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Twisted Flower

By: Molten Saffire

Chapter 3

Her mind struggled to fight off the fear, and the desolate thoughts that came with it. Aubrey was surprised as he felt her fear melt away. For the first time he looked at her face closely, bringing his lips away from her neck. He had her in his grasp, and to him, the fight was all over. To her, though, the fight has just begun.

Her determined black eyes met his deadly black ones confidently and without fear, daring him to do something. The smell of her raven black hair, a mix of apples and spicy cinnamon threatened to overload his senses. Her lips, so close to his, curled bitterly, as if laughing at his expense. She didn't try to struggle; she didn't need to.

~You're mine, little witch,~ he told her silently, simply to take that smile off her blood red lips, a smile that threatened to drive him mad.

She simply forced her face closer, searching his eyes. A moment of weakness rocked through him for a moment; he was trapped in her gaze.

~No, not yet, Aubrey,~ she answered back solemnly. ~I may be yours someday, but not yet, not now.~

This time it was his turn to look into her eyes, surprised at the fierceness he saw there. It reminded him of…no. Jessica was dead. There hasn't been any reason to think of her for the last three hundred years, and he'll be damned if he's gonna think about her now. Now was not the time, nor the place. Jessica was dead, and there's no way in heaven or hell that a little witch would be able to replace her.

Unconsciously, though, his grip on Rowena became tighter; he didn't want to let her go. Their bodies became inevitably closer, the distance between the two closing before disappearing altogether. Locked within his gaze, Rowena felt Aubrey's lips coming closer to hers, a burning, harsh fire in the bottom of his eyes. 'God, I have to stop this, I have to…'

All conscious thoughts ran out of her mind as their lips stood millimeters from each other.

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Meanwhile, Risika watched with a smile on her lips. Well, well, well. It looks like this little angel was full of surprises. Her eyes took in the scene before her. She could practically see Aubrey falling over in the front of the witch. It was amusing. Sick, but amusing. It was time he got over little miss what's-her-name anyways. It's been three hundred years and he's still going around sulking like a sick little puppy dog. It was positively revolting. One of the greatest hunters stripped down to…well, no need to get into that.

Her smile grew wider as the two got ever so much closer. Perhaps it was time to have a little fun, what, with Aubrey's reawakening into the world, it was time for a celebration…not to mention the scene was beginning to get on her nerves. Licking her lips slowly, she felt her fangs begin to grow as the huntress within her began to stir.

This was going to be fun.

A/N: forgive me. I hope that never happens again. My mind had simply gone astray for a while. Once again I formally apologize.

P.S. Don't ask. Lack of reviews = lack of sanity. I need help (not a formal declarations of insanity. No one can hold this against me *Looks around, eye landing on Lady Iris trying to sneak away. Telepathically brainwashes her. Smiles sweetly* Have a nice day!