A/N: Dark Witch's POV. Her morals DO NOT, under any circumstance, mirror my own. Same with the events of ch. 1. It's just my high school is doing this play, and these characters are really fun.

He's a handsome boy, John is. An' he's good at what he does. Things like...lovin'.

Oh, how often have I felt his arms aroun' me, and his lips pressed t'mine, and hisself inside me! How good it feels! How, when I get on my hawk aft'rwards, I feel freer than the wind.

An' e'en bein' with the Fair Witch don' compare. We cin pleasure each other fer hours, but hit's still not as good as bein' with the witch boy.

But he's with that human gal now. The slut, the chit, who Witch Boy loves. But he don't really love her, there's no such thing as love, just lust. I saw them, flyin' on my hawk, and they were together, like he an' me used t'be. An' she hadn't pleasured herself since then with anyone but him.

But we cin change that, Fair Witch an' I. An' we cin win the life a the gal who stole our man. 'Cause hit don't take much t'win a bet. Not much t'all.

The bitch'll be ours, by one year's hence.