Hey guys! So sorry I took so long on the second chapter! I've got tons of schoolwork, editing, and exams coming up! Be patient! Enjoy the story! And please review:D

A Witch's Blood

Chapter 2

"No! Get away from me!" I yelled.

Mr.Gilby didn't budge, he didn't realease his grasp. That idiot had me pinned againest the wall out of the public's eye, for no one to see the inevitable violation that would take place. He has no idea though.

He has no idea who he's messing with. I could feel his fat fingers working their way up my body. Corsely, he whispered into my ear, "Hmph, you do want to keep 'yer job, don't ya?" Mr. Gilby's breath was incredibly rank.

Even though I was immensly disgusted, I laughed in his face. "HA! I don't need you!"

Mr. Gilby's beady eyes narrowed a bit. For the first time this night, a frown crept onto his visage. The situation still remained disturbingly cold. "Well, I'm gonna have 'ta teach ya some mannerisms it seems," said Gilby flatly.

His left hand held down my right arm; and his right, which was on my hip, managed to grab my shoulder in an awkward movement. He leaned down to my face...actually, since I was taller than him, it was more like 'reached up' rather than 'leaned down'. Gilby was just about to place one on me (kiss, kiss), when I interrupted.

"Your borish behavior has no consequence to me. I'm far too mighty for you to subdue me." I paused, letting what I said sink into his thick skull. "However, there are consequences on your part. Realease me, and I'll do minor injury to you. If you decide otherwise, I'll enjoy butchering your carcass, tearing you apart, doing anything I can think of to make you regret your false truths."

That did it. That blockhead never could stand being treated as anything other than first-class. Gilby will be consumed with rage, and he'll attempt to throw a punch at me. I've seen it happen with a couple of the other waitresses. But, I'm not worried. He's too weak. When he strikes, I'll counter him and send him into oblivion.

Gilbys face contorted into furry, his eyes darkened, and a glutteral growl rose from his depths. He bellowed, "Why you! --" He raised a fist into the air.

Here it comes. I'm ready.

CRACK!

Severus Snape was running as fast as he could down the flight of stairs in his apartment, racing down to the first floor. The wizard's heart pounded hard from within his chest.

"Damn that woman!"

When he had first heard a female cry for help, he was sure he had heard the voice before. Quite recently, but wasn't sure where to place it. It was when Snape had set his book down that he realized that the voice belonged to Maria.

"Arrgh!"

Snape had tripped, and fell flat on his face. The shock from the fall knocked the breath right out of him, as well as a wrangled knee.

It was a struggle pushing his self from the ground, but he had managed it by exerting as much of his strength as he could. As a result, Snape practically flew to his feet and rammed into the Exit door of his flat. He merely kept going, pushing through the door until he found himself outside.

Outside his flat, it was completely dark except for a few lamposts that gave off some light. The streets were empty, but he could clearly hear the rustling of foorsteps in a nearby alley. Snape could no longer hear Maria's voice. A worried look encrouched upon Snape's rough features.

With haste, Snape sped for the alley nearest to his flat, where he heard the heavy footsteps. There, he spied that the surroundings were dark and dismal. Filth littered the grounds. In the distance, Snape could see a limp body resting on the dirt ground, and over it loomed the shadow of it's predator.

Sorry, but I think I'll leave off here. I need to study, wirte my stories, draw my comics, go move the chruch graveyard... etc, etc. I lead a busy life.

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