So this chapter is a bit longer now and a bit more tricky to translate so forgive me for my incapability (now it should be perfect thanks to Quiggely editing it ). i am very flattered by all the good feed back i get ( keep it coming :)) no honestly comments always make my day
I was rudely awoken by a loud rumbling, followed by something that sounded like a higher clang. I inevitably asked myself which idiot was taking apart my kitchen this time. I stood up and remembered that Rachel should be out there somewhere. So in snapped my fingers and clothed myself in a bathrobe that had a great resemblance to a kimono.
I opened the door to my room und was praying fiercely that she had taken my advice instead of being killed again. I barley had entered the other room, as a bowl went flying, shattering into several pieces when it hit the door frame right beside me.
That was the only reason why I was prepared for the cauldron that went the same way a few seconds later. It didn't hit me out of the sole reason that I managed quick enough to dissolve into smoke. Instead, it hit the bedroom wall behind me with a hollow rattle. What the hell…?
I was taking in the situation in a second. Rachel was standing behind my kitchen counter and didn't look amused. From time to time she was throwing things around. Pierce was standing opposite to her and apparently tried to get to her in vain. Obviously the fight had not started here.
Already half of my books were scattered all over the floor. The woodt hat had been in a neat pile beside the fireplace had rolled across half of the room, and a lot of very antique objects had obviously been used for coverage in a food fight.
I did not care which of the two had started it. Given the way it looked in here, I would have to kill them both anyway. The only question was who would be first.
"What is going on here?" I yelled as loud as I could. The walls started to vibrate, and the flames in the fireplace flickered angrily; both things matched my mood perfectly. Neither witch had noticed me before, so they winced, alarmed.
Pierce, who had his back turned to me, had to turn around to follow Rachel's lead and stare at me. "You woke me up!" I growled and took Pierce by the throat; firstly because I had the urge to hurt someone, and secondly because Rachel had barricaded herself safely behind the counter.
Without further ado, I hit his head against the surface behind him, though it was not hard enough to knock him out. "Well," Rachel blabbered a bit, irritated, and stared at Pierce, who was touching his front, and realized with horror that blood was clinging to his fingers.
"Pierce did start it," she said, accusingly, but apparently was afraid that I would kill him because she added, "but I started throwing things."
"It was your fault," Pierce accused me. "How could you dare to make Lady Rachel read such books. Those books were made for demons, and not for ladies."So that was what this was all about. This imbecile was still into my witchy and could not accept that she was a demon now. "Just for your information, Don Juan, Rachel is a demon. Get over it."
I kneeled down to him to see how deep his wound was. I decided that he would possibly make it. Pity. I stood up straight and grinned over the counter at Rachel, "and, furthermore, Rachel is not a lady. Am I right, darling?"
"Up your's!" she clung to the book she was holding in her hands a bit tighter, as if she needed to protect it. "You see?" I said, triumphant, to my favorite pain in the ass.
He just looked at me defiantly and said, "Ms. Rachel may have demon's blood, but that does not mean she's a demon. And she may not behave like a true lady, but that does not mean she isn't one." I was wondering if dead ghosts could suffer from concussions, because what Pierce was saying sounded pretty confused.
"Thank you," Rachel said from behind the counter, "I guess." "Then why in God's name are you not willingly to put away this cursed book? And why are you spending your time with this monster here?" - since he used the term monster to describe my humble self, I snorted disdainfully - "I am willing to accept your demon DNA as something you have been given in exchange for your life. But if you start to behave like a demon and to accept it then you are doomed."
I definitely had enough of pierce moral speech. I kicked him once again with my pointy shoes into his side to shut him up, and then strolled to the counter towards Rachel. I found it rather interesting that she had defended the demon book so spiritedly. She ducked as if she were expecting me to hit her.
I saw her standing there holding onto the book like a little child. I knew what was going on in her head. She'd never been hard to read. I could tell from her body language that she was thinking hard about what Pierce had said. Stupid girl. I could almost hear that despiteful, "I don't know who I really am. A demon? A witch? I am not a bad person if I try to survive. There is no way that can be wrong," that was going on in her head.
I got quite a bit closer, and put my gloved hand under her chin, forcing her to look at me. "I think it is very admirable how forceful you defend your schoolbooks, my dove. But do you really have to pick my entire living room to pieces while doing so?" Rachel's green eyes did wander until they found Pierce, who had sat up again and was now watching the two of us intently. He was ready to stop me anytime if I should try to hurt Rachel. The idiot was not even realizing that he had done that well enough on his own.
"I am not a demon," whispered Rachel, who was trying to convince herself above anyone else. If I had had a heart, her resentment against demons would have certainly broken it. But as I did not own such a thing, I simply was indignant that she thought being a demon automatically meant being the bad guy. Yes, I had to admit it applied for most of my kin. But, as is generally known, exceptions prove the rule.
"Of course you are, darling, and you have never been anything else." I pulled a very insecure Rachel towards the sink. I liked her better when she was tough and feisty. "Here," I said, "look into it." I let water run into the plugged sink and then changed the surface into a mirror using a simple spell. I pulled a little more energy through Pierce than necessary and Pierce buckled painfully.
He deserved it. He had picked apart my living room, woke me up, and insulted my itchy witch; who did he think he was? Rachel was leaning above the surface. "Yeah I have a mirror at home too, Al."
She wanted to turn away again when I caught her neck and kept her in place above the water. "Ouch, you bastard," she complained. I just squeezed a little harder and she was grunting disapprovingly.
"Yes, that is who you are." I pulled my glove from my one free hand with my teeth and let it glide over the water. The image changed. "But you could be so much more." Rachel took in a shocked breath. The image had only changed a little. But instead of the green eyes there now was a pair of red ones with slits like a goat's - that, by the way, went horribly with her red hair. "No," the witch shrieked, and escaped my grip. "I'll never gonna be like that!"
She pushed me back. I was not braced for the attack, and hit my back against the oven. "Not so wildly," I said, and reached for Rachel's arm in order to keep her from hitting me. I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. Rachel acted instinctively. She threw me over her shoulder.
While flying through the air, I could see that she realized what a dumb mistake she had just made. Rule number one: Do not anger the demon. Rule number two: Do not anger the demon. Rule number three: If you violated rule number one and two, run as fast as you can.
I was mad, really mad. Even though I generally considered little brawls with Rachel to be rather entertaining, today I was running out of patience. Possibly I would have done something I would've regretted later. In a dying race, students were hard to come by. Thank god I still had Pierce.
He came to help his damsel in distress without any delay, and hit me with the frying pan just when I was about to jump up and attack Rachel. So I missed her by a few feet, and was heading straight for the cupboard behind her.
Do you know these moments when so many things all happen at once, that to really comprehend them you would need slow-motion? This was one of these moments. Like I had said, I was flying towards the cupboard, and swore that I would kill Pierce. Even if it would mean that I had to find myself another familiar.
Rachel took a short breath of relief when she realized that I would not hither. Not a second later, her eyes went wide when she noticed that her foot had tangled with my leg during my flight. Pierce noticed it too, and tried in vain to hold Rachel back. Rachel, on her part, tried to hold on to a shelf. But it splintered with a loud crack.
I had loved that shelf. Well now it matched with the rest of my apartment. Obviously the used look was in again this year. As me and Rachel sailed through the air towards the cupboard, I could see that she would hit it first, head on.
That would be the last thing I needed. A student with a concussion. Rachel was dumb enough as she was. Unnerved, I pulled her closer to me, Rachel breathing hard in fear. I tried to save herand she thought I wanted to kill her? Typical.
I took advantage of the force of our flight so that I slammed into the cupboard back first and Rachel bounced against my body. The collision alone had not been that bad; it was Rachel's 5 tons that put tears into my eyes. But at least we were still alive and nobody had been hurt. I tried to move, and quickly took back my second observation. At least we were still alive.
I looked down at Rachel, who just tried to orientate herself and search for bigger wounds. Then she looked at me and said "Ahm," and looked a bit embarrassed. It was only then I noticed that I was still holding her in my arms. I let go of her because it seemed to be intimate in a very wrong way.
Strange how my compunctions were bigger concerning a hug than they were with sexual harassment. Probably it was the intimacy that buggered me with the one but not with the other. "Is everything alright?" I asked and shot an angry glance at Pierce, who had watched with a pale face.
"Normally it is you who kills her boyfriends. I think Pierce tried to turn it around."
"That is a lie. I…" he started to defend himself. I cut him off harshly. "I'll deal with you later," I threatened. "I am fine," the witch assured me, trying to pull herself upright using the cupboard for support. Suddenly we heard a sound. Rachel stopped what she was doing, shocked. We looked up in unison. Then we looked at each other. "Uh-oh."It was like we had rehearsed it. On top of the cupboard there were at least a dozen already activated potions. Some of them were deadly. Shoot! Let's get out of here.
I seized Rachel and was about to jump, but we were not fast enough. With a loud bang, the whole load of potion hit us and soaked us to the bone.
