High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life
Fight fear for the selfish pain, it was worth it every time
Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again

Clarity - Zedd ft. Foxes

He broke into their house and saw the four of them startled. Maya walked infront, protecting the other three witches. He didn't saw fear in Maya's eyes until Herrick walked behind him. The woman gritted her teeth. "Hello Maya.. How long has it been?" he smirked.
"Too long that I regret I didn't killed you that day." she said.
"Oh, Maya. You are wrong. You can't kill me." he signaled Mitchell to come close. "By the way, this is Mitchell. One of my best."
Maya glared at the him. He didn't pay attention to her look but stared at the three others that were behind her. Deborah grabbed the book and was holding it on her chest. Her eyes were fixed on him, he saw the confusion and fear in her brown gaze.
"Mitchell, kill them all. And get my book." he said and walked towards the door. "I have more important things to do. He'll keep you company." he smirked and disappeared.
Maya kept her foot on the ground and looked at Daniel. "The three of you go."

She laughed as she puts the drink down. Mitchell smiled. He adored her laugh eventhough he doesn't want to admit it.
When was the last he heard her laugh?
"So... that's what you've done after we separated? God, Mitchell." she said looking down to her drink.
"What did you do after we separated?" he asked, curious to know what she had been doing for the past years.
"Well.. Um.. I got into London. I didn't find any witches there though. So I moved to Oxford after few years of search. I worked on a library and lived in a small house." she said. "I got a cat. A black cat named Crowley. But he died a year ago. I didn't bother getting another one."
Mitchell smiled as he shakes his bottle.
She was blushing red, maybe because she had more than one glass of her drink.
"It's getting late." Mitchell said. "Let's go home. George's probably asleep."
"But Mitch.." she complained. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up.
"Come on. You need some rest."
"I want more." she said referring to her drink.
She was walking zigzag and Mitchell can't help but laugh.
He held her.
"Mitch..." she slurred.
"yeah?"
"Why.. Why are you so nice to me?" she said.
Mitchell looked at her.
"Why.. of all people... me?" she said and smiled.
Mitchell licked his lips. "Because... Because I felt something different?"
She laughed. "What different?"
"You made me feel weak." he said.
She laughed and leaned her head on him. "Boop!" she touched his nose.
"You are such a sweetie y'kno-"
Mitchell grabbed her before she could fall on the sidewalk. She kept laughing.
"Oh god.. You are horrible when you are drunk."
"Me? Horrible?" she said. "You should've seen me when I'm in rage."
Mitchell finally managed to take her back to the house. He carried her upstairs and was going to lay her to the bed but they both fell in.
She smiled.
They both didn't notice how close their faces were. Mitchell leaned his forehead onto hers.
"De-"
She lift her finger to his lips. She stared at his beautiful brown eyes.
She gently lift herself up and brushed her lips into his.
Mitchell closed his eyes. He kissed her back, pushing her hard.
She fights his lips and puts her hand on the back of his neck.
Mitchell started to kiss her neck, hungrily and went back to her lips.
For a moment she loved the feeling, the alcohol still burning inside her and Mitchell's lips in her lips.
But she pulled away.
"Mitch..." she said, realizing what they were doing. "Mitch.."
Mitchell stopped.
"I'm sorry." she said, pushing him away and getting up.
Mitchell knew she was surprised. He stood back up.
"No.. Debbie. I'm sorry." he said, he walked out of the room.
She lifts her finger to touch her lips.

The next morning, the two weren't talking to each other. George noticed their sudden change.
"Did something happen last night?" he said to Mitchell.
Mitchell looked at him. "What?"
"Why are you and Debbie not talking to each other? Did you two get into a fight?"
"No.."
"Then why does it seems like I'm walking in a cemetery? You two were quiet since I got down."
Mitchell didn't respond.
"George. Coffee?" she called as she lift his coffee up. George went to her.
"Did something happened that you guys don't want to tell me?" he whispered to her.
"Uhm no.. No actually." she said. She lift the tea cup on her mouth and walked off.
George was confused. Yesterday they've been together like a married couple but now they're like strangers to each other.

George went out to go with Nina. She ran down the stairs and was accidentally blocked by Mitchell. They stared at each other.
They're like playing tag. She goes to the left, he goes to the left. She goes the right and he goes to the right.
Mitchell spread his arms, the other one holding the wall and the other one was holding the stairs' handle. As if he was blocking her, intentionally.
"Debbie." he said.
She backed away slowly and quickly went back up. Mitchell followed her and caught her on her door.
"Debbie!" he said grabbing her by the waist.
"Mitchell! Let me go!" she said.
"Hey! Hey! I'm sorry, kay?" he said as he kept his held on her. "I'm sorry about what happened last night!"
"Why are you sorry?!" she shouted. Mitchell let go. Now he's confused.
"I'm the one who kissed you first, Mitch." she muttered. "Why are you sorry."
The last sentence was not a question.
"Because I don't want to kiss you..." he said. "unless you let me to."
She sighed and leaned her back on him.
"I'm a stupid person." she said putting her hand on her forehead.
"No you are not!" he shouted.
She looked back at him. "Okay, Mitch! Here's the thing. I love you but I can't. Why? One, I'm a living threat. Two, you killed my friends and everytime I'm with you I feel like I'm a damn traitor!"
Mitchell got quiet. She was right. They're not suppose to be with each other.
"But I can't..." she snapped. "I can't stop going to you. Running to you. Cause everytime I ran far... Herrick finds me and my heart tells me you're the only person that can save me that's why I always run to you! I can't let you go!" she said.
Mitchell stared at her.
"I love you Mitchell! I swear I had a chance to kill you but I can't! Because I! LOVE! YOU!" she shouted.
She spin around, uneasy. Mitchell sighed and grabbed her, hugging her from behind.
"Breathe." he said.
"Mitch."
"Shh." he shushed. "Just breathe okay?"
She calmed down a little bit and breathe.
She held on Mitchell's arms. Mitchell planted soft kisses on her neck.
"I didn't know I can make a witch go crazy."
"You're a fucking virus." she chuckled. "I just can't let you out."
"Then.. let me in." he said, spinning her and kissing her.
She puts her hands on the back of his neck and kissed him back.
He wrapped his arms around her. She led him to her room and surprisingly they didn't bump into anything or trip.
She fell on the bed and so did he. He kissed her hard, hungrily.
She tried to fight back, massaging her tongue with his.
Mitchell breaks the kiss and throws his shirt off.
He kissed her neck and going down to her shoulder. He unbuttoned her plaided shirt and threw them on the side.
Mitchell loved this. The way they are right now. The way his arms are around her.

Katrina fought back as Mitchell put holes in her body. Blood was draining out of her like a barrel of rum. Daniel was angry. He threw Mitchell aside and checked on Katrina, his beloved Katrina. Daniel tried to blow him by bits but failed. Mitchell pushed Daniel to the wall. "Deborah go!" he screamed. Seeing him tearing them all apart, she held on the book and ran towards the door. She could hear Daniel scream. She was almost out when he pushed her off, making her hit the wall. She looked Daniel who's dead already. She bit her lips. "You killed them!" she screamed. Everything in place started to shake and she dropped the book. She conjure magic and tried to burn Mitchell. She missed. Mitchell grabbed her neck and threw her aside since she grabbed his hand, making it felt the burning feeling. He charged towards her and was going to kill her but Daniel blocked him. He wasn't dead.. yet. Daniel's blood spilled all over Deborah. She crawled back and grabbed the book back to her chest.

She was asleep on his arms. Laying quietly like a child. She moved a little and Mitchell was worried that he might've woke her up. But she was still asleep. Her face was covered with some of her hair. Mitchell smiled and tucked one strand behind her ear. He decided to get up but as he rose a warm hand took a grab of him. "Stay." she muttered.
Mitchell nodded and laid back. "Y'know George would come back anytime soon. You don't want him to see us like this."
"He'd see us like this sooner or later." she said.
Mitchell smiled. "I need to get up."
She sighed and sat up, naked and only the covers hiding half of her body. She grabbed her shirt and looked at her shoulder.
"No bite marks, impressive." she teased.
"I don't bite everyone I have sex with." he said, rolling his eyes.
She looked at Mitchell and leaned closer. "Oh no you don't... You shouldn't."

George stared at his friend as they walked towards home.
"So what happened between the two of you?"
"Two of us, who?"
"You know whom I speak of."
"What?"
"Last week when I went out with Nina you and her were like you didn't even know each other. When I came back you two are like lovebirds again."
Mitchell didn't say anything.
"Mitchell?"
"Yeah?"
"What happened?"
"I uhm..."
"Yes?"
"We..."
"What?"
"We had... sex." he smirked.
George looked at him in surprised and smirked, giving him a soft punch on the arm. "You asshole."
George opened the door laughing but he suddenly stopped. Mitchell was smiling but when he saw the inside of the house, his smile fell.
"Debbie?" Mitchell called. "Debbie!"
He ran, putting aside all the mess and went upstairs but she wasn't there.
He went all over the house but it was as if some wild animal attacked inside and left no trace of the woman.
"Debbie." he kept muttering. His phone began to rang.
"Hello?!"
"Mitch..." her voice was shaking and nervous.
"Jesus.. Debbie. Where are you?! Are you alright?" he said.
"I'm.. fine. I ran away even before Herrick could catch me. The book is with me." she said.
"Thank goodness." he said, wiping his sweat. "Where are you? I'd go to where you are."
"I'm not far away from the house. I'm in a diner. I hid here for awhile."
"Wait for me, kay? Don't go. I'll be there." he said, hanging the phone and running towards the door.
"Mitch, where are you going?!" George asked.
"Saving my witch." he answered.

She shifts uneasily on the diner, eyeing everyone up. Herrick could be around somewhere. Her phone started to beep and she looked at it.
Stop running, kitty.
She deleted the message and nervously waited for Mitchell.
Her phone beeped again and it was the same number.
Your glass clock is running out of time.
She bit her lips and looked around. "Mitchell."

Sorry I've been gone for awhile! School had me busy! I'll keep this updated pinky promise! Please keep reading!