Witches Curse

Chapter 2: Something Wicked.

Author's note: Hey! So, I'm writing this to some amazing sexual music, so if this turns out really sexual..blame the music!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Muriel POV:

When I was finally able to step down from my broom I was relived, flying and high emotions do not mix. On the way to the Lair, I felt as if my lunch were about to come up. I was not used to these strange emotions that raged inside me.

I was also not used to fighting myself, my heart wanted me to turn around, to go back to Gretel. My brain strongly disagreed, I would regret showing my weak side to her, plus I'm sure as soon as I stepped into the building I would be ambushed with all sorts of flying objects. I knew I could never live with myself if I allowed her to die, alone and probably scorching hot on the floor of the burning Jailhouse, I would gladly lay down my life and suffer the pain of flying objects to save Gretel's life.

Putting one hand over my heart and one on a tree that was located close to me, I took in deep and slow breaths. It was strange for me to want to lay down my life, Dark witches were very selfish creatures, we didn't trade spells, we didn't really care about the welfare of other Witches unless they were with us in our fight, and we certainly didn't fall in love.

A major reason being that Witches are extremely possessive and jealous. I was feeling the effects of both of those emotions right now, who would be the one to save my Gretel, who would touch her soft skin as they carried her away from the danger, who would she find hovering over her when she awoke? The answer to all of those should have been me, I wanted to be the one who saved her, I wanted to lift her and feel her weight in my arms because it meant she was safe, and I wanted to be the one pressing damp cloths to her forehead and laying tender kisses on her cheeks waiting for her to open her beautiful brown eyes.

Not lust. I've never felt lust before, but I've never felt love either. I did however know the difference, lust was when you wanted someone for sexual pleasure and I didn't want Gretel for just sex- oh no, I wanted to make love to her, I wanted to hold her in my arms and kiss the top of her head and assure her that everything would be okay, and I wanted to watch her sleep and protect her through the night.

"Somebody burn me at the stake, I'm turning into a breathing cliché."

Sighing, I pushed my body from the tree and entered the Lair, I ignored the other witches that were resting at the round table, making more plans. Fuck the plan- the plan didn't stop me from falling in-Lo-from taking a liking to someone I had only met twice. Once when I concocted a plan to kill her mother and once in the Jailhouse when I planned to take her still beating heart from her chest. Plan always seemed to go wrong somehow.

I need to go do something evil- I'm going soft. For a moment I considered slitting all of the children's throats, I couldn't do the spell, I needed Gretel's heart and I couldn't harm her nor would I ever allow anyone else to. No witch would dare challenge me, I'd crush them and spit on their remains. They'd be fools and that meant that Gretel was safe forever, safe and protected as long as she was at my side.

When witches found their mates we were serious, but I'd never heard of a bond like I experienced with Gretel. Automatic and quick, I'm not sure if Gretel felt it but I hope because she was human she simply ignored it.

I needed to get Gretel separated from Hansel and the town, I knew if I called upon other dark witches they would help with a raid tonight so I could snatch Gretel. We witches took mating seriously and for once would help our fellow witch.

Going back over to the round table, I placed my palms on the soft wood of the table and leaned over the witches. "Okay, I need help. We need to contact witches to help with a raid on the village tonight. My mate's in there and I need to get her out."

While the witches around me contacted the others I faded in and out of the conversation. They casted teleportation spells, gave directions, lit torches to signify our location so that witches from the sky could find us, and I sat in a chair with my legs crossed looking extremely bored. Oh, the life of a Grand High Witch.

While we waited for the others to arrive, I thought about Gretel and how I would impact her life. She was a witch hunter, I was probably the most powerful dark witch in the land. My death was her goal. She didn't know it, but she'd been looking for me her whole life. Turns out, I had been looking for her too. Before I saw her tonight, I had been closed off. I was still closed off and cold to others but for Gretel she had reached my heart, she'd completed the ultimate goal and she didn't even know it.

I was alerted to the others arrivals when I could hear broomsticks flying around the lair, the thud of shoes hitting the ground, and of course the pounding at the lair door. One of my accomplices opened the door, witches came pouring into the space. Each bowed at my feet and then continued on. I was used to this treatment, as a witch with more power I was considered sacred.

Standing, I smiled and pulled my wand free.

"My sisters, tonight I have called for help. I need a raid done on the village for distraction purposes. My mate's located somewhere within the walls of the village and I need to locate and extract her. Tonight we fight as one!"

The shouts and cheers informed me everyone was on board, so as I led my army outside and to the brooms, I smiled to myself. Tonight I would take Gretel for myself.

Looping a leg over my broom, I raised my right hand and motioned for us to take flight. Once we were in the air I kept pressing for a faster speed, I didn't want to admire the beauty of the night. I wanted to admire the beauty of Gretel.

When I saw the village lights I was practically bouncing on my broomstick, around me the witches began throwing fireballs and smoke spells. I swooped down into the village, once again flames were surrounding me. Landing my broom, I hopped off.

"Find her! Leave no house unsearched!"

Turns out I didn't have to look very hard, Gretel and Hansel came out on their own and began attacking my accomplices. Smiling I stood behind Gretel as she readied her bows, wrapping my arms around her waist I pulled her back into my body. Licking the shell of her ear I whispered to her.

"Don't fight it, Gretel. Drop the bow. That's it." I had to drag Gretel backwards, my arms locked around her in a steel embrace. Hansel was surrounded by witches. As I situated Gretel on my broom she put up quite a fight, I rubbed my cheek upon hers and began purring to calm her. Settling so my body was behind hers on the broom. I began to lift off when she whimpered.

"Please, don't make me fly. Please." My heart broke at her discomfort. She was also afraid to fly. I turned her body to face mine so that she was sitting backwards on the broom, then I took her legs and wrapped them around my waist and I put her arms around my neck. I looked into her eyes and gave her a real smile.

"Gretel, hello." I greeted, she just stared at me as if I had kicked her puppy. "Just hold on, and I promise I won't let you fall. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded. She was surprisingly compliant with her kidnapping. I expected more of a fight but she buried her face in the crook of my neck as we flew away from the village. Her front was pressed so tightly against mine, I hand one hand on the broom to guide us and one softly stroking Gretel's hair.

This had been too easy, I wondered if this had been a trap. Had they figured our plans out? Gretel snuggled further into me and I lost my ability to care. She could trap me all she wanted and I wouldn't give any struggle.

As the forest passed us in a blur and the moon shone down upon us, and I gave comfort to somebody for the first time I could feel myself smile. A real smile, a smile that reached my eyes, a smile that had meaning.

Gretel was my savior.