thought I'd drop in and make sure you're being treated well before I meet with your bestie. She's going to be helping me out a little, all for little ol' you. Aren't you a lucky Witch to have such loyal friends?”
I don't bother responding, because he's not really engaging, he's just spouting pretty words to delay, and that makes me curious.
“What are you really doing here Archer?” I sigh, making my exasperation sound more prominent than how I truly feel.
“Well, that would be telling wouldn't it,” he says, moving forwards and booping me on the nose, I clench my fists and try not to growl at him. I'm not an animal, but this dickhead is getting on my last nerve.
“I could make you tell me, you know, if you weren't so afraid of me that you banished me to the one place I can't access my magic.” His eyes go a little wild at the accusation, and he moves closer again before seemingly getting a hold of himself and taking a deep breath.
“Silly little Witch. Taunt me all you like, the only way you're getting out of here alive is if your friend does exactly as I say. Otherwise, Deacon here will snap that pretty little neck of yours.” He bares his teeth at me and I grin. I'm not scared of Archer Dotoro, even now.
I'm just angry.
And an angry Witch isn't a Witch you want to cross.
How dare he use me to get to Remy. How dare he kill so many good people in his ridiculous quest for world domination. Gag me, could he be any more cliché?
“Why now?”I ask, tilting my head, trying to figure out why. Why now? Why this lifetime?
“Why not? Especially with Remy, thinking she's so clever, re-aligning the Elder council, making everyone believe the monsters are no lesser than we are. Filth, that's what they are. They should be serving us, not working alongside us.”
“Wow, it's like you opened your mouth and Bennett Snr's words fell out. Brainwashed much?” I laugh, trying to rattle him. Guys like him don't usually spill their guts unless they think they're winning, or if they're so angry, their feeble sense of reason disappears completely.
“I am tired of this. Deacon, let’s go and discuss the details of everything with Alena, shall we?” Archer says with a sigh.
“Yes, lets,” Deacon says, bowing his head slightly.
What the fuck does Archer hold over the Demons? Or is it because Archer is working with Deacon’s boss? Archer leads the way out of the room, with Deacon on his heels.
“I'm sorry,” he mouths back to me and I shake my head.
What the fuck is going on?
I don't know how much time has passed since they left, but I've slept and eaten several times. I even ran myself a bubble bath. Now I have the opportunity, you bet the fuck I'm making the most of it. I might be trapped here, but they can only make me miserable if I let them. And if they need Remy's help, I'm guessing based on what Deacon showed me, that Archer is shit out of luck, so it's only a matter of time till I'm either saved, or I die.
While I'm not exactly ecstatic about the latter, if that is my path, then I'll go back to the mother, and watch on, cheering my friends on, from the other side, wherever that may be, but knowing what I know, I know that this is not all there is to life. Even if I am “‘just a Witch”.’ The only true mortals among the supernaturals that roam the Earth, and it makes every day that little bit more special, which is why I'm enjoying the shit out of my current bubble bath.
Apparently being a prisoner isn't so bad right now. Even if that gnawing inside of me grows each day that I'm out of touch with my magic. It's like my soul is being eaten, piece by piece with every hour that I'm away from home.
The door slams open to the bedroom and I jump, a little water sloshes over the side of the tub, but I settle, knowing that the door to the bathroom is locked.
A sharp crack rings out and the door flies open and I find Deacon looking at me, his eyes frantic. “What the fuck was that earlier?!” He screeches as I move the bubbles to make sure I'm covered, and try to keep my cool about the fact he just stormed in here and