The Witch's Rebirth 121 What Are You Doing?

What are you doing? was written on the pad with large capital letters. I didn't know anymore.

Nothing?

Or was I thinking?

Regret was a word I was accustomed to as witches tend to do things we were forced. I am glad that we can't lie and kill freely. The fall was coming and after this, well, witches would be dropping left and right not that they weren't dying but the rate would be quite dramatically increased.

Walking out of the room. I sat at the bar. Mellow wasn't a good mood. I watch people move to dance and enjoy life. It was bitter but I felt better. Know that they didn't have much time.

On my second drink. A greasy little p.r.i.c.k with bug likes eyes approach me. I never saw someone look so slimy. I'd seen him dance to the customer's tune but bet that he was hiding the nasty under smile. He was in for a surprise if he did try to manipulate the situation to his advantage making me wonder how many innocents he had snarl behind their mates back. It was people like him that destroy fairytales.

"What do you want?" I said glaring.

It was the best way to push his b.u.t.tons. The polite smile would only encourage him to try being nasty was the best way to repel the creature away.

"I wanted to a.s.sist you moving in. The part I play does not stop today if there is anything I can do to help. Just let me know." he said rather smoothly handing me his card.

"No thanks. I'm not staying." I said taking it and slipping it away.

From the looks of it, my answer had shocked him. His face distorted this might be the first time he'd ever been put in his place. It would be interesting as he was in for a change.

It was the truth. This was safe but people were watching. Then it drew to me that there were a few beings could act out with consequence. There were even fewer beings that could kill without consequence. I had to focus my search in that direction.

Spells were made with Cambodia magic outside the parameters of our laws. Base on that I knew three things the beings had to be intelligent, powerful and old. Still, there had to be initial contact and a reason why there was no trace that she could really follow and why some trace was found. I raked the possibilities, other people ideas and I remember watching a movie once thinking it was a brilliant plan. A robber tries to rob a bank gets some cash but fails to get into the safe then the next robber robs safes leaving the first robber taking the blame of his crimes.

I was sure my eyes widen at the idea but it made sense. If the hunters involved with Sonia and Jamey. They had planned something.