What happens when a witch who gave away her life in order to save it and a hunter forced into modern slavery, are destined for one another?
Maybe a bit of romance and maybe a whole lot of trouble too.
Femi's words struck a chord. And she knew, because when your turned to look at her, all the hurt and fear you've been supressing leaked out,causing your eyes to gloss over and your cheeks to turn red. Your hands felt cold, they still felt like they were chained and your feet was planted into the concrete.
Who would've thought the family of sisterhood you grew up in and showered you with so much adoration, would end up hurting you the most.
You let out a deep breath. Warily glancing at the scenery laid before you; Stalls and booths lined up and all lit up like christmas trees, and people simply enjoying the whatnots of the odd trinkets and even odder foods and snacks. Despite being the witch, you were sometimes amazed at how non magic people reacted so casually towards the unknown and bordeline abnormals. As if they couldn't care less. Maybe because they weren't born the way witches or any supernaturals were or maybe they just simply don't think about it unless they get cursed or bitten into becoming one themselves.
You wished you were born normal sometimes.
"We go around as quietly as possible,buy some snacks, see whatever is here and then we're going home." You said, rather exasperated, as you turn to face Femi, who looked up at you with those round sharp eyes of hers.
"How does one go about a festival quietly?" The feline mused.
You gritted your teeth,forcing a smile as you notice a few kids looking at you and Femi, before you pick her up in your arms and she clung to you like a baby. Of course,if babies could give you a coy smile and eyes that rivaled the devil's.
"Don't push it,cat." You drawled.
"Meow." Came Femi's cheeky reply.
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Jaemin heard the slam of the front door right at the moment the yolk of the egg he was frying broke. The oozing yellow goo resembling those cheap watercolour tubes that were mostly just thick with glue and little to no pigment at all.
He grimaced but flipped it on its back anyways and readied a plate.
A second later,Jeno came in with a stern expression and a rather intimidated Jisung tailing behind him.
"Good morning." Jaemin mused, smiling lightly as he plopped the sad looking egg on his plate and brought it to the counter. When his eyes met Jeno's, the room felt a bit too cold for his liking.
His eyes flickered to the egg.
"Breakfast?"
"Who sent out the order?" Came Jeno's firm question.
Jaemin looked at him. Dumbfounded.
"Donghae,who else?"
It all happened fast and Jeno's bare fist pummeled into the nearest wall. The white paint cracking and falling off as the hard surface broke. Jisung winced in pain as if he was the subject of Jeno's violence.
Jaemin sighed.
"That's gonna cost us our allowance this month."
"Didn't they read up on our report last week? We agreed last night was our months due." Jeno walked over to where Jaemin was at the counter and dropped the plastic bag from the convenience store, his chest was heaving and fist bleeding. Jaemin stared at him with a frown.
"Of course they did." He replied,nonchalantly. "You know they never miss out on a single report—Jisung can you get the first aid kit? That blood is gonna stain the wood and that's gonna cut more from allowances—Look,isn't this how we usually live?"
Jisung came in with the first aid and Jaemin pushed the plate with the egg towards Jeno and for the millionth time in his life,Jeno felt the weight of his heart sank.
"Renjun isn't even awake yet. Do they know that?"
Jaemin looked at him then, a sudden pause for thought before he took the first aid and sighed.
"Do they even care?", he replied,softly. There was no bitterness in it, just the usual resignation he knew made Jeno feel even worst.
"It's nothing major anyway. They just want us to hang around this festival site just until it ends, make sure things don't get too festive."
Jeno kept quiet.
Jaemin nudged him.
"Let's see that boo-boo of yours little Nono." He cooed, making Jeno raise his head.
"What?",Jaemin cocked one brow up at the intimidation. Knowing very well that Jeno won't let himself be so down for too long. He couldn't do much, but sometimes a little nudge is what helps in the end, right?
"You call me Nono one more time and I'm not letting you near that coffee spot,got it?"
Jaemin laughed at that as Jeno handed him his bloodied fist and he went to work on it immediately. Jisung came around a minute later after leaving out of discomfort, with his phone in his hand and a distressed expression.
"Oh,man."
"What now?" Jeno drawled,turning his head to face the younger boy who all but flopped onto their sofa with a groan.
"Just got a notice that those new blood vampirs were spotted nearby."
"The ones who rented out that old castle on 127th street?". Jeno was practically gawking at this information.
"They had that much money and decided to rent that terrible place?" Jaemin's question had Jeno staring at him.
"That's not the point. What the hell are Fresh bloods doing in broad daylight?"
Jisung pointed at the older male then almost enthusiastic that someone shared the same question he had.
"Chenle said something about that a couple weeks before!"
"Chenle?" Jaemin cut in, expression stunned. "You're hanging out with the Warlock kid now?"
Jisung seemed taken aback by the question but ended up shrugging his shoulders,unsure if the older boy was upset or shocked.
"Sometimes. I have him over to play games."
"In your room?"
"Jaemin, it's just Chenle." Jeno cut in with a tired sigh. "If it was some girl you'd be welcome to play one thousand questions, but we don't have all day."
