100 years later-
“Crap,” was all Tristessa could say. She hadn’t meant to get so mad at Crespin, but he was getting into touchy subjects and wouldn’t stop asking, even when she had told him to. So she had to blow out his candle. She just wasn’t ready to talk about her past, even with her faithful lover. But now she was going to pay for it. Somehow her secret had gotten out about her being a witch and now a group of thieves were in her house looking for magical items, and she had left Crespin sitting out in the open. They were going to find him. This thought frightened her, this was their first fight since she captured him, and he knew too many of her secrets to let fall into the wrong hands. She couldn’t just run in there with fire in hand and scare them away. There were to many possible witnesses. Why had she let Crespin talk her into living in the city?
“Dammit,” she whispered as she got closer to the house. She had just made the decision to cast an illusion of the house on fire when the thieves walked out of the house with Crespin.
Ever since her and Crespin had mated she could always tell what he was feeling. It was obvious to her that he did not like what was happening at all. The feeling of uselessness had always bugged him when she made him be in that form.
She definitely couldn’t attack them now they were in the middle of the street. Tristessa decided to follow them, but when they turned down the alley they just disappeared. She could sense they had not taken Crespin out of the city. “Shit,” she said.
Tristessa decided to head back to the house. She would need to try and put together some spells.
As she entered the house she did a quick scan if they had taken anything else. From what she could see the only thing missing was Crespin. She ran to her room to see if her candle was still there. She was doomed if it wasn’t, but thankfully it was. It pleased her to see this yet made her mad. This was the start of their entire fight.
She then went upstairs to find Bob. Bob was a knowledge spirit her wretched grandmother had once owned. She had taken Bob when she killed her grandmother because he had been her only friend growing up. Her grandmother had sealed him into a polished skull when she was perfecting her technique.
She found Bob sitting on a shelf. “Hey Bob wake up,” she said in a sweet voice. You could tell when bob was awake because he got this flame like glow from deep inside his skull.
“Well look who finally came up here to talk to me again,” he said, “it’s about time.”
“Oh stop it Bob you know I love you. I just need some help with a few spells and potions. Someone took Crespin.” She told him
“Damn. This is bad,” said Bob. He knew how bad this situation was. “What kind of spells and potions do you want?” he asked her.
”I need a summoning spell. I’m going to bring in a tracking cheetah. I’m also going to need an escape potion, but not in liquid form, it has to be something I can use in an instant,” she told him.
Bob sat there for a moment thinking. They sat there for an hour considering what the best plan was.
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Candle Light
FantasyCrespin had no idea who this woman was or what she wanted he just knew he wanted her. He would later find out his visit to this mystery woman would change his life forever.
