It was as if one thing didn’t get over there was always something else ready in the queue, waiting to fall on her head, thought Penny to herself. Both the witches stared at each other in intensity. Her jaw clenched and unclenched in wonderment, “If you truly value the friendship we have had a few months ago, then you would step back to be the man I have known you in that period of time,” her words were short but it was enough to have his attention.
“You are trying to pull the friendship card to push me away. Is that what you want?” he asked her, finishing the last bit of the fruit in his hand.
“It is what I have been telling you, Isaiah,” she used his name to let him understand she was serious.
“How sad,” he muttered under his breath. His face turned to look towards the little window where light passed through the thick walls apart from the light of the lanterns. Suddenly his body started to fluctuate, not with appearance but as if it were a reflection which Sylvia and Penny were watching. Suddenly his body moved inside the cell room.
They looked at him in shock. It wasn’t possible, thought Penny to herself. His ability was similar to that of Damien where they could transport from one place to another.
Isaiah stated, “What will you do if I go tell mommy dearest of where you are? I am sure she’s searching for you very ardently right now. She would be very happy to find you.”
“I didn’t know a friend would threaten for his own benefits,” Penny commented to see a small smile on his face. She didn’t know why but it felt like the man had a lot on his shoulders, a soul which was depressed and sad. Tired of the world, it was how she was viewing the black witch.
“Sometimes we need to do what we need to do. I have loved you, Penelope. Maybe I should tip your mother about your pureblooded man. Maybe then she will see how much of a better option I am than him.”
Did something happen in the night that was making him talk like this?
Last night when she had visited him in the presence of Damien and Alexander, he had spoken of how happy he was to see her safe and he would leave the land but right now…Right now it seemed like someone had washed his brain. Or was he only trying to play them yesterday?
“I saw you with the plant. How did you do it?” he asked her.
Penny continued to stare at him. The black witcher ran his fingers over the iron rod which was rusted and old. The orange and red color on it indicated how old the cells were. No one had sensed this black witch but he had seen what she had done yesterday with the rose plant.
“Go on,” Penny challenged him and caught the man off guard. If he so much wanted to harm her, he would have done it already.
“Really?” he asked her. His lazy brown eyes looking at her with a hint of faint curiosity.
“Yes,” she nodded her head enthusiastically, “You go and tell her hi. When you return back with her I will be sure to burn and put you both in the same coffin. You better drop that else I will personally kill you myself,” she gave him a small smile.
The black witch stared at her before chuckling to himself, “Don’t kill me, Penelope. How cold and heartless.”
Hearing the footsteps coming from outside, the black witch didn’t bother to sit back in the chair. Damien walked through the dull and dark corridor.
Seeing Penny and Sylvia, his eyes fell on the black witcher who was leaning in front of the cell, holding the bars up with his hands.
“Well well well,” Damien exclaimed seeing the man without bounds, “How did you get out of those?”
Damien gave both Penny and Sylvia a look and it was Sylvia who answered, “Sir he was found outside eating a fruit.”
“I told you we should feed him,” Penny pointed out.
“I didn’t know food had the ability to do things like this. How did you get out?” he asked the witcher who only stared at him as if he were his mortal enemy, “And what did you guys talk about that I feel the killing intentions here?” Damien’s voice was light and playful, hardly bothered even the man was out of the shackles they had placed him in, “I thought I saw you yesterday.”
The black witcher who had been calm stared at Damien in suspicion. The pureblooded vampire was bluffing. They all did.
“You don’t believe me? Standing behind the large tree where you picked fruit before disappearing, how cute,” this irked the man inside the cell.
This time Penny caught the man in time to see his lips move and in a blink of an eye, he moved from being inside the cell out where Damien was. He readied his free hands for a punch and in the same instant, Damien had used his own ability to switch positions such that the black witcher had nothing but air to punch at, his feet stumbling forward with a confused expression of what just happened.
The black witcher trying to get back on his feet after the lost stance looked ahead to see just the two women standing in front of him. When he turned back, he found the pureblooded vampire.
“What an interesting black witch,” said Damien, taking the man by his body and ramming his head to the bar that was enough to get the man dizzy. As if one wouldn’t be enough, Damien rammed his head this time against the stone wall, “How do you feel?” he asked the man who groaned in pain.
The blood had started to ooze from the side of his head.
