the-musician-and-serpent — sabrina
Sabrina was content after the meal and there wasn’t anything else to say, at the moment. Her non-human blood was thankful for the meal and the witch was ready to go home and tend to other errands. She would be awake for quite some time because of the quick charge, not that such a thing bothered her. No reason to be bothered as far as she was concerned. Regarding the body, there would most likely be nothing there to be found, by the time the sun rose. Maybe the articles of clothing would remain, but no evidence of a murder would be present.
A body without a soul, turns to dust after all.
Sabrina knew exactly what she had done, but the demonic force in her didn’t give a damn. The man deserved what he had coming to him and there was a smirk on her face. There was no need to be worried about the other, she was safe now. While the witch wanted to believe she could just walk away, that didn’t seem to be the case at all.
The intrusion to her stroll him, caused her to sigh, but she turned to look at the other anyway.
‘It must have been too much for her.’ Sabrina thought to herself, but she didn’t care in the slightest. It was time to move on from this and the other should have been grateful to the platinum blonde, but it seemed bothering the hero of the evening, was what the witch was going to be facing now.
That was annoying to her, but fortunately she had kept the sound barrier up, and no one would be able to hear the other, if Sabrina decided to do the same thing to her. There was nothing that could stop her at the moment, after all.
“That was me saving your ass.” The university witch responded before turning around to look at the other. She didn’t seem like much at the moment and that pathetic tone in her voice was nauseating to someone with plenty of confidence to share one hundred times over.
“Even if it wasn’t normal, you should focus on being grateful to me. If I hadn’t intervened, terrible things could have happened to you.” Sabrina said before crossing her arms and her red eyes started to glow bright.
“I suggest you start saying thank you, before I make you say it.”
She doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what she just saw. She knows that the world is full of strange things, herself included, but this is different. Bigger than anything she’d ever seen or heard of. A far more evil undertone than Belle had been ready for.
Belle Parker is now responsible for the death of both Anthony Brooks and his wife.
Perhaps that’s not entirely true, but if it wasn’t for Belle running from him then this never would’ve happened. Rae, though, that had been all Belle. She still remembers the feeling of pushing the woman, still hears the sounds of bones breaking as the woman fell down contrete stairs. Still remembers the way she held back vomit while cleaning the blood on the womans basement floor. She’s not cleaning this mess up, though. Nothing ties this back to her, there’s no point.
She’s conflicted on how to feel. Past the fear of it all, there’s a lot going on in the girls head. Relief that she isn’t going to have to deal with the predator anymore, but sadness at the fact that he’s gone. He was horrible, he’d taken advantage of her, but the girl had really loved him. Of course, she’d long stopped loving him now, but there’s still a lingering something. Perhaps a longing for what could’ve been, perhaps a desire to go back to simpler times, or perhaps she’s simply tired of losing people.
The girl did save her ass, though. He found out that she’d murdered his wife, there wasn’t any chance of him actually taking that well. He may have always been what Belle thought of as good, but when you remove the rose-tinted glasses it’s clear that violence was not something Brooks would be hesitant about.
“Thank you.” Spoken as she notices the girls eyes glowing. This is certainly not something Belle’s dealt with before. “You’re not.. normal, are you?”
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