Something Inside

"So, I like to keep the window open..." Izzy instructed as she paced around her room, You looking at her with a furtive smile. "...If it's too cold, then... well, fuck you, I like it cold, it's good for my skin, My sheets are really soft, I don't know how soft the sheets in the golden suite or your mansion are but... ugh it will have to do!" She cried, sweeping out her perfectly neat, silky white linen sheets back, before eying you carefully.

"You know, I can just stay on the couch, or go home if-"

You were cut off by her sudden pleading look "Ugh, you should be grateful, just get in the fucking bed... Please?" the fact that she was half bully-half beggar was something that You weren't sure you could get used to, it was clear however that she wanted you here, perhaps it would be nourishing to spent time in a bed that wasn't your own for once.

And so, kicking off your shoes, You went to get into the bed "AH-AH-AH-AH Hold on!" She cried, matching around the bed to you "This is linen freshly crafted from Mexico!" She protested, pointing at You darkly "Take off your dirty clothes before you get into my bed, nerd!"

You folded your arms "Lame way to get me naked." You groaned.

"Oh? I could get you naked with a click of my fingers, Pendejo!" She growled angrily.

"Try it! honestly, try it-"

Izzy clicked her fingers, a small dark-azure cloud forming at her fingertips, and as if they hated you, or feared you, your clothing flew away, unconstricted, unrelenting, they just flew off of your body, leaving you only in your boxers, blinking and silent.

Izzy's pale/dark eyes looked your lean, fit body over, before nodding to herself, strutting over to the otherside of the bed and plopping herself down as you shifted a little self-consciously under the covers.

Watching, boyishly, You stared at her, but Izzy froze, looking slightly shy "I don't know if I can undress in front of you." She admitted.

You stood there, feeling a little self-conscious yourself being half-nude, You sighed sitting down "That's okay." You nodded, slipping into the covers as she peaked back at you "I'm a little too drunk and high to... *Yawn* I'll just go to sleep."

She watched as You lay your head on the pillow, facing away from her as You closed your eyes "holy shit this fucking bed is so comfortable!"

It didn't escape you, her behaviour... she clearly still was having trouble adjusting to the idea of... well... being close to you... You understood because the idea of having her close made your head hurt, it didn't really compute, You'd been adversaries for so long that pushing past that boundary, it would take a little more groundwork.

You closed your eyes, You really were exhausted, maybe if God was willing, you'd sleep through tomorrow evening and miss Vicky's party.

She remained sat on the bed, for so long that her legs were starting to hurt and a light pitter-patter of rain began to fall outside of her bedroom window. Izzy watched the raindrops kiss the glass of her window, on occasion looking back to the lean, cute, silently sleeping man in her bed.

Usually, this would be much cause for celebration, Izzy was absolutely fucking sick of sticking herself with her wand... unfortunately, the handsome man that lay in her bed, was Charlie.

Isobella was certain with most aspects of her life, she was an efficient woman, to the point, everything clear and concise. She wanted to be a historian... maybe open a library one day, Izzy trusted Vicky even when she acted like an idiota, and Camile was someone that she could never let go... even with their circumstances... but when it came to Charles Drake, Isobella's certainty was just as scattered as the droplets that fell from the grey sky outside.

Whispers tickled at her ear then, ugh... as if she didn't have enough on her mind! couldn't she just have a moment to herself!?

The Whispers grew a little louder, tickling her eardrums softly, but instantly.

Grumbling to herself, she slipped off the bedside and sat crossed-legged on the floor, brandishing her Mahogany wand with a click of her fingers, the Old Wiccan signs etched into its body glowing a dark violet as she whispered "A bottomless mind, a Bottomless sea, accepting of all that is an can be, Ho there does she call to me... Ho, there does she call to me..... Ho, there does.... she.... call to...."

Her eyes closed.

"*Gasp*" Isobella grasped at her chest, grimacing as she sat in the shallow Locke, looking along the landscape that shone paradoxically with blackness.

She was not alone.

Laying down, submerged in the water was a female form, still, and patient, her long locks of snowy white hair stretching out for miles around her like long ivory algae in the waters.

Izzy was also nude... sometimes she really didn't understand Wiccan traditions, nor why the Old One insisted on everything being so fucking strange. Still, she'd learnt her lesson, and bowed her head low. "Is there a reason why You summoned me, Baba Yaga?" She asked.

Her Mistress stirred, her eyes staring from beneath the waters like a monster from the depths "Manners..." Her voice did not only come from her lips, it echoed from every part of Lake because she was one with it... One with the Old One.

Izzy sighed "What is thy bidding, Mistress?" she repeated with much more respect.

Baba Yaga swam through the darkness, slithering upwards, her pale body shrouded in white. She spiralled and spiralled until she was just below Izzy, then and only then did she begin to dart upwards, streaking through the water like a spear, moving faster and faster until-

Her Mistress's head poked gently out of the water, her immense hair completely covering her like a cloak, the snowy hair splayed across her face so that Izzy could only see her ominous and overly open Black eyes.

Placing her elbow on the water's surface, she leant her head on her hand, looking at Izzy inquisitively "You disobeyed me." She whispered, her voice now her own, gentle and patient.

"I don't know what You are talking about-"

"I can taste you on the rain... it is full-bodied... sweet, like toffee popcorn, or a pumpkin spice latte? Do you know what that means?" She asked.

Izzy scowled "No. no-no-no. I am not-"

"In love?" Her mistress said.

"I am not. fucking stupid divination technique, oooh if the rain tastes like blueberries your depressed, and if you're aroused it tastes like cinnamon-"

"Hmmmm... Maybe Cinamon Cream frape? not pumpkin spice latte?" Baba Yaga said thoughtfully.

"Why the fuck would Arousal taste like Cinnamon, I hate cinnamon!" the Latina growled.

"What else would it taste like? Bullets? tire tracks? ducks?"

Izzy sighed "Did you call me here to speculate on the Taste of the rain... I am really tired."

Black eyes looked back at Izzy "Oh? then why can't you sleep?"

"..."

Her mistress nodded to herself "I Ordered you to keep the Drake at an arms-length until we are certain of his condition. And he is an arms-length away... in your bed... in his boxers... and You are thinking about doing, ooooh, very dirty things with him?"

"There's a difference between thinking and d-doing... He-He just showed up okay, and he's being all.. nice... and he's changed, and I want to forgive him but it's so weird, wrong, l-like I... Like I-"

"I forbid it." Her mistress said softly.

Izzy's eyes narrowed "What?"

Baba Yaga slipped forward, her nude body partly exposed as Her dark eyes, peered from beneath the veil of white. "I Forbid it."

"You can't-"

"I am doing this for two reasons, Hecate." She interrupted smoothly "First: because he is very dangerous, we are not like him, or the Bloodless, we are powerful but fragile, and while I know He has good in his heart... there are pieces of his puzzle missing, and the forces responsible for that, they are beyond us. Second: .... Well, I will not have a repeat of that Night."

Izzy frowned, hugging her knees as her Mistress continued "Ever since that midnight, your heart has been shattered, and You cannot continue without first putting together the pieces. I will not allow you to hurt yourself a second time."

"That isn't going to happen." Izzy muttered "It was my own stupid mistake... He and Watson were just friends, I knew that. I was just so angry, He was a dick, and I was a bitch, I just want to see where it goes..."

Baba Yaga sighed "You do realise that if you die, I die... and our entire coven also dies?"

"Never liked those whiny bitches anyway." Izzy chuckled. "And what is the point of me being Paramount one day, if you don't trust me?"

"I do trust You, and I love you, like my own child. Promise me that You will not break your heart again, and I will allow this." Her mistress insisted.

"I'll try... Mistress." Izzy whispered.

Baba Yaga touched Izzy's face softly "Good, Your mother will kill me if I have to drag you out of school again. Now Begone from this place."

The sound of the rain came first, and then the smell of the pot they smoked earlier, then she opened her eyes, getting up to her feet she saw that Charlie had not moved, still sleeping gently as she curiously poked her hand out of the window.

Wet splashed on her palm which she pulled in, tasting the Omens of the sky and scowling "Fucking toffee apples and Cinnamon buns." She grumbled, looking over to Charlie to make sure he was... yep, looks out cold.

She peered at him again before quickly sliding off her hoodie, her breasts swinging free as she scrambled to her dresser and put on a loose top, checking that He wasn't secretly watching her... He was still asleep... T-That's good.

Ugh... she'd have to wear panties to bed.

She hated wearing panties, she was... sensitive, having those on felt like wearing a period pad made of sandpaper through the night... shit her pyjama pants were in the laundry.

Maybe, it would be okay, as long as she woke up early before he did, He'd be none the wiser?

Izzy slipped out of her stockings, sighing with satisfaction at her kitty's newfound freedom. She tiptoed into her sheets, her long shiny legs sliding in as she lay there, enjoying the soft mattress, as she closed her eyes, her head sinking into the pillow where she slowly fell into sleep......

.......

She fell into the gentlest slumber

.....

Off to the lands of sleep... a dreamless sleep, dreams were dangerous...

Yeah, this isn't happening, is it?

Opening her eyes and frowning, she looked at Charlie again, his back to her. She had noticed the scars before, these weren't small scars that would fade in a year, they were deep rippling scars that looked like some kind of odd burn, though the pattern was odd, spiralling from his shoulder.

She wondered how He got those? was it... from when He was a vampire? must have been, He must have been through a lot to take that kind of damage, the scar on his eye too, though that one was less deep than these, He probably didn't even remember getting them.

Izzy slithered forward, looking on, purely out of fascination of course, at him. She carefully peeked over, his hair was long, it was nearly down to his shoulders now, the dashed of off-grey littered through the dark brown "serious Marie Antoinette syndrome huh? something seriously bad must have happened to make an 18-year-old's hair go grey"

He smelt... good, really good, soft like coconuts. Izzy was so astounded by how much he changed, His facial features were pretty much the same, but with the larger stature, his face's features had filled out, now looked lean and slick, rather than jagged and ratty.

Her eyes traced the almost brand-like scars, they were almost beautiful, like rippling waves, her fingers moved to touch it, just lightly touch them, he was out like a light, he wouldn't awaken with a quick feel.

Yeah.... you hadn't gone to sleep, you weren't tired at all, it was all a ruse to see what she would do, and damn if it didn't pay off. Sure she'd just kinda sat there for like 20 minutes but now, here she was hovering above you thinking god knows what.

What was she playing at? You thought you had it right with the whole discomfort thing, and yet... here she was, in bed with you, without any panties on... pft, she always was terrible with spatial awareness, let alone with your razor-sharp senses, you could detect every single movement, every scent of her conflicting emotions... though you were curious why it smelt like Cinamon Tea and Hard Toffee outside?

Her hand was hovering over your shoulder, centimetres away from the skin, it was tingling over your scars, they burned sometimes, you didn't know why, you didn't even know how you got them, maybe in the attack on your home that put you in a coma-woah...

Her fingers touched your skin, they were cold, it was oddly soothing, it hurt a little but not in a bad way, if that made any sense.

She felt along the waves in your rippling scars, she exhaled, almost in worry. You took a sharp breath as she reached the centre of the scar just to the left of your collar bone, and she froze "You're... not asleep, are you?"

"I'll give you three guesses." You whispered, one of your silver eyes opening to look at her.

"Where you spying on me? you're a fucking pig." She whispered lightly, though there was no malice in her voice.

You raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled "Wait? if you're here, who's Guarding hades?"

She ignored you, looking back down at your scars "Does it hurt?" She asked

"Sometimes... it burns, your hands are cold." You muttered, shifting back.

Izzy pulled back a little, holding the covers close to her hip as she frowned "My mistress tried to forbid me from seeing you."

"Tried?" You smiled.

She lent back, her blonde hair splaying out as she did "Don't get cocky, Pendejo. I just don't like being told what to do."

"Did she also forbid you from wearing panties?" You asked coyly.

Izzy glowered at You "Shut up, ¿Por qué tuve que llover Toffee / canela? gilipollas"

"Note to self: fake blondes, real blondes = Equally irritating... Wait did you just say Toffee and Cinamon?"

"-I am not a fake blonde!" She growled "You think I want this shit? I look like a limited edition Mexican barbie!"

"You look fine. I was only joking."

"Don't flatter me." She demanded.

"You look fucking stunning at all times, you're a god damn untouchable, don't be stupid." You cut in. "I like it blonde, I always have liked it better blonde, even when you were mean, it takes a lot of devotion to slowly dye it more and more over the course of 5 years."

She looked deeply annoyed now "I, didn't, dye it. it's a Witch thing, I guess I've been dying my eyes black too?"

Oh.... well that's why her eyes looked darker. "Okay. Sorry."

Izzy folder her arms "Don't be. Th-Thanks for the compliment."

"Do you have borderline schizophrenia?" You asked, confused by her puddle-jumping between wrath and passivity.

"I don't know, I hate you... but... Toffee and Cinnamon." She grumbled.

"I really wish I had the appetite for a Cinnabon right now."

"Can you stop, joking around, I'm trying to break through my boundaries so I can make-out with you or something and You keep getting distracted-WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT!?" She Cried.

Your mouth hung open a little...

Her pussy was clean, you could see it clearly, mainly because she was on her knees and had dropped the cover. She had one of those racing stripes above it... she wasn't lying, the ends of the hair were blonde at its ends and dark at the roots just like on her head, and of course, she was glistening, like, actually wet.

"I am distracted.... by your Vagina... your very nice Vagina... that's right there... in front of me."

Izzy's face flushed with red "You... stop staring-I... I... agh A la mierda esto!"

Isobella Salvador moved in a couple of times, flinching back twice before, slowly moving in. You just watched her.

Wow... this was really awkward, she was much worse at this than you expected. Finally, being with all of these women seemed to have numbed your nerves a little.

She cringed at herself, moving back and slumping down "I... um... that was..."

"Pathetic, terrible, awkward." You pointed out.

"Do you want me to kiss you or not?" She asked looking a little crestfallen.

Sinking into the pillow, You thought about it... for once you did actually have to think about it, this was seriously tragic.

"Can I ask you something?"

Her eyes traced you as You took a relaxing breath "W-What?"

"If I literally pull you over here, and make you make out with me, are you going to kill me?" You asked. She mouthed wordlessly "If I take you into my arms, and hold you close, the heat of your pussy pressing into me as our lips touch for the first time, our combined childhood dream?"

She bit at her lip as You stared, continuing to use your new plus 20 speech stats that you used on Diana.

"What if I had my way with you, teetering on the edge of sex, building the tension like a rising tsunami, our bond growing stronger, reinforced through our desire, our long-awaited conjoined ensnared in the dark nature of our rrrromance? would you stop me, if I did that?"

Damn.... You rolled the R and everything, this bitch is gonna melt like a candle.

Izzy was beet-red, her expression lost in you for a moment before she blinked, noticing that You actually wanted a response "N-Nooooo?" She whispered in a high-pitch voice.

Welp -- You were a man of your word, Charlie, You were a god damn man of your word.

Like the crack of a whip, your hands rocketed forth and grasped at her hips, making her yelp as you dragged her on top of you, her 'naturally' blonde hair falling across her face, her tight, lean body pressed against you... the heat between her legs emanating all over your thigh.

Your noses touched, her breath brushed against your face again. You pushed her hair back, grasping gently at her neck and pulling her down into a deep, deep, deep, deep...... what the fuck was happening?

Her tongue slithered gently in your mouth, the wetness echoed through your mind, the smacking of your lips as she writhed softly, pushing herself into you, the shadowy, oddly abyssal feeling of kissing her, making you gasp as you pulled back.

"Woah, that was seriously trippy." You muttered.

She frowned "Are you complaining? I'm a good kisser, asshole."

"It was good, and weird, like being submerged in water..." You noted.

Izzy pouted a little "Are you going to continue-omph!?"

She collapsed into you, more of the abyssal writhing of her touch, her kiss and her movements, it was nothing like Diana or Charlotte, Izzy was controlled and smooth in the way she relented to you, your arms locked around her, as you embraced, it was strangely like sinking upwards into something deep and dark, like a warm pool of unadulterated loving.

It was building up, getting more and more vigorous and in the scuffle, Izzy slid down, her gushing entrance pressing right into your thigh "Uuuh!" She groaned, shifting up and shimmering a little bit.

You raised an eyebrow "Are you okay, I didn't just knee you in the pussy did I?"

She shook her head "J-Just... be careful, I am... really really really sensitive."

"Like... how sensitive are we talking on a scale of 1-10?"

"What's the next decimal to one hundred?" She asked, still quaking a little in the echo of her arousal.

"A Thousand?"

"Oh... probably in the trillion range?" She bit her lip, her eyes going a little droopy as she gripped your arms "Fuck... that's so fucking, hmmf."

You grinned evilly "Donald trump!"

Your fingers dove down, sliding along her torso, further down her navel before finally reaching the weeping gates, your fingers brushing her soaked clitoris before sliding an inch, only an inch into her extremely tight cunt.

Izzy jolted like you'd just shot her, when You say that she literally flew back like a bird, spasming and clutching between her legs, you meant it.

She was weeping for real now, groaning and writhing as tears formed in her eyes. grimacing, you went towards her, outstretching a worried hand "N-No! No! please don't touch me.... uuugh fuck don't touch me, fuuuuuck!" She gasped, still writhing and cooing deeply in a strange mixture of overwhelming pain and pleasure.

shit... fuck. what the fuck did you do? god, why were you such an idiot!? she told you that she was overly sensitive... it was still writhing inside, the lust raging like a tsunami through you, controlling you.

Backing off, you frowned, going to leave, to run away. But a hand grabbed you, soaked with juices, Eyes stained with black looking pleadingly, **** "Please, don't go..." She said softly.

You felt distraught "I-I didn't mean to do that... I need to go."

"S-stay. ugh please just stay." She pleaded, weakly.

"You do not understand, I'm not normal, I'm not in control of myself." You whispered, feeling the throbbing and overwhelming drive of Lust.

AGH! FUCKING HELL, MAN, IT'S LIKE THERE'S A FUCKING TREMOR IN HERE!! WOAH HOLY FUCK YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN!

But she frowned at You, gripping you tighter "Y-You're s-staying with me..." She commanded, though she obviously couldn't sound tough right now.

It softened you, seeing her mean streak cut off like this... You did do this to her, you had a responsibility to try and fix, whatever it was inside you rampaging around like an angry bull in a cage.

You nodded "Okay, I'll stay."

Helping her into her bed, Izzy shivered at your touch and as You tucked yourself in, she latched unto you, hugging you tightly though she was frowning, laying her head on your chest, the two of you quiet until...

"Do you think I'm a freak?" She asked.

You breathed heavily, trying to calm the storm "Even if I think you did, I'm hardly Normal."

She shifted "Your heart is beating so fast, You are so dark inside, I hear it, I feel it. it's incredible."

"Incredibly scary..." You corrected, stopping yourself from touching her, stopping yourself from doing any of the 7000 disgusting things you wanted to do to her. "I can see forever, I can feel the sun and stars above, I can see into the depths of time and myself and You, I can push my body and mind to a level that crushes all enemies, and crushes myself. I am of Blackness and My family's crest is the serpent, and we bare our fangs, staining ourselves with venom so that mortals do not have to. I have the body of a man and the soul quenched in darkness, with the shards of a god burning at it's heart."

She considered you, seriously "How do you know all this?"

You shrugged "I don't know..." You admitted "I don't know anything, it's all just there, or it all just pops up and goes away again, like a bad dream. I just want to be normal, to get away from all this confusing shit, I don't want to be some freak."

There was quiet again for a moment before she took a deep breath and spoke "there is Good and Bad, that is what My mistress taught me. the world is like that, Magic is like that too. Sorcerors get the Magic White circles... and Witches get the Black Magic Circles, they Draw from the New Host in the white sky, and we Draw from the Old One from the deep Black lake. They are the good ones, the wise mystics, the pure-hearted druids. But we are dark-hearted whores of satan who dance nude under the pale moon and consort with demons." She chuckled to herself

"What's your point?" You asked, still distracted by the shadow inside.

"My point is, shithead. That there is good and bad in this world, but one cannot exist without the other, and neither can be ignored... You think that You're a freak because you have darkness inside of you? well, maybe a little darkness is what is needed right now."

You cracked a smile "Since when were you so philosophical?"

"Since when did I lay nude and make out with a guy that I hate?"

You nodded "Touche."

"I'm going to sleep now, do not touch me again... down there... and try to get some sleep, Guapo."

But you didn't sleep, You didn't sleep at all... You just lay there, feeling the tingling in your chest, wondering why you felt like there was something inside, or maybe... someone?