Devils Roses 04 - Witch

seventh is almost here.”
    She nodded, “Whatever you want.”
    He sighed and looked at Lucas who was lying in the grass looking bleak, “That’s going to get annoying fast.”
    Lucas made a wolf snicker sound.
    Sam rolled his eyes, “Come one we’ve got to help Giselle. This is nuts. You should change first though. No one wants you eating any of her loyal subjects.”
    Sam strolled out into the crowd to Giselle and tried not to notice the blood on his pants.
    Giselle shook her head in what appeared to be disbelief.
    Sam knelt beside her and whispered, “We need to take you to Marcus’s castle. You’ll be safest there.”
    Giselle nodded weakly, “I always wanted to live in a castle.”
    Aimee pressed her lips together. Sam could see the anger welling inside of his friend. She was already fragile and a blow like Giselle being forced into anything, could force Aimee’s anger.
    He put a hand on them both and flashed quickly.
    He looked up at the front of the massive castle, “Home sweet home.”
    Giselle gulped.
    Sam knew it was too much to take. Giselle and Aimee had come from a tiny town with small houses and regular people. The past years had been filled with too many changes for them to not be overwhelmed.
    Giselle’s dark and beautiful eyes filled with tears, making her face devastating, “Will you stay with me?”
    Sam nodded, as did Aimee.
    An English accent broke the silence, “Mistress my name is Hamish. Welcome to your new home.”
    Sam spun to see an odd looking older man standing in the doorway of the huge entrance.
    "Hamish? You weren’t here when Marcus lived here?"
    Hamish shook his head, "I stay back in the English castle until Master Henry was permitted to leave."
    Aimee put a hand out to him, “I’m Aimee.”
    He cringed as he took her hand. Aimee pulled him into her and whispered something. The man’s eyes grew as he pulled back, “Madam I would never. I serve the Mistress of the house. My bloodline has always served the house of Dracule loyally. She is the mistress, her blood is his blood.”
    Sam scowled at Aimee, who shrugged, “He must be like the house elves in Harry Potter. No one give him any gifts or clothing or socks.”
    The older man looked horrified but stepped to the side to make way for them to enter.
    Sam felt nauseous seeing the place again. It was never appealing to him, but remembering Hanna there made his skin crawl. Giselle gripped his bicep tightly as they passed the threshold.
    “It’s creepy. It’s too big. Hamish is there a smaller house we could maybe hang at?”
    Hamish looked at Giselle as if she had three heads, “Mistress does the manor displease you? We have five others. The one in Romania is quite nice in the summer. Not too hot and there is a nice lake out back.”
    "Five? All like this?"
    He laughed, "No, no, much larger."
    She looked at Sam with her huge eyes full of fear. Her lips trembled slightly. Sam leaned in and kissed her soft face, “You have this Giselle. You defeated that other vampire. We won’t leave you here alone. Me and Aimes will move in with you okay?”
    She pressed her skin against his lips and nodded, “I like the house Hamish.”
    “Would you care for a snack perhaps?”
    Sam shot his eyes up at Hamish who pointed down the hall.
    Giselle nodded, “I am hungry.”
    Aimee looked at Sam menacingly, but spoke to Hamish, “What kind of snack?”
    Hamish looked confusedly at Sam, “Well she only really eats one thing young sir, obviously a bloody one.”
    Aimee turned to him, “Where does she get her snacks from?”
    Giselle put a perfectly manicured hand up, “Hamish I like my blood by the bag.”
    Hamish choked, “What?”
    Aimee looked furious, “Do you keep people here?”
    Hamish reddened slightly, “We keep all blood types on tap. It’s how Master preferred it in all his homes.”
    Sam felt his nose wrinkle, “Where do you keep them?”
    Giselle looked confused, “On tap?”
    Aimee shook her head, “Nothing. I will take care of it. Me and Hamish will go together to get you a snack.”
    Sam stepped away from Giselle and grabbed Aimee’s hand quickly, “Maybe me and Hamish should get the snacks Aims.” He noticed the relieved look on the poor old man’s face.
    Aimee looked wickedly evil, as she spoke through pressed lips like a ventriloquist, “Fine.”
    Sam took the older man’s arm and rushed away quickly.
    “By the gods what is she?”
    Sam smirked, “Death Hamish. She is death.”

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