Devils Roses 04 - Witch

days.
    She narrowed her eyes but sighed when she saw the blank stare on his face.
    "I don’t want you to hurt."
    Her shoulders slumped hollowing out her shoulder blades and throat, "Why can't you just undo it and love me again Sam."
    He shook his head, "I don’t know how."
    Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. She took a step toward him placing her hand on his chest, "I will love you as long as I live. My heart will belong to you forever. Even when a thousand years has passed and you don’t remember me, every heart beat will be for you." She leaned in and brushed her soft lips against his cheek. She brushed past him and walked down the wide hallway. He knew that deep down it hurt. His stomach ached in a way he remembered being associated to pain. A tear found it's way from his eye. He dragged his hand across his face. The simplicity of the tear was lost in the abyss that had become his heart. He turned and walked along the hall in the opposite direction. He needed to find Ophelia. He needed her to fix him. He felt the black of the world swallowing him.
    His feet walked, his mouth breathed, and his heart beat but nothing felt real.
    The fog in his head kept him preoccupied enough that he nearly walked past Ophelia. She was curled up with a huge old book in the library. He stopped walking and backed up to the doorway. He poked his head in, "Hey can we talk?"
    She looked up, but her brain took a moment to register him. The book had pulled her in.
    Seeing him, her cheeks flushed, "Oh hey Sam."
    "I need your help."
    She looked lost when she looked at him. His Siren call was worse since he lost his feelings for Hanna.
    He walked in and sat in the huge over stuffed leather chair across from her. He didn’t understand why she was staying at Giselle's too. Everyone had basically left Lydia's in protest of Giselle's banishment.
    In the dim light of the library she looked young. Her dark hair and one dark eye made her look the way he'd imagine a witch to look. Her light eye looked sick, like a cataract.
    "I need you to get close with Oliver. Get some answers from him. We are going on a rescue mission. We aren’t telling Lydia or Lorri. Their agenda has nothing to do with your sister or Aimee's sister. They just want the plan they have hatched to work, even at the expense of Alise and Abbey."
    She blinked, "Abbey." She spoke the words like she had forgotten about her.
    "Yeah. So we were hoping you'd get the way into the Alaska fortress for us. Oliver knows it. We can't trust him so you have to be sneaky. Can you do that?"
    She nodded.
    He forced a smile across his lips, "You can keep the secret for us?"
    She nodded again. She looked like a robot around him. He couldn’t understand it. She would do anything he said.
    He watched her eyes, trying hard not to focus on only one, "I need another favor."
    She nodded.
    "I need you to find out about changing me back and fixing my heart."
    "Okay."
    "Oliver said it was possible but you have to find some dark witches to do it."
    "I'll do whatever you want Sam."
    He sighed. He knew it would be driving him insane if he could feel anything. He was grateful for a moment that he was numb."
    He got up from the chair, "Okay. Thanks Ophelia."
    She put the book down and got up from the chair. She walked to the room, almost like following his orders. She turned and walked down the hall in the direction of Hanna's old room.
    He flashed into the kitchen. Giselle was sucking the neck of a man against the counter.
    Sam frowned.
    She pulled away, "Derek I'd like you to meet Tham. Tham thith ith Derek."
    "Why are you eating your date?"
    "It's my kitchen. I'll eat whoever I want." She laughed.
    Her blood stained fangs popped back, leaving her with normal straight teeth covered in blood.
    "Dude he has a blood disorder. He used to get bled or leached. Like barf. Anyway Jeeves knew about him because of Marcus. Marcus always had a few of them he kept around."
    "Hamish told you he has a blood disorder."
    The man spoke, "I do. I have hemochromatosis. I have to lose a half liter of blood every week."
    Sam nodded, "Sounds legit. Nice one Giselle. No more bags for you then huh?"
    She smiled her blood grin, "Dude there are millions of these people. It's like the most common shit wrong with people."
    "How did Hamish find you?"
    The man shrugged, "My doctor. He was a friend of that Marcus guy."
    Sam nodded, "So you are part of the blood kept on tap?"
    "I wasn’t before. Marcus liked girls."
    Giselle looped