Chapter 48: Violet

I watched as Simon walked away. He asked me out on a date. This could be some sort of plan to get me back to his pack house so he could murder me. But it didn’t seem like it. It seemed like he was excited about our dinner. I continued to stare even after the forest swallowed him. I knew he was slowly making his way to his home. Every step he took away from me, the more I longed for him to turn around and come back. I didn’t want to see him leave.

“Don’t be stupid Violet. That god of a man will only play with you, use you for a little bit and then move on to the next.” I continued to stare; I could make out his figure on the other side of the lake walking to his house. I felt a little like a stalker. But if I was going to stalk, I might as well go big or go home. And he was a big man.

He could have anyone in the world, and he asked me out. He asked me to dinner. Me. There must be something wrong with him for him to want to go out with the likes of me. That Nordic god asked a plain Jane witch out.

I had to keep myself busy during the day or else I would have driven myself crazy looking across the lake hoping he would emerge from his house, just so I could get another glance of him. I tried to read through the spell book, but my mind would constantly wander to how he looked when he bent over and pulled on his pants. How his muscles corded under his skin and how he moved with such fluid ease. And he caught me staring at him. “So embarrassing.” I smirked to myself. And even though he wasn’t here, I blushed.

I turned on the television and flipped through the movies on Netflix, mindlessly selected one to play as I thought about the moments that transpired last night. How I woke up with his arms wrapped around my waist. I could still feel how his touch made my skin warm and electricity emerged. Even when we got close, I could feel the electricity bounce between us. It was weird. He didn’t look shocked. He acted as if it was normal to have electricity bounce between us.

I have never heard of any witch having electricity bounce off of them. I did go through the turning, and I could feel the electricity. Myrtle would know what was happening. She would have some witty comment that would put my mind at ease and then tell me to go live the best life I could. My heart sunk, thinking about Myrtle. I missed her. I missed her loving demeanor, when I was around her, I felt like everything was going to be alright. That I wasn’t alone being a familiar witch and I would have her guidance through this new terrane. But now I was alone. And I had a date with a werewolf.

“Put me in the Guinness Book of World Records, crazy witch dating a werewolf.” I said to myself. My mind drifted back to the thoughts of Simon. Even his name crossing my mind brought a smile to my face. I wanted to remember each moment that transpired. How he stared at me as if he knew something that I didn’t know. Smiled at me. That smile could melt any woman into nothing.

How he got defensive when he found out Bruce had a cup of coffee with me. Almost jealous, like we had been together for years and I was his. I wouldn’t mind that.

The movie I chose had the credits rolling and the next movie was queued up and about to start. I couldn’t remember the name of the movie that I selected, or even what it was about. I was too consumed by my thoughts to even pay attention to what was before me. It was background noise, to keep the silence at bay.

I let the next movie start. I could not sit here, I had to do something. I picked up the duster and started aimlessly dusting the cabin. I wiped down the counters and closed the garbage bag that was full of wrappers from the basket Simon brought. I looked at the clock. It was three. I had three hours to get ready and make my way over to his house. I would only need twenty minutes to get ready but if I took my time, I could stretch that over an hour.

I ran me a bath with bubbles. I turned on my phone’s radio and started to listen to music. Some I recognized and others I didn’t. I slid slowly into the warm water, I let the bubbles hit my chin, and made a bubble beard. I played with the bubbles as I soaked, trying to take my time. When in actuality I wanted to rush and then sprint over to Simon’s front door and wait there. “If you did that you would look like a psycho.”

I slowly cleaned my body and washed my hair. I let the warmth seep into my body, loosened my muscles. My stomach still flipped as I thought about dinner tonight, sitting near Simon, talking and if the evening went well maybe a kiss. My stomach clenched at the thought of me being in his arms and having his lips on mine. Compared to him I was so inexperienced. I bet he has had loads of girlfriends and compared to me who has not had a single boyfriend.

I had a few crushes when I was younger, but when the takeover happened, romance took a backseat and survival stepped in. Now I could think about dating someone. I couldn’t forget about my coven. I needed to come up with a plan to save them from Eli. I needed to start practicing more and honing my skills so I could dethrone him. When Eli gets overthrown, someone will need to take the role as Sovereign. Since I’m one of the last familiar witches, the coven would want me to take over and I don’t think I’m ready. I just had my turning and in the world of witches, I’m still a baby.

I took a deep breath. “Get a hold of yourself. One thing at a time. You have a date with the hottest Nordic god of a werewolf coming up and you should focus on getting through this evening. Then you can start overthinking about overthrowing your coven’s hierarchy.” I gave myself a quick pep-talk.

The water started to become tepid. I pulled myself out of the bath and wrapped a towel around me. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair hung around my shoulders damp, the bruise that was on my right eye was only just starting to fade into a yellowish version of itself. “I need to cover that.”

I started to go through my beauty products, applied some make-up, used deodorant and rubbed lotion into my skin. I shuffled the towel through my hair to help it dry. I abandoned it on the floor and went upstairs to my closet where I would have to decide on what to wear. I pulled out a dark purple dress and a long sweater from the closet. I liked those together and I haven’t worn that yet. I took out tights from the dresser. I would pair this outfit with knee high heeled boots. If I knew I was going to be going on dates, I would have added some more fancy attire to my wardrobe. But this is what I had to work with.

I looked at myself in the mirror fully dressed. It looked cute; the purple of the dress intensified the color of my eyes. The dress hugged my breasts and made them look bigger, better than the normal baggy sweatshirts I wore around the house. I went back to the bathroom and applied a thin layer of makeup over my bruised eye. I tried to mask it. I added some mascara and a light pink hue to my lips. I pulled my hair into a messy bun. I put the obsidian crystal necklace that Myrtle gave me around my neck. I was ready. Or as ready as I’d ever be.

I looked at the clock. Five oh five. Driving there would only take 4 minutes. If I walked super slowly, I could stretch out the time to about thirty minutes. I didn’t want to arrive too early to seem too eager. So, I sat on the couch and watched the television screen, the movie that had younger actors and something about liking a boy. I was too distracted to actually get into the plot. Every minute I would look at the clock, hoping that the time would have miraculously moved faster. But I was disappointed.