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turned back when I felt moving forward would be too dangerous
Cassandra’s life wouldn’t have been changed forever.” She lifted
her gaze to meet his, her brown eyes shining with unspent tears.
“That’s why I worry. Because when I don’t, people I love get
fucked over.” She said and he understood. He understood her
pain and thought of loosing people she held dear, but what he
couldn’t comprehend was how she still held onto it all these
years.
“You’re mortal and you made a mistake. Don’t let your past
transgressions hinder you in the present.” He said, watching a
smiling stewardess on her way towards them, checking to make
sure everyone had their seatbelts buckled. Panicking she threw
her hand on top of his belt, grabbing it to hide the fact that it
looked like it was floating.
“Well what are you doing?” The woman asked with a laugh.
“Just um…testing the elasticity?” She asked with a nervous
chuckle and the woman winked and made her way past them.
“The plane will be taking off shortly so sit up straight.” She said
in parting. Leviathan smirked at where her hand rested over his
crotch.
“You know if you want to move your hand lower I wouldn’t
mind at all.” She released his belt with a disgusted sigh, a blush
dusting her cheeks.
“Just shut up.” She said and he laughed.
“I thought it sounded like a pleasant way to pass the time.”
“You would. How on earth am I going to survive ten hours alone
with you?” She ignored the mischievous gleam in his eye. “On
second thought, don’t answer that.”
“Don’t jump to conclusions. I could always teach you something,
since I come equipped with infinite knowledge and an action grip
and all.” He said sarcastically and she just stared at him before
rolling her eyes.
“You practically refused to tell me anything earlier, why are you
being so forthcoming with information now?”
“I am a firm believer in tit for tat. You shared something about
yourself that no doubt causes you great pain; now I will divulge
something as well.” He said and she felt her eyes widen.
“So you’re going to tell me about your past?”
“No. I’m going to teach you a spell.” He said and a frown
returned to her face.
“That’s not fair I know virtually nothing about you. And wait I
thought you said you couldn’t cast spells.”
“I can’t, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know any. I’m pretty sure
you know a handful of recipes but that doesn’t make you a chef,
or any better of a cook now does it?” He smirked and she
narrowed her eyes on him.
“I’m a damn good cook jackass.”
“Not the point I was making.”
“See if I cook you anything else...jackass.” Leviathan rolled his
eyes at her glare.
“Do you want to learn the spell or not?”
“Yes I want to learn it.” She sat back in her seat and stared
expectantly up at him. Leviathan couldn’t help but chuckle at her
nearly childlike behavior. One second she was seething mad at
him and the next she was perfectly content. What a puzzle she
was.
“Alright then. As you witnessed earlier, spell casting is a very
simple craft, though not everyone can do it. Like vampires,
werewolves and other races, each breed has it’s own unique
quirks. Spell casting just happens to be unique to witches, like
blood drinking is unique to the walking undead.” He explained
and she felt herself pale.
“You mean vampires and werewolves actually exist?”
“You’re sitting next to an ancient demonic entity and their
existence surprises you?” He cocked a brow at her and she
frowned.
“Are we talking like…maybe one in a million or are they like
literally everywhere?” She asked nervously and he sighed.
“Vampires are one in every ten people,
turned back when I felt moving forward would be too dangerous
Cassandra’s life wouldn’t have been changed forever.” She lifted
her gaze to meet his, her brown eyes shining with unspent tears.
“That’s why I worry. Because when I don’t, people I love get
fucked over.” She said and he understood. He understood her
pain and thought of loosing people she held dear, but what he
couldn’t comprehend was how she still held onto it all these
years.
“You’re mortal and you made a mistake. Don’t let your past
transgressions hinder you in the present.” He said, watching a
smiling stewardess on her way towards them, checking to make
sure everyone had their seatbelts buckled. Panicking she threw
her hand on top of his belt, grabbing it to hide the fact that it
looked like it was floating.
“Well what are you doing?” The woman asked with a laugh.
“Just um…testing the elasticity?” She asked with a nervous
chuckle and the woman winked and made her way past them.
“The plane will be taking off shortly so sit up straight.” She said
in parting. Leviathan smirked at where her hand rested over his
crotch.
“You know if you want to move your hand lower I wouldn’t
mind at all.” She released his belt with a disgusted sigh, a blush
dusting her cheeks.
“Just shut up.” She said and he laughed.
“I thought it sounded like a pleasant way to pass the time.”
“You would. How on earth am I going to survive ten hours alone
with you?” She ignored the mischievous gleam in his eye. “On
second thought, don’t answer that.”
“Don’t jump to conclusions. I could always teach you something,
since I come equipped with infinite knowledge and an action grip
and all.” He said sarcastically and she just stared at him before
rolling her eyes.
“You practically refused to tell me anything earlier, why are you
being so forthcoming with information now?”
“I am a firm believer in tit for tat. You shared something about
yourself that no doubt causes you great pain; now I will divulge
something as well.” He said and she felt her eyes widen.
“So you’re going to tell me about your past?”
“No. I’m going to teach you a spell.” He said and a frown
returned to her face.
“That’s not fair I know virtually nothing about you. And wait I
thought you said you couldn’t cast spells.”
“I can’t, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know any. I’m pretty sure
you know a handful of recipes but that doesn’t make you a chef,
or any better of a cook now does it?” He smirked and she
narrowed her eyes on him.
“I’m a damn good cook jackass.”
“Not the point I was making.”
“See if I cook you anything else...jackass.” Leviathan rolled his
eyes at her glare.
“Do you want to learn the spell or not?”
“Yes I want to learn it.” She sat back in her seat and stared
expectantly up at him. Leviathan couldn’t help but chuckle at her
nearly childlike behavior. One second she was seething mad at
him and the next she was perfectly content. What a puzzle she
was.
“Alright then. As you witnessed earlier, spell casting is a very
simple craft, though not everyone can do it. Like vampires,
werewolves and other races, each breed has it’s own unique
quirks. Spell casting just happens to be unique to witches, like
blood drinking is unique to the walking undead.” He explained
and she felt herself pale.
“You mean vampires and werewolves actually exist?”
“You’re sitting next to an ancient demonic entity and their
existence surprises you?” He cocked a brow at her and she
frowned.
“Are we talking like…maybe one in a million or are they like
literally everywhere?” She asked nervously and he sighed.
“Vampires are one in every ten people,
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