A dinner to die for

It had been around a week after she had gotten back. She had avoided JJ like the pest, which had been easy as she could smell him every time he got close enough. Every night she had been sneaking around, this time being smarter about it and hadn’t been caught. Two nights ago, she had found out that the murders of her parents, where the very same people that had ‘helped’ her. Taken her in, and made it sound like she needed to pay back for what they had done for her. Well, revenge was best served cold. And instead of going of the rails as she normally would have, she conducted a plan instead. She knew exactly what she needed to do. There was a dinner for the higher teacher at the cult, and the students that had been there the longest. She also knew, that despite JJ not being the one that was most liked by the students, he would be invited. He had told her why last time they had talked. My mother is the first witch.
There was also the possibility that he knew more than he let on, and after finding out just how deep these roots treachery grew. She wasn’t even sure that JJ didn’t know. She wouldn’t put it past him. But somewhere down the line she had made sure that he wasn’t going to make it for the dinner meeting.


Now she was sitting here, end of the long table looking at how they all laid dead over their dinner plate. The headmaster of the mansion lying on the floor beside her as she turned around pulling out an apple polishing it against her black leather jacket and took a big juicy bite. “What do you say, how does the food taste Malcom?” she looked at the brute that after she had broken his leg, had forced himself into the room trying to teach her a lesson that had almost sent her to the infirmary. Lying on the table with foam coming out of his mouth “To die for you say? Couldn’t agree more” she chuckled and closed her eyes while chewing on her non contaminated apple. She pulled out her phone and texted JJ a message, that she soon would be able to leave. Knowing very well that he knew nothing about the fact that she had sent him a fake note telling him that the dinner party had been moved an hour ahead. Which would make him arrive in any minute now.

The smile disappeared as soon as she could smell JJ, and right she was, as soon after he opened the door and walked in. She had a hard time believing he didn’t know about what had happened that night with her parents, or what the cult stood for. He was a part of the inner circle, right? Why would he else have been invited to this dinner. Now she could have just killed him like the rest, that clearly had deserved it. So, why was it so hard for her to just kill the annoying warlock with the always smart mouth.

She turned around placing her boots on the plate of food that had killed the man sprawling out on the floor. “Well by all means, eat, but don’t come complaining to me when the seasoning gives a bitter taste in your mouth” she said with a disconnected tone. It took some time before she slowly let her eyes roam towards him crocking up a brow. “But funnily enough you are a little late to the party, had fun picking your locks?” she said with a twisted smile on her face.