Sarkhan And The Beast

"A witch." 

"Somehow I don't doubt that." 

She pursed her lips, trying to cling to the last of her sanity. I really do wish to be more sympathetic to her pathetic sob story but I was rather too pissed.

She was a witch! A Witch!

Outwardly I kept my composure reposed, and nodded along, "So you do those voodoo ritual things?" I needed more information. If I freak out she will be alert and reel back.

Snorting, she turned away as if she heard a joke, "I was the weak link of the family, I couldn't cast a spell much less perform rituals." She waved her hand in her hair, she looked spiteful for the degraded period in life then she smirked smugly. "And now they are all about how I got here!"

The microwave dinged but my knife stilled ominously, "You fed my father a love portion."