The Witch and the Vampire Prince

01 — Who Are You?

The Dawn slowly inched, dropping the candra and letting her sleep again. Now morning has come, no longer is the full moonlight working. Let the sun accompany the activities of creatures during the day.

The aroma of fried chicken spices ran around every corner of the room. Simultaneously the sunlight slipped behind the curtains. Slowly the feeling of heat spread throughout the body and woke the master of the cold body on the bed.

Shouts from the bedroom become a new alarm. Now the rooster does not need to bother crowing to give a sign of the morning.

The clattering of steps rang out quickly down the wooden floor in the little witch's hut. Following the smell that came to the kitchen and found a tiny figure cooking with a black cat.

"Good morning," said Phyllis as she turned the fried chicken over. Merlin meowed lightly towards the alien vampire and then back around in a wooden chair.

"Good morning to your eyes! Give me back my teeth!" the Vampire shouted as he stepped closer. Phyllis took a brief glance and then diced her cooking.

"Are vampires not taught manners?" satirical witch girl then put a plate containing some soft bone fried chicken that had been planned last night. Merlin hurried up and approached the plate on the dining table.

Phyllis casually prepared three dishes, putting pieces of chicken on each plate. Not to forget about the collins he had made before.

Merlin's cat's body instantly turned into a normal human. His smile broke, the delicious aroma of fried chicken gushed into the nose. Looks delicious with a little sprinkling of black pepper.

"Good meal!" merlin then devoured the chicken. Phyllis sat in her chair and ate her cooking.

The two brothers pitched together and smiled, as if they knew what they were thinking. "Don't kid!"

On the euphoric side of them, there was an annoyed figure. The Vampire just silently stared at the two witches in front of him. Even since his arrival as if not considered—although Phyllis had already prepared the dishes for him.

"Merlin, you can eat the rest of the chicken" Phyllis said, pointing at the vampire's plate. Ah, it's true that witches don't have to be kind to vampires, huh.

"HEY! I'm right up ahead of here! Isn't that mine?!" shouted the Vampire who immediately pulled his plate, hiding behind the body.

Merlin sighed, then raised both of his shoulders. "Come on, can you eat?" ledek Merlin, make our Vampire Lord more and more his emotions.

Although it can not, but hunger in the stomach forced the vampire to eat fried chicken. On the tongue there is no taste other than spicy cocolan. Vampires should be like that. Vampires can only enjoy good and not blood.

Eating chicken for the first time. Feeling bland in the mouth and chewing, it feels uncomfortable. But who knows this could fill the hungry worms.

"Hng— hoeeeekkk..."

Eating other than blood is a big mistake. This vampire stomach can't take it. We can hear the protesting sounds of the creatures in his intestines. Demo refused and wanted blood.

The vampire put the plate with a lot of chicken. Staring at Phyllis' flat eyes with a sharp highlight.

"Give me some blood!"

"No," the girl replied briefly, then her gaze shifted to the vampire's plate. He pulled it and gave it to Merlin.

"Eat again."

Merlin scrunched his forehead. He pointed to the former vampire vomit. "What don't you see? Are you still in the mood to eat?! Phy!"

"Yes, still. If I don't want to, I'll eat" Phyllis continued. Pull back the fried chicken and put it on the plate. Cuek, as if the slovenly incident was not something that disturbed his appetite.

After that Merlin turned into a cat and walked out of the kitchen. The daily routine after breakfast is to enjoy the morning on the terrace of his wooden house.

Phyllis herself is still cool with her chickens. The vampire sat across from Phyllis and looked at the witch girl. There was no more response than Phyllis' flat look or thin smile. This girl has very little expression.

"Your name is Phy?" ask vampires. After remembering, they have not yet met. Of course not yet, their first meeting was very creepy and almost killed one of them.

"Phyllis Cayenne," Phyllis replied casually. His teeth are still working to crush every bite of chicken meat. "You?"

The vampire was silent for a moment. Then put on a haughty face and a big smile. "Oh, you want to meet me, huh? That target?"

"No." The second time Phyllis answered briefly and piqued. He knew an answer like this made others upset. But what does Phyllis care?

"My name's Louis. Call me Mr. Louis."

"Louis."

"Wear sir!" louis shouted furiously. If the fangs are not soft, it will suck out Phyllis' blood until the remaining bone is wrapped in skin. Considering Phyllis' scent was enough to seduce her, it was somewhat different from Merlin or any other human.

"Hm," replied Phyllis lazily. He finished his meal and cleaned his cutlery. Followed by Louis in the back of the relentless tweet of protest.

Phyllis was not disturbed. He often experienced this when Merlin did not like the breakfast menu.

After washing the entire tool used, Phyllis immediately came out. And again Louis followed.

The sunlight is not so hot. The wooden house in the middle of the lush forest was covered by towering trees. Although the sun does not freely enter because of the many leaves, but their residence is not so dark. However, the cold continued to cover their days and required this witch to use a cloak to move.

Merlin, who was waiting, followed Phyllis to the front of the house. A small garden planted with several types of vegetables. This makes it easier for Phyllis to cook. In addition to hunting animals in the middle of the forest, Phyllis often brought plant seeds and planted them for food stocks.

Phyllis approached Merlin's well and drew water, then made it a morning flush for his plants. The rocky path split the middle of the front yard, Merlin leisurely walked in the middle. As if being catwalk—, Merlin really became paint and was walking.

"Your daily life is like this?" ask Louis who can't answer Phyllis. It's obvious Phyllis won't answer the obvious question.

Not a thing for Louis. A vampire with a daily barge of feet and ringing a bell to serve. The life of a vampire prince is inversely proportional to the little witch girl who lives with a cat so-called events.

"By the way, when are you going back to my fangs again?"

Phyllis who had originally watered the plant finally stopped. Phyllis' unusual response leaves Louis with hope. The girl looked up and looked at him. A very ordinary, flat look as if it has no purpose in life.

"Am I planning on doing it?"

".. hehe, don't joke" Louis continued, shaking Phyllis's shoulders.

"This is not my joke. Vampire comedy tastes suck, yes," Phyllis replied with a sharp glare.

"HEY! I'm a vampire prince! Soon to be the king of Vampire Campbell! What would a would-be king of the soft net?!"

The rest of Phyllis brushed Louis off and resumed her morning duties. "I don't care."

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