Christine Harriet made a perfect set-up for the dinner of the witches. The table's utensils and plates will be used for the dinner, it was a 1947 aristocratic vintage dinner set that was saved to be used on special occasions, and that occasion was welcoming a new witch. She put the candle lights on the table to compliment the set-up. She made marinated grilled shrimp for appetizer, beef wellington for the main course, black forest cake for dessert, and prepared a bottle of chilled vintage wine. She also prepared classical music for the witches to enjoy while they're eating. In the phonograph, jazz music was playing in the air. May they have a perfect dinner.
Aria hummed when she ate a slice of beef wellington, "This one is my favorite that Christine makes. Christine is such a great cook."
"The beef is fine, cooked medium, a little bit juicy and tender. But the taste?" Jean said and make a face, "Can you pass the salt please Aria?"
"Girl, every time Christine cooks, you always judge it by whatever category you make," Diane argued.
"I think the taste is great," Meghan said.
Diane raised her fist, which is a sign for her victory, "three out of four likes the food. Score one for the girls back home."
They continued to each their meals until Jean asks Meghan about how did she get in the academy.
"Don't force her to talk, Jean. A while ago we tried to convince her to talk but she won't tell us." Aria shrugged and continue to eat.
"Pfft. Now that was easy." Jean pushed her plate back. "I'm not hungry anymore." She leaned at her chair and crossed her arms. "So bored now."
Christine came in with a cart with plates of desserts in it and she was dressed in a maid dress. She came to Jean and said in her soft but Russian voice, "would you like a cake, Miss Desmond?"
"I said I'm not hungry anymore, dumb witch," Jean said, annoyed.
Christine smiled and walk around to give service to another, letting go of what has Jean said a while ago about the beef. She made beef wellingtons real great ever since. It's just now that some witch bitch has insulted her cooking. "Cake, Miss Mansfield?"
"Oh God, yes please," Aria said with her mouth full and accepted the cake from Christine as she said her thanksgiving.
So as Diane and Meghan proudly received their cakes, they enjoyed eating their cakes but only Aria gets to finish her plate. Diane left half of the cake while Meghan only ate 4 forkful slice of her serving.
"So, when will the boys come?" Meghan asks out of the blue.
"Boys and girls in this academy have a separate dining room. I'm sure that the boys are in the dining room but Wayne is always indisposed. Missing classes and gatherings." Diane said.
"Or fucking Sirens out there," Jean added.
"Jean, shut up," Diane said.
"What? I'm just saying." She says to Meghan while fishing out a cigarette, "I don't even know if the boys have gatherings anymore," she lights a cigarette and breaths out a smoke, "now that Sir Fitzgerald is dead. Poor bastard, he was only young when he died."
A flash of memory came through Jean and she hears her moans and Lewis's moan, fucking her, enjoying what the Supreme is doing to her. And the supreme came.
"You're going to give me that position right?" Jean seduced.
The supreme kissed her forehead and said, "Only for you honey."
"Wait, granddad is dead?" Meghan was shocked.
"We thought you knew. Didn't Clementine told you?" Diane said.
"No obviously." Dismay was the first feeling Meghan felt. They have a lot to talk about but of course, it is too late.
The room was silent for a while but Aria spoke first, "So Jean, tell me where have you been last night."
Jean rolled her eyes, "Ugh, you and your psychic abomination. Why do you ask?"
"Because I felt that you're going to have a bad ploy for that man you saw weeks ago."
"You know if that's the way you want to change subjects? Well choose another because I'm so bored talking about it," Jean huffed.
To Meghan, Aria said, "She killed the man who raped her."
Diane slammed her hand to the table while Aria is talking, "What did I tell about getting nosy?"
"No, it's fine Diane." Jean looked at Aria, "so you wanted to know what happened?"
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Jean was about to meet someone. She saw the man when she was a teenager back then, maybe at 17. She's 24 now. It was a little unsettling for Jean to see this man again. The man who gave many mishaps and requiems in her life. She needed closure after everything, and she has to use her powers to do it.
She knocked on the door that was located at the very corner of the building, with no residents living in the other two apartments and she got her many chances to do everything she wanted to do.
The door opened and she saw the man in front of her, grinning and shirtless.
It was her stepbrother.
Her stepbrother was named Nick. He is 30 years old, unmarried, and recently unemployed. He lives in the old shag because that's the only thing he can afford, but he made a promise that he will find a job, do well and maybe marry Jean. But that's the plan.
Much to the impertinence he wants to commit, he didn't care about the troubles he will get in once he and Jean get together.
And Jean is here to finish it but before that…
Nick pulled Jean inside of his apartment and slammed her onto the door to kiss her. By the roughness of his kiss to her, she can tell how much he missed her. She was grinning when he was kissing her.
He lifted her leg and put his hand inside her skirt she's wearing and felt no lace of panty.
"Well, would you look at that? Is it Merry Christmas or what?" Nick was smiling.
Jean rubbed his chest and said, "Well I should give my gift to you."
"Oh, thank you so much baby doll," he kissed her again while he touches the center of her legs.
Jean urged to resist and swat away his hands and said, "Wait, let's do that later-giggles-we still have job to do." She moaned while Nick was biting her neck.
Nick sighed and looked into Jean's eyes, "Ugh! Ok fine, let's get done with this shall we?"
Jean giggled and pushed Nick away, "so how did it go?"
"Holy shit, that guy's too cranky. Must be smoking weeds every hour." Nick put his arm around Jean's waist as he leads her to a room. "You know, he's a challenge to get here," he whispers to her ear, "you own me crazy nights, baby doll," and then he nibbled her neck which made Jean squeal.
"Stop it! Just show me what you got."
Nick hold the doorknob and twist it to open the door wide and let Jean in.
It wasn't a cliché scenario where you see a man tied up in an uncomfortable wood chair and inside the room is nothing but cracked walls, peeled paints, and missing or broken furniture. And you expect the window glass is broken because the man has tried to get himself out.
Everything is the opposite.
Nick gave the man a comfortable room with nice colored paints, nice steady furniture, and a very comfy chair and bed to relax and sleep on. Actually, he was living the moment.
The door shut completely, leaving Jean and the man inside the room.
The man was lying on the bed, his arm on his forehead while his hand is holding a cigar. He was only wearing a white dirty shirt and jeans.
Jean's head bent slightly to the left, "How do you like your comfy bed?"
The man looked at her and he gets up fast from the bed. "Is it comfortable?" Jean asked.
"Jean? How did you know I'm here?"
"I came to see you, Jordan. Isn't it obvious?"
Jordan snort, "Yeah, I would love some company." He puts the tip of the cigar on his mouth and breathes in a smoke. He adjusts himself and leans on the bed case. "How may I be able to do your assistance?"
"Your cupcakes are still heating up in the oven. Mind if I taste them?"
Jean goes to the small sofa that could occupy one person. She fishes out a case of cigarettes and lights one. Jean asks Jordan if he's living the moment.
"It's surprising that your boyfriend or whoever the hell," he breathes in his cigar, "he is to you is giving me comfort."
"I've been eating 3 times a time, taking a hot shower, watching the TV shows I like and sometimes he brings a girl to fuck."
"Because I told him to give you something that would make your balls big. To live comfortably while he follows my orders just to make you happy." Jean flicks her cigarette.
"Well then Merry Christmas to me," Jordan shrug and breathes in his last smoke.
"Ho, ho, I wished that I made your dreams come true. Now take your clothes off."
Jordan lifts his eyebrow, confused by Jean's ways. He pushes the cigar to the ashtray that is on the bedside table to turn it off.
"Why?" Jordan's last question was finally asked.
"I said, take your clothes off."
Jordan didn't know what happened. Something was controlling him, even though he wanted to stop he can't. He shrugged off his shirt and stood up to pull down his pants off, and throws somewhere his pants. He stood like he's frozen.
"Now lie down and wait for me," Jean commanded.
He lied down from his bed, looking at the white ceiling, and then he managed to ask, "What are you doing? What are you trying to do?"
He felt her presence when she sat on the bed. He didn't know what would happen next, only Jean.
Jean touched his manhood and start to jack off, "I wonder if this one never gets tired of fucking sluts. Man or woman."
Jean jack his manhood a little bit faster, "Man this thing is big, I never felt it when you fuck me with it. Or maybe because you raped me with it." Jean tightens the hold harder and jacks him faster. "Does it make you so horny, you want to fuck me, huh?"
Jordan moaned. He wanted to touch her, make her lie to bed, and then take her, but he cannot move. He was so close right now.
But then, the fun stop and Jordan loudly groaned, "Why did you stop?" He said between the gasp and the inhale exhales.
Jean get her bag from the sofa she sat on and fishes out something metal and goes back to the bed.
"Oh, isn't that a lovely sight. So hard you wanted to come right?"
Jean shows him a knife that makes Jordan's eyes widen. He wanted to ask what she will do with it but he can't, not before.
Jean gets closer to him and brushes the tip of the knife to his face.
"You know what this is?"
Jordan can't answer and tried to move but he can't, no matter he tries to kick her.
"This is a metal piece that I got a while ago from a cooking supplies store. It is a kitchen knife, a chef's knife to be exact. I tried to chop some carrots with it and it's like Fruit Ninja, you can easily cut something with it."
She straightens her back and said, "Although, I would like to use a samurai sword to makes things better but I'm giving you mercy." Jordan was already screaming with his mouth closed.
Jean put her hand to his chest and made Jordan calm, "And you ask why I'm giving you the comfort?"
Jordan cannot answer, sweat falling everything to his body.
"Because I want to make your last days' worth a while."
Jean hold his hard manhood and severed it with the kitchen knife.
And then she stabs his stomach and slides the knife down until it goes to his testes. She threw the knife somewhere and opens the incision and get the intestines out. Jean saw Jordan's eyes rolled to white.
A soft knock was followed after.
"Come in," Jean said.
Nick goes into the room and he saw disaster. He cannot say anything. He can't see Jean's face. He expected this scenario anyways.
"Honey, could you clean the mess up?" Jean looked at her back and saw Nick's eyes that were terrified but he's grinning.
She smiled too, "And then we'll have fun together."
-
"And then we threw his body at the most cliché place to throw bodies, the river."
Everyone in the dining room cannot believe what they heard. They heard cannibalism and murder.
"What? Looks like you've seen a ghost." Jean was on her second cigarette.
Aria said, "You pulled an intestine to person," in a horrified voice.
"Correction, an animal. He deserves it anyway."
"And you think that that pulling some intestine from an animal doesn't work in this world? I mean, come on the honey boo boo, that is not the worst thing anyone has done. That animal," Jean shrugged, "or whoever he is, raped numerous men and women. I've done God's will." Jean smokes her cigarette and breathes out grey smoke.
"His dick won't stop from twitching." She whispered.
"You're a psychopath witch bitch you know?" Diane addressed to Jean.
"And you're a naïve virgin faker who's been raped by his dad."
"You can't say that to me. You don't know what's been like"
"Oh yes, I knew how it's been like. It was hurtful, aggressive, fast, and blood pumping." Jean recited. "And that's how I became so aggressive when I fuck with men."
"So that's why you seduced the Supreme? Because you wanted the position by yourself."
"Well let me tell you something," Diane chants, "no one slut witch bitch can get the position who fucks with stinky old men like you."
Jean's eyes narrow and look at Diane's wine glass that has been untouched and throw it against Diane, making Diane's white blouse splashed with purple liquid.
Diane puts the glass that was on her lap dripping back on the table and she felt rage.
Meghan saw that fireplace lights up with big fire, and so are the candles on the table.
"YOU DO NOT MESS WITH MY BLOUSE!" Diane shouted.
Aria stood up to get Diane out of the room before Jean starts to make a fire in the room again.
"Diane, stop this," Aria begged Diane.
The fire that was blasting to the air suddenly toned down.
"Come on, let's take a walk." Aria was pulling the stiff Diane.
Diane looks at Aria, "A walk?" In seconds later, "fine, I've finished anyway."
Diane and Aria strode from the dining room, leaving Meghan's eyes wide open and Jean bored and looking at her nails. Jean sighed and said that she wants to sleep, slipping out from her chair and walk away from the dining room, leaving Meghan with the dinner.
From the outside of nightingale, Meghan saw a car going to the driveway. Must be the boys, she thought, and walk to the front door to open for them.
When she opened the door, she saw a man getting out of a Ferrari car, and going to the other side of the car. She saw the man open the door and she saw the man look at her.
The man shouted, "Hey, you're the newcomer right? Can you help me with this one?"
Meghan strode fast to the man and does not hesitate to help him. When she saw what the situation was, the man was pulling another man from the passenger seat. The man was obviously drunk and she can tell because she smells him, and was shirtless too.
Although his perfect chiseled body has a lot of bruises and was drenched in sweat.
"Come on, let's get this over with." The man was trying to lift the other man out from his car and Meghan helped him. She put his arms on her shoulder and lift him also and walk to the veranda.
When they got in the house, the man whose lifting speaks, "Sorry to interrupt your night helping me with this man." He apologized, "God he's such a drunk hard person. Makes me take care of him every time he gets drunk."
While walking, he said, "Percy Reid," he regards, "Pleased to meet your acquaintance. Do not want to seek help from Christine and the other girls. Do not want to hear something from the boys, so thanks for the help."
They started going upstairs, the man they're lifting is still unconscious. "Meghan Atwood and nice to meet you two. And who is this guy anyway?"
"Glad you asked. He's my boyfriend."
Meghan was shocked. She thought that Percy is hot, with blond hair and a masculine figure that dresses manly and moves manly. She cannot believe that the beautiful man that she was talking right now is gay, and he admitted it openly.
"Shocked, aren't ya? I knew that when you saw my face, your face blushed a little bit." They got on the second floor and walk to the hallway to go to his room.
"But don't break a sweat seducing me, because I love this man and you can't seduce me with your pillows."
She smiled at his revelation, still shocked at Percy. She wishes that the two other guys are straight. 1 down, two more to go.
When they got in Percy's room, the room was dark, so Meghan didn't have the chance to examine the environment of the room. Percy put the man on the bed, showing the man's chest.
"Thanks, sport. I can do this."
"Okay, just call me when you need help," Meghan said.
"Oh no, no need for your assistance. Christine is downstairs to help. I can deal with it."
Meghan smiled for the last time and pulled the door close.
Percy looked at his boyfriend and sat on the bed. They fought a while ago and his boyfriend got drunk because he thought that Percy would break up to him.
The reason that Percy and his boyfriend fought, is because Percy saw his boyfriend with a blond girl. He loves his boyfriend very dearly, but this has to stop.
This was the reason why he was in this academy because his parents pushed him away because of his sexuality. He can't accept it either but then, he fell for his boyfriend.
"Percy," the man groaned.
"Just sleep. You need to get rest," he started to stand up when the man stopped him by holding his arm.
"Please don't leave, Perce."
Percy sat again and hold his boyfriend's cheek, "I won't leave, don't worry."
The man looked at him like he's scared of losing him. Either way, he cannot fight the feeling anymore, so Percy kissed the man. And the man desperately kissed him.
And everything was all fireworks.