Sensitive

Bahm, The Almighty Demon King of Ghabaàr

Unfortunately, without Kris’ knowledge my thoughts were filed a bit too much on that miserable Witch, even days after!

I couldn't focus on Lydia,

our friends,

nor the daily bachelor routine we'd been having here in the city.

Is it because of her golden, curvy, olive looks?

What about those wide hazel eyes...

Her personality?

No it can't be!

She cries too much and I don’t trust her.

Maybe it's her mysterious, regretful, and pitied aura?

But she's just a regular Witch...nothing special about her.

There's something that made me feel acquainted of her deep in my soul, and I desperately wanted to know why. I was drawn to her all of a sudden, and I just couldn’t rest.

One day I stumbled into her view, blocking her way outside purposefully, waiting to see what kind of reaction she would give me.

"Excuse me,” I announced, making myself known because she walked with her head down all the time.

If she knows Kris, and is used to seeing a bad side from him, then she must know me too, right?

She didn't say a thing that day.

I continued moving my body left and right under the doorway until she finally looks up at me. She clutched her books to her chest wearing an expression of shock before walking around me swiftly.

Not even sparing a glance after, nor making a sound when I tried blocking her way, my ears did pick up on soft weeping. This was all I ever heard around the Academy, and my body always reacted with an unexpected shiver.

I continued to run into her in the halls of the academy when Kris would sleep in. Lydia was always with me, and the nameless Witch would always lower her head, only to begin crying softly as she walked passed us every time.

Thats all she does.

Cry and run.

She provokes me, I was beginning to despise her noises now!

Lydia noticed every time my eyes seemed to linger on this witch a bit too long, and how the woman always avoided me in a hurry. She must be very afraid of Kris that she avoids me too. Most of the time, I never realized I was intrigued by this woman until Lydia would tug on my sleeves.

“What!

Why are you touching me like that?" I'd reply agitatedly after being tugged on.

"Oh...N-Nothing.

We're going to be late, come on." Lydia knew better than to question her new King of a boyfriend. As if I couldn’t sense jealousy from her too.

One day I came across a new scent, and that's when this woman was beginning to become a nuisance to me!

"What's that smell?"

"What smell?

What does it smell like?" Kris answered me one morning.

My body shivered even more when I associated it to that Witch's aura. I brushed off my question, not wanting to upset Kris nor Lydia about my new infatuation lately.

"Nevermind.

It went away." I lied.

Now when I arrive to The Academy, I can find her throughout The Witchy World Realm. Her aura smelled like sorrow followed by misery and something else I couldn't explain. Regret?

My hearing was filled with her sobs, croaks, giggles and constant whimpering every time I stepped foot at the academy. Let's not talk about her heart beat that beats faster than a drum when I came close to her. She stinks of jealousy, and is that...yearning?

Yearning, for me?

"Heavens why does my senses pin point this woman...

Make it stop!"

Screaming in my head, I couldn't fight this fascination about her.

What is it about this young witch that makes me feel uncomfortable, yet peaked my interest?

Why is all my attention being taken away from me and solely focused on her?

Maybe, I could speak to the mysterious Witch whom took the council down all by herself, approach her on my own. Curious to say the least.

Is she in Kris' head like this too?

Is that why he's been so tense since arriving to the city?

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By the end of the 2nd week of attending The Academy, Kris began arriving later than Lydia and I, fully trusting me alone for a few hours so he could sleep in.

Not that he couldn't trust me alone anyways.

I don't have any vendettas out towards anyone I know.

Today I decided to confront the annoying miserable which as soon as Lydia began her first class. I began by excusing myself to the restroom before taking a step inside the dark magical classroom.

"I'll be right back!"

Kissing Lydia's cheeks, I jogged down the hall quickly.

When I felt I was out of her sight, I jumped into one of the portals the school had in the corners, arriving just on the 5th floor.

My nose and hearing led me to a class that was beginning to open it's doors down the hall.

“I’m so tired already.”

“Ugh, me too. This is going to be a long day!”

Peeking around the corner of the hall and through the chatter, I spot her right away, moping behind her friends. I waited for her usual excuse to use the restroom before entering her first classroom. She always did this.

"I'll meet you guys in.

I want to splash water on my face." Her voice comes out hoarsely as her friends turn around to face her.

"No sleep again?”

My eyes advert to a darker skinned witch, who's magic smelled like that of a Seer's.

"Yeah, it's been hard to sleep lately, but I'll catch up with you guys in a few, I’m alright!"

“Okay!

See you soon.

We will try to save you a spot!" Yelled her other vampire friend.

It seemed as though they were used to seeing this mysterious Witch depressed as such.

My eyes follow her as she squeezes through the crowd gathered by the classroom door and makes her way down the hall.

I casually follow a few feet behind her, squeezing through the beings as well.

She enters the restroom, closing the door behind her and I start to take shorter strides her way. Suddenly, wailing comes from inside the bathroom. It frightened me!

My heart aches when I hear her cover her mouth with only muffles escaping.

Just what is her problem!

She's so miserable, it frustrates me!

How can I feel sorry for her, she's annoying!

How can anyone even be her friend when this is all she does!

There's no way she single-handedly took down The Council, when I was the one that's been dying to do that for centuries! There's no way! Just who, and what is she!

"I...

Miss...you,

Soo...much."

She whimpers quietly. My eyebrows raises and goosebumps coated over my flesh.

I don't sense anyone else's in there with her, who is she speaking to?

Looking at both ends of the hall, with everyone minding their own business, I quickly turn the knob of the bathroom.

There, I see her crying body, huddled on the ground and hugging her knees against the wall. I stare at her, suddenly lost in thought, or a trance of some sort, but quickly pulled myself out of it.

Slowly her head pops up, and she flinches horribly before her eyes trail up my legs, landing on my face. Her eyes widen in terror and shock

“What’s... wrong... with you?"

I began calmly, taking involuntary steps towards her.

She doesn't answer, but her quivering lips hung agape open before she tries hiding behind the curly locks cascading her round moon face.

I wasn't exactly sure how to approach her.

Irritated?

Angry?

Fearful?

"What are you crying for?"

Her colossal, round, hazel eyes begin to water as she looks back at me and her lips trembled. It seemed as though she had something to say. I could sense it!

Unknowingly taking more steps, she shouts, alarming my demons for some strange reason.

"STOP!

YOU SHOULDN'T!"

Her shaky tone frightens me and I tense in my tracks.

I hadn't realize the trance of just looking at this woman was making me want to do things involuntarily, but how dare she yells at me! What is this sensation that draws me in!

"Go away!" She cries and points to the door.

This really infuriated me!

I was here on nice terms, but she is going to act rude?

“You’re aggravating me!

WHO ARE YOU!”

Raising my tone back, she also flinches.

"I don't need to go anywhere!

It's you, who needs to stay away from Kris!

What did you do to him!" The words poured out of my mouth.

She stands there quietly, biting her bottom lip in fear.

"You shouldn't be here," She sobs again, holding her face.

Her body sinks back to the ground and she begins weeping.

It triggered me strangely.

What is wrong with this woman!

I am a King!!

I will not accept these submissive like feelings!

I was strangely beginning to lose patience with her.

"CAN

YOU

PLEASE

STOP

FUCKING

CRYING!!!!"

Her body flinches again and her weeping, watery eyes, looks up at me quickly with so much going through them. She seemed stunned, but her pathetic look wouldn't get passed me! I’m done here.

“WHY IS IT, THAT ALL I CAN FUCKING HEAR ,IS YOU!

ALL...

THE

TIME!

I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE,

OR WHAT YOU DID TO KRIS, BUT YOU'RE STARTING TO PISS ME OFF!"

“WOAH WOAH WOAH!

what are you doing here!"

A voice pulls me out of the confusing emotions flooding my aura.

Why am I so worked up!