Didn't See That Coming

Valentina's POV

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Witches and bottles.

So infuriating!

She had swiped out a tiny bottle of smoky green liquid from the many layers of her black dressing or maybe even out of thin air, that wasn't any of my damn business!

All I knew was that she shouldn't bring it anywhere near me.

I was about to wreak havoc if she did, I still didn't know how I would do that, considering that my body ached terribly and every single movement I make, would feel like death.

Okay, she was coming closer. I had better move if I want to save the precious s3x memory in my head.

I'd rather lose my life than lose that memory.

Just kidding.

But seriously, I would rather sacrifice Ru than lose the memory, and Ru is a pretty big deal in my life.

I planted my feet against the ground, ignoring how the coldness stung my skin at contact, or how the earth seemed to have swayed underneath me.

The ground could dance as much as it wanted beneath me, but that wouldn't still deter me from running away from this shítty brainwashing place.

To where?

I would figure that out on my way out of this hellhole, right after I grab my gun and blast this woman's head, so she wouldn't be able to do anything to me with her witchy powers.

Dead witches don't perform magic, or do they?

I hoped not.

I barely made it to my feet before I felt a force pull me right back down, making me sit down with a thud.

The witch mumbled something underneath her breath in what I presumed was her language, as she moved closer to me-- or wait, it was a spell!

Fuvk!

Suddenly, I couldn't move every peat of me.

It was like I had been bounded by chains to stay put.

"Rowan, stop this madness!"

Now, wasn't that just a miracle?

Ah, for once, one of the body parts with lips hadn't let me down.

"Can't you shut human up?" From the corner of my eyes, I could see Rowan folding his arms across his chest, and despite my hostage situation, I felt heat dance at my core with how his muscles flexed under the dim light in the room.

Now, now, don't do that Part with Lips.

I have been praising you. Just be a fvcking good girl.

Don't get horny for this unnatural creature that is just about to make someone wipe your MEMORIES!

That hadn't worked.

At all.

"I could but I value freedom of speech during the process."

Awwn.

She was such a sweetheart.

Maybe, she wasn't that bad after all.

Maybe I was just been too judgementa-

"It is always rather exciting to see the full effect of their fading memory, especially when they are talking."

Bad Witch!

I took back all the good words I had ever thought about her at that moment, even if they were only just nineteen and a half.

Yes, I counted it.

She moved closer to me and I saw my misery unfold in slow motion.

Was this really it?

I would go back to the Unit without remembering anything? Without remembering my dream with Rowan too? And with no additional sexual experience?!

"Please, don't do this. I will do anything, I will even---" I looked around trying to figure out what she might need. "I will be your cleaning Lady-"

"Shut the human up!"

What was wrong with him? Maybe it was because I was on the right track. Let me try and convince her more.

I opened my mouth to speak, the thoughts forming in my head, when the witch pressed her palm to my forehead, and my thoughts started becoming a distant memory.

What happened next was certainly a blur.

White smoke took over the room, creating a fog. I felt something hit my head and the hold on me vanished into thin air. But my freedom had not come without cost.

There was a splatter of blood all over me and there was-- wait--

What was this?

The fog was thick, and I couldn't see what was laying on my thigh, so I brought it closer to my face, and oh boy, did I regret it.

Soulless eyes stared into mine and realization hit me like a trainwreck.

FVCK!

It was the witch's head. I dropped it immediately and it landed softly on something below me.

Maybe her body?

Oh goodness.

Fear rushed through my lungs and I looked around for something to seek protection from.

Where was Rowan?

What was this?

Were we under attack?

Yes, we.

As much as I was angry that he had brought me here to wipe my memory, I knew that he would keep me safe because he considered me his responsibility.

If I were to lose my life because of the rest of his monster kind that was after him, if given a chance at reincarnation, I would personally ask to return as whatever his nemesis was, just to have my revenge, and loads of s3x while I accomplished my mission.

Where was he?!

I continued my quick and calculated search and found something.

I found my gun laying next to me, realizing it was the one that had hit my head a while ago.

How that had happened was none of my business for now.

I would figure it out later.

I grabbed it and since my sight was doing a shitty job right now, which I just couldn't blame it for, I made use of my other senses and pointed the gun straight toward me, where I could feel a presence.

I wasn't sure enough though and I didn't want to risk the sound alerting them while I wasted a precious bullet.

I wasn't stupid.

I tried to suppress the thought that the ones ambushing us might be like Rowan, and holed for otherwise, while I waited for the fog to clear out a little and---

"A human--"

Bang!

Without looking, I fired in the direction that I heard the voice, satisfied with the fading groan I heard.

They were not like Rowan then.

Good.

But a large calloused palm had grabbed the back of my head and neck, making my thought screech to a halt, at the angry face that stared down at me.

He pulled out the bullet that was stuck in between his eyebrows and I watched his wound seal up, with a gulp.

"Interrupt while speaking?" His grip on the back of my neck tightened and I gasped from the need to breathe. "No." He ended with a gruff.

Who the fvck was this?!

I cocked my gun again, living in denial but he was not having it.

He was quick to crush it into a ball and send it to the ground.

It had melted and reformed in his hands.

Okay now, I was terrified!

Who was this?!

Someone had better save me before I would melt beneath his grip.

Literally, melt!

His next words sent me into fury and more fear.

"Where is the Incubus?"