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“I have always been dangerous. I have always only carried for my needs, my wants, my desires, and most of all I did what I wanted when I wanted, even who I wanted. This curse annoys me to no end. I can’t believe it has been twenty years since I last killed my shot at redemption. This twenty year cycles continue to haunt me. I find her. And instead of trying to gain forgiveness I took her by force. Then she refused to forgive me the bloody witch. So I killed her. Then for five years I spent my life as a bloody Mugwump! I was such an ugly bird and I am forced to sit a fence with my head leaning over one edge and my ass over the other. Only children can see me and they laugh at me. After that five years, I am once again man. Then I have fifteen years to find her and seek forgiveness. But I never look until she is eighteen; then I hire Bo and his privateinvestigator to find her. If at the end of the twenty years, if I haven’t found her, I turn to a Mugwump and she mysteriously dies and it starts all over again. Well,she is twenty now and maybe I will finally learn my lesson.”
Draco threw his journal into his drawer. He looked at the little dorm room that he was in. Why they choose this little bitty town of Prairie Rapids Crossing and the college here he would never know. But Bo suggested it and nobody bet against Bo. He has been their lawyer for centuries. The only other one that they depended on as much as Bo and each other was Tony and his son… or was it his nephew? Who cared? Draco thought. He looked at his set of journals going back from when he was named Griffin to now where he was Draco. New names, new pasts, he needed them more than the others. He never learned to control the anger and monster inside of him. He might never learn to control it. Mostly because he was trying to gain forgiveness from the blasted witch that cursed him. She was reincarnated each time and wouldn’t gain her memories until he asked for her forgiveness. He looked down at his schedule. Since he generally only lived as a human for fifteen years out of every twenty he was a transfer senior. He would be graduating this year. He would also more than likely be dying within the next few months as well. Well dying was such a harsh term. Turned into a blasted ugly monster of a bird and forced to sit on a damn fence was what really happened. He sighed as he stood and went to his air brushing machine with inks and dyes. He put on the fake skin over his real skin and air brushed life into his fake exterior. He hated being invisible. He barely remembered what he looked like anymore. He had long ago figured out how to move in society thanks to the underground group of ‘monsters.’ They were soulless beings and monsters but some liked to think they were misunderstood. Frank was one of them. Though he just rips the throats out of the people who annoy him. Though he did hear Frank was trying something new. He should go visit the man and the annoying screaming machine he seems to have adopted. He finished his application and put on a pair pants and a white button-down. He smirked as he messed with his wig. It was almost the same color as the hair he was born with. He created a very hot man. Now to go and woo that damn reincarnated witch.
Draco watched her. He bar-tended on campus. It allowed him to see all the students and compare them to the witch. She always looked the same. Short. Black hair. And these honey burgundy eyes that cost a man his soul. Everybody wants blonde blue eyed leggy models, but a short brown-eyed girl will give their hearts and souls to the people who own her heart. I learned that well. So well in fact that to cross one of these witches it would cost you any semblance of a normal life. He was brought out of his thoughts by the phone ringing. “Jo’s Pool Hall.” He answered.
“Dragon! Is Jo there?” Draco winced hearing Kat’s voice. She was more of a seductress than Jo and Jo was a Succubus. The fact Kat was also the famous Voodoo Queen Marie LaVeau also made Draco want to run far, far away. Kat owned the local bookstore and was best buddies with Jo.
“Jo is busy now Catherine.” He stated.
“Ahh, did she find a source for tonight? Pity, I was hoping to double date. I met some fresh meat.” She gave a chilling laugh.
Draco shivered. “She is busy tonight. Try tomorrow.”
“Good bye my darling Draco. Pity, I can’t reverse your curse just to have a chance at you.”
Draco never was so thankful for his curse. “I have to go Catherine!” He yelled and slammed down the phone. Draco shivered again and turned at a yell of ‘Hey!’ He turned and blinked. There she was. That blasted reincarnation of the witch that destroyed his life. She was quite ‘painted’ tonight. Of course being as old as I am I call all make-up painted. Today’s society would call it barely there. He moved down. “How can I help a darling out?” He drawled.
“Three tequila shots and three Long Islands.” She stated.
“I am Draco darling and your name so I can know who to run the tab under?”
“Flo. Now hurry up Draco, I haven’t all night.”
Yep, still a bitch. “Coming right up Flo.” He makes the drinks and sends them on their way. He spends the rest of the night making a pro and con list of being stuck as a Mugwump for five years again.
For the next three weekends, Draco tried to get somewhere with the witch. He was nice, bought her drinks, helped her with her damn chemistry homework! “Want to go to dinner, Flo?”
Flo laughed. “Oh honey, you are not getting anywhere with me. You know your chemistry and seem to be loaded. I am just using you.”
Of course, Draco saw red and left. He went home and removed all his coverings. He was going to make her pay. Only she could see him. He waited outside her door as she entered he pushed her in. “Use me you blasted witch! I ask your forgiveness!” He said the magic words.
“Griffin?” Flo asked her eyes wide with fright.
“In the not so flesh!” Draco laughed.
“Griffin, don’t. Not again!”
“Do I have your forgiveness Witch?”
“No, you still don’t love me!”
“You use me in over half your lives! How can I love you?”
“And you didn’t use me?”
“I cheated on you once! I was drunk and I thought she was you! I asked forgiveness! I begged and you cursed me!”
“You cheated! And you still don’t love… I deny you your forgiveness.”
“And I am sorry you just signed your death again!” He took the knives in his hands and drove them into her hands and feet. “But a bit of fun first?” Draco smirked, as he ran the knife down her sternum and stomach slicing her open.
An hour later Flo lay passed out from pain, bloody and torn apart. Her heart beating its last beats. Draco bent down to her ear. “I don’t know if you can hear me Flora, but I did love you. I loved you enough I was being disowned to marry you. You killed that love, and now we are stuck in this endless cycle. I hope we can find it again. But with my anger and your grudge, I feel the world will end and we will be judged to continue this cycle in hell.” He kissed her cheek as she took her last breath and her heart beat one last time.
Draco fell down to the ground in pain. He had killed her again. The transformation into the Mugwump wasn’t what was painful. It was that he let that dark side out and killed her again. After the transformation was complete, Flora’s body was left to be discovered and Draco found himself thinking of a new name as he sat on the fence facing a highway punished to never move, and never to be seen but by children playing car games.