"That is why one needs to marry when they find a good one," Bathsheba responded back.

"By the words, I would say you are in love." 

"It might be so," the woman turned to him, a small blush on her visible cheek and her eyes cast down before they looked up at him. With her agreeing to almost everything he said while trying to stay neutral, it was another thing which he caught on. His eyes slightly narrowed at her, a woman who was playing safe. 

Eugene was ready to catch hold of the gla.s.s of water which Bathsheba shared but the gla.s.s never reached his fingers. Before he could even touch it, the gla.s.s was dropped from the witch's hand which fell in slow motion. And even though the gla.s.s fell down before cracking into many pieces as it touched the ground, both the witch and the hunter had their eyes on each other. It was plausible to think whether the man would drink the water if the gla.s.s reached him. With his suspicion, the easiest kill was to serve the person something in their drink or food. 

Suddenly a clank of sound could be heard in the house and if someone was outside the door they could have heard it too. The witch hunter had his gun against the witch's knife,

"Aren't you a little too hasty? Pulling out the gun so quickly," Bathsheba smiled as they pushed each other with their weapons in hand, not giving each other an opportunity to move and give an open kill. With the sudden movements, Bathsheba's cover had been blown out with her veil coming off her face to show her true nature. 

"Says the one who pulled the knife. You little b.i.t.c.h, I knew something was off about you and this place," said Eugene looking at the scarred face of her. But it wasn't just scared. Her face showed the scaly features which were dark in color that resembled a reptile. 

"Aren't you a little slow for a hunter?" the black witch smiled, the craziness showing up in her eyes. Like a bloodthirsty animal that was going to enjoy ripping this man out. She pushed the man with enough force while using her leg to kick him right across his chest which made his back hit the wall and fall down on the ground before he stood up. Aiming his gun he took a shot at her where the witch dodged before opening the door from behind which has been concealed from outside. Slipping away and escaping him. 

Eugene was hot on her tail, running to follow her. 

The man didn't care if the others were alerted after all a human was never shunned. Especially a hunter who was hunting the very same creatures who the humans were afraid and disliked the most. If people found out it would only lead as a trap to the black witch which would be that much easier to catch and kill her in a group. A witch never stood a chance after her ident.i.ty was exposed to many people who would hunt her. Be it a white witch or a black witch. 

But this black witch had some brains to take the fight somewhere else while she tried to escape. Who knew that there was another escape route in the house apart from the main door! 

Bathsheba was at a disadvantage as she had nothing but a knife on her with a potion of bottle she often carried with herself. For someone like her who was trying to blend in with the humans and to fade away without anyone's notice, she had a lot of human things adorning her house than the items a black witch would possess. With the limited things, she made use of whatever she got but her feet weren't too helpful. She had no broomstick to fly and escape and the only thing she could do is to-a gunshot came right towards her which she had to dodge. 

With the agitation of fight or flight in her body, Bathsheba's entire body had turned to one to be a complete black witch which no more adorned the beautiful face she had a few moments ago. Her entire body had changed to look cracked yet scaly, her eyes which were of human color had turned to one of green that was pale in color. 

The forest had a lot of trees but with the winter heading close and the change in climate from the rain, the leaves that belonged to the trees in the forest had withered away. Leafless looking trees that were bald and bare looking. 

The man continued to shoot her where the black witch dodged over and over again until it finally stopped. Hearing no footsteps following her with her hand clutched tightly at the front of her dress, she turned around to see him not there. Had she lost him? 

That couldn't be true though, she had heard and met many witch hunters before and if there was one thing true about the witch hunters, it was that they never gave up. Suddenly the sound of arrow swis.h.i.+ng and cutting through the air from above-made way towards her at full speed. Before it could hit her chest, Bathsheba held it in her hand, a smile appearing on her lips. 

The smile didn't stay long as a bullet quickly made it's way from the other side like a whisper in the air and hit her in her chest making her stumble. Her feet going unsteady with the sudden impact, she staggered. 

"You witches are so easy to catch. Is stupidity something that flows in your blood?" came the voice of the hunter from where the bullet was fired from the gun, "Did you think I wouldn't have thought about you escaping and coming here?" scoffed the hunter, walking towards her from a good distance while Bathsheba tried to touch her hand to her chest. The black blood started to pour gently out of her chest. Warmblood started to stick to her hand.