Flirting With the Devil (Blake)

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The large plantation style home was daunting to anyone who came to the gates that it sat behind. It was almost the stereotypical plantation home one thought they might find in Louisiana. Quote a few of Genevive's friends, if you could call them that, looked at her with questioning glances when she revealed her desire to purchase that style of home. She told them that slavery was a long time removed and she refused to miss such a great opportunity to purchase such a lovely home. She hadn't had many people to visit it as welcomed guest. Many of the people that entered through the large french doors were guest or rather customers.

There was only one person who entered the home who was not a customer thus far...that person was Akhtar Zuelma. Her ONLY competition she saw within New Orlands. He was young but he was VERY powerful. He was indeed a true full blood royal. She was even shocked at his power at such a young age. His moves were like liquid and he used a lot of verbal-less magic. She had to make sure to keep a constant eye on him. She was not going to allow her guards to be lowered around him at any time. He made it known that he was willing to go to battle with her.

Genevive sat in her consultation room. She had mason jars full of things that she wouldn't even name. She was a well respected voodoo priestesses or mambo as many female hougans are known as. She had people come to her for many different things. She had made a name for herself and she refused to live in the shadows of the human world. She lived proud and loud. She refused to let mere mortals dictate her family life. She had been alive longer than many of these people could even trace their family lines back to.

Word had gotten out that she was the REAL deal and her magic was powerful. She often times warned people that she didn't like to meddle in things that could easily be fixed but once they came with the right amount of money she did her work.

On this day she sat listening to a woman cry her eyes out about how she was desperately in love with a man and she couldn't understand why he left her. The woman in her own thoughts said to herself, **Lady you have on been in here for ten minutes and I am ready to leave...I see why he left you.** The lady was in tears sitting at Genevive's feet begging her for a love potion. The witch said to the young woman, "Chere....you are young I am sure there will be another more suited for you male that will come in your future and be the right one for you...Okay?" The young woman was beside herself, she cried out, " No you BITCH didn't you hear anything I SAID?!?!?!!? It is only him I want! What is your price woman? I told you money is no object! Just make him come back to me. I can't imagine life without him."

Genevive had to catch herself because she knew she would lash out and could easily kill the woman and make it as if she never even existed. Genevive sat in her seat a bit straighter and said, "Since you're so sure...I will help you...but do not come to me and said I didn't warn you! You people have a penchant for asking for something and not knowing what you're getting into. Do not come on my doorstep when things don't pan out. You will NOT have my sympathy."

The woman rolled her eyes, "Just shake your f**king bag of chicken bones and make with my potion." She slid Genevive a check for $60,000.00. Genevive raised an eyebrow and looked at the girl. Even in her love stricken grief she nodded her head, "For that amount it better be good. I can't eat or sleep without him." Genevive walked over to the wall that held many mason jars and picked one up. She also grabbed a small bag that looked as if it held incense. She threw the small bag at the woman. "Take that and put it on his front door of his home. Take this pigs heart and bury it on the side of your home. When he comes back to you ONLY after four days will you take this jar and go deep into the woods and burn it. That will take away his love and desire for all other except you. His eyes will never want another woman. Now get out before I kill you...I have someone important coming..."

Genevive felt the young woman's presence approaching the home. Her customer quickly scrambled to her feet and rushed out of the home to perform the ritual as she was instructed. She now cried tears of joy knowing that she finally was going to get her love.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

Why was she here? She second guessed herself several times today before she sucked it up and decided to go through with this... Strange arrangement. Blake was at a store for some materials that delved in materials for people like her. It was there that she met Genevieve. Clearly, this woman looked powerful. So Blake asked if she could be a pupil. The strange radiation that lingered from her shadow demon mate must have been what enticed Genevieve to say yes? Or Blake's request amused her. Blake could never tell. But after getting the directions, Blake decided to try it. But something about her seemed off.

As she approached the plantation home, she watched a woman run outside of the house and down the pathway. The woman blinked a bit as her green eyes followed her. She blinked and stepped onto the porch. She hesitantly eyed the door before she lowered her eyes. The last time she asked for a mentor she had given away her soul, her heart, and the life she had with others. She inhaled sharply before knocking on the door, waiting a couple moments. Then she opened the door and stepped inside, "I'm here.. Hello?!" she called out, hesitantly. The blonde girl sighed for a moment and then turned to leave. Feeling off.

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Genevive sent one of her henchmen to grab Blake before she could leave. He was a talk muscular man. He was very intimidating, perhaps because he never spoke. He never spoke because he didn't have a voice. He was created by Genevive simply to serve her. She knew Blake was easily swayed when she met her in the store earlier that day. For whatever reason she agreed to try and teach the girl a bit of the old ways. It was clear she was a natural witch and not one of those people who called themselves witches or warlocks or wizards...whatever term they wanted to use, they weren't actually what they claimed to be. They simply performed cheap parlor tricks and they didn't impress Genevive. There were a few who actually had any real skill.

The woman sat in her seat and lit a match. She held the match out in front of her and the flame expanded and jumped from the match and bounced around the room and lit the wicks of the candles that sat on the floor. As each one was lit the candle floated into the air. This was Genevive signature move. It was how she gauged the magical being in front of her. If a witch/wizard came in and were impressed by her feat she knew they weren't very advanced in their magical practice. Sometimes people were able to fake and hide their emotions well but their casting would betray them later.

Never leaving her seat Genevive projected her voice so that Blake could hear her in the large foyer. The henchmen would be leading her back towards the consultation room. She spoke in a normal tone but her voice could be heard throughout the entire lower level of the mansion. "Why are you showing up announcing your arrival.I knew you were coming before you even arrived. Your magical print travels with you wherever you are. That is the first thing you must learn about magic...REAL magic." Smirking she said, "No need to let your nerves get the best of you. You think you're the only one who has ever feared me? You have good reason to. I am very powerful and I can make you very powerful so come on in here and let's talk."

It was almost a demand. She said it in a mellow tone but it was as if she dared you to challenge her statement. She was a woman who many feared but she was willing to give any witch a chance. This was a time to see what Blake was really made of and this would be the time where Blake could really find out a lot about herself.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

She blinked some and looked around as she walked in, listening to every word spoken to her. She was impressed by the home. She was impressed mostly by the candles. She generally lit the wick of a candle by blowing on it, softly. She glanced around and sighed softly, "I apologize... It's a habit of mine..." she said softly, feeling a bit embarrassed. Maybe even stupid for what she did. But then she bit her lip as she looked up at the woman, feeling a chill from the servant. She sighed a bit and rubbed her forehead.

How could she do this? It was as if she had lost control of her body. She knew it wasn't Genevieve's doing. But she was drawn here, one way or another. She blinked at the demand of the other woman. It seemed she was more into having a powerful pupil. Or was just power hungry. But she couldn't complain - Genevieve was not a demon. Her last master was not only her mate, but also her teacher. She could still feel the Shadow Demon's power in her. Something she wished didn't linger. In that moment, she felt a strange shiver crawl up her spine and forced her to feel uncomfortable for a moment. It was Khaine's dark powers. The blonde looked back to Genevieve.

"Ok then... Please... Teach me...?" She made the dramatic leap. However, she was willing to take the lessons from her. What more die she have to lose?

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Genevive looked at Blake and didn't even seem moved by her. She motioned her finger in the general fashion of telling someone to come here and the legs of a chair sliding across the floor. The chair lightly tapped the back of Blake's legs as if telling her to sit. Genevive smiled and said, "Sit please...You are far to formal chère. I sense almost as if that you don't want to be here." Genevive although not well like by many was well respected by far more. Her thick French accent was mixed with that of a Caribbean lilt. People told her her voice was soothing.
She looked at Blake and said, "Why are you rushing to get started on this magique? I know nothing about you and you just go around asking people to teach you magique? I can tell you now I will not be your last teacher because of this!"

Settling in her chair she conjured a hot cup of tea and sipped on the warm cup. She looked at Blake and said, "Would you like?" She raised an eyebrow with her question and a tray with a cup and kettle appeared floating next to Blake. "Help yourself child." She gave a sly smile and continued to sip on the tea.

Looking at the young woman before her Genevive was attempting to read her aura. She was having a hard time trying to get an accurate reading. There were so many conflicting things coming through. It was obvious she had gone through recent challenges and her aura was still healing. Genevive simply nodded her head within her mind taking a mental note of this. This could always block her magical potential. This girl needed nurturing and not just simply being taught magic. Although many may question Genevive's allegiance to the light and dark magic she still wanted to make sure all witches and wizards were trained thoroughly and properly.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

Blake blinked and was taken back, feeling how rude she was being. The small female gently gasped and looked up at the other, a small swallow escaping her throat, "I did not mean to be rude...

[/color]" she thought for several moments after sitting down on the chair thT was magically offered to her. Her pale green eyes scanned the chair with amazement. She gently patted the wooden armrest as if to tell the chair 'thank you'.

Her attention was then drawn back to the other woman, "Then... What would you like to know about me...?[/color]"She said boldly. There was, in truth a lot she would not have liked to say. A lot she would rather not think about. For once, thus wasn't just about El. This was about the grand scheme of things. She didn't want to think of when Guillotine tried to kill her - twice. She didn't want to think of Khaine or their baby they shared and lost. One person whom hadn't crossed her mind was her mother. Suddenly Blake felt very guilty, but jumped at the sight of the tea kettle.

"No thank you, I'm fine.[/color]" she said softly and smiled some up at her. Her eyes narrowed again as she waited to be spoken to.[/size][/blockquote]