Chapter 1 - Death of a Witch

"Warm up your coffee?"

The man pushed his cup towards the young waitress without looking away from the window, his gaze fixed on the red and blue flicker of police lights just down the street. He said nothing as the waitress topped up his coffee mug. The girl paused and followed the man's gaze out the window.

"Quite a show tonight, huh?" She offered lightly.

"Mm." The man responded without looking away from the window, blindly reaching and grabbing his mug to take a sip of the dark steaming liquid.

"It's crazy," the waitress pressed on with her attempts at making conversation, "I feel like I'm on that show CSI or something."

Finally the man turned away from the window and for a moment just fixed his dark gaze on the girl. He held her gaze for half a moment before turning back to the window and taking another sip of his coffee. The waitress rocked back on her heels awkwardly and finally stammered. "Well, uh, just holler iffen you need anything." Before spinning on her heel and retreating behind the counter of the small diner.

The stranger remained in his spot, a booth in the back corner of the diner with a good viewing point of tonight's headline news as it unfolded. He sipped at his coffee idly and would eventually reach into the interior pocket of his black leather jacket to pull out a small delicate silver locket. The locket was round in shape with the etched detailing of a 5 pointed pentacle on the front. It also carried a smear of red across the front. He let the locket sit in the palm of his hand for a moment before closing his hand in a fist around the piece of jewelry.

The ambulances had arrived on scene outside and the body bags had come out by the time a second man would enter the diner, dressed in a light grey expensive suit. Without so much as a second thought he made his way towards the back of the diner and slid into the booth, folding his hands in front of him on the table and leaning forward as he spoke in a hushed voice.

"I thought you said you were going to take this deal out of town, Omaron."

Omaron took his gaze away from the flashing lights and activity outside to look over his companion. He shook his head and would extend his hand across the table, opening it to reveal the tiny locket inside. "There was an unexpected addition to the meeting."

The other man sucked in a breath and wisely held his togue for a moment. "You know what this means."

"Indeed," Omaron murmured softly, closing his hand around the locket again before replacing it in the inside pocket of his jacket. "They're going to know we're coming now." He'd move then, rising from his seet and fishing a few dollars from his pocket to leave on the table as payment for the coffee. "We're going to have to move fast."

"What are you planning?" The other man also rose, smoothing out any wrinkles that may have formed in his suit as he did so.

Omaron would not immediately answer, leaving the small bit diner first and stepping out onto the street, finally turning away from the flurry of activity around the crime scene. "It's time to go straight for the source." He'd respond cooly before his form seemed to melt into the darkness leaving his companion standing in what light was cast from the windows of the diner.

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