PATH TO HELL

Witch

Eva POV

I spat the blood out. It was horrible. I can't believe that I just drank blood. My lips were all covered in blood now and I used my jacket to wipe the blood off from my lips but the taste was still terrible. I now seriously need water to drink or beer to retain the taste of my mouth. I checked the shelf again as there were a lot of bottles in there but it is very difficult to identify the correct bottle. I hope that there must be atleast one bottle containing drinking water in it. I started checking each and every bottle from the shelf. I used to smell the bottles after opening the cap but all I could smell was rotten blood. This is really tiring and toxicated for me. I can't smell anymore or I would surely die of the horrible smell. I gave up my idea of searching the bottles and went around to check the exit of this wierd place. The place was perfectly carved and made of stones. This place felt good but there was no source of enough light. a huge room followed by another room in which a huge coffin was kept. The coffin was actually made of gold and the area was fenced. I danced my fingers on the stone walls walking slowly towards the coffin and looked above in the sky from where I have actually landed in here but now I could trace no hole. This was a complete closed area with no exit. I can't understand that from where did I enter in here. My mind was all messed up now and I was extremely thirsty. As the time passed, I started running to and fro throughout the house and started beating the walls to find the exit.

I picked a stone kept nearby to bounce it on the wall so as to find the exit. I was going mad and was acting crazy. Now the only answer left to me is to check the coffin once. I jumped on the grave so I landed here, I thought that I should dig this coffin so I can move back. I really regret not listening to the villagers but if I would have listened to them and agreed on what they said then they themselves would have probably killed me. It is better that I die hear in peace but not so soon...

I climbed the coffin and saw that there was a small opening near it. This coffin was actually wierd, beautiful but weird. The opening of the coffin looked like a sliding door but it seems that the opening is jammed. I used my extreme strength to push the coffin doors away but I didn't succeed. The coffin remained closed. I tried to pull the ends apart but I didn't succeed in that too. I was sweating again and I was damn thirsty. I had lost all my strength while my hairs must have become bushy by now. I never thought that I would touch the final abode of my life so soon. I regret being a virgin now and I laid on the huge antique bed getting tired. There was no way out of this place and if I have to live a bit longer then I should probably rest and die in peace while sleeping. I hope that it would indeed count for a painless death. I closed my eyes and relaxed my body. It seems so peaceful on this comfortable bed. My mind felt relaxed and my body oozed its heat out after doing so much work. I felt calm, the place was a damn lot silent and I was loving it here. I wish I could hear some chirping birds and a waterfall here but I could here it all in my dreams only. My mind crawled through all the recent series of incidences I have been through, people called my mother a witch... I jumped on her grave and entered a magical land and... and... oooh yes. I jumped on the grave because the coffin refused to open! I have to jump on the coffin here to explore it. Maybe it will take me back to my original life. I opened my eyes and got up from my position and ran to the coffin. I climbed the gold stone and counted three. I hope everything goes well.

" one two three!!", I shouted and jumped on the coffin and the door opened and I felt a muscular body beneath me.

" aaaaaahhhhh", I shouted and got up and ran back. I.don't know exactly what had happened but all that I could see were black eyes staring me hard. I checked around and I am in the same place where I was earlier. This means, my jump .resulted in the opening of the coffin and ther person inside it was alive!!

Now I can hear my own heartbeat. It was pounding like drums being bagged in my chest. I was panting hard and it had become a lot more difficult for me to grasp breath. I was sweating and I kept my hand on my forehead in order to check my temperature. I was normal though and finally taking huge breaths and releasing them nicely, I felt better. I took some courage to now look at the coffin. I hope that no one comes out of it. I hid behind the wall and tried to keep a vigil on the coffin by hiding behind the wall.

The coffin's opening was slid aside like door and there was no movement that I could observe in the coffin. I tried to shift a bit more still hanging my half of the body on the wall to see if there is someone near the coffin in the other room or not but yes, the path was entirely clear. Maybe the person in the coffin would have died with his eye open and hence I got scared. I confidently came out of my hiding area and moved to the coffin but I didn't climb it this time. I am not interested in watching a dead body again and again and since the coffin didn't help me return back up to my real world I have given up the idea of jumping on the coffin again. I turned back to lay my tired body on the bed again but when I turned, I went numb. My legs felt heavy and refused to move.i could feel my legs shivering and my blood pressure increasing. My heart felt numb too, I hope that I am not dead.

A handsome muscular man with broad shoulders and extremely hard muscles was standing right in front of me. He was drinking the blood from the blood bottle and the way he was gulping it was amazing. His Adam's apple was dancing up and down and that was driving me crazy. He was wearing a black shirt and the buttons were open showcasing his sexy abs and his white features. He had a fair complexion with black hairs and when I explored him more, I saw those red eyes I saw earlier in the coffin. Wait, he is the man from the coffin. I can't believe what I was watching and the worst part was he was watching me back.

He closed the bottle cap and kept it back on the shelf and turned to look at me when I noticed that the area beneath his eyes had turned dry depicting a dead corpse and his eyes were red.i could see his veins beneath his eyes and his canines became long. He looked scary like an animal and then he moved in an infinite speed towards me trying to bite me.

" no..", I shouted and held my palm in front of me to stop him in order to save myself and he jumped with a great invisible force backwards and collided with the stone wall. It must be hurting him but I felt good that atleast he couldn't reach me.

" you... I will kill you..", he shouted again and ran with the same speed comparable to the speed of sound to me and I did the same thing that I did before. Oh yes, he was pushed back colliding the wall. He was in extreme pain as he shouted hard in pain. Finally he slid down due to the force of gravity and sat on the ground.

" this is my house woman, who the hell are you?", he asked wiping his clothes and trying to get up.

" I... I had actually jumped on my mother's grave to see her but I don't know how I landed in here..", I said stammering. It was hard to reply him but slowly his deadly features vanished. The dead corpse like face turned smooth and sexy and those red eyes turned blue and beautiful while his canines lowered making them normal human like teeth.

" who is your mother?", He said looking at me and walking towards me. I stepped myself back and looked at him and answered,

" Rose... Rose Gilbert ", I said.

" you are Rose's daughter ", he said in a confused tone and stopped in his place. His one eyebrow was raised giving a wierd confused look. I nodded yes and asked,

" do you know her?",

" ofcourse she is a witch and you landed here because she is not in her coffin anymore but in this world of the dead.", He said and I turned furious,

" my mother is not a witch", I said putting my one foot forward to clear my point.

" ofcourse she is...ok she is a wizard or a magician... if you want to hear something good about her but all over she is a witch and you are a witch too.", he said in a casual tone and turned back to drink the blood again.

He is a wierd confusing man. I am used to these witch things before so I decided to ignore his words but right now the main things was that I am thirsty so since it is his house, I asked him,

" do you keep water?",

He turned at me and laughed.

" you are a witch man. You imagine it and you will get it." saying this he came with an empty bottle towards me and handed me the water and then raised his eyebrows ordering me to think about water.

I closed my eye and thought about my school water bottle with natural sweet drinking water in it and when I opened my eyes,

" water ", I shouted smiling hard...