give 'em hell.

                 “Alright, I’ll take your word for it. No need to thank me, if my sibling was missing like this, I’d want someone to help me, too.”

                 “Whatever you say,” she said quietly before moving hair our of her face, praying that the dried blood that was almost sucking on her skin so tightly on her left side would still be covered in that moment. Almost regretting the selfless gesture as she was praised for the good behaviour, Abigail slowly nodded her head before turning her back towards the vampire and let her eyes indulge in those still running around in hopes to help their loved ones that were laying on the ground. “I gave you water, didn’t save your life so please, calm down.”

                “Clearly I’m not doing very well at it, you teach classes?” The witch asked as she leaned back slightly on one of her small hands while the other took another long sip of the water, eyes almost admiring the flames that were taking control of the wooden home, something she had done before with nothing but proudness upon on her shoulders, almost praying that the damned witch she came hunting was watching the scene with a devastated look on their face. Snapping out of her thoughts once again, her eyes drafted to the other, letting out a chuckle. “Not sure who tops the cake, that chick who’s almost incapable of being caring towards her friends and family because she has a simple cut or the one screaming because her face is almost burnt off,” she said, a tinge of guilt radiating in her stomach but soon disappearing, pushing down the innocent girl she used to be. “I take pride in not being a bore.”

               “Suppose so,” she said quietly before tilting her head to the side, almost incapable of reading the other across from her and a sense of annoyance close to taking over her features because of it. “Oh I’m aware, I’ve been catching up with the media. Not sure if North West or Dream Kardashian is worse. Me? I’m perfectly fine, better than most.”

                “Bargain?” Holding back a laugh, Abigail nodded her head slowly before crossing her arms over her stomach. The new Abigail she had managed to make over the course of travelling toward Salem’s managed to almost scream at the woman because of her innocence and naive abilities during the ball because of it being her first outing since childhood. “What’s your so-called price to keep this a secret?”

                “It’s always beneficial to have people believe you give a shit, allows you to have them there when you need them and dispose of them when their debts are finished,” she stated before raising her eyebrow towards the other, resting her weight onto one foot. “It was worth a try. Think it’s too soon to just leave and do something more worth my time?”

               The silence was almost sickening to the woman as she was holding out the water bottle, her arm beginning to beg of her to just drop it and move onto someone else that would be actually thankful of her actions rather than stare at the stained dress she was already cursing herself for. “Believe whatever the hell you want to, but it’d be polite for you to stare elsewhere,” she said, trying her best to keep her teeth un-clenched as the words flooded out. “Right, well I’m not interested of going into the burning house to get you a better drink, so water’s what you’re stuck with until bars open up.”

                “Maybe I’m just one of those freaks who live for death and chaos,” she stated with a small smile moving onto her lips, thankful that the male across from her was capable of having a light conversation rather than focus on the death that was surrounding them -- death that didn’t seem to affect the witch as much as she wished it would have. Holding back a laugh, Abi pressed her lips together tightly and raised one hand to let her slim fingers to cover her lips in hopes that her faint giggles would be hidden behind the barrier. “That ---- is brutal, but definitely one to save for later on, when people aren’t so sensitive about the topic,” she said before looking down at her heels. “Is this where I hand you my shoes and you just snap the other heel off and act as though it’s a simple solution?”

                 “No puppy chow, at least not yet.” It was a clear joke, but no chuckle came from the witch, at least not with her body being surrounded with crying people and screams of those finding ones they loved dead or close to their last breath. “I -- no, I don’t know who that is, although I’m hoping it’s the name of a pet because I feel quite bad if that’s a person’s name.”

                “Being best of friends is a little extreme when I’m simply handing out water bottles,” she stated as she crossed her arms over her silk dress that was still hugging her body. “Not like we’re gonna keep tabs on each other tomorrow after it’s all cleared up, simply trying to keep the screaming to a minimum.”

                Thankful when the pair on the ground stated nothing else was needed, Abigail turned on her heel and began to walk the other way with Lola who seemed to have teamed up with her along the way with blankets and other supplies. “Think the ambulances are actually coming?”

                 “I’ve heard of him, I haven’t really gotten the best picture of his face in mind but you’ll be capable of doing that part. I’ll make sure to ask around and if he was by the bar we can ask anyone that was around that area.”

               “Good, because I’m tired of explaining shit or making up lies,” she stated before she managed to fall onto the ground by the male but still leaving enough space that there was a good few meters between their bodies. “Someone who needs it, fair enough. Who knows about the ambulance, though. Just hoping that it’ll come squealing it’s tires soon because I don’t know how much longer I can take the screaming of the burned or the sobs of those who are dealing with loss,” the witch said quietly as she opened the water bottle, taking a large sip herself.

               Nodding towards the vampire, Abi allowed him to take the water bottle as it slipped through her fingers and her hand fell to her side while her eyes moved back to the fire that was engulfing the whole home that looked as though it was soon going to crumble to the ground. This was some regular fire, it was clear to almost any supernatural being at the party that it wasn’t a usual flame that was licking drastically at the wooden home. “Wouldn’t really call me helping, it was my only water bottle and thought you’d want it more than me.”

                “You’re fucking irritating,” the witch hissed as she turned on her heel to finally turn towards the original vampire that was behind the blood that was coating her newly purchased white dress, a dress she had kept so neat during the ball until her encounter with the vampire. “Isn’t this a free-for-all for your kind? Keep your fucking voice down, not interested in everyone knowing about my abilities. Is this the part where I ask what you want to keep this a fucking secret or some shit?”

                “Good question,” she said with a small pause as she let the other take hold of the water bottle, her mind looking at her options quickly before finally putting the words in a sentence. “Been helping so many people, could’ve been anyone that was bleeding back there.” It wasn’t the best lie she came up with over her time being alive, but it was good enough for having to make it up within seconds. Last thing she wanted was for someone to see the dried blood and know it was hers, for them to label her as someone who was weaker than she already was with her magic still struggling to push through it’s barrier. “You need anything else?”

                 “Is there that rare and shocking occurrence where things tend to go right and no one is injured or dead by the end of a town event?” The witch asked with a semi-teasing voice about the matter with a grin forming on her lips but disappearing soon after, not wanting that many people to know that she was capable of not feeling remorse for the death that was surrounding those that were still in the eye of the chaos. “Not sure what the hell hellfire is, but I’m sure it’ll be simple to find with some research. I’m alright, nothing drastic happened to me other than my heel breaking,” she stated, not wanting to acknowledge the injury on her neck.