owleyedolivia:
Just as she was about to grab the present, something - or rather, someone - grabbed her hair. “H-” Whatever sound was going to leave her mouth stopped as soon as she felt something cold and sharp touch her skin. She froze, eyes wide. Why was someone holding a knife to her? Then, the voice. Salem. The witch pressed her lips together in a thin line. “…. N-no,” Olivia finally managed to breathe out, her gaze shooting over to her nightstand. Her boline knife was in there, to protect herself, but she wasn’t entirely sure how she could grab it from the position she was in. “W-what… why are you here?” Her voice came out in a small whisper, unable make it louder.
Salem, although dark in her nature, was a very playful spirit. Her energy had a way of confusing people, and if Olivia didn’t already know her so well she might have used that against her. Instead it was a game of cat and mouse, Olivia being the mouse in this instant. She was sure Blair had told her all about the horrible things she’d done growing up, from haunting to harming the living and dead alike to her ongoing need to spill blood. Didn’t help that she grew up with role models such as a poltergeist and a serial killer. You almost couldn’t blame her for the way she turned out.
Releasing her grip and sliding the knife away from Liv’s neck with just enough pressure to signal that the little ghost wasn’t joking around, Salem offered her a smile that suggested the girl before her stood no chance. “I was thinking about Blair,” she lifted her shoulders into a quick shrug. “He really likes you, y’know. I think it’s the twin thing, ‘cause he’s never really told me. But I can just tell. You like him too, right?”
Olivia shut her eyes for a moment as Salem released her grip, trying to gather her thoughts despite pressure of the knife tip against her neck. This was bad, really bad. Was there a way she could call for Blair? Ria? Anyone without putting too much attention on the situation? Her eyes opened, slowly, looking over to the nightstand again.
Hearing Salem speak again, the witch stopped breathing for a moment. "... I-I.." she trailed off, feeling a tear threaten to fall. Not yet. She blinked it away, pressing her hand onto her stomach. "Yes... I do. I was... actually going to go find him in a minute. D-do you wanna help me look for him?"
