17 comments/ 35257 views/ 32 favorites Absolute Magic By: SugarKitten180 Raven awoke slowly; stretching her thin body all the way out and then curling back into a ball as she blearily surveyed her surroundings. She was home in her petite, yet very cozy apartment. Her bedroom was separated by a bead curtain from the rest of the apartment, and it gave the room a magical feel. The small area that was her bedroom was quite clean, with her bed against the left wall and a dresser on the other end covered in an array of black makeup. Raven finally pulled the covers off of herself and rolled out of bed, putting on her fuzzy black slippers with bat wings. She hated mornings, she was much more of a night person. She slunk out of her room to face her kitchen, which held a stove, refrigerator, and wooden cupboards, as well as a table to the right that had three different chairs around it. Ah, the wonders of a struggling artist. Well sort of artist. Raven supposed she could consider what she did to be an art. She pulled out a box of cereal as she contemplated that thought. Witch-craft wasn’t a sport, or a hobby, maybe a lifestyle. But calling it an art seemed to make the most sense. It took many years to perfect; starting with little exercises like moving pebbles, and then grew to such things as making potions that could save one from death. However it was hard to get recognition as a good witch or sorcerer. Everyone went to well-reputed and known magic practitioners, but since witches and sorcerers could choose whether they wanted to age, no one really retired, making it almost impossible for someone new to start in on the business. But nevertheless, Raven was determined to try. She sat down at the wobbly table and began to munch on her cereal, before noticing the mail at the front door. She quickly padded over to the dark cherry wood door and bent down to pick up the few pieces before sitting down again. The first two were just bills… but the third one was addressed to her. Raven rarely received mail and so she quickly tore it open and began to read: Ms. Raven Marie Blackmore, Your presence is requested at Vesnic Tanar Castle by Queen Catalina Pavlenco and King Emil Pavlenco of the Vampire. A medical emergency has occurred and your superior skill is needed immediately. A distance key has been provided so that you may travel with utmost urgency. We beseech that you come with speed. Wow. Raven took a moment to reread the message and compose herself, before she stood up and twirled around the kitchen giggling. A freaking job for the vampire royalty! She could not believe her luck! Raven was now used to the petty jobs she had been performing for neighbouring lowlife magic folk, but this was unbelievable. It was incredible. If people heard that she was the first call for vampire royalty then she would soon be booming with business! Luck was finally on her side. Raven skittered into her room and began to pull out clothing, trying to find the best outfit to wear to a castle. She began to pick through her best clothes in her dresser. She finally decided on a dress and quickly used a spell to erase all of the wrinkles before she began to pull it on. Finally she grabbed out a pair of two inch heeled black shoes with a rounded toe that harboured a white lace bow. Sitting at her dresser she pulled a comb through her hair and quickly fixed the dishevelled mess before beginning her makeup. When she was satisfied with her primping she stood and gazed at herself in the full length mirror next to her bed. She looked good, and very professionally witch-like, even with her rather gothic style. The dress she wore was tight across her chest and stomach, with tank top straps, and then crisscrossing spaghetti straps across the front, and a small bow attached on the left side. A layer of lace ran across the top of her chest and her small b-cup breasts swelled sensually beneath it. The skirt came out with a flounce, and three inches before the bottom of it was a strip of lace. Her pale alabaster legs were bare until they reached the small heels. Raven was merely 5’4, though she now reached the grand height of 5’6 with her heels. Her hair was jet black and had multiple layers that framed her pixie-like face in caressing waves, reaching to her shoulder blades. Raven’s face was sweet and feisty at the same time; she had large green eyes that were framed heavily with thick black lashes and eyeliner. Her nose was small and round and beneath it were soft lips, painted a dark plum. Finally happy with her appearance she returned to the kitchen table, her witch bag held proudly. She felt slight butterflies. What if this was a practical joke? Or what if she couldn’t accomplish what they asked… Oh god, how could she ever do this! Quickly she reached into the envelope groping for the distance key the letter had mentioned. It was there and Raven pulled it out, carefully studying it. It didn’t look like a hoax. And these things were expensive, would someone actually pay for one just to commit a prank? The small key was silver and had three prongs that attached to a magnificent handle decorated with swirls. Raven took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do. She was going to do this. She was going to be the best witch doctor to ever attend vampire royalty. Her business would soon be booming. She just had to use the key. She reached forward and turned the key in an imaginary door. “Vesnic Tanar Castle.” Raven vocalized, and with a whoosh of air her apartment was left empty. * * * * * * * * * * Raven’s head spun as she tried to gather her surroundings, and her knees buckled beneath her as the room she was in continued to swirl. Before she could hit the ground however to strong arms wrapped around her body and supported her. She blinked frantically and after about a minute she could make out where she was. The room she had entered was fantastic, filled with lavish furniture and a ceiling that was at least fifty feet high, if not more. It was then that she realized the compromising position she was in and she quickly jumped back. A man stood before her, roughly six and a half feet tall and in his late twenties, he had dark hair that was drawn into a ponytail, reaching his waist, and he wore a black suit. The man watched her with steel gray eyes that made her feel like her soul was being bared to the world, and he was absolutely beatific. “I-I-I’m Raven Blackmore, sir. I’m supposed to be here for a medical, um, emergency. I’m looking for the King and Queen” She stammered hurriedly. The man’s eyes lit with humour as he watched her struggle with the words. “Ms. Raven, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am King Emil. And I believe you have received my message explaining how crucially we need your help, so I will not be able to ask you to sit but must quickly explain the issue at hand.” He paused for a minute to see that Raven agreed with all he said before talking again, “My son is gravely ill. We are not sure how, but someone has injected copious amounts of vervain into his system. We desperately need your help.” Raven stood still for a moment as this new information churned in her mind. Vervain was deadly to vampires if too much was ingested and even when it was not in contact with their skin it weakened them. However if more than a tablespoon was in his system she could only buy him more time death. “Sir, I’m afraid there is little I can do for your son, if he’s ingested more than-“She stopped as Emil’s calculating eyes watched her warily. There was a cure to vervain. A witch’s blood. Her mother had told her about it when she was younger. Witches and sorcerers were creatures permeated with magic, and their blood held special healing properties like no other. However if the blood of a witch was taken without permission it was the most toxic poison known in the magic world. But when giving willingly… it was a remarkable antidote. But horribly demeaning, and only low-life witches generally gave blood. She was not a low-life! But… this was royalty asking for her help not just a random vampire. As these thoughts raced through Raven’s head Emil stood coolly, watching as the light bulb flicked on above her head. “Please Ms. Raven.” He began, his voice genuinely filled with grief, “My only child is close to death, he is in tremendous pain. I know that what I am asking of you is not respectable but I beg of you.” Raven could not stand the pain in the man’s voice. It rang in each syllable and she found herself wanting to comfort the man in any way she could. Careful Raven, she thought to herself, he is a vampire how do you know he isn’t just using his charms on you. Raven was caught in a dilemma and Emil could see her hesitation. “We are prepared to not mention the fact that you were called upon for a blood transfusion. Instead we will tell others that we needed you for some medical guidance. The next time our regular healer is out we will call upon you, and if our friends ask we will not hesitate to recommend you. As well we will pay handsomely” He took a break, “Please I’m begging you, at least come and see him” Raven stood for a moment weighing the pros and cons, and then nodded her head at the beautiful man. Now that she knew this man needed her help, if she didn’t help him she would bear the weight of his death. “Show me to him.” She said carefully. Emil led her through a long corridor and up a set of stairs before they stopped in front of two grand doors. He gently pushed one open revealing a new scene. Against the far wall was a large four post bed covered in a crimson red canopy, and a white duvet covering up to mid-chest the body of a man. Sitting next to the man in the bed was a golden haired angel, whom Raven could only assume was Queen Catalina as she attended diligently to her son. Next to Catalina was an old witch, and Raven gasped as she saw who it was. Lilith of the Rowan stood before her chanting next to the man as she staved off the infection that was ravaging his body. She was a legend and one of the most highly esteemed witches in the world. As Raven followed King Emil to the side of the bed her mouth dropped into a tiny O. The man in the middle of the bed was the most beautiful she had ever seen, even as he laid there in pain. His features were fine and he had soft curving lips that caused Ravens breasts to tingle. His cheek bones were high and defined and although his eyes were closed they looked like they were perfect almonds. He had long black hair that reached his shoulders and was feathered out around his head like a halo. His body was well-muscled, not a football quarter back, but the broad shoulders were definitely a turn on. The man’s body was covered in a film of sweat and her mind played out a delicious scene where he was not covered in sweat from pain but from pleasure… Raven’s mind snapped back to the present as the king began to talk, and she blushed furiously. “Please, will you help us.” He beseeched again. Raven’s eyes wandered back to the beautiful man. She couldn’t leave him like this even if she tried. She was immediately drawn to him and although she would most likely regret it, she had to help him. “Alright. I will. Just… don’t let this get out. Um… What exactly do I have to… do?” She said meekly. Lilith stepped forward. “Alright child,” She said moving to her side and grasping Raven’s arm. She was amazed Lilith did not break! The old lady was covered in layers of shrouds and her thin boney body did not look like it could support even the weight of her ancient head. “lay over here.” She said pushing her to the other side of the bed. “Umm… maybe can I just stand? I don’t need to be that close or anything.” She said embarrassed as the princes parents watched the old woman push her down close enough to the prince to feel the heat radiating off his body. “Don’t argue!” The old lady snapped. “He is very sick and will need much of your blood, probably enough to make you faint. Unless you wish to end up on the floor you will lie down here.” She said as she began to twist her hands over the unconscious body of the prince. “I have put Dmitri into a deep sleep as the pain he is in is insurmountable. But he must wake up to consume your blood. The moment his eyes open you must say ’Dmitri, I give my blood of earth to you immortal child, come and drink my life away.’ He should instinctively do the rest. Alright? Are you ready?” Her voice snapped efficiently barely giving Raven time to comprehend. Raven nodded silently staring at the beautiful man, apparently Dmitri. “I’m ready.” She said as she steeled herself. This was purely a business move, and it would help her in the long run she just had to remember that. Raven looked up to see Catalina staring at her with a hostile gaze, her eyes an icy blue. They warned her to save her son, or there would be hell to pay. Lilith put her hand against Dmitri’s chest and began to speak. “Solvo him ex is painless somnus quod permissum him suscitatio.” She whispered in a rough voice. Dmitri lurched to life beneath her hand and his back arched in pain, his teeth gritted and eyes wide with panic. Raven couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain he was in and she froze in terror at the scene of such agony. But quickly her mind remembered what she was supposed to do. All she could think of was stopping this man’s pain and she felt as if it were her own in her desperation to calm it. “Dmitri, I give my blood to you immortal child, come and drink my life away” She gasped quickly watching his writhing torso. In a blur his body was atop of hers, his frantic ice blue eyes searching hers for permission to take her sacred blood. Raven’s green eyes gazed back unflinchingly, somehow filled with trust for a man she didn’t know. Dmitri brought his face forward, as if to kiss her, but instead his sensual lips brushed across her cheek as they ran down her jaw line, stopping at her neck. Dmitri’s sensual mouth parted and his tongue lightly flicked across her skin, and then he bit into her jugular. Raven let out a gasp as her skin tore beneath his sharp teeth. His hot body pressed closely against hers and one of his arms wrapped tightly around her small waist as the other held his body up so that he would not crush her. Her small hands naturally wrapped around his shoulders, and as the pain receded from the initial bite she thought about how absolutely right this felt. The thought gave her a warm feeling, as she fainted. * * * * * * * * * * Okay so hope you guys liked this! It’s the first story I have ever written for public eyes so I hope it’s okay! I love compliments, but constructive criticisms are also very welcome, and send a message my way if there are any sexual things you want to see as I plan to get into lots of fun with these two! I apologize for the lack of sex in this chapter but I find stories are much more fulfilling if the characters have some time to be introduced before getting it on! Next chapter will be much steamier! Thanks for reading, Kitten Absolute Magic Ch. 02 Raven let out a coo as she buried her face into the soft sheets that caressed her body. She pulled the arms that wrapped around her waist even closer. Mmm... this felt so good. The deep musky scent of a spicy male cologne was around her, and she revelled in the delicious scent. But why was the scent of male cologne in her room? And why were her black cotton sheets white and satin-y? In a flash the mornings activities flashed through her mind. Oh fuck. Oh fucking god, what had she gotten herself into? She was in a bed cuddling with the yummiest guy she had ever seen, who just so happened to have consumed her blood and was Prince of the Vampires. Ugh how could Raven have been so stupid as to go through with this? That amazing face and body were just a means to ruin her life! She tried to think through the pros and cons of what she had done, but subconsciously she only wanted to enjoy the moment. Raven had never had a serious boyfriend and the closest she'd ever gotten to a guy was above the equator touching. And that was definitely not romantically erotic. More of 'let's get at least some experience with a nerd before I meet a hot guy'. But this was... close. Like her tiny body was meant to nestle against this larger one. With a sigh Raven came to the realization that she needed to get up. She began to pull away, but a low growl resounded behind her and Dmitri's arms constricted. Was he doing that in his sleep? She decided to test it again and began to pull away, but the growl came again and his arms created a protective barrier to keep her from escaping. Raven couldn't help but smile to herself at the cute, yet protective, reaction. "He's been doing that every time we tried to pull you away, believe me, you wouldn't be in his arms if he would just let go." A cool voice sounded from across the dark room and Catalina Pavlenco glided across the room to the edge of the bed. She was stunning, with a models build and features. "S-s-sorry I didn't mean for this or anything." Raven whispered hastily as Catalina's icy eyes glared at her. It was funny, those were the same eyes that Dmitri had, yet his made her feel safe, where as his mothers scared her. Mind you that could be because she'd only seen Dmitri's eyes for the few sensual moments preceding his vampiric kiss. As the moment began to play in her head she realized how arousing the experience had been and again her mind wandered to a less public and more lustful encounter involving his bite... Shit! Raven had to stop thinking these things around his parents! "Humph. Well no matter soon you will-" A groan sounded behind Raven and Catalina stopped her talking. "Dmitri?" She questioned tenderly, the steely tone she had used on Raven erased. "Mmm..." He murmered again, burying his nose in Raven's hair, inhaling the deliciously sweet and fruity scent of her shampoo, before letting out a contented sigh. Now both Catalina and Raven were blushing. "Honey... I think you should wake up now okay?" Catalina started again trying to keep things from getting more embarrassing. Raven heard a groan from behind her and the grip around her waist loosened. Suddenly the weight behind her shifted and she slid into the crevice Dmitri's body created when he sat up and leaned on one arm, so that now she was lying underneath him. They both blinked at each other with wide eyes. It was Dmitri's first look at his saviour and he gazed in wonderment at her, trying to memorize her features, even though he could not remember the events that lead to her being in his bed. They now had the connection that all vampires had with their victims, he could sense her emotions and he gently prodded her mind. It was locked as most witches would be, but he could still sense her emotions. Their moment was spoiled however as he assessed her emotions. There was fascination as the forethought, then confusion, apparently lust, and then... embarrassment? He turned his head to look at his mother who stood with a shocked O mouth watching the two of them. "Evening Mother. Are you enjoying watching me sleep?" Dmitri said jauntily, to his mother's extreme embarrassment. He would teach her not to snoop on him when he had women over. He snapped his finger so that the overhead lights turned on. He glanced back down at the small girl whom he had presently been sleeping with, her face now beat red. How odd, he thought, noticing her dress. When he slept with women he generally undressed them, perhaps this one he had been experimenting with and had only removed the panties... The girl sat upright before rolling out of the bed, her head bowed in humiliation as Catalina swiftly walked over. "My dear, how are you feeling?" She began holding a hand to his forehead. "I'm fine mother. I guess I'm lucky, I must have slept off the hangover, I can't remember a thing-" He was about to continue when he noticed both the girl and his mothers odd looks. "What?" "Darling... you aren't hung over. You were poisoned. Vervain... You were lucky we contacted a witch and were able to get you blood in time." Catalina enunciated slowly, as if talking to a child. Incredulously he looked to the girl who was currently absolutely fascinated with the floor. So they hadn't had sex? That explained the dress, but why couldn't he remem- A sudden wave of painful memories crashed through his head and he leaned forward his hand gripping the headboard for support. The sudden throbbing in his temples... His skin burning... Spells to keep him asleep... Awakening, frantically begging for release from the pain. And then those cool green eyes jarring him out of oblivion long enough to save himself, biting down on her sweet skin. Finally the cool, delicious, taste of her blood coursing through his veins, erase the burn and leaving behind the most delicious sensation. "Crap." He cursed, his mind running through the events before looking at the two concerned women. "Okay now I remember." He said tiredly, running a hand over his face. "Mom! Jeez, what are you doing in here!" Dmitri exclaimed exasperatedly. His mother was extremely picky over the woman he was allowed to date and he knew that. Any women he associated with had to be mommy approved, but this was just awful, spying on him with a woman who had saved his life. And... he felt a strange protectiveness over this small woman, like he wanted her to be only his, not shared. Even if it was just his mother... Catalina still hadn't move when he returned from his reverie. "She just saved my life, and you're worried we're doing god knows what in here, really? Can you leave us for a little bit and maybe send in some clean clothes for her, and alert the cook that we'd like some dinner?" He waved his hand to cut off the new girls protests. "Darling, that isn't really the best idea I mean I am sure that-" She began hastily trying to prevent further contact between the two "Please?" Dmitri interrupted, " I think that's not much to ask after almost dying." He said again staring his mother in the eye. "Well... Alright. I shall be expecting you for dinner in two hours then..." Catalina replied slowly, her brain working in over drive trying to come up with a plan that didn't involve leaving Dmitri with a lowlife witch. Dmitri had to all but shove his mother out of the room, and Raven was left to gape widely at him. Raven wasn't used to male contact and they were certainly reaching a point past anything she had experienced. This man was utterly erratic, flitting between ideas and conversations. And he obviously had his mother wrapped around his pinkie finger. She couldn't help but gaze longingly at his bare shoulders, flexing as he shut the doors to his room. God he was absolutely delicious... He turned around giving her a heart-breakingly beautiful smile. "I'm sorry but we seemed to have missed formal introductions." He began stepping towards her so that they were merely a foot apart and grabbing her tiny hands in his large ones. "I am Dmitri Alexandru Lucian Pavlenco. It is an absolute delight to meet the stunning woman who saved my life." Gently he lowered his lips to her hands and brushed them over them, never lifting his gaze from Raven's. Oh god, Raven was definitely screwed. It was then that she noticed his intense gaze was waiting for a response to his words. Damn... what was her name again? She found herself quite distracted every time she saw his gloriously breathtaking eyes! "Um... I-I-I-I'm Raven. Raven Marie um Blackmore that i-is. It's an absolute honour to meet you." She stammered hurriedly pulling away from his touch and bowing quickly. Ugh, she had never hated herself more. Why did she have to sound like a child! Whenever she was nervous or lying she stuttered, and now was sooo not the time she wanted to be stuttering. Dmitri merely cocked his head to the side and smiled at her. "You have a very beautiful name, it suits you!" He said endearingly, as though she was a three year old talking about her new Barbie doll. "Now," He began turning away and walking to his wardrobe. "I suppose you'll want a shower and clean clothes. I'm sure the maids will be here soon with clothing, but until then you can start a shower! They'll bring them in to you. As well I'm going to find some more proper clothing and get a shower in our guest bathroom." He turned around to see her still standing next to the bed, ready to protest his arrangements but he spoke before she could. "The bathroom's right over there," He said waving a hand in the direction of a door to the far left, "don't worry I give you my solemn promise not to peek!" At that Dmitri gave her a very lascivious smile, and his eyes drifted downwards. Raven's face, which was just at that point of returning to normal colouring, filled with red. "Th-thank you so much. I, um, will be quick." She said hastily scurrying to the door of the bathroom. Once inside she shut and locked the door. Before sliding down it and sitting on the floor. She had met the hottest guy ever. She found the hottest guy she had ever met absolutely irresistible. She was in the bathroom of the hottest guy she had ever met. She had just been given a very suggestive look by the hottest guy she had ever met. The hottest guy she had ever met was a Vampire Prince. She was so utterly screwed. * * * * * * * * * * Dmitri slowly pushed through his rather large collection of clothing. His walk-in closet was monstrous and filled with any type of outfit a male could wish for. Problem was males didn't generally wish for lots of outfits. Or outfits in general. Actually any sort of body garment would aptly describe it. But that was his mother for you. Catalina had decided long ago that her only child was going to be spoilt beyond belief. And she had kept true to her word. There was not a material thing Dmitri ever wanted for. As Dmitri pushed through the collection he couldn't keep his mind from wandering to the beautiful little deity that was gracing his bathroom at the moment. Dmitri dated models, actresses, the most beautiful women in the world. But for him to have such strong feelings for this common witch was bizarre. However he could not deny the feelings she stirred, perhaps it was the fact she had saved his life, or that he could sense her feelings and had her blood within him. Whatever it was he found himself attracted. He wanted her. And Dmitri was definitely used to getting what he wanted. * * * * * * * * * * Raven revelled in the soft and comforting warm water of the shower. If she closed her eyes she could imagine it being her rickety little shower in her apartment on the good days, when it produced hot water. However when she opened them she was assaulted with a massive space, shower heads coming from three different sides and an array of bath soaps and salts before her that made her head spin. If only she could live like this. However she was finding herself extremely confused and conflicted. Over Dmitri. Over his mother. Over what she should be doing at this moment. It almost felt wrong to be in this handsome mans bathroom where he stood daily, naked. The thought had her body immediately aroused. The strong and lithe body of Alexander, standing, his arms raised as he washed his hair. Contoured arms leading to a chiselled chest, that wasn't the quite build of a quarter back, but definitely was something woman swooned for. And then hard muscles leading downwards, to between his legs... Raven couldn't help herself as one hand slowly raised itself to her breast, lightly pinching the nipple and tugging gently. Oh god, how long had it been since she'd done something like this? Her other hand ran over her stomach and to the sacred spot between her legs. Her finger slowly stroked her clit and she couldn't help gasping at the delicious sensation. She had forgotten how good this felt. She imagined Dmitri in here with her, slowly running his fingers between her legs, whispering to her of her beauty.As her finger slowly rubbed her sensitive clitoris her other hand began to massage her breasts with vigor. They massaged and pulled, tweaked and stroked, driving Raven higher and higher. A knock sounded on the door to the bathroom. Raven all but jumped out of her skin and a guilty look quickly crossed her face as she removed her hands from their compromising positions and grabbed a washcloth. "Ye-yes?" She called from the shower. "It's me." Dmitri said from behind the door, his melodic voice easily distinguishable. "The maids have brought some clothing and my mother has apparently arranged for them to dress you. I guess she would like to send her appreciation, so they are coming in now." He said uncertainly, his voice sounding hesitant. Within a second the door opened and in strode five women, all carrying some sort of beauty equipment. Raven was terrified. The first one to enter, a broad and commanding women, stepped forward and opened the shower door, holding out a towel as Raven squeaked in protest. "Oh come on, it's nothing I haven't seen before." She barked ungraciously, ushering Raven out of the stall and into the open, where she wrapped her into a towel. "Now," She said, her eyes assessing Raven. "Let's get to work." * * * * * * * * * * For over a half hour Raven was poked, plucked, and prodded into a relatively presentable lady. However these women had obviously been given rather biased instructions (Lovely Catalina) as her hair was tied into an extremely tight and severe bun at the nape of her neck, and her skin was wrapped into a prude and disgusting dress. She had been waxed in place she did not even knew were waxed, and was now extremely sore between the legs. The masseuses had explained it was Catalina showing her appreciation, but their painful treatments had Raven thinking other things. Her petite body had been draped in a midnight blue dress that swamped her and made her truly look dead. She could cry. Raven sooo did not want to have to leave the room with this horror on her shoulders. Luckily she didn't have to. Instead the doors burst open and in walked a very tall, very commanding, and very blue woman. Raven had never before seen a demon. They generally kept to themselves, but this was indeed a demon before her, dark blue skin, and six inch heels that made her 6 foot frame absolutely terrifying. Her slender body was tightly hugged by a yellow crop top and white skinny jeans, a very interesting combination. Her hair was midnight black and a piece-y boy length with long spiky bangs. She was stunning, and absolutely intimidating. Raven cowered in fear, trying to remain as indiscreet as possible as her glaring eyes stared down each of the maids surrounding her. "What the fuck is going on here?" The demon yelled angrily at the woman. "Why didn't you call me before getting this girl ready?" She said strolling forward and facing down the most obnoxious of the group. "Muh-Mrs. Hadiya, Mrs. Pavlenco requested that we leave you a-alone, as you were busy with more important-" The maid began hastily. "Bull-shit, you know you are always to get me when someone new comes, especially when someone new comes! Dmitri had to go downstairs to get me, do not dare, ever, ever, let that happen again?" She shouted angrily, before turning to Raven, who now had a terrified look on her face. "Aww, I'm sorry girly." She began sweetly, the hostile look dissolving, " I'm Iara Hadiya. Royal Fashion consultant. And we really, really, need to save you." She exclaimed quickly, rushing towards the girl and begin to pull out the disgusting bun and taking out a sewing kit and pinning the fabric. "I'm Raven Blackmore. I guess... I'm a Royal... Witch. Well sort of." She said, feeling at ease in the girls intelligent hands as they darted back and forth between her dress and hair. "Alright well, give me twenty minutes with you and you are going to look fabulous for dinner tonight!" Iara said excitedly. She worked quickly, snipping fabric and teasing hair, rushing around to save Raven's frame. She worked quickly and resolutely, creating a stunning masterpiece. Iara definitely kept her word. * * * * * * * * * * Hope you guys liked it! Please give me feedback! I'm thinking the next chapter will come quicker, so sorry if this took a while! As well an anonymous message asked why Lilith is so old and wrinkly, when witches can be whatever age they wish, however I promise that there is a reason behind this that will later be used in the plot! Love, Kitten