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part two of ep. 4 summary: there has been another killing. jaemin falls head over heels.

rated: M 21+

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"Ahhh! I knew there was a reason this garden stunk of rich commoners."

Taeyong watched as his brothers all disbursed into their own thing. Of course, Ten was not with them. He was off doing god knows what.

Hendery stayed behind at home, not liking the sun that much. Or witchcraft.

And while they had some kind of fun, Taeyong started his investigation. And who better to ask about things like this than Neo City's very own Supreme.

He took his eyes off of the smiling children and saw Moonbyul, the supreme of the Moon Coven.

She had a tendency of being a cold person and a bit condescending but she loved her girls very much. And would do anything for her coven.

She got her leadership from her mother, whom she didn't have that much of a good relationship with after she turned 18 and was harnessing her powers. But after she died, she was granted her seat at the witches council and supreme of the coven.

Taeyong looked over her. She was absolutely beautiful. Like old time hollywood beautiful.

Her hair was midnight black, her eyes were bright green and golden, her skin maybe a little pale but she was still beautiful. Different mystical tattoos covered her arms and hands.

Everyone in the Moon Coven had magic tattoos all over their arms like sleeves. It helps manifest their different abilities. Each witch, though they worked together and practiced the same magic, had different abilities and strong suits.

Moon, for example, is a necromancer. She is able to command the dead and ghost. Though she cannot bring people back to life, she can communicate with ghosts quite easily.

She really looked good in that white dress and flower crown veil. She held a woven basket filled with different vibrant colored tulip petals.

A smirk graced her pink lips.

"I felt the vibes were off so I had to see it for myself."

"Always good seeing you, Moonbyul." Taeyong pursed his lips.

Him and Moonbyul haven't often seen eye to eye. Both tend to have cold personalities, both have different ways of being heads of there family which means they often argued. But she has always been a friend of the family.

"Hmm, you could at least try and sound happy to see me." Moonbyul pushed past him, advancing through the garden of roses. "If I didn't know any better, I think you have something to ask me."

"Yeah, I do." Taeyong said, following her. "I need you to look at something and tell me your opinion on it."

Moonbyul gracefully sat down in the field and began picking the roses, pulling apart the petals and adding them to her basket.

"Do hurry, I have to start the story telling soon and Iris gets restless without me."

Taeyong pulled out the photo he stole from the police. The photo of Hansol's dead body.

He kneeled down to her level and shoved the photo in her way. "Does this look familiar to you?"

Moon paused, placing the rose down and taking the photo. She examined it. Looking at every detail in it. Even the old rose petals.

"Hmm. . . . " She hummed, looking through it again. "The practice is very old . . . But I do recognize the scenery."

Hope flashed in his eyes when she said that. "Really? Do you know the name?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to contact the elders." She responded, giving back the photo. "I must warn you, it will take at least a week for their answer."

"Thanks, Moon." Taeyong thanked gratefully, standing up straight and placing the picture back into his pocket.

"Mmhmm. . . ." Moon murmured, going back to her petals. "When you see Ten, please tell him that my dance floor is not his sex room."

Taeyong pauses, grimaced at the image that popped into his head before leaving her to her rose shredding. "Sex room?" He whispered to himself, shaking it out of his head.

That didn't matter now. His suspicions could be right. Hansol was killed. Probably by a witch.

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After Jaemin was convinced that he fell in love at first sight, he convinced Jeno that he had to know her name. But Jeno was not too impressed. He knew Jaemin.

He knew how much of a romanticist he is and he knew how easy he fell for every pretty girl that was within a 2mile radius of him. It happened at the boarding school way too often to count.

He was wasting his time, in Jeno's eyes.

But his brother would not give up so that means he has to keep an eye on him. Or else Taeyong would kill him.

"Jeno, there she is!" Jaemin suddenly shouted, pointing across from him.

Jeno looked to see the same girl. But this time, she was passing out tulips to parents and children while three fairies flew around her,
showering her in fairy dust.

Does this girl have to look enchanting everywhere she went? It was ridiculous.

"Watch me work my magic," Jaemin said, quickly fixing his hair and the collar of his tropical shirt.

"Jae, she's gonna run a mile when you try to get her with your Casanova act." Jeno scolded. "She is way out of your league. Besides, she's a witch! Don't they not like . . . . date, anyways?"

"Whoever told you that lie was a major bullshitter," Jaemin said, giving him a blank look. "Look, just cover me, okay?"

Jeno rolled his eyes. There was no getting through to him. "Alright, fine."

Jaemin gave him one last smile before he turned to the enchanting witch. With confidence oozing out of him, he started walking towards her. Jeno hung back and watched as his brother strides across the field.

He couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Cute~

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"Hello," Jaemin greeted with a smile as soon as he walked up to the pretty witch.

She had just been done giving children flower crowns when she heard a voice behind her. She turned around to see a tall, handsome guy her age standing behind her. His hair was longish and blonde, he had a dazzling and confident smile.

"Hello, there." She greeted back with a smile. "Happy First Day of Spring."

She proceeded to shower him in tulip petals. Jaemin couldn't help but to chuckled a little at the action. "I noticed you from across the field and I couldn't help but to want to introduce myself to you. My name is Jaemin."

"Of the Lee Family?" She questioned, crossing her arms. " I know all about you. Supreme- unnie has told me all about your family when I entered."

"You're new to the coven?" Jaemin asked, slightly shocked over the fact that she knew him.
Also because The Moon Coven almost never accepts new members so she must be very special.

"Kwon Mi Sun, at your service." She introduced herself, bowing delicately. "But I must be going. Story time calls~!"

"Wait!" Jaemun quickly called out to her. "Can I take you out sometime?!"

Mi Sun spun around gracefully as she flashed him a pretty smile. "If you can find me!" She yelled back, turning back around as she ran to a crowd of children and parents.

Jaemun smiled to himself as he couldn't help but think of her. "Mi Sun. . . ."

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The afternoon has begun to settle as a young drug addict named Bogum quickly walked down the narrow alleyway near The Moon Lair.

He was erratic, high and very skiddish. It was as if he was running away from someone.

"Gotta get out of here." He mumbled, scratching his wrist. "Gotta get out of here,"

"And go where?" A smooth and deep voice interrupted his mumbling. Making him jump and screech.

Bogum backed himself to the cold and brick wall as the dark figure approached him. His body began to shake uncontrollably the closer the figure got.

"H-Hey man, I did what you asked, okay?" Bogum stuttered out. "they think it's a suicide or some shit."

"Hansol was as weak as his father," the figure snarled his razor sharp teeth. "He was stupid and almost got our plan thrown in the ditch. So the dark lord wants no more witnesses"

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he meant. And Bogum did something that he has never ever done in his life.

He fell to his knees and began praying.

"Please, don't kill me" he cried out. "please.....for the love of God,"

The dark figure gave him a cake sympathetic smile as be gently caressed his face. "Aww, it's okay, you have served Our Dark Lord well, child and because of you, Satan will rise again,"

He leaned down to the crying druggies level with the same smile. "Besides, you're a lonely crack addict....no one will miss you at all,"

With a swift movement, his hand shoot through the druggies chest and out his back, his hand clutching his beating heart.

As Bogums body fell limp and lifeless, the dark figure smiled maniacally as he pulled his arm back, pushing his body away.

And as the afternoon sunset began, the monster vanished. Leaving the lifeless vessel to the street rats.