Colette

A bit of blood.

Mood music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UENb3lLSQho

It was a simple request, one she got often; “Make me the thing my love thinks most about."

Colette’s simple hut was lit by the flickering flames under her cauldron. As her customer spoke in between sobs about the love of her life, she sprinkled a bit of sugar into the brew.

According to her customer the man she was trying to charm had lost his wife and was all alone. Smiling sympathetically Cole added the next ingredient a small lizard tail.

Fidgeting with the long beaded necklace hanging off her neck Cole spoke softly “I uh, need a drop of your blood.” The customer gasped and asked what they always do “Do I have to?" 

Despite her initial resistance she put out her hand to Cole and with a tiny thorn the witch pricked her finger and a small drop of blood fell into the bubbling brew. 

Once the pact had been made Colette brought the woman a cup which she filled with the brew, after a few sips the woman seemed to become dizzy and stumbled around and fell to the ground.

Before the witches eyes her customer decayed until she resembled a corpse...a walking one. After the woman left Colette sighed to the ever present shadow behind her and said "Let me guess the one thing the man thinks of is his dead wife...I assume he killed her?" 

All she heard was the cruel laughter that usually echoed through the forest surrounding her home.