"How many casualties?" Lia asked, her hand resting on her forehead. With great power came greater responsibilities and this was one of those times.

Though it's been twelve years since the witch's apocalypse and both distinct witches got along fine, conflicts still arise now and then. Currently, it turned out a light and dark witch crushed on the same fellow and the dark witch cast a spell on him and the rest is history. The two covens rose against one another, both sides in support of their own.

"None dead..." came the answer from the other line, Lia was relieved. If one had died- whether a dark or light witch - it would be another issue altogether and might break into a civil war if such altercations escalate.

"What about humans?" Lia asked, that was her main concern.

Right now, she was trying to build a mutual relationship with the present country's head of state and if things go well, might go globally in the future. With each new day emerging, it was getting increasingly harder for supernatural beings to live under the radar. This was an attempt at cohabiting with humans, unfortunately, a piece of news like this wouldn't look good on their portfolio.

"None were injured, thankfully and their memories of the incident erased."

"Alright, drag Sabrina's ass over there no matter where she is - she's the best shot at resolving this conflict before it gets complicated,"

Ever since Dan and Sabrina got married, it's been hard to get a grasp on her. The couple gave birth to a hybrid witch daughter named Cynthia. Sadly, the girl was so smart and mischievous that at the age of twelve, she cast a spell that accelerated her growth rate ten years faster.

According to Cynthia, she wanted to explore the world but her parents did nothing but tie her down. So making herself twenty-two was the best option at getting away from their controlling claws.

Hence Dan was on a quest to bring her back home for over three months now - She could only wish him good luck on that. Lia perfectly knew Cynthia was extremely sneaky and crafty thanks to her predatory vampire side and her witchy powers have done nothing but heighten those quirks - not to mention that Sabrina had trained her quite well from a young age.

In one word, unless Cynthia wanted to be found, they might as well have searched for nothing. The girl had a firm grasp of her magical powers and abilities - it was a relief to know she wasn't the only one with freaky children.

As promised to the supernatural community, Sabrina had not gotten rid of the massive dark magic in her to maintain a balance between the dark and light witches - the so claimed righteous witches. Over the years, she has perfected the ability to wield the power without getting controlled by it. The witch was the perfect mediator for the ongoing conflict since she's a dark witch and once a light one - she could empathize on both sides.

"I'll see it's done right away," said her assistant in the council.

"Alright, keep me updated," she ended the call.

With a deep sigh, Lia plopped down on her swivel chair, wiping her face with her palm. Whoever said being the general Council Head was an easy job was welcome to come and take over from her. It was so damn frustrating and stressful that sometimes she just wanted to yell someone's head off. Either it was settling a fight between clans; for vampires, or mediating between packs; for werewolves, or stopping a second witch's apocalypse.

Lia had her eyes shut and was rubbing her temple when she felt a sudden breeze blow past her. The hairs on her body stood on edge, this wasn't ordinary air, someone just walked into her office, and judging from his skills of breaking into her place unnoticed, he wasn't someone to be underestimated.

To be honest, Lia wasn't surprised by this unwelcome visit. The first few months she went into power, some dissatisfied powerful supernatural clans had come after her, they couldn't accept the fact that such a young hybrid was to lead them - some of them having lived hundreds of years. They argued the role was too much for someone of her age who had no leading experience.

It would have been much honorable if they had faced her head on, rather those cowards sent assassins who came and sometimes were caught and the others successfully killed her. But then, after they had exhausted their resources and strength yet couldn't kill Lia, they gave up and submitted to her reign - exactly why Sabrina had chosen her for this position.

Though she would resurrect, Lia was not prepared to go through the pain of dying - yeah, it hurt like a bitch - and had prepared to strike first when a familiar scent wafted into her nose.

Her eyes popped open, a look of shock crossing her gaze when Lia saw those familiar green eyes staring back at her. Her breath hung in her throat, Asher?

"Asher," She breathed, getting out of her seat and ran over to him, snuggling into his arms. How long has it been? A month? That was the longest they have been away from each other.

Since Daniel disappeared, the tribrid was extremely possessive of him - Lia was afraid of losing Asher too. If only that damn vampire had agreed to marry her when she proposed to him, but Asher had turned down the offer, claiming it would be a huge disrespect to Daniel. To him, Daniel was the first to find her hence deserves the honor of being her first husband.

"It's really you," She reached out to feel his face. Wherever he went must have had a lot of sun because he looked a bit tanned and rugged. However, there wasn't any look the vampire wasn't able to pull off flawlessly.

"Yes, it's me," Asher confirmed, and then his lips came down hard on her, her senses swarmed.

His hand wrapped around her waist, pressing, no, more like squashing her tightly against his chest, almost crushing the girl's bones however supernaturals could endure that amount of pressure. He relished the feel of her soft breast and beating heartbeat against his silent own - Asher liked the sound of her uneven heartbeat since he never had one unless he used sunshine -which was more torture than pleasure- hence his fascination.

Lia kissed him back with the same fervor, grabbing his scalp tight as pleasure swirled through her, she had missed him greatly. Their desire for each other saturated the room that werewolves nearby picked off their pheromones and steered clear of the room, unwilling to disrupt the couples.

Asher deepened the kiss, playing with her tongue as his hand climbed down to feel the curve of her ass, as well as make her aware of his throbbing arousal. Lia gasped from pleasure when he moved to caress her neck with his lips all the while rubbing her behind.

He suddenly lifted her so her leg could wrap around his waist giving him easier access to her neck. When a vampire wasn't draining one, those fangs of theirs worked like an aphrodisiac so one could imagine how Lia felt when he grazed that instrument of pleasure against her neck - on the very spot where he had marked her.

Lia felt her entire being shake from that contact and she held onto his neck tighter as if he was the source of life. Her environment suddenly blurred and the next she knew, she found herself straddling him on the bed - her favorite position. Asher knew Lia liked being in control and gave her that or rather the illusion of it because he takes away the power soon.

Their eyes were aflame as they looked at each other, both hungry with desire. Asher instantly kissed her once again, slipping his tongue inside her mouth and tasting her sweetness deeply. While his mouth worked, his hand removed her top as she worked on the buttons of his shirt.

Asher's eyes darkened at the sight of the wondrous two pink globes that he released an animalistic growl. The devouring look in his eyes made Lia shiver, biting down her lips in anticipation.

And then, he took one of them into his mouth and a moan left her throat. He ran his cold breath around her warm nipple while his hand fondled the other one causing her to whimper in pleasure with her back arched and half-opened eyes. The pleasure was drowning her senses.

He continued to draw lazy circles with his tongue as she begged for more. He took the taut rosebud fully into his mouth eliciting an ecstatic moan, moving against his length. Asher knew she was going to come if he let her continue that path of dry-humping hence pushed her back down on the bed.

"Asher…" She breathed with effort, wanting to be filled. Her breath was fast and heavy while her heart slammed against her chest.

"Of course," his lips kinked to the side in a smile that held dark promises of what was to come. With no hesitation, he got rid of the rest of her clothing while she helped undress him.

In no time, he had her below him but the smell of her wet heat made his fang descend painfully. Asher was tempted to lower his head and taste her down there but then, he had her all to himself tonight; there was enough time for that. First, he had to fill this hungry ache in him.

Asher took it as a sign when Lia kissed him deeply, to spread her thigh apart and pushed his length inside of her. He went all the way till he was buried to the hilt. He groaned as her walls clenched around him, she gasped out at the sensation.

He thrust, she moaned, reeling from the unadulterated pleasure. That sound was enough to drive Asher to the edge as he began to ram into her fast and hard. Hands digging into his shoulder blade, Lia writhe in passion beneath him, her leg moving to wrap against his waist, pushing him further in.

"Ahh…" She could barely think as the sensation seemed to come from everywhere while Asher continuously pumped in and out of her.

It didn't last for long, her contracting muscle drew a cry of delight from his lips just as her own organism rippled through her. Asher collapsed on her, both returning from cloud nine.

"Welcome back, Asher," Lia panted, trying to catch her breath with a satisfied smile. She was still reeling from what they just shared.

Asher smiled back at her, "Shall we continue then, my love" He already flipped her over on all fours.