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The Kitchen Witch --------------------------------------------------------------- [Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10] [Chapter 11] -------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7-Sophisticated Vocabulary The next morning Viggo woke up alone. The sun was out and he rolled over to see a note on the pillow. "Dearest Viggo, Sorry I didn't wake you but you looked so peaceful. I left something on the counter for you. I had to open the café this morning. Lock up before you leave please. Don't let Orisis give you a hard time. Sarah." She had signed with a small heart beside her name. It wasn't a proclamation of love by any means but Viggo thought it was sweet, and it wasn't impersonal. Maybe last night wasn't a huge mistake after all. He thought as he got up and collected his clothing that had been folded and placed on the trunk at the end of the bed. After he ate the sweet roll she had left for him and drank a cup of coffee he cleaned up the kitchen a bit, washed his cup and plate, and then headed for his cottage. He was about to leave when Sarah's phone rang. He hesitated...should he answer it? Then he heard the answering machine click on and Sarah's sweet voice came out voicing that she wasn't home to leave a message and then he heard a male voice on the other end that made his blood boil. "Sarah you fucking cunt pick up the goddamn phone! Sarah! Sarah! You bitch...what the hell is this shit? I just got another letter from your lawyer, a goddamn restraining order? How dare you! If I ever find you again... you remember that last night? That night you left in the rain? I am going to break you, Sarah...I realize now I was too fucking easy on you. Now that I have your number I am going to track your skinny little ass down. But I doubt I will have to even try. When you come crawling back because life is too fucking hard on the precious little ice princess you will finally obey me you bitch!" The voice continued to scream into the phone and finally Viggo had enough. He walked over and jerked the phone out of the cradle. "Hello Brad, so nice of you to call but Sarah isn't here right now." Viggo said in his best bad guy voice, his Lucifer. The screaming ended on the other end of the phone and there was silence. Viggo nearly laughed if he hadn't been so angry. "Wasn't expecting that were you, you fucking prick." Viggo thought viciously. "Who the hell are you?" Brad demanded. "Your worst fucking nightmare if you ever come near Sarah again." Viggo sneered. Such a cliché line but he meant every word of it. "You know a restraining order not only means you can't come within so many feet of Sarah physically but it also means no phone calls...and fancy this I have it all nicely on tape from the answering machine. You really are a moron, but then I suppose all wife beaters are." Viggo taunted the man. "Fuck you whoever you are!" Brad yelled. Viggo could sense some fear in his voice though, the man was mean and violent toward women but another man...he was a fucking pussy. Viggo knew enough about men like him, what buttons to push. "Oh I'm so impressed by your sophisticated vocabulary, Bradley." Viggo twisted the name to make it sound puny and weak. He knew by using the other man's name he was putting him at even more of a disadvantage and Viggo loved every minute of it. "Now go back to your pitiful little life and leave Sarah alone or I will call the cops, give them this tape, and have your ass thrown in jail. I am sure the Hollywood press would just love a nice juicy scandal, they always do. Hell how did you manage to keep it out of the press...no amount of money in the world can keep those hounds at bay?" Viggo decided giving him a backhanded compliment might just be the dig he needed. Silence met him on the other end of the phone. "Who is this?" Brad asked then somewhat shakily. "No one important, however if you ever set foot within a hundred yards of Sarah Johnson I am the man who will make wish you had never been born. Are we clear?" Viggo asked and then cringed at the cliché...he was just full of them this morning. Silence met him. Then using his best master chief bark, "Are we fucking clear!?" "Crystal." The other man snapped and hung up the phone so fast Viggo imagined the guy might have pissed his pants. Viggo grinned...that went well. Sarah is probably going to turn me into a toad now. He laughed at that thought and then rubbed Orisis who was perched next to him on the table. "What an asshole huh Orisis?" Viggo asked the cat. The cat seemed to agree as he bumped his head against Viggo's hand forcing him to pet him again. Viggo decided to take the tape out of the answering machine...he would buy Sarah a new one later. He dropped the tape into his pocket and headed for his cottage. When he walked in his cell phone was ringing. "Christ." He muttered as he picked it up and answered it. "Hello?" He asked. "Hey its Sean...tried you last night a few times but no answer. You aren't really becoming a hermit are you?" Sean asked cheerfully. "Damn, Sean what time is it in London? Don't you ever sleep?" Viggo asked tossing his jacket on the chair and kicking off his shoes. "No I never sleep when I can bugger my friends. So what's up?" Sean asked. Viggo laughed he knew the joke Sean was reaching for, but he couldn't oblige him. "I just walked in the door." "Oh? Late night or just get back from one of your Viggo strolls in the woods at sunrise?" Sean asked. "Neither...I uh well I stayed the night somewhere else last night." Viggo said rolling his eyes a bit. "I see...you and the witch." Sean said smiling into the phone. "Yeah...um Sean I need to do something...call you back later?" Viggo asked. "Sure...talk
to you later." Sean said obligingly. Go to Chapter 8
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