amdreams
Black Market Witch
Jagger swore rather loudly when he was woken by the sound of knocking at his door. Come on, he just wanted some goddamn sleep. Groaning, he sluggishly got off the bed and started for the door, scratching his neck. Damn, the scar wrapping around his neck was starting to itch badly. That coupled with the sudden wake up call, annoyed Jagger enough for his eyes to turn red. Jagger opened the door, ready to bite off the head of whoever decided to wake him up, only to see Macal there. His eyes dulled a bit but still remained reddish in color. "Oh, it's just you. What the Hell do you want anyway?"