My Boyfriend Is A Campus Bad Boy

"Don't be too surprised seeing me for the third time, my dear Halora. I've been following you, watching you almost of the time."

She said, gave her a quick, bitter giggle that frightened Halora to death.

Halora blinked her eyes, out of fear she felt. "How d– did you know my name?"

"You don't have to know everything. I came here to get an important thing that only belong to me–" She paused, turned around and looked at Halora's scared face. "The magical ring. Surrender it to me and I will keep your friends free and alive, including you."

Her face was covered with darkness. Her thin, dry lips, pointed and such exaggerated nose, thick eyebrows was quiet strange and her black, long yet frizzy hair caught Halora's attention.

She was certain that the woman in front of her was a black witch.

Halora knew about the black witches who sacrificed their lives for black, selfish powers. They sought immortality, darkness and power to the whole, wide world.

But her grandmother once told her about them. About the leader of the black witches– Damara. She was cruel, an evil witch who killed thousands of ordinary human beings during her reign as the queen of all witches.

But the moment she had lost the most powerful ring, her reign suddenly turned upside down. Most of her followers died because of the white witches who fought and saved the civilians against their evil supremacy.

"I... I don't know what you're talking a– about!" She said frighteningly.

"LIAR! I know you are hiding it away from me!"

"Believe me, I don't know where is the ring you're looking for! If y– you want, you can search it now."

Halora secretly looked for a small hole that will keep the ring safe and sound from Damara. She cursed when she heard a loud, disturbing noise came from her wardrobe.

All of her things were thrown out to the floor. Bags, garments, shoes, towel and bottle of perfumes but Damara didn't stop. She furiously walked into her bed, took all the pillows and sheet yet, she had failed to find the powerful ring.

"Ahhh! Don't try to play a game with me, young girl! I know you hide it somewhere else in this room!" Her hands were protected with a thick, black gloves.

She breathed deeply, walked closer to Halora until she stopped right before her. "I will ask you again, where is the ring?"

"I don't know." Halora replied shortly and straightforward.

If there was something that will protected the ring from her, it was her and her courage that was buried deep down in her soul.

But Damara titled her head, smiled widely enough as her lips was sliced into half. Her sharp, fatal teeth flaunted but Halora remained calm and pretty complacent.

"Give me your hand, now!"

"Even how hard you try to force me, you won't still succeed. I told you, I had warned you that I don't know where that ring is."

Damara didn't listen to her. Instead, she angrily grabbed Halora's hands from her back. She intently looked and gawked to her hands yet, there was no ring at all.

"Ahh! It can't be! It can't be!" In despair, she screamed, grabbed her hair out of anger while Halora secretly slid her right hand inside of her pocket.

She quickly wore back the ring, clasped her hands until Damara stopped and looked at her face.

"If I found it inside of your pocket, I will tear you into pieces, b*tch!"

Instead of being afraid, Halora gave her a bitter smile and she said, "And if you don't, I will comb your hair untl it become shiny."

Halora wanted to burst into laughter but she held it back. She must ran away from her or else she would failed do protect it from Damara.

By then, she felt a long, sharp fingernails that slid into her pocket. Halora felt like her thighs was sliced by a sharp knife.

She bit her lower lip, endured the pain until Damara found nothing.

"Aaah! Where is my ring? Where is my ring!" She turned around, threw every little thing she saw out of anger and desperation. "Give me back my ring, Halora! I know your not so good mother gave it to you before she died!"

Damara never forget the day she fought Halora's mother in the middle of a wide, free field. She tried to win against her but in the end, white always win over black entities.

But Halora narrowed her eyes, shook her head because of what the black witch said. She knew she heard her mother's name that came from Damara's mouth.

Her plans of escaping was diverted to the question that bothered her. Why did Damara mentioned her mother when she was only a normal, ordinary human being?

Halora took a deep, heavy sigh before she opened her mouth. Her pulse suddenly stopped pounding but she wanted to know the truth about her mother's real identity.

"W– why did you mentioned my late mother? Why would an ordinary human being fought against a powerful creature like you?"

Damara stopped from screaming suddenly. She rubbed the vase she was about to throw, she seated and crossed her legs on the couch.

With a mischievous smile on her lips, she giggled and she replied, "Oh! So your parents hid the truth since their last breath? Before the day of their death? And even your mother's real identity?"

Tears shone to her eyes but she tried harder to remain calm. Halora walked closer to her, stood firm as she looked at the black witch's dark eyes desperately.

"I don't want to hear your laughter! Just answer my question, how did you know my mother? And what is her real identity?"

Desperation almost put Halora in danger. She unclasped her hands as it left into the air.

"Alright, before I tell you everything about your mother's past. Why don't you give me back my ring and in return, I will give you her diary."

Damara stood, played the fragile vase with her long, sharp finger nails. "Deal or no deal?" She smiled as she suddenly turned into a beautiful, ensnaring witch.