Branston could not explain the thoughts he was processing while he was communicating with the witch.  She seemed to know what she wanted and she seemed to think that she was going to get what she wanted out of Branston.  He thought she was going to be in for a rude awaking.  He had been around for way too many years to fall for a witch’s trick.  He would let her think what she wanted until he could figure out what she wanted.<br/><br/>He looked at her with a raised eyebrow when she commented on how open he was about what his was, “Please a witch like you could have smelled me the moment you walked into the bar.”  Branston had her against the wall running his finger thru her hair and down her arm.  “You have no clue about my life I have had to earn everything I have had.”  Branston said rather offended.  “I don’t recall saying that I was not rude.”  Branston told her when she called him rude.<br/><br/>Branston’s cell phone started to go off and he pulled it out of his pocket and saw who it was from and he placed it back in his pocket.  Next thing he noticed was his amulet started to warm against his skin and he could not help but smirk a little, so she was apparently trying to use some kind of magic on him, well she was in for a surprise.  “Well I am glad you will be seeing Conner tomorrow, he is a rather nice guy and we go way back.”<br/><br/>It was not that he could not resist the blood that she had drawn from her own lip, it was like it was drawn to the sweetness of it and what harm could a taste have.   Branston leaned forward and ran his tongue over her lip licking off the blood that was there.  “You really shouldn’t bleed in front of a vampire, that’s not entirely safe for you.”<br/><br/>Branston reached down between his legs and removed her hand himself to prevent her from grabbing him again.  He may not want her right this moment, but there might become a time he might want to use it with someone else.  “You would be surprise what I can do even without the need of the things you think I need.”<br/><br/>When she lifted her leg he could not help but run his hand against her soft skin while he kissed her allowing her to have a little control but not as much as she thought she had he imagined.  He was trying to get a little more out of the woman when his phone went off again.  Damn he was being persistent tonight.  “I might not play fair, but you don’t live to be my age by being stupid.”<br/><br/>Branston knew that she was not the only one that could play tricks to get what she wanted, but Branston was not willing to give into this woman as of this moment.  “Oh I am sure I can handle you my dear, I am just not one who likes to give up control.”  Branston said as he leaned in and kissed her deeply, “The only one who has anything to prove anything to anyone is you.”  Branston smirked at the witch and then leaned forward and kissed her again.  “Better luck next time my beauty.”<br/><br/>Branston flitted away fast and was in need of someone to sink in teeth into and then his cock.  That witch had gotten under his skin but he was just not going to give in to her like she wanted to even though it was very tempting.  So Branston did the only thing he could do was call up one of his regular whores and arrange for the night.  He pulled out his phone and gave Vanessa a call and she said she would be there.<br/><br/>Branston and Vanessa had a wonderful night like always until he was awoken by his phone going off.  By the time he looked at the phone he had missed the call and listened to the voice mail.  Instead of calling back he bid Vanessa good day and took off home to where he knew Conner was waiting.  Finding him in the kitchen Branston sat down at the island and smirked a little,  “Geez dad, were you a little worried?  Last time I checked I could handle myself for the most part.”<br/><br/>Branston smirked and picked up a apple that was sitting on the counter and played with it.  “So did you set a date time with our little witch?”  Branston asked still smirking.