I'm The Boss's Secretary?!

Seoyeon didn't have any doubt it would be Jug Hwa who would come as a winner in fight against a witch. In term of psychical strength, vampires, especially the one who top them, the pureblood vampires are much stronger than any witch as although they had power, they were psychically weak like humans. 

The fortuneteller was different however, and Seoyeon couldn't understand where the woman's power emerged from. 

Seoyeon saw the moment Jung Hwa's hand where his sharp fingernails went close to slice the woman's neck, in an instance, he had to twist his body to the left as an in is left force had attacked him again. The invisible force was enough to sent the tree behind him who took the damage broke to two, falling with a loud screechy sound. 

"You are strong," Jung Hwa said, "Is it because of your experience?"

"It is the knowledge of a woman who had lived more than a thousands year. I can entertain you longer but I wonder if you can do the same?" The fortuneteller taunted. 

Her most oldest discovery during her second life that had never changed to now was of how vampires were prideful, none of them was not full of pride. A little mock and the vampire would foolishly let go of his aim. Driven by anger, they would cast away their rational mind, allowing her to win.

Yet, Jung Hwa pulled his hand, chuckling and when he saw the fortuneteller frown, he shrugged his shoulders, "Then please come with all your experience, old hag." His calm words manage to irk the fortuneteller.

Jung Hwa did not see the reason to held back as the woman seemed to be capable of protecting themselves and he went for the immediate kill. Using his quick step, he shortened the distance between him and the fortuneteller.

It was not difficult to corner the fortuneteller the problem was the invisible force that the woman kept to put enough distance between him and her as she seemed to notice her weakness in close combat.

Jung Hwa inadvertently rolled on the ground to escape one deadly push of the fortuneteller's power. His feet dug deep to the stone path. His hand splayed on the ground to dampen the impact that pushed him away.

He then noticed something and took the rock to threw it on the fortuneteller's head.

In ease, the fortuneteller dodged the thrown rocks, and looking at the rock that turn to dust when it hit the nearest wall, she tittered, "I heard the whispers, the dead told me much about you seems like you are famous amongst the dead."

"My honor," Jung Hwa answered calmly, facing another bout of invisible attacks from the woman and he ran across the yard, letting the attack continuous attack to hit the tall cemented fence that rounded the house.

"Seeing how you still stay with him, I can only draw two conclusion, Seoyeon," the fortuneteller suddenly brought Seoyeon who was standing on the side for a conversation. "This man brutally killed his mother and brother. Do you know that."

Seoyeon firmly looked at Jung Hwa who was fighting for her sake, her answer steady as nothing could ever break her resolve. "I do."

"Which mean you are either mad to trust a man who can stain his own hands with the blood of his families, or that he had not told you everything," answered the fortuneteller who was a little taken aback when Seoyeon's answer seemed to be determined.

"He did not have a choice. What he does is not wrong. It is the most wretched thing one could do but also the most cruelest thing that this world ever did to him," Seoyeon answered, she found that despite Jung Hwa's easygoing attitude, he suffered in a way that she doubted even she could go through with. It was cruel and her heart goes for him.

Seoyeon shifted her eyes to the fortuneteller before she owes back to look at Jung Hwa who dodged the rapid attack again.

"No one want to kill their family by choice, not even if they are mad."

"You are wrong," the fortuneteller dismissed her words, "There is one and it is the man who stood in front of you."

Jung Hwa's brows twitched and he used an opportunity to come next the fortuneteller's neck, sliding his hand again, "You spoke too much."

"I know you would attack from there," the fortuneteller said in ease, "Why? Scared that I will reveal your ugliest nature, pureblood? That you..." the woman didn't continue as her smile widening as Jung Hwa's hands struck deep to the woman's stomach only for him to feel a sharp pain on his shoulders.

Jung Hwa looked at his shoulders were blood had been drawn out. Although there was no blade, he felt as though he had been staked by something transparent to the eyes.

"Next will be your heart but enjoy this first," the fortuneteller hadn't complete her words as she struck her hands toward Jung Hwa and even tough he was quick to notice what the woman was trying to do and tried to escape, he found himself trapped on an invisible box.

The fortuneteller whispered something and all of a sudden, Seoyeon saw Jung Hwa stop on his track, not involuntarily as his movement suspended in a very odd way.

"Hwa!" Seoyeon went down from the house when he saw him fall on his knees. She tried to get next to him only to hit something similar to a wall that she couldn't see through naked eyes. 

A sharp scream echoed from Jung Hwa's mouth, his eyes shut tight and his fangs grew monstrously. The next time he snapped his eyes, she saw his red eyes turning black and vacant.

Seoyeon gritted her teeth, she didn't know what the woman did but Jung Hwa appeared to be suffering as if he was tortured inside the box that kept him inside.

Her eyes snapped to the fortuneteller who had casually patted her shoulders, "What did you do?!" Demanded Seoyeon. She doubted staying in the box was good for him. Each second he appeared to agonize more in pain.

Seoyeon used her hand to hit the box, only for her whole arm to be repelled, blood drawn from her skin that was scuffed by the invisible box.

Whatever it is, she need to put an end to what the fortuneteller did. "Let him go," she demanded, knowing only this woman can put an end to what she started. She doubted the fortuneteller would listen to her word and nodded obediently but asking was much better than standing there watching Hwa in pain. 

On hearing voice, Jung Hwa grunt's lower and he turned his face to look up on the sky, bellowing in pain, but Seoyeon doubted he knew what he was looking at as his eyes were vacant, as if his consciousness wasn't there in his body.

Seoyeon didn't have a good feeling of what the fortuneteller did.

The woman looked at her with a relaxed expression, "It is not deadly. You don't have to fret."

"I don't? It is not deadly but you cannot argue that it is not painful for him," Seoyeon snapped, and she frowned when the woman laughed at her word as if she was spewing jokes.

"Don't you remember what you told me before, Seoyeon? You said you can utilize your power; then why don't you try it now and release this beloved man of yours from me? I will give you this one chance and if you can prove to me that you are able to control that volatile power of yours, I promise I won't force you. I will even help you but—" The woman's smile then fell, "—you can't can you?"

Seoyeon clenched her hands, she closed her eyes, painfully agreeing on the woman's words as she found herself useless now. 

But Seoyeon also knew that to stand still will only rendered her more useless. She had to try! Once again Seoyeon brought her hands over the one of the four walls of the transparent box, feeling her skin sizzle for some reason. She bit down her lips hard to endure the pain, closing her eyes as she tried to pour her power while trying to remember what she had done in the hospital.

Her skin continue to redden, enough for her flesh to show as her skin scalded by the blazing heat of the transparent box. But hearing Jung Hwa's grunt of pain her pain felt no less than an ant's bite which was nothing that she cannot tolerate.

The fortuneteller had no eyes but the way her chin lower to the direction where Seoyeon was kneeling on her knees, she felt a bitter aftertaste on her tongue, her hand clenching tight in anger and frustration.

"Hold on, Hwa," whispered Seoyeon.

Jung Hwa opened his eyes, finding himself not in the yard of the fortuneteller's house. Where was he? asked Jung Hwa in his mind with a deep frown.

Before his answer could be found by looking around his surrounding, he heard a loud cluttering sound from his left and his eyes snapped to the source of the sound, finding a sight he remembered for his entire life.

There was his mother, pushing herself from the chair as blood flowed from her mouth, her red eyes had gotten dimmed while her fangs bared at him. 

How can he forget what he saw?

It was the same memory of that day where he had to kill his mother.