Ben could list off a million reasons why he hated many things, but still remained unexplainable was how he could hate, elves, fairies, werewolves, and such but not hate witches? Considering the beef they had for centuries, the question still remained unanswered because the young (old) man didn't feel like he should explain his reasoning to anybody.

Or he just didn't know why. To be fair, he hadn't met much witches in his life them after continuously roaming the earth for another hundred and one year. But that cycle ended when he met you, someone who he met in the middle of the empty forest while he was sucking the life out of someone (not in that way, ew) while you were picking up ingredients for your next potion.

To this day he doesn't know how to feel about you, he doesn't hate you, but you weren't exactly as tolerable as you looked on that first day, you just seemed to make his life ten times harder! If God really existed, he's hoping that all the next witches he met weren't exactly like you. Not like anyone would compare, lol.

From time to time he could openly respect you would take the time out of your own busy day to get him a good amount of blood bags, he might not really say it cause of his ego and pride, the jackass did appreciate you. Only from time to time.

Nevertheless, today was exactly one of those days. Benjamin was just chillin' in the comfort of his home, his house. Till that peace was disturbed by the loud opening of a door and familiar footsteps that he wishes he could just forget, and then you barge into his residence like it was yours! It makes him regret not revoking the privileges of you having his spare key.

“It's like you don't even know what knocking is.” he rolled his eyes as he took another bite out of his crisps before another bold comment rolled off his tongue. “For a witch, i thought you'd be more knowledgeable.” And those same exact words earned him a slap from the very same thing he was about to digest, a loud 'Ouch' leaving his lips when the blood bag fell into his lap