New purposes:

Kira:

Two months have passed since the strange events that I experienced in Villa Philipides. Everything seems to indicate that Patrick isn’t going to return. I don't know why I keep expecting him to suddenly show up and give me the explanations he promised. I’m so gullible sometimes. I’ve returned to my work routine in the beauty salon in the mornings and at the established times in the orphanage. Although my aunt and the other servants lost their jobs at the Villa, they were satisfied with the pay, they were paid a year's full salary and even given a bonus for abrupt termination of their contracts.

I’ve come to sit in the park by the harbor, I like watching the ships go by in the distance or arrive and dock at our little harbor. I amuse myself fooling around and following the news on the Facebook profiles of celebrities and then the idea comes to my mind.
What did she say her last name was? Bruce Lee? Bruchein? I type the name and several profiles appear. I go into the one with the photo of the disheveled girl wearing glasses. Indeed, it is her. From her Facebook history I see that she posted a photo a fortnight ago, it seems to be the waves of the sea breaking against a kind of wall.

Wait... if she posted it a fortnight ago…then… She is alive!
I send her a friend request and a quick message on Messenger. I type in English, of course.

“Hi, I'm Kira. I want to thank you for saving my life. I didn't get a chance to do it the last time we met. I was terrified. Please reply as soon as you receive this.”
I disconnect the mobile data and compress my lips. Maybe he already knows... maybe he dosn't...

Before I loose my nerve, I quickly type the SMS:

Yolie is alive.

And I send it to Patrick. My phone rings instantly. Is he! I pick up.

—How do you know?-He shoots right away.

Wow, not even a "Hello Kira" or a "How are you Kira?" He went straight to the point.

—I found her on social networks, she posted a photo two weeks ago of the waves breaking against the boardwalk of her city, in addition the profile had her photo and her personal information.

— Are you sure it was her who posted that photo?

—Yes. When I did her hair treatment we talked for a while and she told me that that was one of her hobbies, to go watch the waves at that place.

—Okay.-he hangs up.

I groan, frowning at the screen of my cell phone. There was no "Thank you Kira" nor "I miss you, Kira." Theos! What an infuriating man!

Patrick:

—Your informant is right, sir. The girl is here in Hapiec and in one piece. Her co-workers believe that she spent two months working in a private clinic in Greece thanks to a contract. However, her neighbors say that she was kidnapped somewhere and that she simply doesn’t remember it.
— Does she look sick? Has she lost weight?

—No sir, on the contrary. I'd swear she's gained at least four pounds in the last few months.
—What about her social life? Has she any friends? Any romantic relationship?
—Yes. A friend, a neighbor comes to see her often. But no, she's not in a relationship, at least not right now.
—Okay Frank. Thanks for your service. You can come back now.
— It’s a pleasure, sir.

I hang up.

The witch is alive, I’m breathing a sigh of relief.
“Take care of them all and especially her. If she fulfilles her porpoise tonight, I die and yet she manages to stay alive, swears you'll take care of her.”

I was resolving a dispute between Mika and Olev, the twins belong to Vlad's coven but the Wallaquian Prince has lost patience with them, therefore he sent them to me. The twins older sister, Olenka, is Vlad's secretary and second in command. It all boiled down to a skirt fight. Both are in a relationship and strongly attracted to a Spanish girl, Jimena, the poor thing is called. She had the misfortune of running into the twins while on vacation in Russia.
In short: the twins demanded that I select which of them should keep the girl. Jimena can't make up her mind, she’s confessed to love both of them and the boys love her back. The problem is that they want her exactly as she is, they have no intention of converting her, but they think it's best if she stays with just one of them.

I recommended the option of them giving her to me, the girl is not my type, too small and voluptuous, I prefer my women much taller and athletic. I couldn't help but think of Kira. It was amusing to see how the twins roared and flashed their fangs at me in obvious rejection of my proposal.

I was about to give my verdict when I received Kira's message. I swear I felt my world tilt.

She apologized, I thought. Perhaps she asks to see me again, I thought. She misses me...maybe. But no.
Her news left me dumbfounded. I called her to make sure she really was convinced, afterwards I sent one of my men to investigate. I chose Frank because he knows how to camouflage himself and appear to be a harmless tourist.

To the twins I gave their answer:
—Share your human or I'll take her for myself.
They gave a hatred- filled glare me and Jimena trembled with fear. My unforgiving appearance scares humans, I know.
— Let her be with Mika on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, then go to Olev on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, also, allow her to get some rest on Sundays.

—I don't like this arrangement. I don't want to be with her on alternate days.
—Nor I.
— Well, you won't have her at all, period. I'll send her back to her country and you won't be able to get within a mile of her.

Jimena started crying right there. The twins glares became murderous but they tried to comfort their partner with kisses, caresses and sweet words, they were so tender with her... The love between the three of them was so evident that my dead heart felt constrained.
—Look at you. You love her and she loves you, what else do you want? Be content to share her or you will lose her. If you can't stand being away from her, then don't be...instead of forcing her to choose between you, both of you choose her. Why do you complicate this much an issue that is easily resolved? What are you afraid of?
From the expressions on the twins' faces, I understood their fear very well, they were afraid that their woman will get bored with them and leave them. It’s common amongst humans, for intense love to wane and finally disappear with the passage of time…Sometimes we can be so blind.

— Well then, let’s consider this matter settled.- I ordered and they left. The girl was the only one who bowed and thanked the verdict.

Now, two days later I'm standing right outside the door of a certain wench's apartment. What we had went to down the drain, but right now I have an excellent excuse to see her, at least. I've brought a peace offering, I hope it's acceptable. For the first time in millennia, I'm nervous.
I have two new purposes with which to fill my existence. I know from what I've seen of the witch that she would refuse any monetary compensation we could offer her, so… no. I've offered her absolute immunity instead. None of our people can go near her under penalty of life imprisonment and I have also decided to respect her privacy, she won’t have my people spying on her again. We'll leave her alone.
From now on I will concentrate my efforts on being a good Mégas.
My second purpose is... to tame a certain tigress... It would be very easy to use compulsion and mentally enslave her to me, but I think settling things between us the old-fashioned way will be much more... fun.