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off, but the bitch persisted. “I threatened her
and tried to close her out, but she was too strong. A few words and a powder
tossed in my direction, and I was lost. I can’t recall anything until I was
suddenly running through the streets of New Orleans headed for the airport.”
“How did you catch a flight right after mine?”
“Secondus comes with its perks.”
“The power of flight?”
“ Mastercard .”
Close enough.
“Private charter. Malcolm is not the only Primus with a
little pull in their home city. I couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes
behind you.”
“I hope you don’t get offended and eat my face, but your
story seems a little…well…bullshit.”
Honestly, Cyrus eating my face came across a tad less
frightening than the future currently at my heading.
“Believe what you will. I know you will regardless of my
telling you, but please know, I don’t care either way.”
Indifference, the first sign of honesty. If one is spouting
the truth, they tend not to give a shit who believes them or not. Liars need
you to believe their bullshit or it doesn’t exist.
“So what brought you back? I slapped you square across the
face and you didn’t budge.”
“I don’t know. I was actively running when I came around,
the gods only know why or how I came to be where I was.”
“What did it feel like? To be… under her spell .” I made the last more dramatic with a stupid voice
and more ridiculous hand gestures than necessary.
“Nothing. It felt like nothing. Whatever makes me… me, was gone. Not outside of my body
looking down, or trapped inside my own head. I literally mean gone. Until this
moment, your confirmation of my physical presence on earth, do I understand my
body was present. Only my essence was taken away.”
I chewed on that for a while. Azelie was capable of removing
someone’s essence and move on to
royally kick my ass without blinking an eye. That was power I’d never seen in
my lifetime. As if I’d ever seen or experienced anything close to magic. Having
nothing to compare it to, I could only ask myself one question. Do I think she is otherworldly? At this
point, I had to say yes. Five months of vampires—supposedly—and one tiny witch
bitch changed my worldview in a matter of twenty-four hours. Magic was real.
Curses, hexes, spells, shit-smear to keep the evil away, real. Now, about those
vampires…
“So…”
“No,” he answered without hearing my question.
“No, what?”
“No. I’m not a vampire.”
“What about…”
He answered again. Never looking in my direction. “Yes.”
“Shit. Stop! Yes, what?”
“Yes. Malcolm. He is everything you think he is,” he said,
creating more insults in my head than I could possibly spew out in one
sentence.
“Well, I knew he was a douche. I didn’t need you to tell me
about that.” I kept it simple.
“Funny. You know, deep down you always knew, what he is.
What they all are.”
I closed my eyes slowly and scoffed. “Vampires. Goddamned,
shit-sucking vampires,” I quoted.
“You could say that.” His plain and straightforward words
were out of character to say the least, but honestly, he really hadn’t said anything.
He’d only alluded to what he assumed I already knew. He was right, though.
Somewhere inside, deep in there where I keep my plans for dieting and quitting
smoking, I figured all the crap I’d seen on HBO and shit was true, and my
stupid ass had dove in head first.
Well, I’ll be fucked
sideways on a bed of Legos. Vampires. Someone call the WB.
Chapter Five
Fresno, the t’ain’t of California,
filled the horizon with its mediocre sky rises and freeways. Downtown wasn’t
much to ogle. In fact, it was mostly tramps and trash mingling about. From high
atop the freeway overpass, it looked like the intro to a post-apocalyptic
zombie flick. People wandering about amongst filth and dilapidation. This angle
of town was not flattering, and honestly, set a shitty tone for a not so
and tried to close her out, but she was too strong. A few words and a powder
tossed in my direction, and I was lost. I can’t recall anything until I was
suddenly running through the streets of New Orleans headed for the airport.”
“How did you catch a flight right after mine?”
“Secondus comes with its perks.”
“The power of flight?”
“ Mastercard .”
Close enough.
“Private charter. Malcolm is not the only Primus with a
little pull in their home city. I couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes
behind you.”
“I hope you don’t get offended and eat my face, but your
story seems a little…well…bullshit.”
Honestly, Cyrus eating my face came across a tad less
frightening than the future currently at my heading.
“Believe what you will. I know you will regardless of my
telling you, but please know, I don’t care either way.”
Indifference, the first sign of honesty. If one is spouting
the truth, they tend not to give a shit who believes them or not. Liars need
you to believe their bullshit or it doesn’t exist.
“So what brought you back? I slapped you square across the
face and you didn’t budge.”
“I don’t know. I was actively running when I came around,
the gods only know why or how I came to be where I was.”
“What did it feel like? To be… under her spell .” I made the last more dramatic with a stupid voice
and more ridiculous hand gestures than necessary.
“Nothing. It felt like nothing. Whatever makes me… me, was gone. Not outside of my body
looking down, or trapped inside my own head. I literally mean gone. Until this
moment, your confirmation of my physical presence on earth, do I understand my
body was present. Only my essence was taken away.”
I chewed on that for a while. Azelie was capable of removing
someone’s essence and move on to
royally kick my ass without blinking an eye. That was power I’d never seen in
my lifetime. As if I’d ever seen or experienced anything close to magic. Having
nothing to compare it to, I could only ask myself one question. Do I think she is otherworldly? At this
point, I had to say yes. Five months of vampires—supposedly—and one tiny witch
bitch changed my worldview in a matter of twenty-four hours. Magic was real.
Curses, hexes, spells, shit-smear to keep the evil away, real. Now, about those
vampires…
“So…”
“No,” he answered without hearing my question.
“No, what?”
“No. I’m not a vampire.”
“What about…”
He answered again. Never looking in my direction. “Yes.”
“Shit. Stop! Yes, what?”
“Yes. Malcolm. He is everything you think he is,” he said,
creating more insults in my head than I could possibly spew out in one
sentence.
“Well, I knew he was a douche. I didn’t need you to tell me
about that.” I kept it simple.
“Funny. You know, deep down you always knew, what he is.
What they all are.”
I closed my eyes slowly and scoffed. “Vampires. Goddamned,
shit-sucking vampires,” I quoted.
“You could say that.” His plain and straightforward words
were out of character to say the least, but honestly, he really hadn’t said anything.
He’d only alluded to what he assumed I already knew. He was right, though.
Somewhere inside, deep in there where I keep my plans for dieting and quitting
smoking, I figured all the crap I’d seen on HBO and shit was true, and my
stupid ass had dove in head first.
Well, I’ll be fucked
sideways on a bed of Legos. Vampires. Someone call the WB.
Chapter Five
Fresno, the t’ain’t of California,
filled the horizon with its mediocre sky rises and freeways. Downtown wasn’t
much to ogle. In fact, it was mostly tramps and trash mingling about. From high
atop the freeway overpass, it looked like the intro to a post-apocalyptic
zombie flick. People wandering about amongst filth and dilapidation. This angle
of town was not flattering, and honestly, set a shitty tone for a not so
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