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TAROT WITCH
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TAROT WITCH: A SHORT STORY
The mood didn’t improve when I met her at the tarot card place.
Only, she was getting out of a cab.
She turned, saw me, and mouthed, “Fuck.”
I blinked, confused, and looked at her little shack, stuck between
two office buildings. No lights on. The door was probably locked.
“Care to… explain?” I asked.
“I had to go to a client’s home. Thought I’d be back before you
got here.” She came over, gave me a hug, then a kiss. But I was
cold, too confused to make it count.
“I help people who are grieving, okay? Over a loss. You have to
realize it’s not your everyday job.”
“And reading tarot cards does that?”
“It can.” She frowned. “All that other stuff, it’s just… side stuff.”
“That requires you to get dropped off by a cab—hold up.” I
blinked, staring at the license plate as the car drove off. “That—that
was government. Not a cab at all.”
“Yeah…”
I took her by the shoulders, staring into her eyes. “Leena, please
make me understand this.”
She squirmed, breaking free, and going toward the shop. “Let’s
talk inside.” Sure enough, she pulled out her keys and unlocked the
door. I followed her in, waiting.
The lights came on, her creepy room with its curtains and tarot
table all making this much worse, in my opinion.
“Explain,” I said, because I was starting to think she was running
around with some government employee, or maybe a diplomat or
something.
Her eyes went wide at my tone, and she laughed. Well, scoffed,
more like it. “Johnny, stick with me, okay? Don’t get all weird. Listen,
I’m doing something, I don’t know… real, for once in my life.”
“Which is?”
“I can’t tell you.”
I frowned, shaking my head. “Not good enough.”
“Goddess, why am I defending myself to you?” She turned, going
to her table and taking a seat on the opposite side. “I can’t talk
about it. NDA.”
“What the fuck’s an NDA?” I frowned, shook my head. “Non-
disclosure agreement. Of course, I know that. But, come on, how
long have we been dating?” At the look in her eyes, I held up my
hands. “Don’t answer that, I know the answer, I mean. Two years.
Two years, and you’re telling me you can’t even let me know where
you go off to late hours?”
“That’s right.”
“And if I think you’re cheating on me, if I’m ready to—”
She leaned in, eyes boring into me. “Don’t you fucking finish that
sentence.”
Shit, she looked hot when she was angry.
“I was going to… I mean, before this. I wanted to ask what you
thought about the idea of moving in together.”
She stared at me, completely caught off guard. “What?”
“You know. I know you’re not into the whole ‘relationship’ by
traditional standards thing, but… Maybe it’s a different type of
commitment? One where we can spend more time together, but still
not have labels.”
She laughed, but luckily it wasn’t a ‘laugh-in-my-face’ type of
laugh. It was a cute, adorable laugh. A pleased laugh, I noted, as
she leaned in. I followed the cue, taking her hands. “What do you
say?”
She bit her lip. Nodded. “Okay. Yes. Sure.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s try it.”
I frowned, motioning to her table with the cards. “Why’d you
looked so surprised? Aren’t you supposed to be able to read the
future or something?”
She laughed, frowned, and then laughed again. “Shut up and get
over here, I want you to kiss me before you say anything else that’s
liable to piss me off.”
A smart man knows when to kiss a woman, and I was happy to
oblige. And when her tongue met mine, sweet like the cherry gum
she’d been chewing, I couldn’t help but lean in, hands moving for
her pants. Her hand ran up my thigh, caressing the edge of my
bulge, but then she paused, pulled back. Looked around.
“Let’s go to your place.”
I glanced around too, very much ready to go, but totally
agreeing. Not here. The dark tones, the creepy cards… it all
reminded me of the Marine talking about seeing his dead wife. It
even bothered me that she took her cards with her. Like they’d be
watching us or something.
“I’ll drive,” I said, and we were off in a jiffy, all of our arguing
forgotten about.
The whole drive back we didn’t talk about her work situation
once. As soon as we were in my place, tossing aside coats and keys,
she led me to the shower to make it all up to me. Clothes on the
floor, steaming water caressing nude skin, she stuck out her ass and
put her hands on the wall.
I was ready, running my cock along her ass, slapping her with it,
and then teasing her asshole.
She pulled away, yelping. “Wrong hole!”
“Oh, I thought that was an invitation—”
With a laugh, she reached down and led me to her pussy, so that
I was doing her from behind, able to reach around and grab her slick
breasts and kiss her neck. Her orgasm came soon, her fists
pounding the tiled wall. Soon she was turned around, cleaning my
cock with soap and then rinsing it, grinning at me with anticipation.
She knelt out of the shower stream, taking me full in her mouth and
going at it until I tensed up, barely able to stand, and let loose all
over her. The convenience of going at it in the shower—she was
immediately able to rinse herself, and soon we were pressed
together, kissing, all problems forgotten. For the moment, anyway.
Days passed, and she kept coming home late. Still coming in at
crazy times, even going to work on Saturdays! At one point I was
sitting there watching Gladiator for the hundredth time—having
discovered it when going through a list of the classics—when I heard
the door click.
“Finally,” I called out, standing and quickly picking up the Pringles
I’d spilled and been too enthralled to bother with. “I was thinking, I
kinda skipped dinner so maybe we should order pizza?”
No response.
I put the Pringles on the little table by the window, heading to
the hallway to see what was up. We hadn’t had a fight since that
night when I’d asked her to move in, and while she hadn’t
technically moved in yet, she’d spent every night over at my place
since then. But there was no sign of her. Looking left, I wondered if
she’d snuck past me and made it to the bedroom already, so I
started back that way. The wood floor creaked as it always did, my
voice going higher than I meant it to when I called out for her again.
Still nothing.
I checked the bedroom and then the bathroom, frowned, and
then looked back at the door. I could’ve sworn I’d heard it click, but
now that I thought about it, maybe it had been a neighbor? The
doors were loud, and sound carried in this old building. I was about
to give up and go back to the couch in the other room when I saw a
light on in the en suite bathroom. A moment ago, I could’ve sworn I
hadn’t seen a light, but I frowned, rubbed my eyes, and walked over.
Clearly I was more tired than I’d realized.
“Leena, this isn’t funny.” Another click, then the sound of
sobbing. Light, distant. I stepped up and opened the door, or tried to
—it didn’t budge. The doorknob was cold, slippery.
When I stepped back in shock, the light went out.
“Fuck…” I muttered, then slammed my fist on the door. “Open
up! This isn’t funny!”
A shadow moved behind me and I spun, hating the way my heart
was thudding, sending blood coursing around my skull. The room
suddenly smelled like burning candles and… sage?
I took a step back, stumbled, and BAM! Hit my head, everything
going red and dark, and then Leena was there, at my side, the light
on.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “Shit, you had me scared.”
When I didn’t reply, she pulled out her phone, starting to dial 9-
1-1.
“No,” I mumbled, reaching out and moving her phone away from
her ear. “I’m—I’m fine. I think.”
“Jonny…”
“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, pushing myself up, all of what
happened coming back to me.
“Excuse me?”
“Playing like that, of course I’m gonna get hurt.”
She stared at me, then at her phone. “I think we need to get you
to a hospital. You hit your head and—”
“Stop. Just… don’t do it again.”
“Jonny, I came home late and found you on the floor groaning
just now.” She helped me up, then over to the bed.
I stared at her, trying to decide if I believed what she was saying.
Finally, I shook my head. “Someone was here.”
“You’re sure?” Her eyes took on that distant look they had when
she was holding something back from me. And now that I was
focused on her, it was clear there was something going on. Her light
pink hair, usually so well-kept—short and just below her shoulders—
had a wild frizz going on, and there were bags under her eyes.
Focusing on her eyes, it was hard not to notice how bloodshot they
were.
“Work again?” I asked, focusing on what she’d said. “You need to
tell them to fuck off.”
“Jonny.” She shook her head, frowning. “That’s not helpful.”
“Look at you!” I stood up, pausing to put a hand on the wall for
balance before gesturing at myself. “For that matter, look at me. At
us. This—this is what that place is doing to us, and I don’t even
know what that place is.”
She buried her face in her hands, letting out a frustrated growl.
“Dammit, I’m telling you, this is bigger than us. This is huge.”
“Bigger than… us?” Now I was leaning against the wall for
emotional as well as physical support. “You’re saying if I put my foot
down? If I said it was me or this new job, what? You’d break up with
me?”
Her eyes met mine, cold. “We can’t break up, if…”
“Oh, fuck you.” I stormed out of the room, not ready to hear the
rest of it. She was going to say ‘if we’re not a couple to begin with.’
Her and her hatred of labels.
I don’t even know where I meant to go, but ended up plopping
down in front of the television, where Gladiator was still paused.
Only, it was the scene where Russell Crowe’s character finally dies
(spoiler!), and I noticed someone in the reflection—short, in a
strange little outfit. Like a Bavarian maid? Turning around, I was
almost not surprised to see nobody there. I turned back to the
television, but the reflection was gone.
Maybe Leena was right, maybe I needed to go to the hospital.
But when I stood up to tell her to call, an eerie chanting from the
other room made me pause. Creeping toward the room, I paused at
the doorway to look in and saw her with hands outstretched,
muttering some sort of incantation.
I shook my head, wondering if I was imagining things, because I
could’ve sworn there were little lights moving around her head,
almost like jellyfish.
Fuck it, maybe I just needed sleep. Instead of bothering with any
of this, I stumbled back to the couch, laid down, and promptly
drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, as she put on her elaborate fortune telling outfit
—Chinese inspired and cute, but showing more cleavage than I was
okay with, she mentioned meeting her aunt for dinner that evening.
Of course, she had to go to work again. I was about to lose it, but
then just waved a hand, realizing I was starting to really not give a
shit. If she didn’t want to be around me, we’d figure it out.
Ironically, since she’d moved in our sex life had gone downhill fast.
Maybe it was the arguments, or the fact that she was always
completely exhausted.
Either way, I took matters into my own hands after she left, ate a
bowl of granola with raisins, and then laid back down to take a nap.
For a few minutes I lay there with my eyes closed, trying not to
think about it all. There was no denying I was bitter, but I’d
determined it was time to get over it. Or maybe I was starting to
think back on the idea that she might be cheating on me. My mind
flip-flopped, not sure where to land. NDAs were one thing, but this
was too much, I thought as I drifted off to sleep again.
My dreams took me to an even worse place, images of her going
down on me only for me to suddenly be in the room, some other
guy in my place. Me banging on a glass wall that made no sound.
Then I was up with a startled, confused jolt.
A hand was on my mouth. My eyes adjusted to see Leena
hovering over me, a finger to her lips, her eyes wide.
“I fucked up,” she whispered.
I moved her hand aside, starting to prop myself up. “If this is
your idea of an apology—”
She knocked me back, hand on my mouth again. “Shh, shhhhh.”
I was about to push her away again, but the look in her eyes
wasn’t sorrow or guilt, it was true fear. A look I had never seen on
her before, and one that didn’t leave me with any idea what to do
next. She nodded, apparently seeing I’d gotten the message. Next
she pulled back, motioning for me to go to the closet, where she
followed, waving her hands around the room in a very mystical way.
Again, I wanted to say something. To ask what the hell she was
doing… but remembering the fear in her eyes, I went with it.
Admittedly, a hint of fear had now begun to creep up on me.
Mostly I was annoyed. If there was an intruder in the house, she
didn’t think I could handle it? We crept across to the closet, but my
eyes darted over to the bathroom door, where light was showing
through the cracks. Something was very off here. For one, I’d gone
to sleep not long after waking up in the morning. There was no way
it should be this dark, no way I could’ve slept all through the day.
“What time is it?” I asked, but she held a finger to her mouth.
I frowned, losing sight of her as we climbed in and she pulled the
door shut so that we were in complete darkness. A thought hit me. I
remembered she’d once expressed an interest in getting more
creative in the bedroom. Since our sex life had taken a hit, maybe
this was her idea of effort? I decided to play the role, reaching out,
finding her ass, running my hand along its curve to—
“Cut it out,” she hissed, and then the door rattled as if someone
were trying to open it.
Silence.
Then the door thudded, rattling harder and harder, Leena
screaming as I tried to see in the darkness, to understand what was
going on. Telling myself this wasn’t happening, I went for the
doorknob, almost—but saw it glowing red. Straight out of Home
Alone.
From the glow, I could see Leena’s expression, slightly, as she
gripped my arm, looking horrified.
“Don’t leave me, Jonny,” she said in a low voice. “I’m sorry.”
Again with the rattling, and I held her close.
“Tell me. I need to know what’s happening.”
“Someone… one of the girls went missing today. And then the
whole way home I thought I was seeing things. Maybe hallucinating?
But I don’t think so, now. They’re after me.”
“Who? What’s going on?”
“The spirits… or ghosts, demons maybe? Whatever they are.”
She shuddered, pressing tighter to me.
“What. The. Fuck… What the fuck are you talking about?”
Silence, the lights returning as a sliver of light through a crack in the
door.
She looked up at me, then to the doorknob—no longer glowing.
“It’s complicated.”
“Try me.”
The expression on her face was one I’d certainly never seen on
her before. Fright, confusion… hopelessness?
“Leena, I’m here. I’m here for you.”
“You won’t be enough.”
That hurt, but I ignored it. “Tell me.”
“We need to get out of here first, get to my aunt’s house.”
“For dinner?”
She shook her head, reaching cautiously for the doorknob. “She’s
like me, one of us. She’ll know what to do.”
“A fortune teller?” I asked.
Leena opened the door, glanced around, and said, “More like a
witch. Now, run!”
The words barely out of her mouth, she took off at a sprint. I
hesitated, staring slack-jawed at the mess in our room—blankets
shredded and tossed everywhere, and what looked like blood on the
walls. Holy shit, if this was some sort of prank she was playing on
me, she wasn’t holding back.
To my surprise, I found myself believing everything she was
saying, and ran like a madman to catch up. Hey, at least I wasn’t
wondering if she was cheating on me anymore, as I was too busy
freaking out about whatever was happening here and wondering
how it related to her job.
We charged outside and made it to the car without any
problems, but my hands were shaking as I drove.
“Mind telling me what’s going on?” I asked as I turned, heading
toward North Glendale. “A girl went missing, and… whatever just
happened to my place?”
“Our place.” She said it as if on instinct, and it served as a bit of
an anchor for my emotions in this storm. “And yes, I mean, a
woman. Like me, on my team. She’s just… gone. And weird things
have been happening since.”
“How does the government use a medium, exactly? And how
does that relate to what you’re telling me?”
“It’s—”
“Complicated. Secret.” I swerved, realizing I was drifting and had
almost hit the next car over. “Dammit, it’s time you told me. I can
handle it.”
“You think so, but—”
“Leena.”
She sighed. “Fine.”
“Fine?”
“Fine.” A moment of silence passed as I merged again, then she
turned to face me, hand on my leg. “It wasn’t the government,
although they were involved, too. They’ve been looking into it,
poking their nose around. Asking everyone questions—which is why
I was in that car. But it wasn’t them, not really. It was LivreCorp.”
“The game company?”
“Games, simulations…” She indicated for me to watch the road.
“Yeah. About a month ago, when all this started, someone came into
my shop and said they didn’t want their future told, but had use of
my experience as a medium. At first I turned him down. The guy
wore this fancy suit and just felt off in so many ways. But then he
came back, and brought the other ladies. They explained to me what
this was, that it was a simulation to help grieving parties, just like
we did all the time. They were part of this group from out east, and
had sensed my ability to reach into the beyond.”
“What the fuck does this have to do with a gaming company?”
“Again, gaming and simulations,” she said, showing her irritation.
“And that’s what I’m getting at. They were creating a simulation to
let grieving parties interact with their lost loved ones. Data miners,
people from the FBI and whatnot who were experts at digging up all
the information on someone that could possibly be found, they were
pulling all of these people together to make the simulated lost loved
one as real as possible.”
“That’s… creepy.”
“I don’t think so, or didn’t.” She pulled her hand away, turning
back in her seat and staring out her window. “I thought it was
something I could get behind. They wanted our help, so that they
could better understand how to help people. What grieving parties
need to move on, to get closure. And… maybe more.”
“Hold up,” I said, finally getting it. “They wanted you to try and
actually reach out to the dead.” My hands gripped the steering wheel
as I tried to process this. “The company, and the government—
however they were involved—they… they hired actual mediums to
try and interact with the dead to make this simulation more
realistic.”
“More or less.”
“That’s so insane, so stupid!” I grimaced as I realized how
offensive what I was saying had to be to her, given that this was her
job and all. “Listen, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“You said it because you meant it, because you didn’t believe.”
She turned back to me again, and I glanced over. There wasn’t
much to worry about, as the roads were uncharacteristically empty,
even for a Sunday. Her eyes narrowed and she leaned closer. “But
can you still say you have doubts after what you saw?”
“I’m still not sure what I saw.”
She laughed. “Wow. That right there? That’s what we call denial.”
Finding our exit, I pulled onto the offramp, cautious as I knew I
was tired and on edge. “Let’s assume… for the sake of argument,
that my place was haunted or being attacked by spirits, ghosts—”
“Maybe demons.”
“Sure, okay, demons, too.” I sighed, coming to a halt at the stop
sign, then turning to her fully. “We’re trying to escape them by going
to your aunt’s house, because, as I recall you saying, she’s a witch.”
“That all checks out.”
“Except that it doesn’t, Leena. Nothing I said really checks out.”
A loud honking sounded, reminding me that I’d been stationary
at the stop sign for quite some time. I waved a hand in the mirror
and checked the streets, continuing on our way. The silence that
followed was almost as haunting as the chaos of my room, giving
me a chance to think back on all of the ghost and demonic movies
and books I’d been exposed to over the years. How could any of
that be real?
“Wait, what you’re saying,” I made a groaning sound, not sure
where it came from, “how? I mean, I get that you did the job, but
how does that connect to what you’re telling me?”
“We went too far, and I think opened some sort of gateway to
the afterlife. We played with fire, now the flames are leaping out of
the firepit, threatening to burn down the whole forest.”
“So this other lady then, she might have somehow gone over?”
“What?” she turned to me with a jolt.
“Through a portal or something, to the afterlife. Right?”
She leaned back, hands on her face, and cursed. “I honestly…
had… no… idea.” She sat up again, eager. “The thought hadn’t even
crossed my mind. But if so, maybe that means we can go through,
too. Find her, bring her back.”
“You want to go into the afterlife?” I slowed, much to the
annoyance of cars behind me. “Like… die?”
“No, like her. No death.”
I had to process this. “You actually think there’s a way to go into
the portal? Have you seen one?”
She shook her head. “I haven’t, but if she vanished like that,
then yes, I believe it has to be possible.”
Finally, we pulled up at her aunt’s house. I’d only ever dropped
her off before today, not gone in with her. Going up to the door felt
awkward, but seeing the old lady glare at me when she opened the
door, not moving aside to let me in, confirmed how this was going to
go.
“He knows,” Leena explained.
Her aunt Cindy glared at me, shook her head, and said, “You
shouldn’t have told him.”
“They came for him. What choice did I have?”
“Came?” Cindy eyed me, ran a tongue over her teeth, and then
finally nodded me inside.
The room was lined with various candles of different colors, lit
with crystals in key points, but even more, there were runes and
other etchings carved into boards set up, even the walls near the
doorway and windows. It had the feel of a crazy old lady’s place,
and maybe that’s exactly what it was. Two canaries were on a perch
by the doorway, no cage, but at least there was newspaper on the
floor below them although it was covered in bird shit and needed to
be changed. Other than that, there was the bead curtain leading to
a side room, which I imagined was where she and Leena did their
medium work. Leena had told me all about her aunt, how the
woman had taken her in when her parents had been killed in a
horrible break-in. How she’d taught her to deal with grief, to even
reach out to the other side. And that had led to who Leena was
today, the Leena I knew and was infatuated with, so I had to
appreciate that. With everything she’d gone through, I was in no
place to judge her for such an off-key lifestyle.
In a way, it was an honor to finally meet the woman who’d
played such a large role in Leena’s upbringing. But also, it was like
finally meeting the President only to find out his left eye twitches
every two seconds—it leaves you wondering.
“You… really listened.” Leena said, eyes wide, looking at the
candles and all.
“Yes, well… this is uncharted territory.” Cindy looked me over,
nose scrunching. “We don’t know what’ll really work, do we? Tell
me, boy,” she walked in a circle, eyes seemingly looking past me, as
if trying to see my soul. “How much magic do you know?”
“Sorry?”
“Magic. What type do you study? How long have you been a
witch?”
“He’s not, aunty,” Leena cut in.
“Bullshit.” Cindy waved a hand around my head, then frowned.
“There’s something about him, though, isn’t there?”
“Yeah?” Leena looked at me as if considering. “There was a
certain draw to him when we first met. Maybe…”
“What?” I shook my head, not ready to listen to them telling me
I had a magical aura or anything weird like that. At the moment, all I
wanted to know was how to return everything to normal.
A howling sounded, my eyes going to the window. The tall
evergreen out there had its branches blowing like crazy, so I had to
hope the sound was the wind.
I breathed a sigh of relief, but my next breath caught in my
throat at the look of worry in Leena’s eyes. Her aunt was already at
her crystals, going back over to check what I was thinking must be
runes carved into the door frame, and then returning to usher us
into the back room.
“The wards will hold,” Cindy said.
We found ourselves in a room very similar to the area where
Leena worked with her tarot cards, and the two entered into a spell
ritual in a way that reminded me of a prayer circle. I’d never seen
this part of Leena, and as much as I was not the slightest bit into
this—if anything, I’d been raised a Baptist, so… yeah—it was kind of
hot. Like my lady friend was some sort of real version of Hermione
Granger, only hotter and much more real.
I had to chuckle at that thought.
Leena’s eyes darted up at me, narrowing, and I wondered what
was wrong with me that I could find humor in a moment like this?
The wind was still howling outside, the lights even seemed to flicker,
though I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined it. Yet, I was smiling, enjoying
myself. Maybe it was part of their spell?
She couldn’t hide the upturn of her lip as she returned to the
chant with Cindy.
A pounding sounded and I startled, the smile gone. We all locked
eyes, frozen in place, until Yankee Doodle started playing from a
blinking device on the wall, and Cindy sighed.
“The doorbell,” Leena explained when I looked to her in
confusion, and Cindy was already brushing past me to head back out
to the door.
We followed, and when she opened it, I noticed two things right
away—one was the fact that it was sunny and there seemed to be
no wind. The second was a cute Asian woman, probably a year or
two younger than Leena, standing there in a black schoolgirl uniform
with a purple bow around her waist, hair at shoulder length and
curving in slightly under at the ends. Her eyes darted from Cindy to
me, then to Leena.
“Something’s not right,” the woman said, nodding to Cindy. “We
have to go.”
“This isn’t the best…” Cindy frowned my way, then nodded. “Yes,
okay.” She said a few words in Chinese, then grabbed her bag and
returned to the door, while this woman and Leena made eye contact,
something unspoken there that I couldn’t begin to read.
“What’s going on?” I hissed at Leena.
“The coven,” she threw my way, then addressed her aunt, not
the newcomer. “And us?”
“Stay put,” her aunt replied, closing the door for a moment,
turning our way. “Wait. Scratch that. You said this all started at
LivreCorp? A girl missing? Go, find answers. If it started there, that’s
where we’ll find our answers.”
With that, she nodded, heading for the door. The two left without
another look in our direction. Leena looked at me, worry etched
across her face as she gave me a quick kiss.
“Give them a minute, then we’ll go. We have our next move.”
I wanted to ask why I had to go, but hey, that wasn’t exactly a
boyfriend thing to say, so I nodded, standing tall. Maybe my attempt
at looking brave wasn’t working, I don’t know, but I certainly wasn’t
going to confirm how terrified I was by putting it into words.
“You have arrived,” the GPS told us, and I pulled up to an old
building that sat alone with a grass field on one side, a half-torn
down residence on the other.
“Arrived… where?”
Leena awoke with a long, stretching yawn, causing something to
stir in me that I’d almost forgotten about, my mind racing back to
the two of us in the shower. Sometimes people get complacent in
relationships, forget how hot their partners are. With her, I couldn’t
ever imagine that being the case.
“This is it,” she said. “I’ve only ever been here once before, but
it’s a hard place not to recognize.” She sat up and gave me a kiss on
the cheek. “Thanks for driving.”
I smiled, shrugged, and said, “Thanks for killing the demon
thing.”
She laughed, and we headed in. Before we could knock or try the
handle, the door opened to reveal Cindy, eyes wild.
“Everything’s changed,” Cindy said, almost hesitant to let us in.
She gave me a look like I didn’t belong, a look I thought we’d moved
past.
“We know,” Leena replied.
A look came over Cindy’s eyes as she ran her hand over her
niece, and then that hand went to her mouth as her eyes went wide.
“A demon?”
“As best we can figure it, yeah.”
“Eyes glowing and all,” I added, not sure how she knew, but
rolling with it. “And then Leena—”
Cindy grabbed my arm, shook her head, and then pulled me in.
“Not out here.”
She led us into the house, past a room where a man looked out
to see what was up. Candles burned, a woman standing in the
middle of a circle. So there were male witches, too. I guess that
made sense. He nodded curtly, looking at me as if I’d been
expected, and then ducked back in.
“When you said ‘everything’s changed,’ I’m guessing you meant
something on the level we dealt with?” Leena asked.
Cindy nodded, opening the right side of a set of double doors,
leading us into a larger room with folded tables and chairs pushed
off to the back of the room. A stage with a piano was beyond that,
and I had to figure this was some sort of community center or
something.
“I’m going to show you,” Cindy said. “Whether we should be
showing him or not, I can’t decide, but it seems he’s already in
deep, regardless.”
“It would seem,” I said with a scoff, earning a glare from both of
them.
Cindy paused, then indicated another door on the far side of the
room. “It’s… through there.”
The door had a small window in it, covered with a cloth. Light
showed through, purple, changing to blue. Then green.
“What’s through there?” I asked, still shaken from everything
we’d seen that day and not sure I was ready for more. Judging by
the look in her eyes as she merely pointed, not answering, I was out
of luck.
Cindy nodded, indicating for us to go.
I took Leena’s hand in mine as the two of us trudged over, her
hesitancy giving me the sense that this wasn’t normal for her, either.
She paused at the door, then pushed. Inside, a dark shape was
hovering above the floor over a triangle of light, candles around it
with the girl from earlier in a circle that had been drawn on the floor,
or carved maybe, that connected to the triangle.
We stepped into the room, the door closing behind us, and the
dark shape turned to face us. It was small, almost round, but had
thick arms and a strange head that seemed to lack eyes. Whatever
this was, it clearly didn’t belong on Earth. In a flash it lunged, arms
swinging wildly at the magical barrier that held it, and then it was
gone.
What remained was a shimmer in the air, a ripple around it as if
we were staring at a vertical pond and someone had just tossed in a
pebble. The girl wobbled, and I darted forward to catch her as she
fell out of the circle.
“Set her over here,” Leena said, helping me pull her towards
some cushions against the wall. They were like thick blankets with
what looked like Central Asian patterns of blue and yellow weaving
on them. “Tam, Tam, are you with us?”
The girl, Tam, groaned and her eyes opened to see me cradling
her like that. She smiled at Leena. “We’re getting this started
already?”
I frowned in confusion with a look at Leena, but she just shook
her head.
“Wh—what was that?” Leena asked, making me glad I wasn’t the
only one lost there.
“A rift… has been opened,” Tam said, looking almost let down
when I moved back. She pushed herself up to a seated position, legs
folded under her and off to the side. “We weren’t sure, but we
started testing, checking for interference from the spiritual realms,
the afterlife… it’s all unwinding. It’s… I don’t know, crossing over?”
“So that thing…?” I asked, not sure how to refer to it.
“I wish I knew.”
She massaged her temples for a moment, then looked at Leena.
“Whatever’s happened, it’s going to be so much bigger than we can
even imagine right now. And us, I think we’re going to be at the
front lines of it.”
“This isn’t our fight,” Leena countered.
“If it’s our fault, it’s our fight.”
Leena furrowed her brow, but clearly didn’t have a counter to
that.
Turning to me, Tam’s eyes took on that same look Cindy had
when assessing my aura. When Leena finally cleared her throat at
the awkwardness of the moment, Tam said, “He’s going to play a big
part in this too, I can tell.”
“You said something about ‘getting this started,’” Leena said, a
hint of unease in her voice. “What exactly were you referring to?”
“I know you might not be ready, or comfortable with it, but if
your aunt is right…” She pushed herself up, smoothed out her skirt,
and then stared into my eyes. No longer looking past me or at my
aura, but looking at me with a small bite of her lip. “We have to
unlock his… potential. “ She stepped up to me, eyes focused on
mine as she started unbuttoning her shirt.
“Tam…” Leena’s eyes were going from her to me and back again,
but I couldn’t read her expression. It was almost like she wanted
this to happen, but didn’t know how I felt about it. To be honest, I
didn’t know how I felt about it.
“Your aunt told me the whole story,” Tam said. “This aura of his,
this something special. Wouldn’t it be better to find out what it is
sooner than later?”
“We don’t know what we’re up against, or if he can handle it.”
“I can handle—”
“Shh,” they both shushed me at once.
I frowned, about to push back, but then thought better of it.
Leena wasn’t protesting out of a sense of sexual fidelity or anything
like that, but because of some magic reason. This lady, Tam, was
certainly nothing to scoff at, and having her help unlock something
within me, especially if that meant her removing her clothes, didn’t
sound like the worst thing in the world.
“He’s not a guinea pig,” Leena protested.
“No, he’s… what exactly?” Tam grinned, mischievously. “Your
boyfriend?”
Leena’s eyes darted to the floor, lips pursed.
When Tam turned to me again, I shrugged and explained, “We
don’t like labels.”
“Is that so?” Tam smiled wide now, reminding me of the Cheshire
cat. “Well, Mr. Not-Boyfriend…” She undid more of her shirt, untying
the purple bow as well, so that it all fell open and exposed a
lavender bra beneath, the soft mounds of her breasts pushed up.
“Are you ready to find out what sort of role you’ll play here?”
My eyes went back to Leena, who was still staring at the ground.
Before I had a chance to say anything one way or another, though,
Cindy burst through the doors.
“They’re almost here. I don’t know how, but they’ve found us.”
“Who?” Leena asked, clearly glad to have a distraction.
“The eastern coven,” Cindy stated, eyes taking in the situation
and Tam with her shirt open, but surprisingly not showing any
thoughts on it one way or the other. “It’s done then?”
“What?” Leena asked, her eyes moving to Tam. “You knew about
this?”
“It’ll take more than one of us,” Cindy explained.
“I… see.” Tam took a deep breath. Then nodded.
“Doesn’t matter though, because it’ll have to wait.” Several other
witches followed Cindy into the room, including the man and woman
I’d caught glimpses of on the way in. “We’re on the move.”
“We’re running from them?” Leena asked.
“Not running, just… staying clear. There’s something off about it
all—I saw it in the cards. We don’t want to have to deal with them
right now, so… move it.”
All of us went for the back door while two of the strangers
started doing their best to remove signs of their ever having been
there. Cindy shouted at them that there wasn’t time, and they
followed us out the back door, to a parking lot where a couple of
other cars waited. We piled in, me in the back seat of one with
Leena on one side of me, Tam on the other. I was about to ask what
was so bad about this other group, when I felt a hand on my leg.
I glanced down, expecting the hand that was now moving up my
thigh to be Leena’s, but nope, it was Tam’s. Not sure what to do
here, my head jolted to look at Leena, but she was watching. For a
moment, she seemed unsure, then she reached over, put her hand
on Tam’s, and continued to move it up, closer… closer. Then both
were kissing my neck, the pressure in my pants as a result almost
hurting.
How this would help us, I had no idea, but certainly wasn’t
complaining. As their intertwined fingers reached my bulge, I bit my
lip, trying not to make a sound, ignoring the fact that Cindy had
clearly just looked my way in the rearview mirror, and then it hit me.
The vision.
Demons. Not just a man with demon eyes, but actual demons
with long horns, shadows that moved on their own, skeletons with
cloaks that flowed as if in the wind. Flames, thrust aside, water
rising, blasts of magic exploding and wisps of light moving through
vast armies.
Eyes staring at me. Stark green, glowing bright.
And then, just as suddenly, it all pulled away as if vacuumed up,
flashing to darkness, and I was back in the car.
Holy shit, were we fucked. Good thing we had a plan, and
somehow… that plan involved two beautiful women caressing and
kissing me. We were fucked, and yet, I was looking forward to the
whole experience.
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— Hyvästi!
9.
— Sen sijaan sinä olet ylen viisas. Taasko sinä haukut? Enhän
minä oikeastaan kysynyt osanottavaisuudesta, vaan muuten vain.
Voithan olla vastaamatta. Nyt on taas reumatismia liikkeessä…
— Pirulla reumatismi?
— Missä siellä? Sano, miten kauan sinä viivyt luonani, etkö voi
lähteä? — huudahti Ivan miltei epätoivoissaan. Hän lakkasi
kävelemästä, istuutui sohvalle, nojasi taas kyynärpäänsä pöytään ja
puristi molemmin käsin päätään. Hän tempaisi päästään märän
pyyheliinan ja paiskasi sen vihoissaan pois: ilmeisesti siitä ei ollut
apua.
— Sinä olet tyhmä, sinä olet hirveän tyhmä! — sanoi Ivan vastaan
hangoitellen. — Valehtele viisaammin, muuten en kuuntele. Sinä
tahdot voittaa minut realismilla, saada minut vakuutetuksi, että olet
olemassa, mutta minä en tahdo uskoa, että sinä olet olemassa! En
usko!
— Mitäpä filosofiaa siinä voi olla, kun koko oikea puoli on turtunut,
ähkin ja älisen. Olin etsimässä kaikelta lääketieteeltä apua: osaavat
oivallisesti tutkia, kertovat sinulle koko tautisi aivan kuin sormilla
laskien, no, mutta parantaa eivät osaa. Siinä sattui olemaan eräs
innostunut ylioppilas: »Jos te», sanoo, »kuolettekin, niin tiedättepä
kuitenkin täydelleen, mihin tautiin kuolitte!» Taaskin tuo heidän
tapansa lähettää spesialistien luo: me, mukamas, vain toteamme,
mutta menkää te sen ja sen spesialistin luo, hän parantaa teidät.
Kokonaan, kokonaan, sanon sen sinulle, on kadonnut entinen
tohtori, joka paransi kaikista taudeista, nykyjään kuulutetaan
sanomalehdissä vain spesialisteista. Jos nenäsi sattuu tulemaan
kipeäksi, niin sinut lähetetään Pariisiin: siellä muka eurooppalainen
spesialisti parantaa neniä. Tulet Pariisiin, hän tarkastaa nenän: minä
voin, sanoo, parantaa ainoastaan oikean sieraimenne, sillä
vasempia sieraimia minä en hoida, se ei ole minun erikoisalaani,
mutta menkää minun luotani päästyänne Wieniin, siellä parantaa
erikoisspesialisti vasemman sieraimenne. Mitä siis teet? Minä
turvauduin kansanomaisiin parannustapoihin, eräs saksalainen
tohtori neuvoi hieromaan ruumista saunan lauteilla hunajalla ja
suolalla. Menin tekemään niin ainoastaan sen vuoksi, että saisin
käydä ylimääräisen kerran saunassa: tahrin koko ruumiini eikä siitä
ollut mitään hyötyä. Epätoivoissani kirjoitin kreivi Matteille Milanoon;
hän lähetti kirjan ja tippoja, jääköön hän Jumalan huomaan. Ja
ajattelehan: Hoffin mallas-ekstrakti auttoi! Ostin sitä sattumalta, join
puolitoista pulloa ja olisin voinut vaikka tanssia, kaikki oli kuin pois
pyyhkäisty. Päätin ehdottomasti painattaa hänelle sanomalehtiin
kiitokset, kiitollisuuden tunne vaati sitä, mutta silloin, ajattelehan,
alkoi uusi juttu: ei yksikään toimitus ottanut sitä vastaan! »Se on
kovin taantumuksellista», sanovat, »ei kukaan sitä usko, le diable
n'existe point.» »Painattakaa», neuvovat, »nimettömästi».
Naureskelen konttorihenkilökunnan kanssa: »Jumalaanhan
uskominen», sanon, »on meidän aikanamme taantumuksellista,
mutta minähän olen piru, minuun voi uskoa». — »Ymmärrämme»,
sanovat, »kukapa ei uskoisi piruun, mutta sittenkään ei käy päinsä,
suunta voi siitä kärsiä. Onko tässä mikään pila kysymyksessä?» No,
pilana, ajattelen, tämä ei olisi älykästä. Eivät siis painaneet lehteen.
Ja, uskotko, tämä jäi ihan sydämelleni. Minun parhaat tunteeni,
kuten esimerkiksi kiitollisuus, ovat minulta muodollisesti kielletyt
yksinomaan yhteiskunnallisen asemani takia.
— Et tiedä, mutta näet Jumalan? Ei, sinä et ole omia aikojasi, sinä
olet — minä, sinä olet minä etkä mitään muuta! Sinä olet roskaa,
sinä olet minun kuvitelmani!
— Mitä piinoja? Ah, älä kysykään: ennen oli minkä mitäkin, mutta
nyt ovat käytännössä enimmäkseen moraaliset, »omantunnon
tuskat» ja kaikkea tuommoista roskaa. Tämäkin on peräisin teistä,
»tapojenne lieventämisestä». No, ja kenelle tämä on ollut voitoksi?
Siitä ovat voittaneet vain tunnottomat, sillä mitä tunnonvaivoja
semmoisella on, jolla ei ensinkään ole omaatuntoakaan. Sen sijaan
ovat joutuneet kärsimään kunnon ihmiset, joilla on vielä jäljellä
omatunto ja kunnia… Sitä ovat reformit muokkaamattomalla
maaperällä, kun ne lisäksi vielä on kopioitu muukalaisista laitoksista,
— vahinkoa niistä vain on! Parempi olisi entisajan tuli. No, tuo
kvadriljoonaan tuomittu mies seisoi, katseli ja kävi tielle poikkiteloin:
»En tahdo mennä, periaatteen takia en lähde kulkemaan!» Ota
sivistyneen venäläisen ateistin sielu ja sekoita se kolme päivää ja
kolme yötä valaskalan vatsassa asustaneen profeetta Joonaan
sieluun, — siinä on sinulla tuon tielle pitkälleen käyneen ajattelijan
luonne.
—- No, kaipa siinä oli jotakin, minkä päälle kävi. Ethän tee pilaa?
— Siinäpä se, ettei. Hän makasi melkein tuhat vuotta, mutta nousi
sitten ja lähti kulkemaan.