I set the trap knowing that some of them could sense us. Even see our essence, in the form of dust, under specific lighting. But no one ever told me about the things she could do…
“Hello?” she called out from the threshold. “I’m here about the ad on Craigslist.” Slowly, she walked through the living room and into the kitchen. She stopped in front of the window.
Moving only her hand and arm, she pulled a cell phone out of her jeans back pocket and read aloud from a bluish screen. “Roommate wanted. Female. Twenty-one to twenty-eight. I’m twenty-five, female, five-eleven. Employed. No parties. No smoking. No overnight visitors. Showings from nine to five. Walk in. Door is open.” She shook her head, put the phone back in her pocket and continued staring at the window.
I did nothing. Just watched her, thinking, She’s so lovely. Such perfect black eyes—
“You know,” she cocked her head towards the sunrays that leaked through the glass. “When I first saw this ad, I thought it was the job of a well-meaning and well-misguided vigilante taunting a mad killer. Time with the words convinced me that the beast behind the carnage was just overconfident; desperate. But you know what never crossed my mind? That this kind of butchery could have been the work of a female.”
I was so enthralled by the sound of her voice, by the way her hair fell around her neck, by those perfect eyes that I didn’t sense the energy shift until it was too late.
“Stupid,” she said, reaching through light and dust and grabbing hold of my essence.
The spell was subtle and unbalancing. I tried to focus, to drift away from her. But her hand was squeezing my center. My heart was beating against her open palm. Solidification was going to hurt, but I had to warn her. My chest spread around her wrist. The pain gave force to my scream. “Behind you!”
With her left hand still inside my chest, she turned towards the front door and fired a small gun at the fanged woman who was rushing into the kitchen.
The bullets made small crimson dots between the woman’s eyes. My hammer was slower to get to her forehead, but it got to it in time to turn the small dots into a hole big enough for death to enter and stay.
Before the blood loss and energy drain claimed my consciousness, I felt the hand of the black-eyed witch pressed against my left breast. Her magic mended flesh and bone with hot power that made my entire body want to melt under her touch.
Part II: “I Think I Made You Up Inside My Head”
photo by Kelsey Hannah