Love CursePosted by spike_survives on 2006.08.16 at 19:10
Once she's done talking I join in the ritual. My focus still fifty-fifty on what we were doing. I feel like a fucking sitting duck on a porch in the middle of goddamn the day. But I gotta do all I can to keep us safe while we're on the run.
The symbols on the porch started to glow, the herbs were doing something, too, Dawn was watching
I was right. I hear the gun being cocked, and I push Dawn and
"Crawl inside the house," I tell them, and we all start moving.
Why bullets, I keep asking myself. They must know bullets don't hurt me.
"Fuck!" I exclaim aloud as I realize that the contract is for Dawn. Whoever put it out is a sadistic son of a bitch. This doesn’t narrow the list of suspects. Most of my acquaintances fall in this category.
When the girls are finally inside the house, I turn around, game face on, and I run toward the unlucky shooter. It takes me a while to catch up with him. He's a fast little demon. Soon, he's a dead little demon.
A car screeches to a halt in the driveway. I see the red witch of the east coast run inside the house. I'm going back myself, one of my sleeves smoking from exposure to sunlight. As I bend to pick up the umbrella, I hear one shot.
"DAWN!" I scream and slam in the invisible barrier when I try to run inside. "DAAAWN!"
A blue light, like a very powerful flashlight of a camera, comes from inside the house. I hear Dawn calling
"Dawn! Come here!" I bark.
The tone of command works. She comes outside running. I catch her in my arms. Her entire body shakes with sobs. I hold her tight, and rock her gently. I know we should leave, but I can't seem able to move. I'm relieved that Dawn's fine, but from her sobs, I understand that
I see movement inside the house and I start moving toward the car, pulling Dawn after me.
But it's not just
"You killed her," dark
Dawn is trying to talk to her, tell her it's not true, but I know the witch is past understanding. Past reason. I know the depth of her pain. And I know something else, there's no turning back for her. She doesn't have anything to tether her to sanity, the way I had Dawn, my anchor and my salvation. If the dark witch thinks I'm responsible for it, nothing will change her mind.
I push Dawn behind me, and I face her. There can be no running.
Dawn screams understanding and she jumps in front of me, talking, talking, uselessly talking to
It takes an eternity for the black eyes to leave mine. She looks at Dawn. She looks back at me.
"You are responsible for her death. You will pay for it."