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  “No. He tried once. It didn’t work. I must be immune.”

  “That is amazing.”

  “Yeah. Really spectacular. What about me? Is this all I can do? Talk to dead people like this? Or is there something more?”

  “Yes. According to my book, the last living NecroWitch was able to raise the dead. Like actually make them get up and walk. They listened to her.”

  “Are you fucking serious?” She twisted his intestine causing him to scream.

  “Yes! Yes! I’m not kidding! At least it’s what the book says!”

  “How did she do it?”

  “I don’t know. It didn’t say.”

  “Were they like zombies? I don’t want to start the fucking zombie apocalypse.”

  “I don’t know. It just said the dead obeyed her. That’s all I know.”

  “That’s not fucking helpful.”

  “I’m sorry. Please don’t hurt me anymore. Let me rest. Please?”

  “You can rest. In hell.” She took the knife and sliced through his intestine as Eugene went still. His eyes frozen open in terror. She stood and looked at the blood all over herself. Walking into the bathroom, she removed her clothes and took a shower. Once she was clean, she wrapped herself in a towel and went into the bedroom. She doubted Eugene would have any clothes she could wear, but she wasn’t about to put her bloody clothes back on.

  In a few hours she had to see Henry again. God knew what kind of mutilated corpse he’d have her read next. She didn’t want to know. She wanted to figure out the extent of her abilities. Now that she knew his power didn’t work on her, she had some advantage. If she could just kill him, then she could use his body to find her mom and Maria.

  She pulled on one of Henry’s t-shirts and a pair of sweats. It was all too big, but enough to drive home in. Once she got home she went to her closet to find something more suitable. As she dug through her clothing, she wondered what she could do to use all of her abilities. She’d discovered this one by accident. Maybe the other would just come to her. Maybe not. Even if she could raise the dead, she wasn’t sure what she’d have them do or what they could do. Could she bring her mom back once the cancer took her? Or would it be like Pet Sematary and she’d be a homicidal maniac?

  Whatever would happen, she found her black body suit and pulled it on. It was one of her more comfortable outfits and allowed her to move freely. Hanging behind it was a black hooded cape. She hadn’t worn it in ages. She wasn’t even sure why she’d bought it to begin with. Looking in the mirror, she fastened the cape and pulled the hood up. She’d left the zipper on the body suit unzipped to just below her breasts, showing off ample cleavage. If she was going to be a NecroWitch, she may as well look the part; even if she had no idea what she was doing.

  Looking at herself in the mirror, she decided she looked hot as fuck. At least if Henry killed her, she’d look good in the process. Seeing her reflection gave her an idea. Besides being a NecroWitch, she was a dominatrix, and a damn good one. She had other abilities besides her magic. It was time she put that to use. While Henry absolutely disgusted her, she’d do whatever it took to save those she loved. She smirked at her reflection and winked at herself before turning away.

  Chapter 22

  Henry returned to the mansion and stopped by the room to check on Kellen List. When he opened the door, Kellen was in the corner, crying and shaking. Henry almost threw up at the smell. Kellen already had several times. There was dried vomit all along the floor. The two mutilated corpses of Kellen’s wife and son hung from the hooks. Henry put a handkerchief over his mouth as he tried to mask the smell.

  “Hey Kellen, how you holding up?” Henry asked.

  Kellen just sat there blubbering to himself.

  “Oh come on. Hello?”

  Henry bent down and looked at Kellen, but he was staring off into space.

  “Kellen? Hey bud. You still in there?”

  Still no answer. Henry held up his hand and moved it to the left and right. Oddly he saw nothing. No pain, no suffering. Everything was just blank. The poor guy had actually lost his mind. That’s the only thing Henry could figure. He turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving Kellen be with his dead wife and son.

  He headed up to his room, where the girl he’d asked for was waiting for him. This one was a curvy redhead. She was lying in bed, naked, flipping through a magazine, then looking up at him when he stepped inside.

  “Well, hello there,” she said.

  “And who might you be?”

  “I’m Kim. Kim Hill. They told me you wanted to have some fun.”

  “Oh, I’m always up for fun.”

  “Great, hun.” She sat up, revealing her full, round breasts with nipples so hard they could cut glass. She leaned back and spread her legs. Henry was glad to see the carpet did indeed match the drapes. “So what did you have in mind?”

  “Well, let me see. I kind of like it rough, if you know what I mean,” Henry said.

  “Oh? I love being spanked.”

  “I’d love to spank you. Come on over here. Let me see that ass.”

  Kim crawled to the edge of the bed, turned around and stuck her thick, round ass into the air. Henry ran his hand across it, squeezing it. He loved a nice full ass and hers was lovely. He slid his fingers in between her legs and teased her pussy. He felt her juices running down his fingertips as she moaned.

  “Mmm, babe. That sure feels good.”

  “Yes it does.”

  “I thought you were going to spank me.”

  He reached into his jacket and flipped out his pocket knife.

  “You’re right. Spanking is coming.”

  He grabbed a handful of her red hair and pulled her head back. She moaned as he thrust the knife into her asshole. She screamed and bucked as he pulled her hair while slicing downward. She continued to struggle as he pushed her forward thrusting the knife in and out of her asshole, slicing through the flesh and tissue as if he were performing an episiotomy from hell. Soon he cut through until her asshole and pussy were one large, gaping hole. She cried out as blood flowed from the opening.

  Still holding the knife, he shoved his arm inside stabbing her insides repeatedly while she screamed and howled. Henry didn’t even know what he was stabbing, he just kept doing so until his arm got tired. Once he was done he pulled his red, sticky arm out and straddled her back.

  “Oh my God! Oh my God! No! Please! No!” she screamed.

  He pulled her hair back further and held the knife under her nose just at the septum and began slicing. He cut away until her nose was hanging by a single strand of flesh. Blood bubbled out her nose as she made a sick gurgling sound. He grabbed a water bottle off the nightstand and held it up over her face and poured the water into the new opening in her face. She gagged and thrashed about as he held her down while pulling her head back.

  Her reaction was fascinating for him to watch. He wondered if it was possible for a person to drown this way. After a minute of struggling, Kim’s eyes went wide as her body went limp. He climbed off her and removed his bloody shirt. After a quick shower, he changed clothes as Jimmy came up and knocked on the door. Henry let him in, and Jimmy froze at the sight of the dead girl on his bed.

  “She ok?” he asked.

  “Does she fucking look ok? No. She’s dead as hell. Have someone clean this mess up. I’ll sleep in one of the other rooms tonight.”

  “Jesus, Mr. Thomas. This is the second girl tonight.”

  “What? Do I have a limit?”

  “No. Just saying. You got a lot of pent up rage. I got some good weed if you need to like chill for a bit.”

  Henry looked at him as if he had three heads. Why would he want to chill? He ran this city. No one on either side of the law would even think of crossing him. The only problem was, some of the Mexican bosses weren’t too happy with his recent promotion to upper management. He’d gotten word they were planning to visit in the next few days. This was one reason he needed Sab
le. He could kill them, and she could find out anything and everything they knew. She’d learn how they ran their operations, men loyal to them, and most of all, where they kept their money.

  That is, if she came around. He was sure she would. She had no choice with him having her mom and her hot little friend. Not as hot as Sable. Sable had a serious rack on her. Too bad his powers didn’t work on her. The things he’d make her do. He just hoped Sable didn’t figure out his powers didn’t work on her. Then again, he’d just torture Maria and make Sable watch. He glanced out the bedroom window, saw the sun was rising, and realized he hadn’t slept a wink. For some reason, he wasn’t even tired. After what he’d done to Mandy earlier that night, and then Kim, he felt good. He felt alive! Who had time to sleep? He sure didn’t. Instead, he headed outside and climbed into his Bentley. Time to go for a drive and clear the mind.

  Chapter 23

  Sable flipped her hood down when there was a knock at her door. Fuck. At first she thought it was Henry, but why would he be coming by here again? She walked to the door and looked through the peephole. It was a younger woman with long dark hair. She looked familiar but Sable couldn’t place her. Opening the door just enough to not have to undo the chain she stuck her head in the opening.

  “Can I help you?”

  “Sable?”

  “Maybe? Who are you?”

  “I’m Ember. I kind of met you at our one coven meeting.”

  “Ok. I thought you looked familiar.”

  “Yeah. I have been wanting to talk to you since. I tried to call Maria, but her phone is off. Her phone is never off so I got worried. Then I went to see Eugene and saw you leaving there. So I followed you.”

  “Yeah, that’s not creepy at all.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.”

  “You didn’t go inside Eugene’s place did you?”

  “No. Why?”

  “Oh. Good. No reason. So what do you want?”

  “Can I come in?” Ember asked. Sable didn’t respond right away. “I’m not going to hurt you. Not that I could anyway. I thought you were pretty bad ass. I’m new to this whole witch thing. I just had some questions about being a NecroWitch. I’d studied them some for a while. I want to be one but I have no idea how.”

  “You studied them? How?”

  “Some of Eugene’s books and other stuff I found online.”

  Sable undid the chain and let Ember inside. Ember looked her up and down as she walked in.

  “Why are you dressed like that? You about to cast a spell or something?”

  “Long story. Come in.” She closed the door and sat on the couch. “So tell me what you know. About NecroWitches. Eugene only told me a little and said I could actually raise the dead. Or that some can. How do I do this?”

  “I was hoping you could tell me how to be a NecroWitch? I mean, yeah, I’m a witch, but a new one. We sit and chant shit and do spells that may or may not be working. I want to do some real witch shit. That thing you do? That is the shit! For real! How do you do it? Like did you learn it?”

  “No. I told you guys. I discovered it by accident that one day. It’s like I was born with it. I don’t even know if just anyone can do it. It’s not like I went to NecroWitch school or something. This isn’t Harry Potter.”

  “Well shit.”

  “So what did you learn? You said you read all about it.”

  “Yeah. There was the one Eugene told you about, but there was another. She lived in Germany in the twenties. Apparently only actually did it a few times.”

  “Ok.”

  “But get this: the lady, her name was Esmerelda Fischer. She had been a school teacher, but she retired young. According to the story she had the kids in the play yard and there was a pond nearby. A few of the boys were throwing a ball around and one tried to leap for it and lost his footing, falling into the pond. I guess he hit his head or something because he didn’t get up. So Esmerelda ran over to pull him out and she did, but he wasn’t breathing. I guess they didn’t do CPR back then but whatever happened by the time she got him out, he was dead.”

  “Shit.”

  “Yeah. He was like twelve years old. So according to the other kids, she couldn’t revive him and the other kids started freaking out. Esmerelda stays calm the whole time and put her hands on the kid, like around his neck. She didn’t have to touch his guts or anything but she grabbed his throat like she was choking him I guess. She closed her eyes and a minute later the kid woke up.”

  “Holy shit.”

  “Yeah, I know. I guess people didn’t believe it at first, but all the other students, ‘til their dying days, retold that story. They were all freaked out, though. She retired a few weeks later and lived alone the rest of her life.”

  “Sounds about right.”

  “Yeah. No one wanted anything to do with her after that.”

  “What happened to the boy?”

  “Best I could find out was he got sick and died a few months later. Some people blamed her. But they don’t know what it was. It was like he just began to deteriorate, then died.”

  “You mean like a zombie?”

  “I guess so. I’m not sure. No one is. I kind of think she was using her magic to keep him alive. Once she went into hiding and got sad and lonely, the spell wore off, or she like released him and he just died.”

  “Weird. That doesn’t help me. I need to know how to bring back the dead.”

  “Why?”

  Sable rubbed her hands together as she looked at the ground.

  “This guy, he’s a bad guy. A really, really bad guy. He’s got Maria and my mom. If I don’t work for him he’s going to kill them, if he hasn’t already. I don’t know if I can save them. So I need to know how to bring them back if he does kill them. My mom is already dying of cancer. If I can bring her back…I don’t know. I just need to know if I can do it. How to do it.”

  “Why don’t you practice?”

  “On what? I don’t have a lot of dead bodies lying around.”

  “True.”

  “I may just have to wing it. I discovered my other power by accident. I just... This is driving me crazy.”

  “Maybe I can help.”

  “How? What can you do?”

  “I dunno. Moral support?”

  “How old are you?”

  “Nineteen.”

  Sable suspected she was lying. Under the black hair hanging in her face, was a total fresh-faced kid. At first glance she looked maybe sixteen. Not to mention the whole witch thing. She was trying way too hard. Jet black hair, black clothes and a crappy tattoo of a pentagram on her wrist that looked like it was done in jail.

  “Jesus. You’re a child. I don’t even know what the fuck I’m doing. I have to go back in a little while and either think of a way to kill this asshole to save my family, or work for him indefinitely and hope he doesn’t hurt them.”

  They sat there thinking when Sable’s phone went off. She picked it up to see it was Henry calling. She rolled her eyes as she answered.

  “Hey princess!”

  “I’m not your fucking princess.”

  “Well, fine. You ready to start your first day at your new job?”

  “Not until I can see my mom and Maria. I want to actually see them, be in the room with them and make sure they are ok. Then I’ll do whatever you want.”

  There was a long pause.

  “Well?”

  “Ok fine. Be here in an hour and I’ll arrange it.”

  She hung up and looked at Ember.

  “Ok. I have to get going,” Sable said.

  “What should I do?”

  “Go home. For real. This guy is not one to be fucked with.”

  “Ok fine.”

  “Practice turning people into frogs or something.”

  “Haha. You’re not funny.”

  “I know.” Sable adjusted her hood, grabbed her keys, and headed to the car. Ember walked along with her, and Sable watched her get in her car and drive away. As she climbed into
her car, she wondered if there was a special broom she could get to just fly around on. Shaking off the stupid thought, she started the car and headed back to Henry’s place. One way or another, she was going to see her mom.

  Chapter 24

  A short time later, Sable arrived at Henry’s mansion. The sun was coming up as she pulled into the long drive. She felt under her cloak along her leg. Using some tubing, duct tape and hot glue, she’d fashioned a sheath into the right leg of her body suit. The butcher knife from her kitchen fit it perfectly. It wasn’t the ideal weapon but all she had in case things went sideways. She parked the car and climbed out, heading to the entrance. Once at the door, she rang the doorbell. Some guy she’d never seen before answered.

  “You must be Sable.”

  “No shit.”

  “Mr. Thomas is upstairs. He’ll be right down.”

  “I want to see my mom. And Maria.”

  “In time. Please come in. Have a seat.”

  The man stepped to the side as she walked into the large home. The sitting room was very quaint with expensive furniture like you’d see in an old museum. She sat down and crossed her legs. Moments later Jimmy appeared.

  “Hey Sable. Henry asked me to bring you to his office.”

  “I want to see my mother. And my friend. I’m not going anywhere or doing shit until I see them.”

  “Look. I just work here ok? He said you can see them, he’ll take you to them.”

  “Fuck that. I’m sick of his games and yours.”

  Beads of sweat formed on Jimmy’s forehead as he looked around before lowering his voice.

  “Look. Have you seen what he can do? I have. It’s scary as fuck. If I disobey him, he’ll do it to me and that is terrifying. He’ll do it to you, too.”

  “No he won’t. His shit doesn’t work on me.”

  “For real?”

  “Yes. For real.”