July curled up with a blanket. He whimpered and choked; tears stained the fabric of the bed. The girls stood outside the bedroom. "What a baby." snorted Mokiri.
"He isn't a baby, he's mom just..." she bit her bottom lip. "What the hell is your problem?"
"I don't like vamps." she shrugged as if that solved every question she could ask. "Racist" said Cedrica.
She shrugged again. "So, my mama dead."
"We not discussing yo' mama!" exclaimed Torielle. "His mmaa is dead."
"Mine got shot." she cocked her head. "she had twelve in a litter by different niggas and ain't nobody cryin' about that."
Torielle and Cedrica looked at each other, "We don't know you!"
"I was sold!"
"That's what happens!" Cedrica reasoned. "Nobody wants a dozen fucking dogs."
Mokiri charged at Cedrica, pointing an authoritative finger. "You ain't me, you don't what it's like to be tagged and bred."
Torielle squinted, "How old are you?"
"Twelve!"
"So, you like sixty-four?"
She stomped her feet, "I'm fucking twelve!"
"FUCKING LEAVE ALREADY!" cried July from the bedroom.
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Cedrica opened the refrigerator door. There was milk, yogurt, salad, a container of leftover, soda, mayonnaise, and several wrapped sandwiches. She took a sandwich and closed the frige. Cedrica unwrapped the sandwich from the white paper.
A ham sandwich with mustard, pickle, onion, turkey, cheese, and lettuce. She bite into it and made a face, "It's something other than potato chips." She admitted she coud have had the chips with the sandwich, but those five bags were gone and in a toilet.
She forgave her. Cedrica sighed, "Tori..."
"Don't call me!" she called from the second den.
"Sorry..." she said anyway. "She just... clinged to me. Like I didn't want to go to the salon."
Cedrica walked patiently to the den, she stood behind the couch. "Something was wrong with that woman. Like..." she pouted. "Tori, she came in the bathroom while I was in there and started snorting powder. When I was at the salon, I saw like a group of bitches sitting in a circle kicking dust. I told you and you told me shut up."
Tori sat on the sofa with her chin in her hand. "Really?"
"Swear."
"How old are you?" she asked.
"You know I'm older..." Cedrica came around and sat next to Torielle. She grimaced at the warmth of the seat. "Where's Mokiri?"
"When are we going to start calling her Wyleisha?"
"You named her."
"I wish we had a dog again..."
"Can we please get a damn pitbull?"
"But she was so big and friendly."
"You don't have a thumb on your left hand for a reason..."
"I didn't know she was a werewolf.... shit."
"That's y'all fault..." Mokiri appeared behind them. "I fucked with you guys for a while."
Cedrica looked back, "And then you ditched us with the imp."
"I smell green on one of y'all."
"Who?" asked Torielle.
"That one," she pointed at Cedrica. "What about that woman who gave you the border pass?"
"I don't know her." said Cedrica. "You still have it?"
"Yeah..." Cedrica took the Canadian border pass out her left pocket. The photo on her card appeared like her, but older. A woman with red hair and diamond face. Her eyes pink and she wore a sliver necklace with a cropped flora blouse. "Is that you?"
"I guess..."
"Question, Mokiri what the fuck is your purpose?"
"What the fuck is my purpose?" Mokiri exploded. "What the fuck is YOUR purpose?"
"I'm Yahoska jr. This is Cedrica, my metaphorical sister. So, I'm a vampire and she's a fairy. Our kidnapper housed us and went to trial for killing HER," she jabbed her thumb at Cedrica. "Apparently, Davea was part of a cult and got in trouble for speaking against the leader. Also, we're payment."
"Wow..." Mokiri turned around. "So, what about the zombies?"
The two zombies Seamus and Godelieve stood wobbling from side to side. "He made another... guess he's still in the basement."
"He made another?" Cedrica quizzed.
"He was doing worship. He wants the one named goldie to be a witch but we don't have the ritual."
"You just have to practice..."
"Well... tell him that." Mokiri threw her arms up.
"Cece do you know?" Torielle ogled.
"no... yes," she supposed. "I like witch craft and I knew Davea kept a circle. Sometimes, markings will show because you in the 'game'"
"I'm sick of you saying game."
"It is a game!" Cedrica retorted. "Rap game, Hunger Games, fucking Wizard games. But the rap game is full of murder and lying niggas trying to have a 10-inch dick because they killed somebody."
Torielle gawked at her, "What?" her lips parted in astonishment. "I know Davea had a trap house!"
"What?" blurted Mokiri.
"A trap house!" Cedrica snapped. "Everyone has a different type like Witches are basically healers and sell Marijuana and methods."
"Like what?"
"Shit, did you witch's are librarians sometimes."
They couldn't hear it, but a pair of feet descended down the stairs. July stood between the walkway to the kitchen and second den. "If he wants to a witch, he has to ask a witch. She needs a coven."
"Cedrica?" said July, "Is that your name?"
"Huh?" she looked back over the couch. "Yeah..."
"I need a coven?"
"Yeah..." she got off the sofa. "I heard from a coven in Canada. We like 12 registered covens. So, Davea, she's not important cause she's dead--"
"How?"
"Somebody."
"Oh."
She looked at his eyes. He was uncomfortably pretty, a small straight nose, his face was kind of round. His skin a warm beige with slight freckles across his nose. "She got kicked from The Touch Circle."
"Why?"
"She was fucking with the blood cult and we got Tori."
He viewed Tori sitting in the second den, she waved peaking over the sofa. Then his eyes landed on Mokiri who narrowed her eyes. "What?"
"So, how can I meet The Touch Circle?"
"Stop looking at me and then don't talk to me!"
"You have to be Canadian. I don't know much about it." said Cedrica. He stood in thought, "Got an email?"
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"You said it's a registered coven. How does that work?"
"Please stop asking me things, I don't know."
July and Cedrica sat in the parent's room of the house. She gazed at the sexual object attached to the ceiling. "What's that?"
"Don't ask me things I don't wanna talk about." he had the laptop on his lap and searched 'Registered Canadian covens'. He was taken to a red and white government page. "Covens in Canada." he clicked the link and the page listed assortment of registered witch groups.
Les Sorcieres du Lotus Blanc
Coven of Compassion – DEAD
Coven of Clarity
The Spiral Tree Witches – Disbanded
The Light Coven
Wives of the Enlightened – Missing
The Night Garden Sisters – FAKE
Le Cercle du Sacre
The Boulder Coven – WANTED
The Touch Coven
The Fae Woods Circle
Witches of the Divine
Wives of the Unseen Moon
"What did the Boulder Coven do?"
"What did I say?" told Cedrica.
"Imma click it..."
"But it's right there..." she pointed out. "Look, its coven called fucking Boulder. I have to know." He clicked the link, What first appeared was a picture of a headless individual holding a card. It read: Avgust Babkin. Under the picture gave a small description of his sins.
'Avgust Babkin: Member of the Boulder coven. Criminal Penalty: Vampiric Worship, Gathering conspiracy, Assassination of Duncan Falkner.
Avgust Babkin was a Canadian worshipper. He did multiple dealings with Regal Prince in Norfolk Virginian.
"That's grand—Ah!" July pinched the bridge of his nose feeling a sharp pain on the side of his temple. "Juls, you ok?" Cedrica reached for his head. "I'm fine."
He skimmed through the article. "He killed an attorney?" he looked at the photo.
Attorney Rupert Gopal Bansal before and after death. Another photo showed under it of Rupert, he was at a restaurant with his client Chauncey Lyons. In the after photo, Rupert's death is shown, his body is naked and wet, his right arm missing and head detached from his body.
'It was noted that five pairs of bite marks were on the body'
"What happened," her lips contorted. July skimmed the article again. "He broke a deal with Chauncey," he read. That name sounded familiar. He shook it off and pressed the back button.
Going to, The Touch Circle. It listed the members
Members: 36
Head Witch: Ursula Ebonywood
Usrha: Briar Pickerin
Maid Witch: Orchid Sanguine
Sakura Dread
Pearl Crowe
Kamila Autumn
Jade Calarook
Evanore Monroe
Faye Angelsin
Fleur Discord
Laris Ash
Eliphas Vigil
Zander Sangrey
Mistral Riddle
Finn Devonshire
Pilan Woods
Kaine Moriarty
Zelotes
Allon
Methuselah
Hanielle
Olisha
Emilynn Holloway
Jaslene Fleming
Abdul Wadood Khan
Randa Sadiq
Rashaad Farooq
Corentine Tassin
He scrolled to the bottom to see it stop at 25. He stopped breathing and Cedrica furrowed, she shook him. "July?"
He pointed at his mother's name. "How do I get in contact with the Touch?"