As above so below, I began chanting, show me the events I need to know. I let go of all and any other thoughts. As above, so below, show me the events I need to know. Taking in deep breaths, letting my physical body go. As above so below, show me the events I need to know. Letting my spirit slide into the black stillness of the astral. AsabovesobelowshowmetheeventsIneedtoknow, as above, so below, as above, so below…
“Aww, shit,” I gasped, realizing I’d overdone it, like I did so many things. Because instead of seeing what happened last night, I’d ended up in the back of my own mind and would not only watch the events that took place, but get to relive them, without being able to stop a damn thing.
Well, at least I didn’t go too far backwards. I was back in my bedroom, putting on the black leather and lace corset that Genie, my best-friend/wizard/siren, had gotten me for my big day. I was determined to figure out how to work the damn garter belt. I mean, really, who invented this crap? Oh yeah, a sorceress who could just flash her clothes on with no prob, not thinking about poor lil’ misfits who have had terrible incidents while trying to do so. Yeah, so not going there.
But, anyway, I was looking pretty damn good. The corset was perfect, hiding my love handles just so, shaping my big-ass boobs quite nicely with just enough cleavage spilling over. The leather of the boy shorts was the soft kind that was smooth as butter and didn’t ride. I even had my odd-colored hair cascading down my back. No, I am not exaggerating. It’s long and wavy and dark brown with some blonde, red, and black highlights. Like an anime style hairdo gone all wrong.
As I sat on the side of my bed, preparing for the dastardly task of working with the forsaken garter belt, something on the end table next to my bed caught my eye. A tall, skinny, frosty glass with something that looked like smoke coming from the top, and a note underneath from the third of our little triad, best-friend/wolf/sorceress, Deelah.
Hey Lee,
Just a little something to calm your hectic nerves and start the night off right. A wolfmist spritzer. Don’t worry, there’s only just enough liquor in it. It won’t knock you on your ass too hard. LOL. Just enough so you can relax through the twelve o’clock mark and not worry so much about what the rest of your bloodlines might have you turning into. LMAO. We love you girl and want you on your WORST behavior tomorrow.
Love, Deelah
“Sweetness,” I said to myself.
I gingerly took a small sip, because you never know what you might end up with when it came to D. Good intentions and all that. She may have been mixing liquor and potions all at the same time, and might have given me the wrong glass. You get the picture. But after a few delicate sips, it went down nice and smooth, with a touch of bite to it, so I decided to throw back the rest. Big mistake.
I didn’t realize I was feeling anything until I tried standing up and plopped right back down on the bed. All of a sudden, I got a major head rush and my legs couldn’t even hold me up, which was weird. I may be only now turning twenty-five, but this sure as Hel wasn’t my first drink. I chalked it up to drinking too fast. I ran a hand over my face and tried to shake the feeling off. That so did not work. At that point, I just wanted to get some water or something, anything, because this feeling was so not right. Second attempt at getting up was even worse than the first; I went to stand and landed on my knees. Bracing my hands on the floor, I tried to pull myself up, only to end up on my hands and knees, barely able to hold my head up. It was like a boulder on top of my shoulders. I would have fallen flat on my face had I not been grabbed from behind, none too gently, by a pair of rough, strong hands.
The stranger picked me up, then sat down on my bed with me in his lap. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head, and I fought desperately to keep them open.
“Who…the fuck…are you?” I rasped.
“Never you mind,” answered a deep, gruff voice. “Who I am is unimportant.”
“The…wards.” It was such a struggle to speak, to stay conscious. But every room in here had wards. No one was allowed in anyone else’s room without permission, except for the headmistresses of course. “How?”
“Those shabby sigils placed around here? Don’t make me laugh.” He began touching me then, and I was helpless to stop him. “Let’s see what merchandise the master has me picking up now, shall we?”
“Don’t…please…don’t touch…me.” My words fell upon deaf ears. I tried to open my eyes wider, hoping to see what this man looked like, but it was pointless. He wore a cloak, and there was no way I could try to pull it back. Holding me up by one arm, he took his other hand and roughly grabbed my breast through the corset. Then he slid his hand slide down my abdomen, then lower. I started breathing heavier, and though I should have felt violated, I didn’t. For whatever reason, it was as if his hand belonged there.
“Mmm…very nice equipment you have here, but that’s just the outside.” Using his thumb to push my underwear aside, he jammed one finger inside me, hard. I wanted to scream out, but I couldn’t find my voice. He took it out and a second later I heard him popping his finger out of his mouth. “Tastes lovely. But sadly, I have to hand you
