Best Witches Issue 10
Bazo is quite handsome in his own way. His hair was a pastel shade of blue, pink and green I was quite jealous of. His dark skin was so clear and luminescent I was conscious of the acne screaming on my chin. His eyes were bright and shining. Everything about him radiated sex, lust, and want. To the point that with my background I knew he couldn’t be human or even a witch. There was something about him that was supernatural to his core. I wanted him badly. Knowing this was something he was creating I bit the inside of my lip.
“I could tell you about your family, but there is a price,” he told me, holding his glass and sipping it seductively.
“Is it sex? I could be okay with that.” I couldn’t even believe what I had said. What had just popped out of my mouth with no thought at all.
Bazo laughed, lighting his features even more brilliantly. “No, my dear, not that.” He reached over and touched my wrist. I gasped, finally feeling like I could breathe. The overwhelming need to jump him stopped instantly.
“Well, thanks for that. What are you?” I asked him, wondering how he created that field of lust and how he could instantly shut it off.
“Siren, merman, mutant; it has many names.”
“Oh, yeah, makes sense,” I said shrugging. “Thanks for stopping that, it was going to be quite the issue paying attention. So, what is your price?”
“Your firstborn,” he said with a wicked smile. At my glare, he held up his hands in surrender. “Just a favor for a later date, no questions, and I can call it in at any time.”
“No curses, no murder, nothing super-naturally illegal. As long as the information is helpful.” I quip back. Peyton, Finley, and I had spent hours trying to figure out stipulations that could backfire on us in situations just like these. As well as what we would wish for if we ever met a genie. We believe in being prepared no matter the situation. The girls would be so happy to find out it finally came in handy.
He raised an eyebrow at the quickness of my response. He seemed to be mulling over my terms but finally nodded.
“Understood. The book you’ve had come into your possession. It’s been passed down in your family to keep safe over the generations. The dagger has been passed down through another family over the years. They are two very powerful items that can be used for good or evil. Your aunt had managed to get her hands on not just the book but also the dagger. She had brought these two items together and started to use them for evil. She started to sacrifice things, the last unicorn even, as well as people for her dark magic spells.” He took another sip of his drink holding onto the silence to let this information sink in.
“Do you know how she got the dagger?” I couldn’t help but ask him. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I nodded. Killing more than likely, got it.
“She wiped out the last of the line that protected the dagger,” he said, seeming to rub in the fact that my Great Aunt Edna was a terrible person. “There have been murmurs that the book told her to do it. The book has a very long past of whispers pulling the evil out of the people watching over it. You need to be very careful.”
“I don’t know much about her; the family never really talked about her. I guess now I know why.”
“Your Grandmother didn’t want anyone to focus on it. She put the extra protections on the book and hoped it would be forgotten and lost to the abyss, but now you have it. You need to be careful about this book. It’s very powerful and very dangerous.”
“Did you know my grandmother?”
“I knew more of her, but I had met her once or twice. She was a force to be reckoned with.”
I nodded. She very much was a force to be reckoned with.
“I think the book is trying to get me to find this dagger. It’s sending me on a trip, and I think it means for me to find it.”
He nods, putting a hand to his chin pondering this news.
“That is very likely. I advise not to get the dagger. It’s been lost since the time of your aunt as far as I know. It should stay that way. I fear why might come to pass if you end up in possession of them both. Yet you are not the first to come to me about the dagger. A few weeks ago, a warlock was here trying to find out more information about where it might be. You need to keep an eye out. I believe danger is in store.” He looks up as if he had heard something I hadn’t. “I must go. I assume our bargain is in place?” He asks, and I nod.
He takes a knife out and slits his hand – blue blood leaks from the cut. I take his knife and do the same. We shake, binding the agreement. I felt a zap of electricity upon the touch. I really hope I won’t regret this favor down the road. I grab up a napkin as he slips out of the booth and blot my hand. Within moments he is lost to the lights and sounds of the club.
I needed a drink. So, I got up and went in search of the girls and something to wet my parched throat. I had to get something to dull the nerves that were singing within me.
Thank you, Sean Eike, for the photo this week.