Chapter 21: Left Alone...

“What the hell?”

‘Headache!’ was the first thing Erik thought when he woke up. It was evening; the sun was already past the horizon.

“Master, you are awake!”

“What has happened? Why I am here?”

“Don’t you remember going to the witch`s house last night? And then we went to rescue her sister from some bad people? You also got your back injured while shielding one of the witches.”

“A what? Who?”

He took a few breaths and tried to clear his head. “Tell me everything from the beginning.”

Tanha explained everything to him that had happened the night before.

Erik remembered going out with Alice last night, but once she was inside her car, everything started to blur, and then he woke up the next evening with no memory of the last twenty-four hours, and a blasting headache.

Above all else, Alice had a twin sister and they were both witches. He wasn’t sure what to think of that now.

He wouldn’t have believed it. Just before the storm, if anyone had told him that Alice was a witch, he would have laughed in that person’s face, but it was a demoness from hell who was telling him.

Still, he had his doubts...

“Where is she? Where are they now?”

“Oh, the weaker one came here early in the morning, left a truck, told me it was yours, and also gave me this envelope to give to you.” Erik took a white envelope from her hand, opened it, and a letter came out of it. He opened the letter:

Hey, Erik:

I am Marie, Minerva`s twin sister. Minerva is the one you’ve been fucking for the past few days. I know it’s kind of a surprise to you, but we are not normal humans; we are what humans call ‘witches’. I hope Minerva already told you most of these things last night.

We were here in this town to get a ‘Book’ from your friend Henry; the ritual in that book could help us get someplace where our pursuer couldn’t reach us. But our friend has found another way to go there, so we are leaving now. I know it will be hard for you to digest, but our survival is not possible here, so we have to do this. I hope you can forgive us damsels for whatever trouble we have caused you!

Minerva told me how she passed out when she came to my rescue. I can guess how Tanha must have fought against those assassins. (Minerva told me her name). Thank her on my behalf, not only for saving us sisters, but also for being part of my sister’s first threesome.

PS: Keep Tanha hidden. Our pursuer could reach her and send her back from where she came.’

Marie Bennett

He was feeling many emotions, but it was mostly anger that he was feeling throughout. It was happening again now. Though he was a bit angry with them, there was also a rage that was seeping out of his heart. Though he was feeling it, he knew it wasn’t his emotion. The headache that he was feeling since he woke up became unbearable due to the alien emotion that he was feeling; his mind wasn’t able to cope with all this turmoil and he collapsed.

A dark limo stopped outside an old house which, from its appearance, looked to be at least a hundred years old. A man in a dark suit came out of it. He appeared to be in his fifties, had wrinkles on his face, and his silver goatee suited his personality.

He walked to the front door of the house and pressed the doorbell. After a minute or two, the door was opened by a man who appeared to be in his eighties. His dirty blond hair was bound in a ponytail, and his eyes had a silvery shade in them. Though his body was wrinkly and worn out, his eyes were sharper than a hawk’s. He was holding an old wooden cane in one hand to support himself.

“Mr. Oblonsky. What a pleasant surprise! Why are you standing outside? Come inside.”

“No need for formality, Mr. Constantine. I am on my way to the airport to gather the dead bodies of my men.”

“Oh, my goodness! What happened to your men?” the older man asked in his calm and low voice, with a sympathizing tone.

“Mr. Constantine, no need to waste both of our times. I am here to tell you that you are not welcome here anymore. It would be wise for you to leave this place before I am back.”

“Mr. Oblonsky, don’t be so harsh on this old man. Where do you think I could go with this weak, old body?”

“Do you think me a fool, Mr. Constantine? Calling yourself old is one thing but using the word weak means you are stretching the word too thin. I don’t care where you go, but you should be gone before I am back.”

After giving his ultimatum, Mr. Oblonsky went back into his car, which then headed for the airport.

The old man closed the door and walked inside the house. From the outside, the house had a retro look; the interior of the house was simple. There wasn’t anything expensive or antique.

“Children nowadays don’t listen to their elders!”

He picked up the landline while talking to himself and dialed a number. After a few rings, someone from the other side answered the phone.

“Dear daughter, this old man asked for a small help, but it seems like you don’t care about your father anymore. What? Are you sure? What kind of creature is he? Dear daughter, you shouldn’t make fun of your old man. Why don’t you tell me everything?” The old man listened to what the person on the other end of the line was telling him.

“So, you are telling me the pendant that Old A’ng gave you reacted to a normal human, whom you saw fighting Oblonsky`s men? And that he not only stopped an assault vehicle, he then threw it like a toy? Is that all, or will aliens, unicorns and fairies also now be part of this story?”

After that the person on the other side spoke again, “Okay. Don’t do anything until I am there, okay? And don’t remove that pendant from your neck.” After the other person`s reply, Mr. Constantine put his receiver down.

He sighed, “The only thing at this age a father wants is to see his daughter get married to the right man and have her own family. But instead of that ‘Right Man’, why must fate push such a mystery into her life?”