Shadow

Gypsies, Such a Pain in the Ass (Special Chapter)

1:00 am

God, she’s a loud ass mouth breather. Irritability, I swipe her synthetic hair out of my face and scratch my jaw. I don't see how women put that shit in there head, it's so fucking irritating and….itchy.

I slide my arm from under her body weight with ease.

I waited and made sure she didn't have one of her dream episodes. I already had a headache enough as it is.

Her shirt pulls back as I move and my skin connects with hers. It burns my skin leaving a stinging effect on my arm. I stealthy roll out of the bed and land on the balls of my feet softly. I stand at my full height, quietly padding over to my clothes from earlier. I slip on my jeans and t-shirt watching her sleep as I do so. Her thick lips pursed and her arms squashing her left cheek up as they fold under her head. Her back arched a bit and she sticks her plump butt out as her thick legs curl her into a complete ball. I wave my hand and her necklace appears in my palm.

I've never seen a witches pendant like this.

My eyes wander back to the place where it rested, her chest. My mind flashes back to when we were in the car on our way here; before she fell asleep. My lips tingle lightly with need and I turn away from her.

Keep it in your pants, Dante.

Great, my name doesn’t even sound the same because of her. A light airy voice, heavy with sass and attitude, speaks my name. I glance over her once more before I disappear into the night.

I appear in front of a dirty alleyway. To any human, it's just some regular filthy alleyway that one wouldn’t consider going down this late at night.

I walk to the brick building beside it and pull a brick back. Like a mirage appearing in a desert, an alleyway filled with mistakes dressed up in heels and beaten old top hats appears.

Illuminated by a bright string of bulbs; I walk down the crowded alleyway. Men in dirty clothing and rotting teeth to my right, the whore house where nymphs and elves stand out front, alluring eyes and flirtatious smirks, to my left.

“Hm, a shadow. Spend the night with me handsome” a nymph hums as I walk by.

I walk further down the down the alley and spot the place I've come to know all too well. A small back porch like shop with burgundy drapes littered with stars and moons imprinting in gold. The words ‘Distant Readings’ in golden cursive letters on the glass window beside the scratched old French styled red door. My boot hits the dry rot wood making it creak under my weight.

I yank the door open walking in to see a young girl around the age of ten. Silently, she sits with her eyes wide open with a hazel light emitting from them. She blinks and turns toward me.

“Grandmother has been expecting you shadow” her voice silky, untainted….youthful.

She stands at 4’11, not too much shorter than Krya.

Her name alone makes my stomach muscles retract and clench.

Calm yourself.

I grit my teeth and follow after the girl door to a small set of stairs into an open lounge room with low light, burgundy couches and chairs surrounding a small weathered circular table in the middle. And older women with long graying braids and a golden chain connecting from her ear to her nose pricing sat in the middle of the couch. Leaning back reading a dark brown leather bound book; her bright green eyes flick up to meet mine.

“Sit” she waves her hand over the various couches and chairs. I choose the one across from her and slowly sit down on the cushion.

“You look tired” her raspy voice speaks.