32. Guy Says
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Guy
Year: 1983 1st of August, Monday, 3.40pm, Summer.
“I said NO Mr. Murphy.” The Enchantress stood abruptly, tangible rage permeating the already thick air.
I smiled wider and stayed in my seat.
“You will apply this obedience potion, I want it activated on the subject of my choosing, with the optimal settings as it were, you will do it now and then I will go on my merry way with no harm to come to me from you directly or indirectly now and for the rest of my days.” I smirked rolling up my sleeve and presenting the Witch’s favour that was tattooed on my arm.
Unbelievably the Enchantress became paler at the sight of my favour. Now that I had triggered it, it glowed.
“You absolute bastard!” She screamed. Wind swept through the room. “From the moment I met you, you’ve been nothing but a manipulative snake, as soon as this favour is complete I want you off my property. You are no longer welcome here and I will NEVER do business with you again.”
“Why would I care about that sweetheart? All my Christmases just came early.'' I snickered. f*****g hell this was a thousand times better than I thought it would be.
“Take me to your chosen ‘subject’ Guy. I want this over so I never have to see your vile face again.” Her tone was lethal as she stared me down, waiting for my instruction.
“I’m parked round the back.” I told her all the while grinning widely. “She’s in the trunk.”
The Enchantress ripped the potion off the table before stalking out of the room; a cloud of rage and her sad blue eyed puppy followed hot on her heels. I packed the rest of the cash away, looked like 6 maybe even 7k, and now that the potions no longer needed the padding I put my jacket back on. Excited, I went to meet them by my car.
The Enchantress stood next to my car shaking with anger. Her bare feet shifted with agitation against the asphalt and her hair was a beacon amongst the shadows.
Wasting no time I unlocked the trunk and pulled back the tarp. Behind me the Enchantress gasped.
“She’s a Brice.” She whispered, shocked. I didn’t know how she knew but I kept the suprise off my face.
“She’s a Vampire.” I replied with cool amusement.
“She is a Brice!” The Enchantress insisted. “I won't do this. I can’t. She’s a Brice.” I watched her start backing up and I was confused. Sure she was a Brice and ye, they were amongst the most famous and respected of the Hunters but I didn't see what I was missing here.
“Really? You're going to refuse the favour and take the curse because she is Brice? The last Brice at that AND a Vampire so I don't see what the problem is." I gave her a long look but she simply shook her head.
"She's a Brice." She whispered again.
I rolled my eyes.
"Alright then sweet cheeks," I started slowly closing the trunk. "Your funeral, and her’s I suppose." I shrugged. It was half way closed when she stopped me.
"Wait, what are you going to do with her?" She swallowed.
"No potion, no point. She'll be useless to me and as a responsible member of the Hunting community I can't very well just let a blood sucker roam around. I'm conscientious like that." I pulled at my jacket pretending to straighten it like I was some fancy businessman. The Enchantress just looked at me, waiting, with a tinge of fear in those big green eyes. She made no move and I couldn't decide if she got the point of what I'd said or not so I decided to make it crystal clear.
"I'll kill her." I told her matter of factly.
"Fine, I'll do it." The Enchantress said in a flat voice, resigned to complete the favour.
Grinning like the cat that's got the cream I lifted the trunk all the way up and took a step back.
She took so long just staring at Sally-Anne that I was starting to think she had changed her mind once again but before I could say anything Deet piped up.
"Do you need her out the trunk?" He said, like a good boy.
"It's alright Deet, there is no need to move Miss Brice." She said sadly, handing Deet the potion. Well if there is no need to move her what the f**k is the delay? I looked at my watch, impatient as ever. Time was getting on, it was almost 4. Hopefully the spell for the potion wouldn't take long. I wanted to be out of town, small town though it was, before the traffic got up. It was a case of driving till it got dark then pulling into a motel or if I passed one with check-in, parking and the room doors in the shade then I'd stop early. I knew where a few were but not round here. Firstly I didn't like hanging around where Witches were concerned, they attracted trouble, so I didn't know the area well. Second, most Vamps I met I killed or they escaped. I didn't go galavanting across states with them, ergo I didn't need to know where the shaded motels were. The few I know are because I'd tracked some of the bastards there and that was it.
The unwilling Witch finally moved. Leaning into the trunk she began rearranging Doll’s limbs so she was more streamlined. I watched with interest wondering how much of this was for her benefit and how much was necessary for the spell. At one point I could have swore I saw a little flash of magic when the Enchantress ran her hand down Doll’s left arm but I couldn't be sure so I said nothing.
Wordlessly the Enchantress signaled to Deet to hand her the potion back. She removed the stopper and then she froze. I rolled my eyes, what the f**k was the hold up now.
"There is an issue." She said in an empty tone, I gestured for her to continue. "This potion is normally ingested, Miss Brice cannot consume this, even if pour it in her mouth due to her... er affliction she is unable to swallow.”
“So it won't work if it’s just in her mouth?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t know how effective it would be, there is a chance it won't work at all.” The Enchantress sighed.
“I think I can fix that.” I grinned and got the syringe out of the car. The Witch looked like she might faint. “Ah come on, we're not scared of needles are we?”
“That’s massive. What do you even have that for?” She asked wide eyed.
“How do you think I sedated her?” I chuckled. From her shaking hands I took the Potion flask and filled the syringe. “Does it matter if I do it?” I eyed her hopefully. The opportunity to pump her with the agent of her doom was too delicious of a moment to pass up.
“Be my guest.” The Witch stepped back allowing me to step in.
“Normally I inject into the back of the ocular cavity - that going to service?” I asked, hovering over the still unconscious Doll.
“Yes.” She whispered “Just one dose will be enough.”
I was euphoric as I peeled back her eyelid and put the sharpness of the needle against her eye. This was a moment to savour. I was getting everything I wanted. The b***h wouldn't know what hit her.
I did it slowly.
There was an audible pop as the thick metal pierced the eyeball, for once I didn't find it gross but I heard the Enchantress heave before vomiting across the floor. DAMN, my day was just getting better and better. When the syringe was empty I stepped back. The Enchantress looked a little green and I couldn't help but smirk even more.
"For the 'optimal settings' as you put it a command activation phrase is required. What do you want it to be?" Her voice a little raw from vomiting.
"Huh? You lost me there Witch."
"Without a phrase Miss Brice will follow every instruction without pause regardless of whether you actually wanted it performed or not." She said patronisingly. "Example, it's the difference between if you said 'I command you to break a leg' she would break a leg but if you only said 'break a leg' she wouldn't'."
"Who's leg?" I laughed, but no one else found it funny.
"You will have to be specific with your instructions." She said dryly.
“‘I command’ is a bit archaic, almost Biblical don't you think? Not really going to fly under the radar with that."
"You can pick anything you want, Guy." Her voice resigned.
"Make it 'Guy says'." I flashed her my pearly whites.
"If I must." She rolled her eyes. "Stand here." She directed me. "And hold your hand out like this." She pulled on my arm spreading my palm face up over my soon to be slave.
"I will perform the binding spell and seal it with your blood. When the blood is spilt clearly say 'Guy says' and nothing else. I will then say the final line and it will be completed. I will begin now."
A tang of electricity flavoured the air around us like a 9v battery on your tongue. I waited with baited breath as the Enchantress chanted the spell. The words were foreign to me and it seemed to take forever, my arm ached from holding it out. To be honest I was expecting more. There was no fanfare. No glowing, no floating, no cool s**t; just the closeness in the air.
The chanting paused and a wicked looking knife appeared in the Witch’s hand. She ran it across my palm. Much deeper than necessary I suspected. I gritted my teeth against the pain, refraining from making any noise. The liquid pooled in my palm bright and glossy before pouring off the sides and splattering on Doll's chest.
"Guy says." I announced, clearly and without prompt.
The Enchantress glared at me with those hard eyes of her’s before uttering the final line.
My arm burned and seared as the favour mark erased itself from my skin. The deal was complete.
"I hope she kills you." The Witch spat before stalking off.
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