by D. D. Miers
But my heart continues to beat. I draw breath. I want food. All of it. I even walk in the daylight. So, what does this mean?
Fuck, I don’t know. I’m still trying to process.
The last two days, nothing but need and want plagues me. I suffer from an insatiable thirst for something I can’t understand. A want for satisfaction. Desire. My skin doesn’t even feel like my own anymore. I hover over myself, watching helplessly as the pendulum drops.
Is Aurora Hedvige dead? Or do I still exist?
After hours on google researching “vampire transformation,” morbid curiosity got the best of me, and I’d indulged the crazy. I drove to the twenty-four-hour market and purchased a package of beef organs soaked in raw blood and a Twinkie so the clerk wouldn’t look at me like a total freak.
I took two bites, then forced myself to drink the blood.
Did I get the satisfaction I sought? No, instead I spent the entire night barfing over the toilet with severe stomach cramps.
I’m out of options and about to do the most desperate and ridiculous thing I can do. I came to The Yowlin’ Wolf looking for answers. Answers only one person can give me. When she’s not creating voodoo dolls and selling magic candles to the drunken tourists, Mama Lisette rents the third-floor kitchen for her catering business.
It seems absurd to imagine a woman whose flyers proclaim her the Madame of Black Magic cooking pork shoulder and corn bread with an apron on. But as my best friend Reina says, “Even voodoo queens have to pay their bills.”
At the very least, she’ll laugh at me. At the very worst, she’ll take my money, and I’ll see shit for it. All I know is, if Mama Lisette can’t help me, my second stop is the emergency room where I’ll beg for a psychiatric hold.
What makes tonight so do-or-die?
Plenty. This morning, I lunged for my best friend’s throat. She had to fight me off with all her strength, and I still didn’t stop. Not until she smacked me over the head with my favorite lamp.
When I finally awoke five minutes later, Reina was crouched on the floor crying. I’ve never had a propensity for violence, and I’m not about to start.
Coming to see Mama Lisette is Reina’s idea. She told me when her boyfriend’s ex had gotten out of control, Mama Lisette had helped her create a protection spell which seemingly worked.
Did I believe that? I’m not sure, but I’m also not in the position to be choosy.
A hand taps my forearm, and I turn to see Reina. “Hey, chickadee! Sorry, I’m late.” She leans in and gives me a half hug. “How are you feeling?” She flips her long bluish-black hair off her shoulder with her free hand. Reina is your typical gothic girl. She likes skulls, any shade of black, has a sharp tongue—and a hugely hidden heart.
Tonight, she’s wearing a tight black dress, which flares at her hips. The material changes from solid to swaths of gossamer material trailing behind her like a train. Her pale arms are covered in fishnets, and her dainty hands are covered by clunky silver rings and bracelets.
No one ever expected the two of us to be acquaintances—let alone best friends. Between my love for pastels and flip-flops, long, blond hair and California beach tan, visually, we scream opposites. Together, we look like a yin-yang symbol.
Even if our conversation isn’t secretive, the volume in this place requires us to huddle our heads together and yell.
“Considering everything?” I shrug. “As good as can be. I haven’t attacked anyone—yet.”
Reina frowns. “We’ll figure this out, Aura.”
Aura was the nickname Reina had given me when we’d first met.
“I should be the one asking you.” I lean back and look at her neck. Faded purple marks, which will likely deepen over the next few days, mar her ivory skin. “Are you okay?”
Reina orders a vodka soda from the baby-faced bartender and turns her attention back to me. “I told you, I am.”
“And you promise to uphold the plan, right?”
The plan to get me admitted, by force if necessary, if this last-ditch effort didn’t pan out.
“I told you I would.”
Reina refuses to state whether or not she believes me. Instead, she only claims she believes I believe. Whatever the fuck that means.
“Good.” I turn my head, and my nose twitches. Tendrils of different smells tantalize me. Desire mixed with sweat and blood formulate the perfect cocktail. The coppery tinge stops my perusal, and I narrow my eyes. Searching. Just as quickly as the scent torments me, it escapes my grasp like a plume of smoke. I continue my search and wrinkle my nose as a strong draft of too much aftershave hits me.
“Aura?”
Reina’s concerned eyes study me. “What?”
“I was talking, and you didn’t even hear me.”
“I’m sorry.” I shake my head, “It’s getting worse.”
“I know.” She grabs her glass off the bar and downs it. I think she is feeling less confident than she wants me to believe. “All right, let’s do this.”
Reina drops a twenty on the bar and starts toward the back hallway.
Two flights up a creaky wooden staircase, a right turn, and we reach the third floor. A scratched-up door sits at the end of the hall and the sounds of Spanish music echo from a window. A white, handwritten piece of paper with the words Mofongo Mama is taped to the outside. My stomach growls as the aroma of pan-fried garlic and plantains floats through the frame.
I haven’t eaten since the organs incident.
Reina raises her fist to knock, and I catch it with my hand before she touches the wood. “Do you really think this is a good idea? I’m starting to genuinely regret this.”
“It will be fine. I promise.” She tugs herself free and knocks three times.
Dishes clatter from inside and the music lowers. Footsteps snap against the squeaky floorboards until they stop on the other side of the door. The deadbolt clicks before the door cracks open.
“Yes?” A young girl in her mid-teens with curly brown hair stands on the other side of the threshold.
Reina says, “We’re here to see Mama Lisette.”
“For?” The girl pivots on her hip, as though she’s done it a thousand times.
“My friend here has a problem.” Reina grabs my arm and pulls me forward to stand beside her.
The young girl assesses me from my worn converse sneakers to the messy blond bun atop my head. “She only sees clients at her shop on Royal Street. Visit her there on Tuesday.”
As the girl moves to close the door, Reina uses her booted foot to wedge it open. “This isn’t the sort of situation where we can just ‘come back another time.’ Please, we need to see her tonight. Now.”
“Reina, let’s just forget—”
“No. You promised we would try, and right now, you’re not even trying.”
She’s right. I gave up long before we even arrived.
Reina and I have been friends since we met eight years ago. When she moved from Cali to Louisiana, I thought I died inside.
Now, that statement feels far less authentic.
We remained close over the years, and as soon as I finished my two years at JC, I packed up my things and moved here.
We’ve never faced a problem without each other. When her neglectful mother died and left her their house, we’d moved in and made it our own. Now, I’m apparently a bloodsucker, and we’re here together, facing that as well.
I take a deep breath and look straight into the young girl’s big, brown eyes. “Look, just tell her something for me—and if she still doesn’t want to see us—then we’ll go.”
“And what do you want me to tell her?”
God, I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud. “I think I was bitten by a vampire. I crave something I can’t discern, and I tried to attack her this morning.” I gesture to Reina.
Surprisingly, the girl doesn’t laugh or even smile. She leans her head to the side, keeping her gaze on mine. The throb of her jugular captures my attention, and I can�
�t look away.
“Wait here.” She snaps the door shut. A minute later, she returns holding the door open, ushering us inside. As we slip into the entryway, she stops. “You’ll need to take off your shoes. Mama doesn’t like the soils from outside brought in.”
I lean one hand on the wall and kick off my converse shoes. Reina does the same with her boots. It feels strange to enter her home without knowing her name. I introduce myself. “I’m Aurora by the way, and she’s Reina”
“Breanne.” The girl nods. “You brought money?”
Reina pulls a wad of cash out of her purse and pulls two hundred-dollar bills. She places them in Breanne’s palm.
Breanne doesn’t say anything. She takes the money and turns. I can’t tell whether she’s always like this or she doesn’t like me. Her bare feet pad down the hall ahead of us. I assume we’re supposed to follow, so we do. We pass several bedrooms and an arched doorframe which gives us a peek into a soft yellow-and-white kitchen. I can’t see the stove, but the aromas floating around are revving my appetite again.
At the end of the hall, the space opens up to a large living room with high tray ceilings. A small TV hums in the corner, the barely audible sounds of a reality show competing with the low music playing from another room. This apartment appears aged and worn but not unappealing. A sea-green recliner faces the television, and the back of a woman’s curly red-haired head perches over the top cushion.
Breanne walks up to her and whispers something into the woman’s ear. She picks up a remote from the end table, clicks the TV off, and spins around.
I’m shocked to see that Mama Lisette is barely older than us, maybe late twenties at the most. Her strawberry blond hair falls in curls around her tan, heart-shaped face. She looks so different from the flyers. I imagine she must wear lots of makeup and a wig when she’s playing the Madame of Black Magic.
“So, which one of you needs my help?”
I raise my hand slightly and smile. I’ve never felt more ridiculous in my life, but since no one else is laughing, I won’t either.
She keeps her eyes fixed on me. “You were bitten?”
“I’m pretty sure.”
“You either were—or you weren’t—so which is it?”
This chick isn’t fucking around.
I know it happened, but the longer I doubt it, the longer I have before everything in my life changes. “I was.”
The cushion creeks as she stands and takes three steps toward me. “Where?”
This is the awkward part. He’d bitten me just over my left breast. I have to tug down the neck of my blouse to show her. “Here,” I say, revealing the torn flesh.
The wound has yet to heal. If anything, it looks worse today than when it happened. Two red, angry bite marks surrounded by blue-green bruises and several other teeth indents.
She doesn’t ask my permission as she traces her hand over my wound and then pauses. “I need you to sit down.” She drops down to her knees before me as I land on the couch cushion. She returns her hand to my skin and closes her eyes. Her lips move, but no sound comes out.
No, this isn’t awkward at all. There’s just a voodoo queen holding my breast in her palm while she chants to herself.
I glance over to Reina. She smiles, encouraging me to stick with this even though I’m clearly not feeling it. Just when I’m starting to think this is a load of bullshit, everything in the room fades, and I’m thrust into a storm.
The world moves at an impossible pace of both slow motion and fast forward. Time lurches, and I’m back at work last week. My coworker, Ashley, drops her pen into the mocha she just bought. It splashes up and whipped cream hits her glasses. We both start laughing.
Time zooms again, and now I’m standing at the door of my car. It’s evening, and low fog has rolled in. I pluck my keys from my purse. Seconds later, a hand grabs me from behind. I drop my keys and scream, and time moves again.
I’m being slammed against a grime-covered wall between two buildings. Another flash and the stench of rotten garbage and something I can’t discern, something . . . metallic? My chest burns, and I open my eyes. I’m slumped against the wall as a man is biting into the top of my breast. I want to fight, but I can’t. I feel the strength leaving me.
White light flashes, and now I am standing in a blood-covered room. No, not a room, a chamber. Bodies litter the floor as a sea of ruby flows from the ground. A woman sits on a stone throne. She raises a finger toward me, and as something flies from her hands, time zooms once more.
I stand before a man. Everything about him is in shadow except the piercing blue of his eyes. He turns away, and a door slams shut in my face, an enormous K engraved on it.
“Aura! Aura!”
I open my eyes and see Reina and Breanne leaning over me. I’m flat on my back, covered in layers of sweat. “What the fuck?” I say as I sit up. My head spins from moving too quickly.
“What the fuck is right.” Reina turns from me to Mama Lisette who’s crouched on her hands and knees several feet away. “What the hell did you do to her?”
“What happened?” I ask.
“You had a seizure or something. It’s been almost ten-freakin’-minutes, and nobody here would let me call for help.”
Reina’s pissed. Breanne watches us both, and Mama Lisette stares at me like I’m a two-headed unicorn. At that moment, I realize she’s also covered in sweat and shaking. Did she see all of that? Did she feel it?
“I can’t help you,” Mama Lisette says as she climbs to her feet. “You need to go.”
With Reina’s help, I stand. “What just happened to me? Why do you look so scared?”
She shakes her head and moves toward the kitchen, but I follow. I grab her arm. She tries to tug herself free, but my grip is too strong.
It’s never been this strong.
We both look down at my hand, and after a second, I release her. “You said you could help.”
“I never said that I could. I only asked who needed help and what happened.”
“Then why did you let us in?”
She shakes her head again, and I hear Reina and Breanne come in behind me.
“I can’t help unless—”
“Unless what?” Reina snaps. “Unless we give you another five hundred dollars? Is that what this is? A shakedown?”
Mama Lisette slams her fits onto the counter. “Unless the vampire is still alive!” Her hand points to me as if in accusation. “But your sire is dead. Of that much, I am certain. There’s no way to stop the change now.”
“Holy fuck.” Reina practically falls into a chair beside her. “This is real?”
A million questions rush my mind, but I can’t formulate words. The sight of all that blood is doing something to me. My skin itches and aches at the same time, and a ravenous hunger, one I’ve tried to bury deep, has surged to the forefront of my thoughts.
“You’re at the end of this, Aurora. I’m surprised you haven’t already succumbed.”
Reina looks from me to Mama Lisette before she speaks. “How long does she have?”
Mama shrugs. “Hours. Minutes? I’ve never seen someone go as long as she has without turning.” She nudges her head toward me. “You’re running on empty, Aurora. It will only take one moment.” She snaps her fingers. “Then your control will disappear.”
“Can’t you give her something, to help?” Reina asks. “Cast a protection spell on her mind? Or something? Anything!”
Reina’s desperation shocks me out of my thoughts.
Mama Lisette shakes her head, “This is different.”
“Why?” I ask.
“You know why.”
“No, I don’t.”
“You saw it too, Aurora. You felt it.”
Reina grabs my bicep. “Saw what, Aura?”
“This kind of magic, this kind of power, it’s connected to something dark. Something ancient.” Mama steps toward me and places her hands on my shoulders. “The darkness is coming for you, Aurora. You
can’t outrun it. You can’t hide from it. And you can’t defeat it.”
“What are you saying?” Reina asks.
Mama doesn’t move her eyes from mine. “I’m saying Aurora is marked by death—and her time has run out.”
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