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  • Writer: Rassy
    Rassy
  • Oct 4, 2016
  • 26 min read

"Mm..." Jezi struggled to open her eyes. She felt so tired, so very heavy. The room was dim and cozy, the warm blankets wrapping around her like a hug. She blinked twice, her lids scraping across her eyes like sandpaper.


"...Hey Darlin’..."


Jezi popped up, holding her head in immediate remorse. She tried to focus her eyes against the pounding in her skull. “...James?"

For the second time in her life, Jezi awoke, weak and in pain, to find James Bartholomew sitting by her bed. When her vision cleared she gave him a relieved smile. She didn't know how long she had been out, but she was glad he was okay.

"How are you feeling?" James asked.


Jezi nodded slightly. "How long was I out?”

"Few hours," he replied.


Jezi looked at him, noticing his face was devoid of it's usual half smile. He looked far too serious.


That didn't bode well.


"What's wrong?" she asked.


"... Desi's gone.”


Jezi squeezed her eyes shut and waited for her chest to stop contracting. "He got her. Somehow, he got her.”

"... Brandon." James leaned back in his chair with an odd look on his face. His fingers dipped into his pocket and he frowned a little.


Jezi barely heard him. She was thinking of Christian, her eyes narrowing in contemplation. "He won't hurt her. He wouldn't dare…"


Reality dawned, and she nearly laughed at the level of his cunning. "He needs her. It's the only way he can get in here, the only way he can get to..." She looked up and found James watching her.


"Fox said he stabbed you," James paused. "right through the heart.”

Jezi could feel the blood draining from her face. Her hands trembled on her lap. She had successfully avoided this conversation for nearly a century. The waiting had not made it any easier.

"James, there's something I need to tell you," she began.


James was calm as he pulled his hand out of his pocket, and then held it out to her. "Does it have anything to do with this?”


He uncurled his fingers and all of the breath left Jezi's body. A pocket watch, the pocket watch lie ticking in his palm, a beautiful bronze bomb ready to destroy everything she'd worked so hard for.


As soon as she felt able, Jezi dragged her gaze from the watch to James's face. She opened her mouth, but the words wouldn't come.


"T.J. told me," James confessed. "... a long time ago.”


Fucking T.J., she thought. Jezi hung her head. "He shouldn't have," she mumbled.


No. she should've told him... a long time ago. "How come you never said anything?" she asked.

James shrugged. "Probably for the same reason you never did.”


Jezi knew it wasn't a statement as much as a question. One she didn't have a good answer for. So Jezi did what she always did when she was backed into a corner. She focused on a problem she could solve.


"We don't have much time." She got out of bed and stood carefully. The room started spinning, but she soldiered on, needing to get out of there more than she needed to see straight. Standing in front of the door, she saw three doorknobs wavering in front of her face. She opted to reach for the one in the middle.


Success.


Jezi threw the door open to a cacophony of voices.


"Sunlight or silver?" Raven asked.


"That's what Robyn said," Fox replied.


"Simple, I find him, I drag him outside in pieces and I watch him fucking burn!”


"Blood magic brought us back, Love. We're confined here until the sun sets on All Hallows Eve," Raven explained.

Jezi would've smiled at T.J.'s patented logic of death and dismemberment, if she wasn't so pissed at him. She rounded the corner to a room full of familiar faces. It nearly overwhelmed her how much she had missed them.

Becky noticed her first. Sitting next to Fox, her knees hugged to her chest, she nibbled on her thumb in that nervous way she always did. Her eyes landed on Jezi, and she hopped out of her chair and ran, launching herself at Jezi.


Still weak, Jezi managed to catch her and not fall over. Once she steadied herself, she wrapped her arms around the tiny elf in front of her. "Hi, Becks... I missed you, too.”

"How ya feelin' little Jezebel?" T.J. asked.


Jezi silently looked up, glaring at T.J.


T.J. looked from her face to James, who was busying himself behind the bar. "Uh-ohhh," he chuckled, "I'm in trouble." He smiled with a slight hip swivel that showed he regretted nothing.


"You doing okay, Jez?" Ms. Prestone asked.


"Yeah, a little weak, but I'll be fine by tomorrow night. Now, we've got a lot to do between now and then, I suggest we get started." Jezi replied.


"Leaving here is not an option for any of you until the first light of the moon tomorrow. So, unfortunately, a preemptive strike is out of the question. We'll have to fight Christian here." Jezi sighed. "I doubt he'll be alone, I expect Savo will be with him... Taccone... maybe Sharon.”


Jezi frowned in concentration, running scenarios through her mind.


"That's an awful lot of vampires," Becky mumbled, her voice heavy with worry.

Jezi shook her head. "No, they wont be vampires. He'd never give them that much power." her voice was far away as she mentally connected with everything she knew about Christian Brandon. "He'll bank on their own vendettas against you.”

Jezi's fingers twitched as her mind raced.

"Are you sure?" Becky asked.


"She's sure..." James said.

He'd been so quietly going about his business, Jezi hadn't thought he was listening. That simple statement, so confidently delivered, was like a shot ringing through the room. Everyone fell silent, stealing confused glances at each other.

Ms Prestone cleared her throat. "Okey dokey. What do you want us to do?”

Jezi recovered, settling on the best plan. "He's coming for The Flower. No matter what happens tonight, we're not going to let him destroy it. And, the guests can't know what's going on. Our best bet is to divide and conquer.”

"I'll take Savo," Fox volunteered.

"It'll be fun to put a bullet in Taccone's ass I guess," T.J. spoke up.


"Sharon's all mine," Ms. Prestone said with a smile.

"Raven, I'm going to need your help getting Desi away from Christian, and get her somewhere safe." She turned to her left. "Biggun, you help her. No matter what, keep Desi away from everything.”


Biggun nodded. He wouldn't let her down again. "Yes, Mistress.”


"What can I do?" Becky whispered.


Jezi smiled. "I will need your help setting everything up, and I'll need for you to help James keep an eye on the party.”

Becky sighed with relief. "Don't worry about a thing. It'll be a great party.”


"Well, we have the divide all figured out. How about the conquer? How do you kill something that's already dead?”


Jezi's brain had already moved on. "We don't need to kill them, we simply need to contain them until dawn." She looked around. "Where's Liam?”


Everyone shrugged. "I haven't seen him all night," Fox said.


"Dammit, Desi!" she groaned.

"What?" Kristine asked.


"She's turned him into something. Okay, everyone spread out. Look for anything broken... or odd."




Hours later, Robyn looked up from the book she was reading. She angled her head and listened. Someone was down there with her. She tiptoed through the dark stacks aisle by aisle until she noticed a dim glow coming from one of them. Robyn turned to find Jezi at the top of a very long ladder. “Jezi..?"


"Shit! ... Robyn. Don't do that.”


"What are you doing down here?" Robyn asked. She cringed at the stack of books on the floor, and resisted the impulse to put them all back in their rightful place.

Jezi ignored her question and continued searching the top shelves.


"If you just tell me what you're looking for, I can help you." There was a desperation to Robyn's voice. The thought of her precious books out of place in disarray was nothing short of torture for her.”


Jezi climbed down with four large volumes in her hand. "I'm sorry, Robyn. I can’t."


"You know... I'm really good at keeping secrets.”


"You wouldn't be able to keep this one." Jezi smiled. "There's a heart far too large inside our Robyn Red Breast.”

Robyn frowned slightly. "Well, can I at least help you carry some of them?" She glanced thoroughly at the books in Jezi's arms as she bent down to the ones on the floor.


"No! It's... okay. I think I can manage."


Robyn nodded. "Okay, then. I'll leave you to it." She began to walk away.


"I promise I'll put them all back!" Jezi shouted after her.

"You know, you can't hide down here all night..." T.J.'s quiet voice startled her.


Jezi glared at T.J. and turned the corner.

"Aww, c'mon!" he trailed after her. When she stopped walking, he poked her ribs and backed away.


"Stop it, Taylor!”

"Ooh... Taylor, is it?" he mocked, poking her again. "Say, how come you brought Fox back first?" he asked.

"Because I can trust Fox.”


"Jezi..." he scolded. "He deserved to know, and I knew you would never tell him." T.J. leaned against the shelf and smiled at her. "He wasn't even mad.”


One flash of those dimples, and Jezi almost forgot her vow to hate him forever. "What do you want, T.J.?" she sighed.

T.J. shrugged. "Just to help. Because you and I know that Christian Brandon is not coming for The Flower." Her eyes closed so quickly, he knew that she had already come to the same conclusion.

"He's coming for James." Jezi sighed.


"What do you need?" T.J. asked.


"... I need Liam."





As they made their way back to the ground floor, Jezi was shocked to discover the sun was beginning to peek into the windows. Dawn was already breaking. Jezi rubbed her eyes and yawned.


"You should get some sleep," T.J. said.


Jezi shook her head. "Cant. I've gotta find Liam.”


"You're no good to any of us if you're exhausted.”


Jezi smiled. "Go bother Raven. I'll get to bed soon, I promise.”

A mischievous smile lit T.J.'s face and he winked at her and poked her ribs once more for good measure.

Too tired to argue, Jezi dragged herself around the corner. She didn't know why she was so shocked to find James busy behind the bar, but it stopped her in her tracks. The building sounded eerily quiet all of a sudden. She approached the bar slowly, but he didn't even look her way.


Jezi climbed up onto a bar stool, giving it a courtesy wiggle to test the legs. Unfortunately, it was steady as a rock, so the search for Liam would continue. After a few moments of maddening silence Jezi couldn't take it anymore.


"James," she began. "uh... you... you should get some rest.”


Without sparing her a glance, James scoffed. "I would love to, but since I've already found one leaky pitcher that you've left, I've now gotta check all the rest.”

Exhausted and annoyed, Jezi narrowed her eyes. "Fuck you, James! There's no goddamn leaky pitchers..." She rolled her eyes and slid off the bar stool grumbling to no one in particular.


"Oh really?" James slammed he pitcher onto the bar, and began pouring water in it. A small puddle began forming on the surface of the bar.


"This is ridiculous! I have taken care of..." Jezi gasped. "James, you're a genius!" she pushed his hands away, picking up the pitcher. She set it down on the ground and waved her hands. Liam appeared, curled on the floor, coughing up water. He leapt to his feet, wet and gasping. Jezi wrapped him in a hug, happier to see him than she had ever been.


"Where is she?! Where is that little witch?!" Liam shouted, pushing Jezi.


"She's gone, Liam.”


Liam's face fell into a frown. "What do you mean, she's gone?”


"She's gone.”


"But, but... she's coming back, isn't she?”


"Christian has her, but we're gonna get her back." She placed a hand on his shoulder and tried to smile reassuringly.


Liam blinked a few times before taking a deep breath. "What can I do?”


Jezi took Liam by the arm and led him away, talking rapidly.




Jezi awoke, not remembering when she had finally crawled into bed. It took her a few moments to realize that she had not, in fact, left the lamp on, but that the soft light filling her room was the sun lowering in the sky.

"Shit!" she yelled. She got dressed as quickly as she could, tried to be as presentable as possible. She opened the door and was amazed at the amount of activity that was already occurring.


Becky walked around shouting instructions and delegating tasks. Jezi had to admit. The place looked great. She smiled sadly as she looked around. Looks like they got along just fine without her. A rumbling hum hit her ear, and she could hear the band setting up. She had no doubt it would be a great party.


With everything well in hand, Jezi opened the door at the end of the hall. Liam was stepping off of a very tall ladder. "How's it looking, Liam?”


"We're all set here, Jezi." He folded up the ladder with a worried frown. "Do you really think it'll work?" he asked.


Jezi nodded. "Everything will be fine," she answered. It didn't have to work indefinitely... just long enough. The lights were lowered and the stage was set. They had a little over an hour before guests would start arriving.


Everyone had their plan. The air sparked with tension. Ever the perfectionist, Jezi went over things one more time. "Okay, when it starts, things will happen quick. Raven, you stay out of sight until signal you." She nodded to Raven.

"Liam and Biggun... you've gotta keep Desi in that room, no matter what. Remember, keep everyone away from the party as best as you can, It won't take long for Christian to figure out what we're up to.”


Everyone murmured their assent as they left to prepare for the party. Jezi looked at her watch, her nerves frayed that they were so close to the confrontation. She sat down absently at the bar, her fingers still fluttering with the movement of her mind.

For once, she had no clue what was going to happen, and she was actually afraid. She remembered the last time she felt like this.


A clink brought her mind back to the present, and she looked down at the mug in front of her, unable to suppress a small smile. James had never been a man of many words, so he was often in the habit of simply setting things down in front of her.

Out of all of his habits, it was one of her favorites.

Jezi took a grateful swig out of the drink and let it burn away all her trepidation. If there was one thing she could always count on, it was that she would do what needed to be done.

Silently, she began tracing a pattern on the top of the bar. She was careful to keep her whisper light, made sure her lips barely moved.


"James, I need you to do something for me..." she began.


"What's that?" he asked.

"I need you to stay behind the bar tonight.”


James frowned. "What do you think I'm doing?”


Jezi took a deep breath. "No, I need for you to stay behind the bar... no matter what happens…"


James looked at her queerly a moment before he noticed the deliberate motion of her fingers. He tried to round the bar "Jezi, don’t...!"

The incantation ended on a few shouted words, foreign and quick as Jezi raised her hand. She flinched when James hit the invisible barrier.

"I'm sorry..." she said.

"Jezi, let me out... right fucking now!" James shouted.


Jezi shook her head. "I can’t."


She knew she was compounding sin upon sin, but it was the only way to keep him safe. Christian was coming for him, so she had found a way to take him out of the equation.


"How am I supposed to manage the party stuck back here?!"


He was trying to appeal to her logically, but Jezi wouldn't be moved. She held up a tiny vial and dipped her finger in it. "You'll be able to make all the drinks, and Becky..." she began drawing on the bar, her fingertip stained red. "will be able to come and help you with anything you need.”


James stared at her, horrified. "Is that blood?!" When she didn't answer, he wrinkled his nose. "That's so unsanitary!”

Jezi turned to walk away. She decided not to mention the hair dropped into the mix.

"... Jezi... you can't keep me here.”

His tone gutted her, but she couldn't let it sway her decision. "I have to," she said, walking faster. They would be here any moment





The sun lowered in the sky, and soon, the world was dark, with nothing but the moon to light it. Jezi was vigilant at her post by the door.


She wanted to be sure to greet everyone who came. She wanted to make sure she knew the moment Christian arrived. Besides, she would do anything to avoid passing the bar.


With each passing minute, she grew more impatient. Facing Christian would be hard enough, but this waiting was threatening to drive her mad. She couldn't even go and get a drink.

Jezi knew they were there before they even approached. She felt Desi's presence in the crowd amassing at the door. Finally seeing her brought a knots to Jezi's stomach. Desi stared, eyes unfocused and lost. She blinked slower than usual, as if she had to remind herself to do so.

"Good evening, Jezebel," Christian greeted her with his usual smirk. "Do we... have an invitation?”


Jezi fought the urge to narrow her eyes at him. She wanted him to see the seriousness in her stare. She wanted him to know that she was going to make him pay for this. Jezi moved to one side, waving them inside. "Please, come in."


She tried to keep her tone civil, for the sake of the other guests. As they walked towards an empty booth, Jezi looked Desi over, making sure to take note of everything.


As predicted, Savo, Taccone and Sharon followed behind.


Once everyone settled in, Jezi waited for the first opportunity. She looked past the booth to where Raven was standing, her eyes just as focused on the new arrivals. Jezi could feel the anxiety coiling up in her. She had no doubt she gave off a cool exterior. She had too many years to practice not showing the true extent of her thoughts.


Her breath came in rapid and hard, but she trained her chest to move up and down in a relaxed pace. The ruse was nearly making her dizzy. The beginnings of a new song began to play. Jezi felt her apprehensions melt away with each strum of the guitar, and the beating of the drum strengthened her resolve.


She looked at Desi, and saw her brows twitch. Desi glanced at her as if she almost recognized her, as if she was seeing her through a dense fog.


Witch Hunters, indeed. Something in the music was calling to them both, tugging at something in their blood. Jezi looked ahead to find Raven slightly swaying, her eyes half closed.


Jezi began to whisper an enchantment, watching as Raven's clothes changed to mirror the ones that Desi wore. Raven caught her eyes and they recited together, silently over a crowded room until the resemblance was uncanny.

Now, if only she could figure out how to get Desi away from Christian. He sat without a care in the world, his arm stretched out around be back of the seat, fingertips lightly stroking Desi's shoulder. Before long, Sharon rose and excused herself, and Jezi searched for Ms. Prestone.


Kristine nodded to signal that she had seen Sharon, and was on her trail.


One down.


"Biggun, go wait with Raven. We'll need you to grab Desi and bring to my room... quietly.”


"Yes, Mistress.”


It was going to be tricky getting Desi out of the picture without Christian seeing them make the switch. Jezi had to remind herself to be patient. She was almost crawling out of her own skin wanting to make a move. But, she had to be smart, had to do time it perfectly. Jezi let the music wash over her again, relishing in the new sense of calm.


She watched everything and everybody. She saw the exact moment something caught Christian's eye. She followed his gaze to the bar, a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach forming alongside his devilish smile.

He moved slowly, like a man completely sure of himself. His hands in his pockets, he sauntered over to the bar, and Jezi stopped breathing.


Her biggest flaw was not believing in her own magic. She always worried that there was something she did wrong, some minor pronunciation that was off that would bring about disaster. Only when Christian reached out his hand, encountering the barrier did she breathe a sigh of relief.



"She's a clever little witch, I'll give her that," Christian said.

"That she is," James replied bitterly.


"Aww, what's the matter, James? You don't like being limited? Don't like being trapped?" Christian chuckled. "You should try Purgatory sometime. I have our little Jezebel to thank for that experience.”

"Wow, that sucks." James shrugged. "Hey Becky, take this round of shots to Mister Brandon's table." James smirked at the narrowing of Christian's eyes. "... For the inconvenience.”

Warily scooting around the bar, Becky scurried away from Christian and James, tray in hand.

"I plan to make her pay... for everything." Christian warned.

James blinked, his expression a blank mask. "Jezi can take care of herself.”


"That's fairly cold of you, James.”


James smiled, looking over to Jezi. As Christian looked in the same direction, James flicked a glance to Fox. "Like you said, she's a clever little witch."




Fox marched over to the table as Becky approached. Everyone could see he had choice words for Savo, who seemed primed and ready for a fight. Suddenly, Fox flipped the tray of drinks all over the table, and its occupants. Savo and Taccone leapt up, as Desi sat deadpan.


Everything was perfect, except that now Christian's attention was on the commotion in the booth. Jezi waved her hands and one of the overhead spotlights twisted and creaked until a beam of light fell across Christian's face.


A quick look to Raven and she sprinted forward. Biggun yanked Desi up from her seat and Raven quickly slid into her place. One hand over Desi's mouth and an arm around her waist, Biggun carried her off only raising a few eyebrows on their departure.

Savo moved to confront Fox while Taccone sat down, confident that everything would be taken care of. He spared half a glance for "Desi" before glaring at Becky, demanding she clean the table.

Christian slowly made his way back to the booth, tossing an arm up over the back again. His hand touched Raven's shoulder and paused for a split second, before resuming a lazy stroke.

Jezi's heart was pounding, and she thought she might vomit under the stress, but it seemed like their switch worked.


Jezi rushed off to her room. As she got closer to the door, she was thankful for the loud music. There was obviously a ruckus happening, but no one at the party could hear it. She opened the door and quickly stepped in.


Desi was giving Biggun and Liam the fight of their lives. It seemed like the only thing that mattered to her was getting out of that room, getting back to Christian. Such was the power he held over her.

The three of them fell over for the fifth time since Jezi entered and she knew she would have to take drastic measures. Reaching under the bed, Jezi pulled out the chains.


Despite the short notice, Liam had managed to find a few chains that were plated in pure silver thanks to a nearby occult shop that made it's living off of the Black Flower legend.


"Put her on the bed," Jezi demanded.


Robyn had said that sunlight and silver could kill a vampire, but since Desi wasn't exactly a vampire, maybe it would just subdue her. Jezi closed her eyes in a quick moment of hope then looped the chain around each of Desi's ankles.

"AAaaahHH! Burn... BURN!" Desi screamed.


Jezi looked at her legs, but could see no scorched flesh. Still, Desi's pitiful cries broke her heart. Liam helped her with the rest of the chains, as Biggun held Desi in place.

She struggled, complaining about the fire around her limbs, but she was at least contained. Jezi leaned next to her tear stained face.


"I'm sorry, Dearest. I must keep you here... must keep you safe.”

Jezi turned before she lost her nerve and headed for the door. "Watch over her," she said.

Looking at the table, Jezi saw Christian, Raven and Taccone still sitting there.


Two Down.


Somewhere, Fox and Savo were probably beating the shit out of each other, and there was no doubt that Ms. Prestone had Sharon well in hand. Where the hell was T.J.?


As if he read her thoughts, she saw him walking towards the table. By now, Christian must know something was up. It was going to be really hard to get Taccone to leave Christian's side. He wouldn't be baited easily.





Christian watched Taylor stride towards them from across the room. He smiled slightly. Clearly he was coming to distract Taccone, to take him away so it would only be him left.


Then, undoubtedly, Jezi would try some of her hocus pocus on him and save the day. Little did they know, he had no intention of falling in line with their plan. Especially when he knew something they didn't expect.


Christian leaned over, his lips a breath away from Raven's ear. He took in a deep breath. "Mm... you know, she may look like you, but you smell different. I noticed that scent long ago... islands and paradise. No one smells like you, Raven.”


Raven's panic-sticken look stopped T.J. in his tracks a moment before Christian showed his fangs.

T.J. rushed forward. "Take your fucking hands off her!" he yelled, launching himself at Christian.


The three of them fell to the ground and everything they'd worked for began to fall apart. Raven tried to grab for Christian, but he quickly overpowered her, pushing her away from the melee. T.J. got a few shots in, but Christian was clearly the stronger and simply toying with him. He wanted to entice Jezi into the fray, knowing it would work, knowing she would have no choice.


Jezi reached into the small pouch on her wrist and felt the smooth crystal in her hand. As Christian and T.J. wrestled around, she was able to sneak up behind Taccone, and ram it into his back. He went stiff instantly, standing ramrod straight, his eyes wide.

Jezi had worked on the crystals all night. She infused them with a powerful paralytic spell that should subdue their unwanted guests until dawn when their souls would return from whence they came.

She didn't, however, want to do it in front of the party guests.


More than a few people looked their way, concern on their faces. As of now, it simply looked like two men in an argument over a woman. Jezi quickly ran in between T.J. and Christian. She held her hand up to Christian, who laughed evilly.


"Do it. I dare you," he challenged.

Jezi motioned T.J. towards Taccone. "Get him out of here," she commanded. With a long glance towards Raven, T.J. finally complied.


Christian shook his head. "Still so loyal. You'd do anything to protect your precious Black Flower," he mocked. "Well, I know better than anyone how long your loyalty lasts.”

"Don't talk to me about loyalty," she replied.


For the first time, Christian let his anger show. "I could kill everyone in here, before you could stop me.”

"So why don't you?! Better yet, why don't you just kill me. I'm right here. I'm not running from you anymore.”

Christian reached out for her raised hand, pressing his palm against hers. "I don't want to kill you, Jessica.”


Jezi's heart clenched at the sound of her old name.

"... I want to make you suffer.”


Jezi caught his meaning a split second before he moved. With James unattainable, he would go for the next best thing.


Desi.


He was fast. Much faster than her. By the time she slid around the corner he had already opened the door to Desi's room.

Just like Jezi knew he would.


She slammed the door behind her, throwing them both into pitch black.


"We know each other far too well, Little Jezebel.”

Christian's voice sounded especially menacing in the dark. Jezi flipped the switch in the room, flooding it with uv light.

Thank you, Liam. she thought, as Christian screeched and stumbled backwards. He scrambled to the middle of the room, the only place the light could not reach. He faced her, seething, with a burn slash across his face that was already rapidly healing.


It was clear that sunlight would be a long and arduous process for trying to kill Christian, which is why she wanted a small area in the room where the light didn't touch.


For plan B, Jezi needed Christian to stay still. When she began the invocation, he glared at her. Only then did he notice the markings on the floor, the shapes and runes.


"Purgatory again, is it?" he asked.

Jezi ignored him, her voice rising as the floor began to shake and splinter, blinding orange light coming from the seams. No, it wasn't Purgatory for Christian Brandon. He'd already escaped that prison once. This took more drastic measures.

"I'm not going back," Christian growled, fangs bared. "At least, not alone.”


Shock barely had time to register as Christian plunged forward, into the light towards her. As the beams clawed at his skin, burning him, he pressed forward while Jezi rushed through the spell, her voice trembling as she tried to back away from him.

When he reached for her throat, she fought against him, still trying to push out the words that would take him away, the words that would keep them all safe.


He closed off her airways, and she choked on her own breath. Jezi fought to stay conscious. She couldn't let him win. Just a few more words…

Jezi fell to her knees; felt darkness closing in on her for the second time in her life.


“Christian!"

Christian released her and her knees buckled under her sapped strength and surprise. She didn't know how, but there was James, standing in the doorway. Jezi struggled to suck in a breath, attempting to resume the spell through her sore throat.

"Is this what you're looking for?" James asked, holding out the pocket watch.


"That. is. MINE!" Christian shouted.


James smirked. "... not anymore.”


"...no..." Jezi whispered.


As fast as the words fell from her mouth, she knew it would not be enough. She watched Christian's eyes, knew the moment that he decided that no amount of pain was too great as long as he could reach his goal.


The floor began to split beneath them, the boards falling away at the center point. In his rage, Christian turned away from Jezi, away from the portal opening beneath him. His attention rested solely on the pocket watch... on James.


Jezi struggled to her feet, words pouring out of her unconsciously as she ran towards James. Christian was faster than her, but the uv lights slowed him down.


He pressed his way towards James as the ever-widening portal gaped just behind him. Jezi leapt over the hole, stumbling next to Christian. She picked herself up, sprinting as fast as her skirts would carry her.


She saw Christian's hands reach out just beyond her, so she propelled herself forward, reciting the last words.


Christian's hands fell away, and a roaring denial filled the room as the portal slowly sucked him into its vortex, a second before Jezi threw herself over James.

For the second time in his life, James looked up at the ceiling, having been tackled to the ground by Jezi. James heard an exhausted giggle next to his ear before Jezi pushed herself up to look down at him. Breathing heavy, a wry smile on her face, she shook her head.

"I never learn, do I?" she chuckled.


James moved to speak, but suddenly she was snatched away, a slight gasp and the absence of her weight the only evidence of her departure.

Her vicious abduction belied by the acceptance in her eyes, and the smile she still wore as she disappeared into the portal after Christian. Two foreign words whispered bounced against the four walls before the portal closed, leaving nothing but light and air... and James sitting on the floor.


He sat there, for what seemed like an eternity, but what he knew was only a couple minutes. He knew because he counted the 143 ticks that assaulted his ears in the silent room. He looked down beside him, hearing the pocket watch tick to a standstill.



"Biggun?" Desi rasped.


She had stopped thrashing around and Liam and Biggun were watching her with skeptical glances.


"Yes, Mistress?" he answered.


Desi saw the events of the last two days in quick flashes in her mind. She looked around, frantic, noticing the chains for the first time. "Get these off of me!”


Liam narrowed his eyes. "How do we know you're not still..”


"Dammit, Liam!”


Liam threw up his hands. "Alright, alright! Don't turn me into anything!"


He and Biggun made short work of releasing her.

Desi made her way to the door, nearly colliding with Raven.


"Desiray! You're okay!" Raven enveloped her in a tight hug. "She must've done it!”


"Where's Jezi?" Desi asked.


Her question snapped everyone back to the present. Single file, they all made their way to Desi's room.





James stood under the lights in the room, the pocket watch dangling from his hand.

"James?" Raven called, stepping into the room. She looked around to confirm it was empty. "What happened?... Where's Jezi?”

"He took her," James said with a steady voice.


"Christian?" Desi asked. "Where? Where did he take her?”

James shrugged. "I don't know. She opened up the floor, and he just... dragged her down with him.”


Desi sputtered in disbelief and Raven wrapped an arm around her. "It's okay. We'll find her... we'll find her somehow.”


James turned around slowly, a look of concentration on his face."Where are the others?" he asked.

Raven had to force herself to focus on his words. "Uh... T.J. and Fox took them out back. They should be incapacitated until dawn.


James nodded. "Good," he said. The music reached them, penetrating their individual thoughts.


"uh...We should... get back to the party." He sidestepped Raven and Desi, giving a few hastily mumbled instructions to Liam and Biggun before making his way back to the bar.

After a moment's pause, Raven and Desi turned to reluctantly follow behind him. By the time they reached the main floor , there was a line already formed at the bar, and Becky was struggling to keep up with the orders.


"Desi..." James called. "Can you take this down?" he waved towards the bar.

Desi placed her hands on the bar, feeling the energy, and began working the counter spell. James gave her a quick thanks as he walked behind the bar to help Becky.

"How the hell did you get out of there?" she asked.

"Jezi doesn't know everything," he replied. "... despite what she thinks.”


Desi turned, looking at the crowd, laughing and dancing. All these lives none the wiser as to the danger they were all in.

She saw Raven speaking in hushed confidence with Ms. Prestone. Fox and T.J. came in from outside to join them. From the looks on their faces, it was obvious that Raven was filling them in on the latest news. Fox looked confused, while T.J. looked angry.

A particularly haunting song fell over Desi and she couldn't help herself from making her way to Jezi's room.




"Last Call!" James shouted.


T.J. plopped down at the bar, and James filled his glass without a word.


"She was trying to save you... wasn't she?" T.J. asked.


"Nobody asked her to," James shot back, cleaning the bar.


"Nobody ever had to…"


Desi walked up, interrupting their conversation. Sensing a tense moment, she decided to tread lightly. "Uh... I found a note in Jezi's room. She left it to me.”


"So where is she?" James asked.

"... I don't know," Desi whispered.

"What do you mean, you don't know?!”


Desi shook her head, her voice low and distant. "I don't know, James," she sighed. "She said Christian wouldn't be a problem anymore, gave me instructions on how to care for the Flower and the portraits like... like she didn't expect to come back.”

James stood with his back to her. "Did she say anything else?”


Desi hesitated before speaking again. "She told me to remind you to wind your watch..." she began. "She said you always forget.”


James nodded sharply before grabbing a few discarded glasses to wash.




They all sat around the table in the comfortable silence known to family and lifelong friends. No more guests, no more band, no more party, just they few, and The Black Flower.

It was peaceful after hours, even when they knew most of them would be departing soon, not to return until the next All Hallows Eve.


Though it was on everyone's minds, no one mentioned Jezi, each holding onto their private thoughts of her. This was always her favorite part; just sitting in the midst of those she loved. Sometimes she would never say anything, just sit watching them all, a secret smile on her face.


James approached the table with a tray full of shots in his hand. It was nearly dawn, enough time for one last drink. He passed out the shot glasses, raising his own at the end.

"To Jezi..." he said, a chorus echoing his salute.


James collected the empty glasses, placing the tray on the bar before walking out of the room. Everyone began to say their goodbyes, until they met again. T.J. placed something in Desi's hand. She opened the paper, a look of confusion on her face.


"What is this?”


T.J. smiled. "I saw a few of the books Jezi was looking at earlier. I figure it would be a good place to start," he said.


"How in the world...?" Jezi exclaimed, looking at the list of titles.


"Hey, I'm not just a pretty face," he chuckled, hugging Desi. "... Find her, Desi.”


Desi squeezed him in return. "I will." she released him to hug Raven. "I promise." She smiled at them both. "I will see you guys soon."


She ran to find Robyn, calling her name down the hall. She turned the corner and noticed James standing at the end against the wall.


"Did you call me?" Robyn asked, grabbing Desi's attention.

Desi handed her the list. "Can you find these books for me? I think they may help us figure out where Jezi went.”

Robyn lit up at the prospect. "Absolutely!" She turned to make her way down to the library.


"I'll be right down," Desi called. She slowly continued down the hall. "James? It's nearly dawn…"


James made no indication that he'd heard her until he started speaking. "You know what's weird? It doesn't feel like she's gone." He looked up at Desi. "Right? It's like any moment she could come out that door... like she's still here.”


Desi smiled warmly at him. "It's because her heart's here... inside The Flower. It always has been." She leaned on the wall beside James.

"Sometimes, if you're really quiet, you can hear it.”

James closed his eyes and cleared his mind. A faint thumping hit his mind and he opened his eyes, breaking the contact. He didn't like that, didn't want a disembodied sound as proof of life.

He smiled at Desi anyway and walked down the hall. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the watch. The Christmas present he was never meant to have, the present that wasn't hers to give.


"I'll find her, James," Desi said. "I won't stop looking for her." She watched him retreat, thinking he'd probably just ignore her.


"Thank you, Desi," he said.


He walked to the bar, as he always did, taking one last look around at The Black Flower, the thing he'd always wanted, had worked so hard for, and he smiled. He knew the sun would be up any moment, and he would once again be separated from his Flower for a year.


He wound the watch slowly, enjoying the feel of the resistance. He was about to stuff it back into his pocket when he paused. Quickly walking behind the bar, he found a hook against the mirrored wall, and hung the watch's chain from it, releasing the winding crown.


tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick…


He liked that sound better.





Desi looked around at the empty room, her eyes touching each of the filled portraits on the wall. She placed a picture of Jezi on the table beneath them, hoping that wherever she was, she could feel their presence around her. Desi closed her eyes and held her breath in the silence.


tick tick tick tick thump thump tick tick tick tick thump thump


The first ray of sunlight streamed through the window and hit her face, causing her to open her eyes and smile at its warmth. She was wasting time standing there. She had work to do. She heard someone approaching and whipped around, hands raised.

Liam shielded himself. "Don't turn me into anything!" he yelled, holding out a cup of coffee. "... I figured you'd be up all day..." Liam offered.


Desi smiled, taking the cup from him. "You and Biggun start cleaning up. I'm going to be in the basement with Robyn, and not to be disturbed!”

"Yes ma'am..." Liam nodded.

Desi took a sip of the coffee, impressed that it was exactly how she liked it. Then, a devious smile lit her face.

"Unless of course... someone comes a-knocking..."



THE END



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Updated: Oct 7, 2023


Joey and Zac looked at Jamie’s sleeping form. Hair mussed, glasses askew they felt this was how parents felt looking at their children. Sure he was a little monster, and got into his share of trouble terrorizing the neighborhood, but when he was tuckered out, his face mashed into the pillow, mouth wide open, well he was just plumb adorable.

Sunday Funday had raged into the early light, with the end of it seeing Jamie barely making it into his bed. The hat he’d worn was irreparably bent, the brim covering one eye. Joey lifted the hat, tapping Jamie on the edge of his nose.

“Jaaaaaaamiiiiie,” he sang. The only answer that came was an exhausted snort.

“Watch this,” Zac chuckled. He pinched Jamie’s nose shut, his shoulders shaking with amusement.

Joey stared at Zac blankly. Zac frowned, mildly confused.

“His mouth is open, dumbass. He can still breathe,” Joey said, rolling his eyes.

Zac nodded over to the end table. There was a handful of drink stirrers on top. Laughing, Joey picked one up and, leaning over the bed, carefully slid the stirrer into Jamie’s mouth. It was delicate work; almost like Operation. If he hit Jamie’s tongue or teeth, he risked alerting the tyke before the stirrer reached his uvula.

Joey poked the straw the extra inch and Jamie jumped up, gagging.

“Whaaaaat… the fuuuuuuuuck!” Jamie groaned.

“Dude, get up!” Zac said.

Jamie fell back against the pillow reaching for his blanket once again. Joey strolled over to the door and leaned against the frame. “It’s Monday,” he calmly announced.

From under the blanket, Jamie’s tiny voice held a hint of glee. “Monday?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Jamie sprang up. He looked at the blinds, noticing the tiny bit of light filtering in. If it was Monday morning that could only mean one thing…

The three of them looked at each other and squealed, “Fruit Daaaaaaay!”

Jamie leapt to his feet, jumping up and down on the bed several times singing. “Fruit day, fruit day fruit day, FRUIIIIIIT DAAAAAAY!” He stood, hand in the air belting out the happy mantra. Finally, with a sigh, he stretched, excited to get the day started. He bounded off of the bed, thinking about the shirt and hat combo he would wear.

“By the way… what happened to my pants?” he asked.

Zac just laughed, making a quick exit. Joey gave Jamie a neutral smile, turning to leave as well “Tell ya in the car,” he said.

Jamie sighed. There were so many shirts, all of them revealing varying degrees of his sexiness. But, today was not just any day. He could not allow his masculinity to interfere with their mission. Today was all about the fruit.

He chose a sensible yet stylish ensemble, and readied himself for the shower. He had entered “fruit day mode”. He stood a little bit taller, his shoulders were a little broader, and he put on an affected, lordly accent and bellowed as he entered the bathroom.

“Bannooooooon!”

Chris was already awake and sitting at the table. It was Monday, and he knew better than anyone what Monday meant. He sat, brooding deeply, trying to get into the right frame of mind. Mojito Monday was his responsibility.

Sure, there was chili, there was football, but when came down to it, everything was riding on him. People got hurt on Mojito Monday… people died on Mojito Monday. His eyes darkened as he was transported to a Monday long past. He could still hear the glass shattering, could see the red liquid pooling all over the floor. He exhaled holding his head in his hands.

Keep it together, Muddles, he thought to himself.

That’s what they had called him. Muddles. Or, the Mad Muddler when he was on top of the world. Oh yes…he was already awake. It was Mojito Monday, and Fruit Day was nothing to fuck with. Tightening his jaw, he violently shoved his spoon back into his cocoa puffs.

Monday Morning was the day they went to the farmer’s market. They needed delicious fruits for the hand crafted Mojitos the public was clamoring for. There wasn’t a holiday grander than Fruit Day. Everyone had a job to do. Joey was in charge of renting the car, so they could arrive in style. Zac was in charge of the soundtrack, and had to find the perfect music every week to set the mood. Chris was in charge of selection and quality control. And Jamie… Jamie was just in charge.

Jamie sauntered out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower, dressed in his selected outfit. Monday’s were special for Jamie too. Every Monday, his mama made chili for the whole village. Mmmm, mama’s chili. Ever since he was a little boy, it had brought him comfort. And, ever since he was a little boy, Jamie had wanted one thing.

For his mom to put squash in the chili.

He asked and asked, and she always said no. Years this went on, until one day, she made him a deal.

“If you can find the perfect squash, I will put it in the chili.”

Jamie had searched and searched, brought home squash after squash, but none of them had been the perfect one. Never one to shy away from a challenge, Jamie vowed that one day, he would find… the one.

Today could be the day.

“And where is our wee one?” Jamie asked, decided he liked this accent, and would keep it for the day. He wondered if he should change his hat.

“Still sleeping,” Zac said.

“Oh dear, oh dear,” Jamie said, an evil glint in his eye. “However shall we remedy that?”

They all piled into an electric blue BMW sedan and Jamie immediately wiggled against the leather seats. He sat in the back seat next to Zac, who eyed the car skeptically. Joey slid into the driver’s seat and, as always, Chris rode shotgun.

“Excellent choicery, old bean!” Jamie exclaimed.

Zac leaned over, concerned. “Um, exactly how big is our fruit budget!”

“Shut up and give me the music,” Joey replied.

Suddenly, Karma Chameleon blared through the speakers. They were all gleefully on their way. All except Chris. He could never return to Tucson.

Banging from the rear interrupted their sing-along. “Hey assholes! This isn’t fucking funny!” Tyler yelled from the trunk.

“So vulgar,” Jamie sighed and looked at Joey in the rear view mirror, signaling him to increase the volume. Once Boy George was once again filling his ears, he leaned back and bounced happily.

The Farmer’s Market came into view, and Jamie was like a pup going to the park. He slid from window to window, unable to wait to get out of the car. Joey had barely taken the key out of the ignition before Jamie was twirling in the parking lot, breathing in that fruit (and squash) filled air.

They all went to the trunk.

“I know you shitheads are out there! Open this fucking trunk!” Tyler raged.

“You will have to wear the leash, pumpkin patch!” Jamie replied.

“Fuck YOU, Jamie! Let me out of this trunk!”

Joey unlocked the trunk and it flew open, filled with angry Tyler. Jamie tsked at him. “Now now, I was not the one who overslept, let’s not bunch our knickers.” He held out the blue harness to Tyler.

“Kiss my ass, Jamie, I’m not wearing this.”

“If you do not, I’m afraid you will be unable to accompany us,” Jamie warned.

“You need help putting it on, Tyler?” Zac instigated.

They began to argue loudly.

“Hey!” Chris yelled. “This is not how we do Fruit Day, now get it together!”

Jamie gave Tyler a cheeky smile. Tyler snatched the harness from him. The punishment for oversleeping was to wear the harness. Unfortunately, Tyler enjoyed his beauty rest. He snapped the latch in place, squirming uncomfortably. He was a growing boy, and it didn’t fit as well as it used to. He’d be damned if he would stop working out, though.

Jamie grabbed the other end and snapped it. “Mush!”

Tyler looked back at him. “If you yank me again, I swear to God I’ll kill you.”

They infiltrated the ranks of the vendors, filling their sacks with succulent treats. When they had nearly visited them all, Chris began to have hope for that evening. Perhaps they would all survive the night after all.

Jamie was arguing with Tyler who wanted a candied apple. “No, you’ll ruin your dinner… chili tonight!”

Tyler folded his incredibly large arms, pouting.

“You can have a regular apple,” Jamie compromised. “Do you want a regular apple?”

“No I don’t want a regular apple!”

Jamie didn’t hear him, because there, at the end, stood…

A beautiful squash.

Jamie inhaled to the point of pain, and in a girlish voice screeched, “SQUAAAAAAAAAASH!”

Jamie ran, yanking Tyler like a runaway dog, bumping into an elderly lady. Tyler exclaimed at how strong Jamie could get when squash was involved. Jamie stood at the table, almost afraid to touch it. This was the one, it had to be.

“Would you like this one?” the vendor asked.

Jamie looked up, tears in his eyes. He couldn’t even speak. But, the vendor understood. There was something to be said for the bond between a boy and his squash. He had grown that squash himself, and had to admit, it was pretty special.

He told Jamie the cost of it, but it fell on deaf ears. The rest of the universe went away, and it was just he and the squash. As Joey handed money to the man, Jamie gently lifted the squash, hugging it to his chest. Zac did what he could to keep Tyler from killing him.

With that, their journey was over. They headed back to the car wordlessly. As Joey started the engine, Zac whispered for him to skip to the last track in the playlist. The song for the squash.

Chicago’s You’re The Inspiration swelled throughout the car. Joey enjoyed the feel of the smooth ride, Chris momentarily forgot about the ghosts of mojitos past. Tyler was just happy to be riding in the car. He leaned over to Zac. “Well done on the playlist,” he said, and Zac beamed proudly.

Jamie sat staring out the window, the squash tucked tightly in his embrace.

Fruit Day had been a success.


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Updated: Oct 7, 2023


I live life, one muddle at a time.

When you’ve lived my life, seen what I’ve seen, that’s all you can hope for yourself.

Oh sure, making Mojitos seems like a no-brainer. I admit, I used to think so myself. There was a time where all I heard was the roar of the crowd. I would make them 6, sometimes 7 at a time, and nobody got more juice out of a fruit than Mad Muddles Bannon. They couldn’t get enough of me. I can still hear them chanting my name, the sound of the girls screaming “We love you Muddles!”

Yeah, they loved me then. It’s all fun and games until you get cocky… then you get sloppy.

Tucson.

Just the word makes me shudder. It had all gone so wrong so quickly. One day I was the talk of the city, there wasn’t a person from Phoenix to Albuquerque who didn’t know my name, and my reputation was only growing. The next day, I was traveling clear across the country, putting countless days and miles between myself and what happened in Arizona.

I can only hope that no one discovers the events of that fateful night at the Tucson International Airport.

Especially Jamie. This time here is my self imposed penance for the pain I had caused him. A pain Jamie doesn’t even know I was responsible for. I hear they shut down the airport bar not that long ago; they replaced it with a Hudson News, I believe. I hope that means I’m safe. But, I can never let my guard down. One thing I’ve learned about the past, it’s always just behind you.

This is my song. It is tragic, and it is true.

I used to be the toast of the desert, and now, I live my life one muddle at a time, never knowing which one will be my last.

Joey sat and stared at Chris, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. He noticed that sometimes Chris would just stop and stare into the ice machine. One time, he didn’t move for twenty minutes, then suddenly just dove in with the scooper and shoveled ice as if the devil was chasing him.

“What … is his deal?” he asked Jamie.

Jamie tore his attention way from the new driving gloves he was modeling. He was thinking of trying out a new persona, half Mario Andretti, half… Mario. He wasn’t sure about the blue overalls but loved the hat. The driving gloves was a plus, but he was confused as to what to do with the scarf.

He turned to see what Joey was looking at, and noticed Chris at the ice machine again. he shrugged and sighed. “I don’t know, man. All I know is he came here from the west coast, and seemed pretty shaken up. He said he needed a job, and was a pretty decent bartender, so I gave him a shot. Maybe there was some trouble back in cali-land, but he would never talk about it, and I didn’t ask.

Jamie tossed the scarf jauntily over his shoulder, wondering if an Italian accent would be too much. “You-a know-a me… I dont-a judge.” Hmm… maybe no accent.

Unsatisfied, Joey thought maybe he should do a little digging. The poor guy was always so… serious. There was obviously something going on with him, and it always seemed to get worse on Mondays, the closer they got to opening time.

“Jamie, I’m not wearing this green shirt, stop putting it on my bed!” Tyler yelled from the back.

“Heyyyy Luiiiigiiii, whatsa matta with-a the green shiiiirt?!” Jamie replied. Yup… definitely no accent.

Joey listened to the two of them and thought better of his plan. What was one more weirdo in this crazy mashup? “Hey Bannon! We need ice!” he called.

Chris’s head snapped up. Muddles was back in action. “I’m on it,” he whispered.


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