Half Bruja, Half Voodoo

Chapter 10

Desiree POV, Michigan

Tara, my mom, my old headmistress Sarah Farrington, and I appeared in an abandoned building. "Girl, I can't wait to get out of this shit hole. I thought I saw a rat looking at us like we were intruding in his home," Tara said to my mother Camille. My narcissistic headmistress, who was a beautiful blonde with a taste of luxury, now she looked old and gray. Farrington was wearing a grey-haired wig that was styled into a bob, and was wearing a very expensive black dress and Jimmy Choo black heels. Farrington has terminal cancer, and she is currently looking for her heir. She was also a high priestess of my old coven who shirked her duties, and was more of a distant housemate than a leader and protector. As soon as Farrington became ill, all her flunkies were nowhere to be found. She was a mean girl all her life, now when she is dying, she is trying to be a good girl. We are all wearing wires and small cameras, so our back-ups would know if we were in trouble.  

A black SUV drove inside the building, and the doors immediately shut. Miller got out of the SUV, and he was a basic old white guy. His five henchmen got out of the with Uzis and all of them were dressed like the Men in Black. I stepped forward and barked, "Listen up, you and your lackies disband permanently, and we will let you all live." I could swear I heard my mom and Tara facepalming. Those two are always harping at me about my diplomacy skills. The old man was pissed and screamed, "I will kill you bitches!"

Two of his henchmen raised their Uzis at us, and Emica came out of nowhere and cut them down. I did the war cry spell and was able to make two of the henchmen shoot each other. Alexander snapped the fifth henchman's neck and ripped off his head. Miller pulled out his .9 mm and unloaded five rounds in me. Everything went black.

Five minutes later

I coughed and blinked my eyes until I regained my vision. The first thing I saw was my mom and Alexander ugly crying over my body. I started to move and cough, and they were in a mixture of both shock and astonishment. My mom wrapped me around in a bear hug, asking me if I am okay. I hugged her back, reassuring her that I was okay. Alexander gently grabbed me from my mom, grabbed my face, and started to kiss me. He kept apologizing to me over and over. Tara was slashing Miller's throat, and Farrington was staring at me like she won the lottery. I was afraid this might happen. Now, I have a target on my back. I can bring people back from the dead, and I am strong enough to bring myself back from the dead. That, kids, is called Resurgence; a not so common gift. My mom spun me around with a pissed off look on her face and sad with a cold and calm voice, "You and Tara have a lot of explaining to do when we get home, hija." Alexander bridal carried to the SUV with a stern look on his face. "Your mother is right, you know about this ability of yours since you were not surprised," he said. Farrington was on the phone calling our clean-up crew. Emica was drinking Miller's blood and Mom was shooting daggers at Tara. This is going to be a long ass three hours.