Witch's Light

Chapter 1

The light came through the blinds is like twinkles, I roll over away from the light and snuggle back into the bed. I hear my door creak and a soft meow. Lilth softly walks over and meows again. I turn back over and she jumps up. She comes over and rubs her little black head on my forehead. She purrs as I pet her.

"Hello Lilth, how are we today?" I say as I pet her.

"Meow" she replies as she rubs against my hand.

"I don't understand why you like that dreadfully frightening thing." A voice said.

The voice turned into a man or spirit, whatever you like to call it. The light from window blinks in and out making his body fade in and out.

"Because Desmond, I love her. She is beautiful."

Desmond is a spirit I saved from ghost death. When a ghost is given an exorcism and sent to its death. He is very superstitious for a dead guy. He thinks black cats are bad luck, so he is afraid of my cat.

"She is going to get you killed and then I'll be friendless."

"Not likely Des, if I die we will bffs for like evers, dead equals spirit. For a spirit you're not smart in the face of fear."

Did I mention he is clingy too. Save one ghost and they want to be you friend forever. Lilith gets off the bed and walks out. I sit up in bed and stretch. I pick up my phone, it's 9:20 and I have 5 missed calls from unknown number and 3 text from Raoul telling me to call when I can. I stand and Desmond covers his eyes. I look down and I forgot I fell asleep in underwear and tank top. I laugh as I find a pair of pants to put on, I grab my phone and head to the kitchen to feed Lilith and make coffee. I flip the switch for kitchen light and I think about turning it back off. It's a wreck, the table cover in books, and papers. My laptop is in there somewhere, I'm sure. Dishes on the counter and in the sink. Garbage looks like it needed to be take out like yesterday. I go over to the cabinet under the coffee pot, open it and pull out a bag of cat food. I pour some into Lilith's bowl. I put the bag away move dishes from one counter to another to make coffee. I open the cabinet for a cup and only find is a awful decorated beer stein, I stole from an asshole I worked for years ago. Dickwad, said it was more valuable than the Holy Grail. I think it looks like a tacky Mardi Gras cup. I pull it out and set it in front of the coffee pot and sit at the table.

"You know if you just did some dishes maybe you wouldn't have to use a beer mug." Desmond said as I roll a joint and dial up Raoul. It rings twice and he picks up,

"Nyx?" Raoul questions when he answers

"Yeah, that's the owner of the phone, what's so urgent?" I say in between licks to make the paper stick.

It's quiet, but for him rustling paper and the making of coffee in the pot. He sighs before he speakers,

"I dunno how to tell you this, but Rowena is looking for you." He finally spills.

I light my joint and toss the lighter on the table as I inhale, I exhale,

"What the fuck does she want?"

"Your help."

"She is a world renowned witch of the biggest Coven in New Orleans, I mean fuck she is the decent of Hagatha, so they say."

"I dunno, but what I do know is they left me a number for you call once I got in touch with you. I warn you though I got bad vibes from this."

I rest my forehead in my hand while holding my joint. I sigh,

"Text me the number and I'll check it out and I'll call you with details later."

"Okay, be careful, I don't want to have to call in favors with healers again, they are getting irritated with me."