Hallow's: Witch's Brew

Thirty-Two

Motionless In White- Not My Type: Dead as Fuck 2

"This place is magnificent," Dean says coming down the stairs. "It's you. When do we get to meet lover boy?" 

"He's got a six-month sentence in the Fallen Kingdom," 

"Austria? That's brutal," Carl rubs my arm. The two of them are crazy tanned from their vacation.

"All right. I have cleared your schedule for the rest of the month. Calling it a mental health leave. Ellie and I will be taking care of everything. Your sister is situated in the store and we are proud to announce that we made eighty dollars this morning," he holds up a twenty-dollar bill. "This is your first store twenty," 

"Thank you," I laugh taking it. "We should frame it and hang it up behind the counter," 

"That's a cute idea," he agrees and snatches it back. 

"Where are you going again?" Carl asks. 

"The mage tower in England," 

"You're going to bother the fucking royals?" Dean shakes his head. 

"Something like that," 

"Joana is going to be in Hellbourne until next week," 

"I know. Which is why I am going now. I need intel on something regarding her. If everything goes as planned, I'm hoping she brings Noah back sooner," 

"Ah," they both nod and hold up their hands with their fingers crossed. 

"Make yourselves at home. I should be back in a few of days," 

"Be safe, Little Mouse," Dean hugs me. Carlton follows. 

"I'm so happy you guys are back. I missed you so much," 

"We missed you too," they rub my back. 

"Don't forget to pick up the Mustang from the shop in Hellbourne tomorrow," 

"Never," he agrees. 

I grab my backpack and head out. The drive to Hellbourne is going to bother me if I have to come here daily. I'm not going to the Kennedy residence today. I am to pick up Stacy at the Blackstone Manor. Or is it just Blackstone Manor? Whatever. I bet it's just as insane as the other place. 

The drive is a lot further since it is on the other side of Hellbourne. I had to drive right through the city. So much has changed. I can't get over that. I've been looking into the local news and politics. Crime is down. Not completely gone but it might as well be. 

The old museums and historic buildings are either open or on their way to a grand re-opening. Art exhibitions are being held here. Science fairs. Horse shows are back. The agriculture is up and running. Money is flowing like crazy through here and no one has batted an eye. 

There is no one reporting on this dramatic change. No one is asking questions. Fuck, I want to know how she got here. She's been active for two and a half years. I feel like I'm really far behind and I hate it. 

The drive up to the manor is kind of spooky. I've driven through this street before. There used to be other houses here, but they're gone now. Trees, a whole lot of willow trees have been planted in their place. This used to be one of the richest cul de sacs in town. I'm talking mansions and preppy kids in their convertibles. What the fuck happened here? 

I stop at the giant black iron gate. It opens for me. As I pull in I get a glimpse of B.B. in the backyard where there's a barn. I park my car and head in that direction. There are two horses here. She's playing with the one on the other side of the barn.