Mother's Little Killer

Lucía

After getting home, I went straight to bar. Not to get drunk, of course. I work here as a bartender. Day by day making drinks and listening to stories of barflies. It was well-paid post, but working in night and being in school in day is sometimes exhausting for me.

About 10 o'clock beautiful young lady came into the bar.

'Give me the oldest Scotch you have here.' She said with her dark voice. Her voice sounded broken.

It was her. The uncle's bedmaker. She wore tight jeans and seductive red T-shirt. Her hair, same as her eyes, were dark brown. She looked really tall in those heels.

'Hey, it is you, my uncle's bedmaker!' I said with much of enthusiasm in my voice.

'Oh. And you are...Matt?' She asked confusedly.

'Mark.'

'Yes, sorry. Not good in remembering names.' She smiled. Her smile was the most beautiful thing, which I have seen in past few weeks.

'It doesn't matter. And what is your name, if I may ask?'

'Lucía.'

'Oh, what an interesting name. Is it bohemian or something?' Lucía, that sounds so wonderful and arcanely in the same time.

'Yeah, it is old traditional Czech name. But please, call me Lucy.' She said and smiled.

'Ok then, Lucy. It is nice to meet you.'

And again, she smiled. I think we totally have chemistry.

'What about that Scotch, Mark?'

'Here you are, it is on the house.'

'Do you need something from me? Or why are you being so nice to me?' She asked me suspiciously.

'I need to ask you about something.'

'Oh, you men. You always act nice to women, only when you need something.'

'Please, don't be mad.'

'Well, I am not. I have a weakness for you.' She said. She was totally flirting with me.

'A weakness? You know me just one day, my dear.'

'Oh yeah, in person I do know you only one day. But your mother has told me so much about you.'

What? Tell me, that she hasn't said that. How could she know her?

'My mother?' I asked her.

'Oh, did I say mother? That makes this Scotch. I meant your uncle. I do not know your mother.'

She was lying. I knew that. I do not know how, but she definitely knows my mother.

'You can not know her, she is dead.'

'Oh, I am so sorry, that must be so hard for you. When did she die?'

'Before fifteen years. I was six.'

'Just... sorry Mark. I didn't know that.'

I bet, she did.

'It is ok, do not worry about it. But, back to my question Lucía...'

'No, Lucy please.' She interrupted me.

'Ok then, Lucy, do you know where my uncle could be?' I asked her.

'Not exactly. All I know, that he is searching for The Ingredient for The Ritual. That's all he told me.'

The Intgredient? The Ritual? What the hell? What the hell is happening here?

'Which Ritual?' I asked her confusedly.

'I have no idea, your uncle hasn't tell me that. Now, I have to leave Mark. Thanks for the drink. Is here anything else I could do for you?'

'Yeah. You could give me your phone number.'

'Yup, I could do that for you.'

After giving me the number she left the bar. There was something strange about her. But she is really hot. I think I like her.

But The Ritual? I have to ask my mothers about it, now. I got to a locker room and said:

'Matko, zjev se mi.'

Nothing.

After a while, I thought about her harder and shouted:

'Matko, zjev se mi!'

And there she was. In front of me stood my mother, again in the bloody old dark dress.

'Hey Mark, what do you need?'

'Mom, I have to ask you, what is The Ritual?'

'It is just old stupid Ritual you have to perform before starting killing those warlocks.'

'And what is uncle Roy searching?'

'He is searching The Blood.'

'Whose?' And again, I was confused.

'You do not have to worry about that. Only what you have to do, is drink The Blood and let your soul die.'