Chapter 47

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Part 47 Of The First Draft

The club was busier than I've ever seen it. A band was playing some soft rock music, and the siren singing for them was absolutely beautiful. She had long dark hair and her arms were all inked up. She wore tight black pants and had a top that bordered the revealing side, having most of its side and back missing. She wore goth face paint and makeup which did not cover any of her natural beauty. Her voice was deep and enchanting, and as we made our way carefully through the crowd, her eyes seemed to follow us. When we found a table to sit down at, her band started to play something much heavier, and she screamed out the lyrics to the song, much to the crowd's enjoyment. Perry, over the music, yelled,

“When should we make our move?”

I yelled back my answer,

“After a few songs. I don't want to miss her performance. Can you order us some soda?”

Perry, ever the gentlemen, obliged and ordered all eight of us some tall cherry sodas, save for me, as he did not forget how much I love the orange soda at The Weekend Freak. The waitress, who was seemingly dressed as a vampire, brought us back a full tray of sodas and gladly accepted the large roll of money that Perry handed her. Grace smiled, and I felt an inner calmness roll off her as she admired her son’s manners. I had always thought of Renee as Grace's favorite but I am quickly seeing this is not the case as she has affection for all three of her children. I wondered what their father was like. Grace has said so little about him but I know she constantly thinks about her mate. She is amidst eternal sorrow over his death although she is too strong to show her saddness. My lamia ability has revealed bits and pieces of their relationship ever since the power surfaced in me, and it breaks my heart to know that things like that can happen to anyone. Grace really is worthy of her namesake.

As the time approached midnight, we all rose from the table, and entered into Ignitro's office without the guards making any fuss. Immediately after entering Josie's chamber, she rose from the desk, and exclaimed at the sight of her sister,

“Carlita! Thank goodness you're back!”

Carlie did not spare Josie any punishment. She criticized her sister Josie,

“Why are you here, Josie? You are dressed so trashy! What would mother think?”

Josie’s complexion flustered, and she gasped,

“What have you done to Carlita.....”

Carlie pressed forth,

“Who is this Carlita? Did you forget your own sister’s name, Josie?”

Josie’s face turned into one of panic, and she angrily asked us, her rage barely being contained underneath her breath,

“What have you done to her? I....I...”

As Josie sprung up from her desk, Renee grabbed her and restrained her. Grace shouted,

“She's not your sister, Carlie! She is nothing more than a fake, an illusion!”

Carlie’s cool dared to waver, but instead told the imposter of Josie, in a low tone, one devoid of any real expression,

“I pity you.”

Renee threw Josie lightly to the ground, and we proceeded into Ignitro's office, unchallenged. Ignitro rose up, but before he could speak, Lana stepped forward, and started to grab and pull her head as she growled in an absolutely inhuman way. To my amazement, her body shifted and fur grew all over her. She’s never been able to transform. This much before, and Becky stepped behind her, also attempting to invoke the change. I couldn’t bring myself to come forward, as Renee urged me to join them. Perry's voice, however, was what convinced me to join in our coup de grace,

“Come on, Mindi! Show him your teeth!”

Rushing forward, further freezing any action that Ignitro may have taken. I clutched my chest, and my thoughts became animal-like. My arms became elongated, and my body temperature rose, the fur insulating my now bulging muscles. I lost control, and focused my attention on Ignitro. I spoke something that I've never thought I've been capable of saying,

“Leave this realm, Ignitro, or your blood will flow all over the ground.”

Ignitro tried to escape, but Brad and Perry were right behind him. They grabbed him, and restrained him with their enormous strength. Ignitro, being cornered like a rat, gave in,

“Okay, okay. You win.”

Grace handed an aged grimoire to Carlie, who recited an ancient verse in what sounded like Latin. Ignitro’s host body began to shake, and we saw as a red spirit, it's appearance ashen and decrepit, release from Mister Paulson’s body. Ignitro tried to escape, but his spiritual form erupted and was scattered all over the ground, it screaming as it and all his parts were sucked into another dimension. After Ignitro had completely left Mister Paulson's body, he rose up, and thanked us in a grand manner,

“Thank you. In my desk is something I want you all to have. There is only one thing more that you must do for me. Please, force my secretary to leave my club. I'm too weak to do it myself. I've been locked inside my body for too long.”

Mister Paulson coughed up some blood, and Grace, noticing this, started to treat him with some herbs she had carried  for exactly this task. My change had nearly reverted, and I joined Becky and Lana in our utter exhaustion. Renee grabbed what was in the desk, and announced, to all of our excitement,

“Look, guys! VIP passes!”

Good. Now maybe I can meet that seductive siren that was singing on stage. For some reason, I.....think I have seen her before. I tried to get up, but my legs wouldn’t let me. To cap off our success, Perry and Brad gently lifted us to our feet, with the assistance of Renee, much to Becky's pleasure. I asked them all the question we all sought an answer to,

“Is it over? Will we really have a peaceful Thanksgiving?”

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