Torment Me

Victoria

"And when she spake, a torrent of pestilence cast itself from her mouth."

I love my sister.

"Then, the excorsist in his coat of black, reared back in fear of the darkness which consumed the girl."

But I swear to her unholyness, if she kicks me one more time.

"Abigail, enough," Whispers our mother, "the next time you disgrace yourself in front of the coven, it will be your last. Am I understood?"

Abigail nods, then, leaning behind the gaze of our mother, flicks out a forked tongue and smiles at me.

* Eight years later *

"Abigail was my twin sister. I miss the days when I could wake up to see my own face smiling back at me. She was a bit of a menace to be honest," I pause, some members chuckle In remembrance, "Abigail loved to be the center of attention. She was a vivid and animated girl, I'm sure she would have gone on to do great things if she had the chance."

This speech is really starting to get old, at this point I'm just saying random fluff to please the coven.

I'm at my sister's eighth annual memorial. Twin witches were a pretty rare occurance and our coven was small to begin with, so when she died it was a pretty big shock. My mom doesn't even bother coming to these anymore.

After my speech I try to leave as quickly as possible, skirting around pews and racing out the back door. As soon as I'm through the marble arch I give myself a mental high five and strut to my bike, already reving.

"Wowwww you are seriously such a bore, but at least you didn't try to make me out as some sap who 'cared about all of her sister's hopes and dreams.'"

"Shut it Abby, I'm taking you home."

Abigail never left that day. We've always had a strong mental connection, the worst part about being twins and witches. I guess you could say she's 'haunting' me, but I enjoy the company. Sometimes.

"But I'm sooooooo bored Tor!"

"Okay, how about I just flip my bike and join you then? Does that sound like fun?"

"Okay, okay chillax. I'm just not that excited to be dumped off at mom's while you go have fun on your crotch rocket."

"My bike is staying home, I'm taking the Jag."

Abigail giggles at this in an annoying way that only sisters seem to posses, "I wasn't talking about the bike, dummy."

She loves to poke fun at my forever singleness.

"Oh right, same to you then you asshat." She got silent.

*

About fifteen minutes later, I'm back at my mom's house. It's simple really. A single story, two bedroom house with a pool in the back that's been green since last August. The house is blue, my mother always loved the color, and it's decorated in an almost traditionally Persian style. Not what you'd expect from a centuries old witch.

I walk in through the groaning oak door, and see her sitting on a small chaise watching the early morning news.

"Hey ma, I need to leave Abby here a while if that's okay."

She suddenly looks up at me, long curly hair bouncing back, emerald green eyes sparkling with ecxitement.

"That would be great! Late last night I found an old spell that I can use to cast her into one of my mannequins. I'm sure she'd appreciate the independence." Her smooth caramel skin almost glows. She loves her time with Abigail.

"Okay then, I'll be back in a few days, at the most a week. I'm going on a pretty long trip this time."

"Yes, yes. Have a good time Victoria. I'll see you when you get back."

She quickly gets up from the couch, walks over, and extends her hand palm down. I grasp her wrist and brush my lips against the back of her hand, muttering the incantation.

There's a faint wink of light, and I can feel Abigail has been transferred.

"I'll see you when I get back. Don't cause too much trouble together."

With that I'm out the door, ready to head over to my apartment and relieve a little stress.

*

I get to my downtown apartment in an hour, make a short shopping list for my trip, and stretch out on my stomach across my favorite couch.

I'm in a mood for cartoons before I leave, and that means It's journey time!

While I watch the young human adventurer and his trusty dog slay demons, I start to think about the details of my next employment.

I'm a freelance demon Hunter by trade, a job that requires a lot of expertise. I have to be able to see the difference between harmless children and bloodsucking faeries, and it's one heck of a lot harder than it seems.

My next job is to track down a gathering of vampires and werewolves. Think epic gang war and multiply the gore by about 1000.

I have to figure out what they're fighting over and make them stop within a week in order to protect civilians, make peace, protect the wildlife, etc. 

Blake the dog just got to the sweets kingdom and now I'm really flipping hungry for something sugary. I'll probably just take a nap and then head downstairs to my favorite cafe.

I'll make it a short nap, it's getting dark. I can't help this ominous feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.

I hope I don't sleep in too late.