Chapter 2

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           A bang is heard as the front door is whooshed open by Marie Laveau with Fiona following not too far behind.

"Youh decided not to come. Hmp. Good choice white devil", Marie Laveau stated as she walked in the cabin and took a seat on the same sofa beside Niklaus. Fiona walked towards the wooden chair and started taking her heels off.

"It seems I had other plans to attend to", Niklaus grinned and turned back to the TV screen while Fiona snorted at his comment and uttered "Men."

"Alright, who's ready to come up with a plan because I'm getting sick and tired of that old man and his fish", Fiona whined while rubbing her feet.

"Youh know already Fiona. I told you how it wohks. Stop with the nonsense. Vienna sausage over here ain't gonna make a difference", Marie Laveau voiced while reaching for the remote and switched the channel from Black Mirror to Love & Hip Hop.

"Vienna who..ah, that's right. I don't know him. However, for your information love, I am well acquainted with schlon-", Niklaus confidently announced until he got cut off by Fiona.

"We're not hormonal teens. Bedroom is to the left", Fiona stated while shaking her head as she stood up walking towards the kitchen and continued, "Now I've lost all of train of thought. I need a drink."

"If I wanted to do such a thing, I would have. Save your breathe vile harpy", Niklaus claimed while glancing at the TV wondering what the hell he was watching.

"With the pale demon on this one. You could offer me a unicorn that shit hundred dollar bills and I'd still never give youh nothing more than a headache", Marie Laveau laughed and looking at Niklaus.

"Thankfully, you can no longer do said thing. Ah, what a wonderful realm this is indeed. Great retirement I must say. Young, old, dead, or alive; witches are a pain in the ass", Niklaus responded with a devilish grin.

"Oh, I couldn't agree more white devil! After all, you are one", Marie Laveau expressed while grinning back and standing up to stretch.

"Hm. Alright. I'll give you that one, love", Niklaus chuckled and took the remote switching it back to Black Mirror.

"Speaking of witches...where did that "hammer" of a witch go?" Marie Laveau glanced at the living-room then the kitchen area.

"My guess is the witch couldn't hold her liquor", Niklaus snorted while taking the moment to observe Marie Laveau's hips and ass as she walked towards the kitchen.

"I'd say you're right", Marie Laveau glanced at the slightly opened bedroom door from the kitchen. "The witch bitch is out cold. Who knew. I wouda thought she could", Marie Laveau exclaimed and took a bottle of bourbon from the shelf.

          All 3 here a knock on the door as mist starts flowing inside the cabin.

"Well, that's my cue to wake the fuck up. Can't wait to take in the smell of cat piss and sardines", Fiona groaned while sitting up and rubbing her eyelids. She started making her way to the living-room where she knew Papa Legba would appear any minute now.

"Tsk. Another day of slave labor it is", Marie Laveau sighed putting the bottle of bourbon back in it's place and walked back to the living-room, waiting for Papa Legba to show up.

"And that is my cue to leave as well. I have plans of my own", Niklaus voiced while paying attention to the TV screen.

Marie Laveau and Fiona looked at each other then at Niklaus ready to question him, but stopped when they heard Papa Legba's cane. Anxiety started to fill them. "It never gets easier" they both thought while looking at each other. "How much worse are these demands gonna get?" they both questioned mentally.

"Ah, my two favowit witches. Youh both ah doing gwate. Youh noh what to do." Papa Legba enters the cabin and beats his cane on the ground. "Come alongh now. It is time to wohk and pay youh dues."

          Papa Legba disappears.

Niklaus gets up, walks to the door, and opens it; gesturing to Marie Laveau and Fiona. "After you, ladies."

Now out of their anxiety induced trance, Marie Laveau makes a move and steps out the door first nodding a thanks. Fiona follows soon after and does the same.

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