Blood Orgy Of The Psychedelic Witch

Chapter 6

In the days that followed their breakup, Steven had gone through all the emotions that go with a tough split. Anger, sadness, regret.

Yes, lots of regret.

Regret at wasting his time with such a conniving little bitch.

Yet the longing lingered deep within. A longing he hoped to erase.

Moving to another city might help, but he loved his apartment too much for that. There seemed to be only one thing that would ease the hurt: helping with Emilia's revenge plot. He could use some retribution of his own, as timid as he was.

Steven was unsure where to search at first. By the time he had started the search for Rose, he came to the inevitable conclusion that she could be anywhere.

Not knowing her financial situation made it worse. He didn't want to take a plane anywhere.

It was only after a brief stint of browsing through Craigslist out of boredom that he made progress.

"You found her?" Emilia asked as she stepped into Steven's apartment and shrugged off her coat.

"See for yourself." He waved his hand over to the living room, where his laptop sat open on the coffee table.

She rushed over, picked it up, and sat down.

Her face scrunched up in confusion as she read the small ad on the screen. It was very vague:

Calling all freaks and perverts to join me at my luxurious house to live out your wildest fantasies for 3 weeks.

She looked up at him as he walked over and leaned down to look at the screen.

"Do you think this is her?"

"Yes." He pointed at freaks and perverts. "She expressed interest in doing something like this before we broke up. I told her it was bullshit."

He stood up and went over to the window, looking out at the city. "I looked the address up. It's an old Victorian in the country. I'll go see what it's about. Just gotta figure out how I'll gain her trust, if it is her."

"Sounds dangerous." She stared up at him. "Look, if you're going to do this, then I want daily updates, so I know you're okay."

"Yeah don't worry. I feel the same way about this. Freaks and perverts. . . what's that gonna entail . . ." he mused.

"We need to think how we'll end things if this is her. Let's not forget what we're here for."

He sighed and looked at her. "You realize that involves killing."

She swallowed and thought for a moment. "It's been in my mind, I just don't like to think about it. But . . . it is necessary."

"Yeah," he muttered. "It is the only way." He glanced off into space, and a look of realization overcame his current lost expression. "I have an idea. But it will be hard if other people are staying in the house. They'll be our biggest problem throughout this."

"Just please bring protection of some sort."

"Don't worry," he assured her. "I have something to help."

She didn't notice his hand sliding into his right pocket, wrapping around a small pendant he had purchased earlier at a mysterious store.

He found the place in a dark alley. The proprietor assured him it was the best he had for defense against supernatural powers. Steven had to pay a hefty sum, but the man looked like he knew what he was talking about. He acted as if he had expected him.

As he stepped out of the store and looked back, he was met with a barren brick wall.

Only there for a purpose, he assumed.

Steve didn't want to bring up the magical side of this operation to Emilia. He didn't even have any power of his own to prove it existed.

He thought things were hard enough for her. To wrap her head around the fact that Harper may never be found. Besides, what mattered most to her was vengeance.