“Where is it?!” I shrieked.
“You’ll never find it,” Krystal responded with a scowl plain on her imagined face.
Even with me taking over control of this body, Krystal was a strong one to contend with. Most times there is no one here with me or they are too weak and fade away. Why couldn’t she be a weak one so I can do what I need to do. Getting rid of her sister long enough to find what I needed was hard enough. I need this blonde bimbo to cooperate with me and then I can set some things right.
I growled in frustration, “I have gone through this entire store, looking for that infernal relic. I know you have it here. I searched his memories before he killed that body. He gave it to you for safe keeping.” The scattered memories paused when I reminded her of my transgression. Krystal frowned at the image of my original form, a comely brunette that stood before her.
“It doesn’t matter. You won’t be able to find it and neither will he. He will never get it back. Especially not after keeping me in that damnable dungeon,” Krystal snarled.
“I don’t give a flying frack about him!” I yelled back. “I need that damn relic to get back my original body.” I admitted to her sighing and rubbing my temples. This was not getting me anywhere.
“Look, this should be easy even for you.” I tried reasoning with her.
“Hey!” Krystal exclaimed. I waved a hand at her, dismissively.
“I meant, I get my body back, you get yours back. Which I am perplexed as to how you are still here,” I thought out loud. “You are a stubborn witch.”
“For a demon, you are dumb,” she snapped back at me. “I am not a witch. I am a psychic. A clairvoyant, actually. I don’t cast spells, and I don’t do the whole herb thingie.” Krystal’s image crossed her arms with a huff and turned away from me.
“Regardless of what you are, I need for you to give me the relic….” I started again.
“Hey, fartknocker!”
I turned from this internal argument and pointed at myself as if there were multiple people in the store. I mean there were multiple people in the store. But this name-calling was juvenile, and I had no idea why Krystal tolerated her so-called sister calling her names. Downright uncivilized.
All morning, we had been cleaning up the store. Well, the others were cleaning while I busied myself looking for the relic. Misty, the dark-haired sister, was chatty all morning talking about a vampire relic that was given to Krystal for safekeeping. It was usually used for opening portals throughout time and space. Unfortunately, Krystal’s memory of what it looked like was erased from her memory. Since I didn’t know exactly what it looked like I had to go off of the power emitting from it. The relic was mad powerful since it belonged to the goddess, Kalti, mother of vampires. How in the Hells Korbin came to possess it was a mystery to me. It honestly doesn’t matter at this point. I just need it to get on with my immortal existence.
“Yeah, you dummy,” Misty ribbed. “You have a client waiting for you. He is kinda yummy,” Misty said, lugging a box on top of the display case in front of us. She pointed to a tall, lean mocha man who was sporting a long braid down his wide shoulder and strong back. When he noticed us the corner of his mouth titled up in a sin eating smirk.
“Oh, my heavens!” I exclaimed as I quickly checked out my reflection in the nearby mirror.
“Oh, my heavens? Okay goober. You’re losing your snit today, sis,” Misty commented as she watched us. “I will send him to the back while you… clean up a bit.” Misty laughed, walking over to the man in question and pointing him towards the back of the store. His gaze racked over us our eyes locking for a second in the mirror before he glided towards the back room.
Recognition sparked as we both breathed as one in that moment, Jona.
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