Blue Parrot Blues – 3

I sat at the Blue Parrot’s bar and turned my focus to the were-DJ as he introduced the feature singer, an exotically beautiful witch who strangely reminded me of Alicia Keys, as she crooned…”ne me quitte pas…if you go away….” Why did she seem to be looking at me as she sang? “Jess,” Miranda said softly. I looked at her over the bar and she nodded in the direction of the club’s entrance. A group of weres just came in and were looking around Sensing trouble, Miranda signaled Tall Dude, her nickname for the Blue Parrot’s bouncer, and Guy, the club’s owner. The weres weren’t from my pack, though I recognized them as the Amagansett pack. The pack leader spotted me and came over. “What’s he want with me,” I said to Miranda. Tall Dude and Guy stood warily nearby. ”
The pack leader spared them a single glance and then spoke to me. “Don’t like asking for help but we need you,” he said awkwardly. Before I could respond, he continued. “I hear you had a run-in with the demon that’s been killing my pack.” I just stared, my mouth open. After a moment I regained my senses. “Run-in? That thing nearly killed someone…important to me! And lower your voice!” I remembered my manners and added, “Please. We don’t want to panic everyone throwing around the ‘D’ word.”
The pack leader, Eamon was his name, went on though more quietly. “You can pick up its scent. None of us knows it.” The exotic looking witch finished her set and left the stage to indifferent applause. I looked at Eamon and then at Miranda, who looked worried. “I’ll get my coat,” I said. Suddenly, Miranda’s brother, Colin appeared from nowhere. Vamp speed, I remembered. “I’ll go with you,” he said. “I can take care of myself,” I told him. Miranda grabbed my arm pleading, “Colin knows what he’s doing, Jess. Let him come. Please.” I relented, “Okay, I told Colin. Just don’t get in the way.” I got my leather jacket from the cloak room, slipped into it and nearly collided with…it was the exotic looking witch-singer, smiling like she could see right into my soul. “Beware of this creature. It thrives on fear. If you show it fear it will destroy you.” I didn’t move for a long moment, and finally just nodded my head and turned to go. “The demon will not die. You must send it back to its own realm forever,” she warned. “I’m going to kill it,” I told her. She opened her mouth to say something, then backed away when Eamon approached. The pack leader gave her a wary look, then turned to me. “We’ve no time to lose.”
“I’m coming. Jeez,” I said, and scooted ahead.

*** To be continued ***

  1. Phil
    February 19, 2010 at 10:40 pm

    Thanks Tiffany! You made me smile… 😀

  2. February 17, 2010 at 3:14 pm

    I love the tension that is building! Good job Phil!

  3. Phil
    February 11, 2010 at 6:25 pm

    Thanks Alyssa, Billy Joel lives in the same locale as Jess and her friends.

  4. February 11, 2010 at 3:09 pm

    for some unexplained reason, i know have Piano Man stuck in my mind. Lol. 🙂 Thank you Phil! These are great! Must read more… *(runs off to find something*

  5. Phil
    February 11, 2010 at 3:00 pm

    Thanks guys, I’m thrilled you like it. Antonio, Marsha, I’m enjoying your stories a lot and can’t wait to read more. 😀

  6. marsha
    February 11, 2010 at 10:04 am

    Nice Phil. I’m getting more and more intrigued with each installment.

  7. Antonio Rich
    February 10, 2010 at 10:39 pm

    You had me at a witch singer who looks like Alicia Keyes… 🙂

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