Stakes & Stilettos - Michelle Rowen [35]
“Rrlllkkk,” I growled. Translation: You are one crazy bitch.
Stacy opened her purse and pulled out a small glass vial, then she took the top off it and sprinkled the contents into the palm of her right hand. “You really should have apologized when I gave you the chance.”
There was a knock at the door. “Sarah?” It was Claire’s voice. “Hey, are you in there?”
Stacy smiled at me. “Looks like I’m not the only witch in town. I guess I’d better make this quick.”
My eyes widened. What the hell? What was she going to do?
She began to speak strange words that sounded a lot like Latin. But she wasn’t reading from a book. It looked as if she was reading from the air as her eyes bled to a darker color. Not black like a hungry vampire’s, but a dark red. Her lips curved into a smile as she spoke the words I didn’t understand. I struggled to move but I couldn’t budge.
After another minute, with Claire knocking on the door, Stacy stopped talking. She took a step toward me, and with a smirk, blew the powder into my face. “That should do it.”
I closed my eyes and coughed.
When I opened my eyes, Claire was entering the washroom. She ignored Stacy, who winked at me and brushed past her to leave. It was another few seconds before I could speak or move.
“Why did you lock the door?” Claire asked with a frown. “And why do you have glitter all over your face?”
I felt like I was in shock. I touched my face and my fingers came away with a silvery substance.
I swallowed. I had honestly thought she was going to kill me. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in the backs of my eyeballs.
“Do I look okay?” I asked Claire shakily.
“Yeah, except for all the glitter you look fine.”
“That chick who just left, Stacy McGraw. She tried to freak me out. And she did a pretty damn good job of it.”
“Well, she’s gone now.”
“Thank God.”
“She’s a witch?”
I blinked at her, still trying to shake the unpleasant experience I’d just had. “You guessed it.” I rubbed at the glitter some more.
“No, that won’t do. Come over here.” Claire led me to the sink. I eyed the mirror skeptically, since it only showed her, not me. Claire patted my back. “Don’t worry. I know what you are. It’s no big deal.”
I looked at her with surprise. “It isn’t?”
She shook her head. “I’ve known tons of vampires over the years. The crew chief at Micky Dee’s is one. She’s a bitch, but it doesn’t have anything to do with her being a vamp.” She started to brush the glitter off my face.
“Stacy said you were a witch, too.”
She nodded. “It’s a hobby, mostly. But if you need a demon summoned or your boyfriend turned into a small furry creature, then I’m your gal.” She frowned. “Although I didn’t know you could use cheap drugstore glitter like this. I’ve been buying this shadow salt stuff, which is extremely expensive. What did she do to you?”
“I have no idea. She said some stuff in Latin and then blew the glitter on me.”
“Do you feel okay?”
I thought about it for a moment. “Other than being shaken, I feel perfectly normal.”
“Obviously whatever she was attempting to do to you didn’t work. I think you got off really lucky.”
“I think you might be right.”
A few minutes later, after I’d freshened up my makeup by looking in my shard compact, I headed back out to the reunion dance feeling weary. I searched the crowd for Thierry and found him standing in the corner clutching a small glass of punch. I hugged him tightly, which must have tipped him off to the fact that something was wrong. I gave him the short version of what had happened.
“I think she was all talk,” I said. “Because I feel fine.”
His silver eyes were filled with concern. “She knew you were a vampire?”
I nodded and let out a shaky sigh. “It was freaky. But it doesn’t matter. It’s over. I think she ran away, since