Girl Fight

Girl Fight

The weather is so hot; you can fry an egg on the street within seconds.  It’s like slavery at its finest, illegal workers getting paid below minimum wage as their masters sit in their pools, in Scottsdale, Arizona.

Spirit is relaxing in her roman tub with the television on and the wine flowing.  She has no care in the world; just peace.  She’s the master of a beautiful lust house in the middle of the desert dripping of wealth as the slaves live in there apartments in the slums.

Her palace is fit for a Roman Goddess Venus with a Greek theme.  The house is covered in black and gray marble, 24 carat gold and technological advanced.  Bill Gates mentioned how jealous he was during their lunch date.  A house is a house, but doesn’t mean it’s a home.

As the power jets of her roman marble tub massage every inch of her body, a bright emotional feeling fills the air.

The air in the room feels great with a sense of peace and excitement, “Hello, my wonderful niece,” Spirit says to the air.

There is no answer, but light smiling with love.

Spirit rolls her eyes and pours some wine in an empty glass.

“I have been waiting for you to come, finally you are here,” Spirit says.

The laughter that fills the room and a shadowy creature appears on the wall of the smooth marble and gold plated knobs.

“Show yourself my love.  Can you believe we are this young and don’t look a day over 20?” Spirit asks.

“I know. You must be at least 300 years old. Senior Citizen,” the shadow figure speaks.

“You shouldn’t talk. You have to be 100ish,” Spirit says.

The shadowy figure crawls into the tub as a snake crawling to it prey.  The shadow gains mass and then turns into a beautiful woman.   Her hair is soft like corn silk and flawless skin. Her body is thin and athletic, with a sense of soft.  A woman who looks like an angel with a devil’s heart; any man will desire her.

With her bright blue eyes, she smiles at Spirit.

“Hello, auntie,” Oriana says.

Oriana is the oldest child of Tristan and Elisabeth.  Her birth served a golden purpose for her father to enter into Saxton family without any problems from Erika, Olyvia and Simon Peter. Dating or living around the family is a simple story, but being part of the family is different.

Alexander, Megan,Blyth, Tristan, Sani, Neveah and the Simon Peter’s clan knows to well.  Being part of the Saxton family is not easy and sometimes living forever can be a curse. You lose yourself as time pass you by without a care.

Decades began and decades end, as a Shadow Creature continues to be young and free without aging.  Age guides a person’s time of earth, like a human timer. When the time goes out, you look around to see what you did with your life.

For a Shadow Creature, time is waste and things get old. The challenge is gone and life becomes meaningless.

Erika never understood why Tristan would do anything to become a Shadow Creature. The terms were, “If you want me to be a father to this child, you have to turn me,” Tristan said.

Erika didn’t want Oriana to be a fatherless child and Elisabeth to be an unwed mother. She changed him with a sickness in her heart.

“Here’s your glass,” Spirit says.

Oriana drinks her wine while looking straight ahead at Spirit, “Thank you! So, what is it with slaves?”

“They are workers. They keep me sane,” Spirit says.

“Don’t you see a problem here? What have your momma told you?” Oriana asks.

“Do we have to get into it?  When my mother was a slave, she was never paid,” Spirit says.

“The bare min,” Oriana says.

Spirit splashes water in Oriana’s face.

“You came fromEuropeto get me a lecture. Wait, what happen to you?” Spirit asks.

“I met someone.”

“Shut up!  What!”

“Yep, I met the man of my dreams.  He is my world; he is the love of my live. His arms are so thick, chest so big with an English accent to match. I’m in heaven when I’m with him.  He makes me feel safe and at home.  I don’t want to be the demon anymore. If you knew how he takes care of me, you will never believe it. Life has meaning again,” Oriana says.

“Does he know?” Spirit asks.

“Knows what?”

“Do I have to spell it? You can’t die. You can’t grow old. How old is he?” Spirit asks.

“Details, details, details. Leave the details alone. I am happy.”

Spirit sits up and looks at Oriana straight in her eyes.

“What?” Oriana asks.

Spirit looks at her and in instant, changes into her true form.  Spirit changes from a creamy white red head with green eyes to a black demon on steroids.  She stands up and stares down at her niece as if Oriana is food.

With one heavy handed slap, half of Oriana’s face is on the floor.

These best friends became enemies in one breath.