Page 42 of Dima's Vision
I stomp through my home, reaching the front door in enough time to fling it open before Gabe can press the doorbell again.
“Oh no, what did she do to you?” He whispers in horror, finger still hovering near the door bell.
“What are you?” I ask, eyeing the long black shapeless coat he’s wearing. Trying my hardest not to look at the bald cap and eyeliner.
“I’m Uncle Fester.”
“Who?”
“From the Addams family? You know? You’re Pugsley, and lemme guess, Kristie is Wednesday?”
I stare at him, trying to decipher the gibberish coming from his mouth.
“Let me in and I’ll show you.”
I step out of the doorway as Gabe pulls out his phone, tapping at his screen. “See?”
He turns his phone around and there is a whole family of odd goth people. Me, Kristie and Gabe make up three of them, but by the looks of it there are still two others. A mom and a dad maybe.
I let out a groan as Gabe laughs and slaps me on the shoulder, before he flops down on the couch. “How is she doing?”
“She seems lighter. Happier maybe?”
Gabe nods. “I don’t like the thought of souls splitting. Ever. It causes me physical pain, as you well know. But that side of Kristie? She begged to be freed. It wasn’t me who decided, I was just the one to help the gift, curse, whatever you want to call it, move on.”
I eye him. He looks healthy, well. “And you’re alright?”
He huffs, tilting his chin up, “Yeah. That’s how I knew it was the right thing to do. It felt right.”
I nod, gripping his shoulder. I open my mouth but I’m interrupted by the doorbell ringing again.
“Can you get the door, babe? I’ll be out in a second!” Kristie’s muffled voice calls from down the hall.
“She’s got your number, brother,” Gabe chuckles.
Moving to the door I swing it open to two people I hold dear in this world and yet I still blink in shock.
“Are you going to let us in,brat?” Sasha’s voice says, smoothly drifting out of his made up face, his long black wig gently flowing around him and his skin-tight long black dress.
I stand stock still, staring at him until Roman clears his throat and I jump back in fright.
“Oh come on! I don’t look that bad.” He rolls his eyes, his jet black hair is slicked back.
My eyes narrow at his top lip, “Did you grow a moustache for this?”
He breezes past me into my home, ignoring my question as he moves toward my woman, arms open wide.
“Ah, La Strega. I have heard many good things about you. I hear our families are looking to become close allies.”
“Argh, I’m so glad you could make it! Was he shocked? I bet he was shocked, there was no WAY I was going to tell him that I had called you to join us for Halloween.” Kristie’s giggles fill the room as she and Roman bond like they’re old buddies rather than just meeting now. And what the fuck was the allies line he used?
“Brat,” Sasha’s voice gently calls as he moves into my home, closing the door behind him. “You look good, little brother. Happy.”
I search his face, much like mine. Well, usually. “I am happy, Sasha. I have found the other part of my soul.”
“Feels good, huh?”
“Feels amazing.”
