Page 93 of Nita's Redemption

“What is going on here? Where did you three come from?” Antoinette asked, jabbing the little stabby thing toward them.

“Now, let’s calm down and you try not to cut us with your toenail file.” Ezra pointed her finger at Antoinette.

Antoinette tossed her head back, laughing like a crazy person. Her hair did that clackety clack thing. Only this time, Nita was prepared. She elbowed both the demoness females, nodding at the lengths of hair making the sound.

“Ah, that’s what did it. Hmm, very interesting. I bet she somehow cut our girl while this shit mesmerized or hypnotized her. Very clever, but you know what they say. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and I’ll shank you. I’m going for option two, Pat.” Ezra began copying the sounds Antoinette made, using her fingers that were sporting some gnarly looking metal rings.

Chloe and Cheryl began to sway, but Antoinette screamed, her pitch higher than Nita thought a female with such a husky voice could create. In fact, the noise was so biting to her sensitive ears, they began to throb. Warmth began to run down her neck on both sides.

“Shit, I guess I get her. You two get those two,” Ezra shouted, launching herself over to where Antoinette stood. Nita fell to her knees, clutching her ears until the screaming was cut off.

She and Menka recovered first, getting to their feet to see Ezra toss Antoinette across the clearing. Nita looked over at Chloe and Cheryl, both females held their arms out.

“Please, we were following her orders. We had no plans to hurt anyone,” Chloe said, staring around at the other humans in the circle. Half were completely slumped over, clearly no longer living.

“What about them? What about my people? I call bullshit. You knew what you were doing when you sent your cousin here all those years ago. My mama followed your directions and lost her life. You would’ve killed me if you could’ve, or you’d have allowed her to do so.” Nita felt the beat of her heart thundering beneath her chest.

“Papa Legba is to return, and to do so, we needed the blood of a shifter. Your mother had one job, and that was to fuck a male then lure him back to us. Instead she got fucked and lured into his world. At first, we thought you were her, but I realized you had to be her welp. All we need is some of your blood. Why are you such a stingy thing?” Cheryl spoke while her sister went to the circle.

Nita kept her eyes on Cheryl, wishing the hatred pouring from her was a result of some sort of trickery. “You hated my mama. Why?”

Cheryl lifted her arms up and dropped them. She screamed like Antoinette, but it wasn’t set to a tone to harm. Nita waited for her to speak, preparing herself for whatever venom spewed forth. The other woman’s amber eyes lit with fire. A smile that reminded Nita of the evil one that Seamus would do before he’d beat her or give her to another to do as they pleased. It took every fiber of her being to not shiver, to keep from showing the bitch she scared her. In reality, she’d seen evil. She’d lived through the worst of the worst and come out alive.

“You think that creepy smile that you probably practiced while you looked in the mirror after you watched way too many scary movies is going to have me shaking in my bare feet? Think again, bitch,” Nita taunted.

She was so proud of herself for standing up to evil she lost sight of Menka and the other females. Cheryl stared at something behind her, that grin getting bigger as she waved two fingers. Nita sensed the air dispersing behind her, but her movement was a wee slower than she wished, making the blow that had been aimed at her head hit her shoulder. She fell with the momentum of the hit, rolling several feet, stopping inches from the roiling flames.

Shit, that was close. Nita shook her head, wiping her face as the blood from her ears dripped onto her cheeks. She used a little of her ability to heal herself while keeping her focus on the female in front of her. The moans from the humans became louder, sort of similar to the zombies her males liked to kill in their video games. A quick look at the ones still alive and they appeared to still be subdued by whatever Antoinette did to them, and those who were dead were still dead, she hoped.

Ezra yelled out what Nita thought sounded like ‘Got it’ in a screech. What or how she got it, Nita wasn’t sure. Hell, she wished the female got others to show up because there was a little movement going on with the dead peeps. Little twitches but if from past experiences with gaming, the twitches were leading up to full on zombie apocalypse shit.

“Why were we even worried about you?” Antoinette reached down and pulled Nita to her feet. The heifer surprised Nita with the amount of strength she had. Of course, she’d been doing some dark magic that was completely unknown to Nita.

A familiar stir in the air soothed the nerves, which were bunched up, after the bitch’s surprise. Nita didn’t look over to see which Olympian had arrived, knowing it had to be one of the demoness females by the scent she’d memorized. Still dangling from the arm of the bitch, Nita gathered her strength, letting her wolf rise slightly to use her power as she punched the female in the chest. She’d practiced many times hitting at close distance when you were unable to use the shifting of your body, her punch sent the female flying back. Nita was released as her hit made contact, the crunch of ribs satisfying to her ears. She didn’t take time to celebrate since the female was an unknown commodity. She stalked to where she landed, making a tsk tsking sound before lifting her up like she’d done Nita. She didn’t waste her breath on words like the bitch had. Nita pulled her right arm back and powered it forward. This time, Antoinette’s jaw met her knuckles, and yes, Nita did grin at the crunch of bones. Blood spurted yet the female still looked at her with hate, greed, and that fucking grin.

“Ah, this is what I need. Such power.” Antoinette tossed her arms out like she was a sacrifice.

“Oh shit. We got some problems over here. Fucking kill her and be done with it, child.”

Nita turned to look over her shoulder, happiness flooding her at the healed image of Bakra dodging a couple of dead humans who were grappling at her.

“You’re okay? The King children said you were seriously ill and... fucking shit, bitch,” Nita snarled, hopping away from Antoinette and the short freaking knife she sliced Nita’s hand with.

“Your blood will bring him here, and he’ll give me his powers. Together he and I will rule this new world.” Antoinette lifted the blade coated with Nita’s blood. The little dagger glinted in the moonlight.

“Ah hell to the no!” Nita shifted her hand into that of her wolf, swiping the knife out of the female’s hand. The scream filled the air again, but it didn’t hurt Nita’s ears this time. Her other hand that wasn’t shifted, grabbed the exposed throat, cutting off the oxygen and her ability to make any sound.

Nita batted her arms away, slicing through skin to bone, weakening Antoinette until she hung in her grasp.

“She’s dead, NitaB. Toss her into the fire and be done with her.” Ezra waved toward the blaze.

She stared from the female whose eyes no longer blazed anything any longer, to the fire. “Put the fire out. She was doing some hoaky fucking shit in there. How many zombies we gotta kill?”

“Is that what you’re calling those creepy fuckers?” Bakra asked, tossing two more of the walking dead bodies she’d decapitated into a pile, their heads into another pile.

“Sounded good to me,” Nita muttered.

“Ah, did anyone see where the other two females went?” Menka asked, killing the last zombie thing.

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