Vengeance Is Mine
Queenie comes back from the dead and has a bone to pick with a certain spirit and a vampire, only to learn her mistress has already got her covered. She has a vendetta of her own.
Queenie jolts awake, coughing. She's back in her personal hell and she groans in discontent. She should've sensed that ghost from a mile away, but she got cocky. Why didn't she use her powers to throw him off? Why didn't she utilize the Seven Wonders and vanish?
Her fingers grace her neck and she sighs.
The fucker got her good.
"My, my, my, Queenie. What a pleasant surprise."
It's Papa Legba, tall, dark and menacing, standing over her with that all-knowing look.
"I expected you to be here fifty years into the future. What happened?"
"Vampire bitch and a cowardly ghost that looks like Kyle." Queenie explained. She's helped up by the loa and she frowns at the realization.
"If I had another chance, I would've taken both of them down and got the hell out of there."
"Hmm…" Papa Legba strokes his chin.
"Is it vengeance you seek?"
"Yes. It is."
"Well fear not, child. Within a few hours you'll be back to the land of the living. In the meantime, let's have a little fun." Papa Legba pulls out a deck of tarot cards.
"Let's see what's in the future of your enemies."
Ramona Royale, sated and healthy, saunters over to the hotel room that Queenie's body resided. For some nagging reason, she fears she isn't fully dead.
She opens the door, and is shocked at what she sees.
The bed is fully made, no evidence of a struggle, not even a drop of blood is in the room. Either the maid did her best work in a record time or it's some kind of trick.
She inspects closely, until she sees a tarot card sitting on the bed. She picks it up and her eyes widen in terror.
It's the death card, with a note attached to it. In neat, cursive handwriting, are the words:
Prepare to pay in blood, bitch. Your days are numbered.
-M.L.
"I've got a bad feeling." Ramona mutters. As if on cue, her finger is sliced by the card. Hissing, she retracts her hand away. That's okay; in a few seconds it'll heal.
She was wrong.
The cut seemed to get deeper, and soon her blood started to pour at a rapid pace. She scrambles to stop the blood, but no avail. The strength she felt from the witch's blood seems to leave her; she feels drained. The blood poured into the carpet and spread, making a symbol.
In crude font, is a symbol, with intricate detail. Before she could get a closer look, the blood bursts into flames. The flames lick and eat at the carpet, smoke making Ramona choke. When the smoke clears, she gets a message.
Two snakes cross each other, pierced by a dagger.
"You done messed with the wrong witch," A voice hisses.
It's then, for the first time in her life, Ramona Royale is scared.