Hell On Heels(95)

"Dixie, come here," Lucy said. Her tone was off and her body was stiff. She stared at the floor and her normally rosy complexion had gone pale.
"What?"
"Look," she whispered.
On the wooden floor of the gym, partially obscured by a ridiculous fluffy cloud was a bracelet. A lovely delicate bracelet. Eve's bracelet—the one with the language I couldn't read engraved into the woven bands. A ray of sun shining through the skylight caught it and it glistened.
"That's not a mistake," Lucy said as she squatted down and examined it. "It's her bracelet. She was here."
"Or someone took the bracelet and put it here," I said as I picked it up and held it. The magic that flowed from it was strong and it carried my mother's signature clearly. "Do you feel that?"
"I do." Lucy nodded and ran her fingers over it. "She put it here. I only can scent her. No one else has touched it. Do you think she's dead?"
"No. She'd have to have the Sword of Death, but. . ." Holy Hell, did Eve steal the Sword of Death? Was she going to kill herself? No. She was too selfish to kill herself. She might be tempted, but it would all be for show.
"But what?"
"She's not dead. We would know. She may win the Asstastic Mother of the Millennium Award, but she's still our blood and we would feel her death."
"You sure about that?" Lucy asked doubtfully.
"Yep. It's a story my father told me as a child—we known when our blood dies. We will feel it. All these years I've lived with the pathetic hope that I would meet her because I never felt her death."
"That certainly turned out to be a disappointment," Lucy snapped.
I turned the bracelet over in my palm and realized the script was the same as the text in The Beginning of Time. This was no mistake, but was it a trap? Was Eve part of my purpose or was she the harbinger of my downfall? I was Balance, but she was the Balance of Chaos. Were we natural enemies? I carefully slipped the bracelet on my arm and a searing shot of pain sliced through my head. I dropped to the floor and curled to a ball. Damn her. Damn her to Hell.
"Oh my God," Lucy screamed. "I don't care if she's a fucking True Immortal. She is so dead. Dixie, don't die. Let me take that thing off of you."
My sister tried in vain to remove the bracelet. The moment I put it on, it became a part of me and it was going nowhere fast.
"I'm okay," I mumbled as I got to my knees and looked at my arm. "What the Hell was that?"
"Oh my God," Thing One screeched from the far side of Heaven. "Do you love it or what?" She barreled into the gym followed by the other chattering Things.
Lucy pulled me to my feet and stood slightly in front of me, effectively covering my throbbing red arm. "I wouldn't say love," Lucy quipped.
"Thank you!" Thing Three gushed, completely missing Lucy's sarcasm. "We worked for a whole hour on the Devil."
"I'm sure he would appreciate that," I muttered.
"You are so funny, Dixie," Thing Two sang as she turned circles in Heaven and giggled up a storm. How Lucy spent any time with these girls was still a mystery to me. From the look on her face it was a mystery to her too.
"Oooookay," Thing One said as she straightened out some tangled wind chimes. "The dance committee has to be here early tomorrow. Six o'clock sharp. We get to help the band set up and they are hotter than sin!" she screamed at decibels meant to attract strays.
Thing Three whipped out her lip gloss and applied it as she doled out the rest of the instructions. "Now you two can't be late. Come in the side door because the front will be locked until eight. Bring your costume so you don't mess it up. I'll bring hairspray and extra faux blood in case anyone needs it."
"I'm bringing vodka and Percocet," Thing Four volunteered. "Is anyone bringing Oreos?"
"I will," Thing Two said. "Ewww, what happened to the Demons?"
They stared in horror at the decapitated and crushed dolls.
"Um. . .Myrtle didn't feel they look quite right, so she fixed them," I said sincerely.
"I think it's perfect," Lucy said and nudged me.
They paused in confusion for a minute and then began to hop around like bunnies. "Me too," they shrieked in unison.
Help me Satan, they were almost too stupid to live.
"We're skipping class tomorrow to get our hair dyed green," Thing One explained. "So we'll see you two at six!"
"Toodles," they yelled as they exited the gym en masse.
"Green?" I asked.
"Green," Lucy answered.
"Gonna be fun."
Lucy grinned and shrugged. "It won't be boring."

Chapter 35