The Rut is Here

I just found myself thinking about some of the things for which I've worked magic... My earliest forays into the craft were typical girlie things. I wanted boyfriends, I wanted money, I wanted boyfriends with money, wanted beauty, wanted to be a rock star... all the spells I cast rarely worked, except for the ones that were supposed to, the ones that were for protection or retribution. The first time I tried a summoning spell, I asked the spirit to teach me how to read Tarot cards - he never spoke, just would point at things - he pointed to the books on my bookshelf, crossed his arms & refused to speak to me again. I asked another spirit for psychic powers and that was disastrous... I think it made me nuts, literally insane for a couple of years until I learned how to deal with it and finally pretty much shut it all off.

There was a spirit that I called up who usually would answer my summons. The spirit laughed at me when I tried to coerce her into killing my dad's girlfriend, Elizabeth. The spirit told me I needed to parley with stronger spirits, and I did... Liz didn't die, but at least she did go away, which was really all I wanted, even if it ruined my life in the process. The spirit I had always worked with could probably have made Liz leave my dad, too, but she took everything I said at face value, especially since I learned early about contracts and loopholes. Djinn make me nervous & that spirit was akin to them in her cunning. After Liz was gone, I called the spirit up one last time and broke the circle, letting her go & try as I might, I could never contact her again.

I did end up with one very long-lasting gift bestowed upon me by the spirit I summoned. It was the first time I managed to successfully call her up. She laughed at me, called me a fool and a wastrel, told me I could have so much more if I only asked for it... but what did I ask for?

I can turn sex into a song. I haven't lost the beat, either.