The Dinner Guest - Chapter 11: The Tale of Will

Yo check it - I'm Will and I'm a warlock.

And right now, I'm the warden of my own private prison. Population: one intergalatic robot dog cop.

It's been three days since my witch called and said some homeboy was out to start something down at the club. I was up to my elbows in orphan blood, but dropped it all and hopped on my tricked out rocket broom.

I was packing my piece so I got the drop on that player while he was getting up in my woman's grill.

Since then, we've had the dog locked up in a statis field in our closet. I want to drop another cap in him and this time knock him out for good, but Lola's trippin'.

"Will, we can't kill a cop. They take that kind of think seriously. I don't want to end up like my brother."

Lola's brother was serving a stint in Senegal for selling stims to an undercover narcotics agent.

"Lola, we should let this guy go. Just tell him where Karl is."

She got that dreamy look in her eye. That far away look like she was somewhere else, the look that I've seen so often while making love.

"I can't give up Karl, I...."

She trailed off.

"I treasure his friendship."

I've heard that before. It's not convining and other signs are there.

For months, I've tried to begin the transcendent astral bonding ritual that would tie us as warlock and witch. However, Lola won't take the first step and spill the blood of a requisite orphan.

I've killed close to 20 myself, but she's unwilling to take the plunge. Morality has no meaning for our kind, so I know it's not that. I bet she would spill the blood for Karl.

"So what are we going to do about this clown, baby?"

She furrowed her brow.

"I know there's a spell out there to banish him to another dimension, but I'll have to check," she said.

I thought to myself.

"Isn't your sister in school for that? She could help"

Lola smiled.

"Yes, I think she got a degree in intergalactic dog banishing decades ago from Vassar. I'll give her a call. Meanwhile, you take care of our 'guest.'"

Whateva. This was getting old. Oh well, maybe I could sneak in another orphan sacrifice tonight.