WHITE DEVILS

"The Corpse Root is fantastic! If you take enough
you literally 'die', that is until you have the antidote.
I took enough to have a heart attack and then
still my vital functions." Patrick said proudly.
I glared at him.
"You scared the shit out of us all and then you crow
about it like Peter Pan! You are an old guy for fucks
sake! Have you no responsibility? What about Catherine?
What about me?"
Patrick laughed:"Needs must when the devil drives." He
purred.
"Don't you cliche me! Don't you dare, when we have been
running around after you and I had to wear scrubs
and a leotard and I looked stupid." I shook so much my
fag as fell down my top." Shit!" I snapped wiping away
the ash.
"Catherine is beyond caring at what I do as long as I include
her, as for you, well let us just say I might have an
interesting offer to put to you." He handed me a fresh ciggie.
"Tell me about Dada So, how did this all happen?"
"As I said before me and So were like brothers when
I left Haiti for South Africa he came with me. He was very
much in his element there, he said the place had a certain
wildness to it that attuned the spirits, his magic was
potent and he soon had a small but discreet trade in
spells and potions. Mostly a white clientele, does that
surprise you?"
"No." I said as I hadn't got the connection.
"The White's had the heavy duty money, the were the
ones who safaried, the hunters of big game, the drug
dealers, the pimps."
"Men like you you mean?" I scanned his face but as
ever it was cool, detachedly smug.
"If you like, a certain kind of man, aging, afraid of his
own mortality, his impotence, his power leaving him.
These guys would pay anything for a hard dick and
remember this was before Viagra. White Devils the
blacks called us, not completely incorrect.
So became comfortable with his life just as mine started
to break down. I was too attached to my opium,
fantasy and dreams, I hadn't done a days work for years,
there was always someone I could pay to do it for me.
Life caught me and I was in a bad way, So devised a spell
that would be my wild card, my way out and my salvation."
Patrick leaned against me. "Please do not hold this
against me Rebecca, remember I was desperate."
"I'll try not to."I looked across the loch and wondered
if spells and magic were true then perhaps Nessie swam
beneath it's satin waters. Yeah right!
I was still waiting for the sex and chickens bit!

Becka M