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prefer I become a tree hugger like her. But, I was never very good at White magic and never really wanted to do it. When I was twelve years old my grandmother told me the truth about how I came to be, and how my mother died. My mother too was a White Witch. One, who was raped by a Demon. Her refusal to cast any magic that would harm another, regardless of the fact that the bastard deserved it, allowed him to get away with what he had done. She became pregnant with me and died in childbirth. And so, my grandmother was left raising a half Demon child. She never treated me like I was an abomination though. She only showed me love, and for that, I will always cherish her. She is the only family I have after all. Since she never answers her home phone, I am forced to drive out once a week to check on her. I don’t mind really. This is the house I was raised in. The house my mother had been raised in. It was nice to come home every once in a while.
    “Here you are, Avy. Just the way you like it,” she said as she sat the sandwich in front of me. Ham with plenty of lettuce, tomatoes and pickles. She was never much of a cook. I pretty much lived off of sandwiches and TV dinners. But , at least she always made sure there was food to be made, even if she didn’t cook it.
    “Thanks, grandmother. So how is Estelle and the gang doing?” I asked before taking a big bite of the sandwich.
    “They are doing very good. We are going to Tallahassee next week for a convention of the White Witches. It should be lots of fun. The Gods have been watching over us. We have made many tributes during the past moon week in an attempt to stay in their favor.”
    “I hope that works out for ya.”
    “You could always join us. It is never too late to start gaining the Gods favor.”
    “No, thank you. I appreciate the offer but will continue to pass.”
    “And I will continue to offer.”
    I finished my sandwich and we caught up on all the current events. Hers mostly consisted of the planets’ alignments and how that effected the tributes they were making and how moon week was. I caught her up on my recent events. Which consisted of work and Temmy. A couple of hours later I kissed her goodbye, wished her much favor with her Gods and Goddesses, and started back to Atlanta. Tomorrow started a new week. Hopefully something would break with my current case.

Five
     
     
    I arrived at Temmy’s house at seven thirty the following Saturday evening. We were supposed to get ready at her house before going to the club. Which basically translated into her wanting to make sure I dressed to her standards. I could have wrapped duct tape around my private areas and she would have thoroughly approved. Jeans and a t-shirt, however, did not foot the bill.
    “I picked out the perfect outfit for you,” she said once I was inside.
    “I brought my own, thank you.” I held up the bag I carried.
    She eyed me speculatively. “Show me.”
    I had actually went shopping and bought this outfit myself. Of course I know Temmy well enough to know what she would approve of, and what she wouldn’t. So I kept that in mind when I picked these clothes out, but I also bought something that I would approve of.
     
    I pulled out the black tank top that would cover everything but the sides were actually lace. I figured it would be comfortable, cool and sexy all at the same time. Temmy was obviously impressed because her brows were raised. Then I pulled the black leather skirt out and her eyes got wide. Yep, she was definitely impressed. The difference between my leather skirt and one she would have picked out for me is that I can actually bend over in mine without mooning everybody behind me.
     
    Pair the outfit with the knee high black leather boots with a three inch heel and I would be looking like your typical club girl. Which was a good look if you were actually going to a club.
    “I don’t know what to say, Avy, other than,” She pretended to wipe her eyes. “My little