Halloween Hijinks and Horrors

Chapter 9

The Ex-boyfriend

Originally from Catherine Burkhardt. Cleaned up a bit for Halloween

1.5k words 10/30/20 r1

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Catherine Burkhardt, Nick and Adalind's 2nd child together, had no desire to ever settle down. Medical school kept her way too busy and she loved playing the field. She paid her way through school stripping at high end strip clubs.

Like her namesake Hexenbiest grandmother, she cultivated a nasty habit of becoming infatuated with bad men who liked strippers and then murdering them, like her latest Ex-boyfriend, Jimmy, the Lawyer.

"Pffffftttt! Medical School my butt! You're a stripper and that's all you'll ever be!" the fourty five year old lawyer yelled. He was furious with his 25 year old girlfriend. Catherine just asked him for money again. "What do you think I am? A bank? I have to work for my money! Money money money! I swear it's always the same thing with you strippers!" The red-faced lawyer angrily yelled.

He believed he owned her. The beautiful young witch refused to give herself away - she was just a pretty girl to him and she wanted it to stay that way until she was ready. So she sensed his emotions - she read his mind, then affected her emotions.

"I'm sorry Jimmy" she sobbed and touched his hand "You know my books are expensive. I have all my labs coming up and I need to pay for them." She cried because he wanted to see her cry. She knew he craved the feeling of power over her.

"I'm so sorry Jimmy. School is just so expensive. I just need another $10,000 to cover my classes this fall." She sobbed. She touched his face and focused her powers, witching him.

His stern face softened and his brown eyes slightly glazed over. She owned him and he would pay dearly. He apologized profusely. "I am sorry I yelled at you Catherine. You know I love you. It's just that I have to work all these extra hours to cover your school. I picked up four more cases this week." He scowled at himself and pulled out his wallet "Here, take this for now. You know I'll have the rest Friday." He handed her $3,000 cash.

She pushed it back at him, looked down, and let a single tear drip onto the floor. "I guess I'll just go back to stripping."

"No! Really, take it. I won't have my girl stripping." He looked at the tiny black haired woman with red eyes and a sad expression sitting there in front of him as she sobbed heavy tears onto the floor. He put the money into her hands.

She sobbed again, "No, you don't have to, I'll get loans."

"Loans? Really? Medical school costs a fortune."

He didn't know why he couldn't help himself, but he couldn't. He bought her dinner at a nice restaurant and drove straight back to his law office to work past 2:00AM again tonight.

At 1:30AM, the fourty five year old lawyer looked over his online bank accounts and yelled at himself, furiously. "Jimmy, what's wrong with you? You've given her between $10,000 and $20,000 per week for six months now! She's good, but she's not fifteen-large a week good! You're just going to have to the stripper in her place! Put your foot down or break it off!"

The next day she repeated her performance. He yelled, and she cried. He pulled out his wallet and emptied it again into her hands, then headed back to the law office to work till 3:00AM. This week cost him $21,000.

The next week his partner yelled at him "Ok, then where's all the money gone? I'll tell you where it's gone! I couldn't take a vacation with my wife and kids because of your little stripper, that's where! I'm done with you and your hookers! Halloween is next Saturday. Come the first of the year - I'm out! That'll give you two months to find a new partner!"

The following Monday, the Lausenschlanger lawyer fanged out at her over her continued demands. He showed her the large, hooked, fangs and scaly skin of his Wesen snake-monster form. She put on her very best show for him. She jumped back in terror and started crying. "No, Jimmy, you know I love you! Don't hurt me!" She was a champion at this, and he didn't sense the iron resolve. Nobody fanged out at the half Grimm, Hexenbiest like that.

She slinked into his law office at 11:00PM Thursday. She slithered up to him in a very tight, revealing, lacy, black dress, a large black witch hat, and four inch black stiletto high heels. It never occurred to him to ask how she got in - he locked the door hours ago. Grandmother Grimm taught her the finer points of slipping even the best locks years ago.

She twirled around him with a smile. "Do you like my costume? What are you wearing to the party?"

"Oh, come on, a Halloween Party? That's kid stuff." He tried to ignore her, to focus on work.

She pouted her face and crooned "You're coming with me right? All my girlfriends from the club will be there."

He grumbled under his breath, thinking about all of his adult responsibilities, like making money to pay for her. "Look, hon, I don't have time right now. I really need to get these cases ready for trial tomorrow."

"Oh, come on, this will be fun!" She flopped the big black hat on his head and smirked playfully. She twirled around behind him, seductively recited a few words in Latin, then gently rubbed his head through the top of the hat.

"Look, I really don't have time for this tonight!" He scowled. He reached up towards the hat when she twirled around into his lap. She took his hands away from the hat, crossed them around her neck, and smiled a big smile. She leaned back on him and held up her cellphone to snap a selfie "I promise, my friends and I will make it worthwhile. Smile!"

He scowled as her cellphone camera clicked a photo.

She looked at the pic and playfully wrinkled her nose "Come on sweetie! I can't put that on my page."

"Really? How am I supposed to have any fun when you cost me so much money? My partner just told me he's leaving at the new year because of you."

He noticed the hat tightened. He looked at the clock, frustrated. Eleven-thirty! It was time to quit fooling around, so he went to pull it off. She gently moved his hands away again. She seductively twirled around his back again while he tried to pull off the hat again, then she twirled back into his lap.

Panic crossed his face as he stared into the empty, hollow eyes of, a petite ancient Hexenbiest witch corpse. The semi-mummified skeleton, wearing a teeny lacy black dress, swished into his lap, and ground her bony jaws at him. Her lifeless shrivelled eyes peered down into the deepest reaches of his consciousness out of their hollow sockets, and her thick black jagged nails clawed into his neck.

He tried to recoil in terror, but found himself locked in her iron grasp. "Going somewhere?" The ancient witch asked "I can't believe you don't want to go with me," as she ground her bony jaws.

A trickle of blood ran down his forehead as she ran a hard, dried, curled leathery hand across his lips. He struggled against her as powerfully as he could. He tried to push her off, but he couldn't break her iron grip until the ancient witch finally twirled back off his lap and stood him up out of the chair. Steam rose off of his custom tailored white shirt, and another trickle of blood ran down his face into his collar.

He wanted to grab at things, fight, and run, but her hard leathery hand paralyzed him. "Don't strain too hard, you'll make a mess" the tiny witch teased. "Big man making a girl cry! Are you going to fang out on me now? Come on, show me the big snake again Jimmy!" And she dragged hard black jagged nails across his lips.

The witch smirked at him as his body stiffened up into a brown leathery corpse "I know it sounds cliched but it's not you, it's me. This just isn't going to work. I think it's time for me to see other people." Brown powder started drifting off the lawyer's statue until finally the hat was sitting on a small tannish pile of dust.

The witch transformed back into the petite beautiful woman in the skimpy black dress. She picked up the hat, smiled, put it back on her head, and strutted back out of the law office.