Evocation

“Darlin, darlin

Doesn’t have a problem

Lyin to herself’

Cause her liquor’s top shelf...”

~ Carmen, Lana del Rey

Lethia POV

Lana del Reys’ deep and sultry voice slithered smoothly into my ears. It was 5 o’clock in the morning, and the suns’ rays were slowly starting to show. As I hurried back to my home, junkies loitering around started catcalling and whistling, mocking me to “do them”. I flipped them off and swore under my breath. Upon arriving my broken down home, I double locked the door, flung my bag half filled with cash on the broken sofa and slunked to the bathroom.

In the cracked mirror, a girl with blonde hair and jade green eyes stared back at me. Pretty right? No. Her hair was dyed to an obnoxious golden sheen and curled instead of its straight jet black gorgeousness, and those dark, dead eyes, seemed like her soul got sucked out of her by force. Looking a bit further, on the nape of her neck was a purple mark crossed out by a “X”. Normal people assumed it was a tattoo covering a birthmark, yet to werewolves, it signifies something much more sad and painful. Who is she? That’s me. Lethia Michelle Augustine.

Lying on my makeshift bed- an old mattress I bargained for 5 dollars- sleep slowly consumed me, but I couldn’t stop but reminisce of what my life was years ago.

Eight Hours Later

“IT’S FRIDAAAAY FRIDAAAAY GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAAAAAY FRIDAAAAY FRIDAAAY”

The worst song in history rang through my ears as I stirred from my slumber.

“FOR THE LOVE OF THE MOON GODDESS WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT THE-”“PARTYING PARTYING HEY! PARTYING PARTYING HEYYYYY!” My cousin belted out.

“PHOEBE KELSEY MCADAMS IF YOU SING THAT DAMN SONG FOR TWO MORE SECONDS I SWEAR I’M GOING TO RIP OFF YOUR HEAD!” I shrieked as I threw the radio which was blasting that awful song to the wall.

“Lee chill out, it’s just a song,“Phoebe pouted. I rolled my eyes and picked up the shattered remnants of the useless thing on the ground.

“What do you want Phoebe? I know everytime you sneak into my house you want something,” I growled under my breath, inky black slowly seeping in my green eyes as my cranky wolf surfaced due to my lack of sleep for the past few days.

Phoebe Kelsey Mcadams. My 18 year old cousin and the only person I care in this world. Well except for my child who I can never see again. She lives with her boyfriend on the other side of town. Long wavy brown hair, a pair of cornflower blue eyes and a warm complexion, not a grain of evilness has contaminated her pure heart unlike mine.

“I WANT TO GO TO THE CLUB YOU’RE WORKING AT AND BE THE DJ!” Phoebe yelled and my wolf returned a equally loud growl.

“Phoebe, that’s not happening anytime soon. How many times fo I have to tell you? For crying out loud you’ve been asking me the same thing 7383652 times this week already and EVERY TIME I SAID NO!” My voice raising at the last part, and my wolf threatened to burst out any second to smack some sense in my hard-headed cousin.

You’re probably wondering why Phoebe wants to go work in a club and why I won’t let her. Well her dream is to become a world famous DJ, and the club I’m working at is dangerous. Literally dangerous as the depths of the underworld. Human drug dealers, mafia and cartel leaders along with rogues are there 24/7, and lethal bar fights happen every two seconds. I’m actually surprised that I haven’t died during the two years I’ve worked there as a stripper. That’s the reason why I won’t let Phoebe tag along with me and go there. I can’t bear the thought of my only relative dying and leaving me alone in this shitty world.

“Lethy, can I please go? I’ll promise I won’t get into trouble,” Phoebe whispered with her puppy eyes boring in my brooding ones.

“You sneaky little... UGH you know I can’t resist those puppy eyes!” I yelled out in exasperation. Well it’s not just the puppy eyes. I also melt when people call me ‘Lethy’. Well at least when my ex-mate called me that. If anyone calls me that with the exception of Phoebe, I would snap their neck in half and gouge their eyes out in three seconds flat.

“Fine! Get dressed and we’ll leave in two hours. No clothes that show too much cleavage or booty!” I huffed, giving in to her pleas.

“YES FINALLY! I GET TO GO TO THE CLUB! THIS CALLS FOR A CELEBRATION!” An over excited Phoebe screamed. I rolled my eyes and sighed. This was going to be a long night.

Two Hours Later

“PHOEBE YOU DONE YET?!” I hollered as I practically knocked the bathroom door down. I swear to the moon goddess if she doesn’t come out this second I’m locking her in the house.

“Yeah yeah yeah whatever I’m coming out now!” Phoebe snapped. The door opened and she stepped out, wearing a black asymmetric playsuit with a choker. As soon as she saw me, Phoebe whistled and said, “If I were a man I’d do you, hot stuff.”

“If you were a man, you would be my male cousin and that would be incest, so I THINK THE FVCK NOT!” I hissed with a hint of annoyance.

“Lets just go before I’m late and get berated by my boss,” I said as I ushered Phoebe out of my house.

We slowly walked to the club, which was just 20 minutes away. As we were walking, Phoebe noticed the beggars and drug addicts lying on the street. Her eyes filled with pity as she took out her purse to give them some change. Using my werewolf reflexes, I immediately stopped her.

“What do you think you’re doing Phoebe?” I scolded her, at the same time glaring icily at the pathetic scum looking at Phoebe hopefully. “They don’t deserve our compassion or money,” I growled while dragging her away.

“Just because they’re human doesn’t mean we can’t help them!” Phoebe yelped, “Don’t be so frugal and have some compassion in your ice cold heart,”My wolf snarled, and I didn’t bother to hide it. Phoebe rolled her eyes and took out her headphones to block out me.

Our walk continued in utter silence,

Until-