Magick

Okay, so I met this guy at the bar, right? It was goth night, which okay fine whatever. I'm not like goth-goth per se, but I like the music and goth kids are super duper friendly and have like, the best jewelry. Also the bartenders pour heavy, and that's cool. Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry- I tracked dirt all into your house! That's probably from earlier.

Anyway, he was lurking in the corner. Had this real early 2000's emo pop-punk vibe about him. Dressed like a rebellious private school kid. Swoopy bangs, you get it. So I go up to the bar to get another drink, and I comment on his trench coat. Totally stupid I know, but he was just like SO brooding and I needed an in. Says his name is Vetle. Soooo we get to talking, and he pulls on my septum ring and asks if it's real. SUPER obnoxious but also kinda ballsy and dominant so I was secretly a little into it. After another drink, we hit the dance floor and he starts dancing all weird, swaying off rhythm and muttering stuff under his breath but like, he's super hot and I'm in a dry spell so I just deal.

So the bar closes, and he invites me to his place. Turns out he lives right next to a graveyard. I know right?! So weird, but I met him at a goth night so whatever. He gives me a glass of this metallic tasting wine- probably super cheap- and after a glass, we get to gettin'. Honestly, I don't really remember that part very much, all I can really remember is being done with everything and looking over and he is super dead. ICE cold. That's when I texted you FREAKING out. Like I know I'm good at what I do, but I didn't think I'd KILL a guy! So I'm getting my stuff together and I see this note right next to my bag. It's from Vetle and it's talking about taking his body out to the graveyard and digging a shallow grave and stuff and I really don't have the time to deal with cops and court or whatever, so I knew I HAD to follow these instructions.

So I dig the grave, and right as I start to walk away, Vetle pulls himself out, dusts himself off and says that he's from like this long line of necromancers that found a way to get to immortality without making a pact or ritual sacrifice or whatever, they just need a low-vibration member of the opposite sex- whatever that means- to act as a conduit for their energy. So that's when I texted you that second time and told you everything was cool and I'd explain when I came over.

I gotta go through, he's in the car right now and I guess he needs to get to some mansion outside of town before sunrise, but yeah that's why he's no longer dead!