Hexed

Long strands of spiderweb clenched his neck, stretching upward, growing more transparent with each inch until they finally vanished about three feet above his head.
    I glanced at my mother. “Go.”
    She set the glass jar down, turned, and fled. The rest of my family followed. In a moment, the garden and the house were deserted. Only Jim and I were left.
    I came over and knelt by him. He slumped on the bench. He was so weak, he probably couldn’t even move.
    “How are you?”
    Ashen lips moved. “Great. Never better.”
    “I found out what happened,” I told him. “During the last flare, a woman and her daughter were stabbed in South Asia. They bled out into the street and nobody helped. It was horrible. The daughter died, but the woman survived. She turned into a monster and once a year she demands a sacrifice from the people who ignored her dying.”
    Jim’s voice was weak. “How long has that been going on?”
    “Seven years.”
    “And nobody said anything?”
    I shook my head. “They felt ashamed. They tried hiring the Guild, but she killed the mercenaries. It became every family for themselves. August’s family was the last one targeted. He went to fight the monster.”
    “With no backup?”
    “Yes.”
    Jim sighed. “People are idiots.”
    “That theory seems likely, yes.”
    Jim coughed. “So what now?”
    “There are spiderwebs attached to your throat. I’m going to cut them with my pretty magic knife. When I do, you will faint from shock. Then the woman will come back and try to devour you anyway, because her type never lets prey get away.”
    “Is that why everyone left?”
    I nodded.
    “Are you going to curse her?”
    “Something like that.”
    Jim stared at me. “Dali?”
    How did he always know when I was hiding something? “There is a small problem with that. My curses only work on animals and people. Something with blood. Hiromi has no blood. She has insect slime. Remember the kanji character you saw on the floor? Jorō , the whore? That was part of her demon name. That’s why August knew it. His family had been terrified of her for years. She’s jorōgumo , the whore spider. So I’ll have to be creative.” And if I fail, you will never wake up.
    He tried to rise but managed only a twitch.
    “You can’t stop me,” I told him. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.”
    “You should go,” he said. “Leave me.”
    “Having a vegetarian blind girl save your behind really bothers you, doesn’t it?”
    “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
    I took his hand and squeezed it, trying to keep the tears out of my voice. “I’m about to cut the web, Jim. You have about a minute, so if there is something you really need to tell me, you have to do it now.”
    His eyes told me he understood. This could be the last time we spoke to each other.
    “I’m sorry about our fight.”
    “I forgive you,” I told him, and sliced through the first line. The keris severed it in one short cut. It blinked and vanished. “You just don’t understand what it’s like not to be pretty. It’s because you’ve always been hot.”
    He coughed. “Hot?”
    “Mhm.”
    “Have you ever looked at me?”
    “I have. I look at you all the time, Jim.” I severed the second line. It disappeared. A shudder ran through Jim’s body. His legs trembled.
    “About Indonesian,” Jim said. “I learned it so I could talk to you.”
    Oh, Jim. What the hell, I might never see him again. This was my last chance. I leaned over and kissed his lips.
    He kissed me back. It was tender and loving and everything I had dreamed it would be. Tears ran down my face and I couldn’t stop them. I loved him. I didn’t know if he loved me back. He might have kissed me out of gratitude or for some other strange reason, but it seemed so unimportant now. If someone offered me a choice, his life or his love, I would give him up. Even if it meant he would never remember me and we would never speak again. As long as he lived. That’s all I wanted. I just wanted him to be okay.
    We broke apart and I looked into his eyes. “You’re ready?”
    “Kick her ass,” he said.
    I cut the third line.
    His eyes rolled back in his head. He slumped back. I touched my fingers to his neck. Alive. Come on, Lyc-V. Fix him up.
    There was nothing left to do but wait. I sat down. If I were Kate, I could pull out my sword and when Hiromi showed up, I’d spit some magic at her and then cut her to pieces. If I were Andrea, I’d shoot it until it