Tori and Erzulie got out of the car. As they walked up to the front door, they bumped into a raven-haired girl with green eyes and an alluring suntan who was dressed in outrageously skimpy clothes that bared everything that was legal to bare.
Tori frowned as she sniffed the air. "Who are you?! Why are you here?!"
"Holy shit, can't a girl visit her bestie anymore?!" the beautiful raven-haired girl snapped. "I'm Jezebel du Charme, and I'm here to have a nail-painting party with my BFF Renata. What's it to you, freak?"
Tori snickered. "Isn't that cute, Erzulie? Little Miss Brimstone here thinks I'm the freak. Best joke I've heard since we interrogated that werecoyote pack last year!" Her face grew serious as she turned to face Jezebel. "I'll tell you what this is to me. I'm Victoria Vordenburg, my aunt lives here with her husband and kids, and I know you're a succubus."
"V-V-Vordenburg?!" Jezebel choked out. She fought to regain her composure and not out herself to the monster hunters. "What makes you spit out such an insane accusation as that?"
"For one thing, you said your family name is du Charme," Tori said, opening her bag of monster-hunting equipment. "I know your mom. She's the demonic whore who runs Inferno, a lesbian nightclub that SERIOUSLY skirts my definition of minding your manners. For another, your human disguise is doing nothing to cover up that distinctive sulfurous odor you hellspawn all share. Most importantly... I can test it!"
Tori whipped a large crucifix out of her bag. It was a big and solid piece made from mahogany with a solid bronze Jesus. Tori brandished the holy symbol at Jezebel, causing the disguised succubus to recoil in an almost supernatural panic.
"See?" Tori grinned as Jezebel sprinted to the far end of the driveway. "You can't go near a symbol of a religion inspired by Father Day if the wielder has genuine faith in Him. Only the symbols of the faiths of Mother Night are safe for you. Heh, too bad I don't keep any Wiccan symbols in this bag. Then you might have been able to stay."
"I just wanted to visit my friend, you bitch!" Jezebel shouted angrily.
"You think I want a demon talking to my cousin when she's already mixed up with werefoxes?!" Tori snarled. "You guys are some of the most dangerous monsters out there! Just be glad I tried something so non-violent. I do have vials of holy water in her, you know."
"You know what?" Jezebel huffed. "Getting my nails done isn't worth putting up with your 'monster' hunter crap! I'll go get Ruby to paint them instead!" The infuriated Jezebel stormed off, leaving Tori and Erzulie alone in the driveway.
"You know, not ALL demons are psychopaths," Erzulie remarked to her girlfriend.
"Yeah, but I'm not going to take a gamble that Renata's befriended one of the alright ones," Tori said as she put away the crucifix. "Especially not when her mom runs a nightclub to harvest little sips of life force from my fellow lesbians. I feel like a fucking traitor to both my species and my sexual orientation for allowing that place to stay open!"
"It IS just a little sip from each guest," Erzulie said, literally playing devil's advocate.
"It always starts that way," Tori frowned, "but I've heard of demons who tried similar business strategies for life force harvesting who felt the temptation grow too strong... and they started draining it all."
"Well, enough about demons," Erzulie said. "Let's find Renata."
The two marched up to the front door and rang the doorbell. They were greeted by Kim Hamilton. "Welcome back, you two," said Kim. "Is anything wrong?"
"We just want to have a private chat with Renata," said Tori. "Is she home?"
"She's in her room," said Kim. "Go ahead and speak with her. I'm really concerned about the werefox thing."
"Thanks," Tori said. She and Erzulie headed upstairs toward Renata's room.