WIP Summary and Snippet
Summary:
Bridgette goes home for her little sister's wedding and all hell breaks lose . . . literally. She must maneuver through her former life in Ohio, trying to handle relationships, friendships, and her empath best friend . . . not to mention her new Demon . . . fiance?
Snippet:
Someone was screaming.
I rolled off my bed and fell on the floor. My cousin, Aaron, and his wife Julie were standing in the hall when I opened the door.
“ 's' matter,” I asked, clutching the door frame tiredly.
More screaming.
Suddenly out of my stupor, I ran down the hall and stopped in front of a door. I had heard voices before from this room – Simone and Mary. Light shone from under the door.
I flung the door open as Mary started screaming again.
I blinked twice to make sure I wasn't imagining the whole thing.
A portal was opened in the floor, inside a circle of candles. Simone sat in the corner crying while Mary was crying and screaming being held in the air by her arm. She must have been standing too close. “Put her down,” I said, Aaron coming in behind him wielding a bat. I raised an eyebrow at him. He shrugged.
“Look, I'm tired and I'm pretty sure that I'm still drunk,” I said to the room at large, “put Mary down and everyone can go back to bed or I won't make it til tomorrow afternoon.”
“I am not leaving without my compensation,” the tall man shaped demon standing beside the portal told me, holding Mary up higher.
“Hey,” Aaron said, pointing his bat.
“Step back, Julie,” I whispered. I heard her step back into the hall. “Take Derek Jeter here with you.” I took the bat from him and waited until I heard the door shut behind me. “Now listen here, I am so not in the mood for this crap. Knock it off.” Too bad he was a demon, he was kinda cute.
“I will not leave without . . .”
“Yeah, yeah, you want compensation,” I interrupted him. “Can this wait until tomorrow night? What do you want anyway?”
“The summoning spell required my obtaining a bride,” the demon told me steadily.
I glanced at the bride in the corner before turning back to glare at the demon. “Which one,” I asked him. One of them had to initiate the spell, meaning that one was responsible for payment.
“Mary invoked the circle,” Simone spoke up.
“I didn't know,” the twelve year old squeaked. I sighed.
“Put her down,” I told the demon.
The door opened behind me. “Sweetie, what's going on,” Mom asked. I closed my eyes and counted to five. My Mom is irritating on the best of days but with this wedding she has been driving me crazy.
“I don't know,” I told her honestly. I've had more then my fair share of dealing with demons. I was so not wanting to have to deal with one know. “Is Dad home yet?”
“He won't be back until morning,” Mom told me. The demon looked at me questioningly, trying to figure out what I was doing. Well, good luck to him, because I sure as hell didn't know.
Bad choice of words.
I had a feeling that this wasn't going to end well.
Simone sat huddled in the corner. I had a feeling she was the one behind all of this. She usually was. I glanced at Mary, looking frightened and ready to piss herself.
“What about a trade,” I asked.
I then promptly told myself to shut up, but as per usual, I didn't listen.
“A trade,” the demon asked, tilting his head to the side and looking me up and down. I made a face. “You,” he asked, nodding in my direction.
“Would that be okay,” I asked, crossing my arms. Was he really going to be this picky? What was wrong with me anyway? Alright, so I'm not twelve like Mary or super skinny and super bitchy like Simone, but . . . wait, was I really going to get upset if he didn't want me.
Apparently.
I should have had more to drink.
He ran his forked tongue across his lower lip. I suppressed a shudder. I sighed in relief when he released Mary, who ran at full speed and launched herself at me. “No, don't go, Bridgette. Don't do it.”
I shushed her, pulling her arms from my waist and passing her back to my mother. “Well?”
He glanced at Simone and then at me. “Alright. Let's go.”
“Now,” Simone asked, jumping up. She skirted around the portal and to the door. “I'm getting married! She's Blake's Best Person. She has to be there.”
“You have a date,” he asked.
I scoffed at him. “No,” I said.
“Now you do,” he said. I groaned. “And afterword, we'll go home.”
“Home,” my mother squawked, gripping my shoulder.
I'll admit it, at the moment, going to Hell sounded like a blessing. And I was tired. And I was still buzzing from the alcohol. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Can we figure the rest of this crap out later,” I asked the Demon. “Do you accept or not?”
He nodded. “I accept. Till the morrow, then.” He had the nerve to tip an imaginary hat to us. “Ladies,” he said before disappearing. I sighed when the portal dimmed and then closed.
“What did I say about magic in the house,” my mother asked Mary.
“It was Simone,” I said, quietly.
“And now look what you've done,” my mother continued on.
I moved my head around, trying to relieve some of the built up pressure in my neck. “It was Simone,” I said, louder this time, making sure I didn't look at my little sister. In fact, I had my back to all of them, looking out the window into the night. “Simone set the circle up. She probably talked Mary into invoking the circle though. And, of course, Mary took her up on it, wanting the experience.” I turn around and walked past them. “I'm going to bed.”
I locked the door behind me for good measure when I got into my room. I grabbed my cell phone off my nightstand and made a phone call.
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If you take the time to read this, please let me know what you think. So far it's one of my favorite scenes, except for maybe the scene I wrote earlier today. Anyway, some feedback would be great.
Thanks,
~M~