A Deal With A Devil?

Hi everyone, this is the first chapter i've written for the book. hope you enjoy! - Katie

Sonya

 

I laced up my stained shoelaces as I  listened to the steady clicking of my sister

Meredith’s heels down the hall. “Ugh why do you wear those ugly things!”,

Meredith  complained. “They’re comfortable”, I  replied. “Whatever”,

Meredith snarled as much as she could without ruining her lip gloss, and as

she turned around she tripped and fell. I  couldn’t help but to chuckle, but

tried hard to contain it when Meredith flashed another lip gloss snarl. I  made

a mental note to sketch out the image of my snarling sister in a lipstick jungle,

her natural habitat. Meredith was still going on about anything and

everything, but I had learned to shut it out, as I  did the endless murmurs

about me in the halls. I  counted down the minutes until school was over,

when I could finally join my father in the store. Sure i had to stack shelves and

deal with rude people at times, but it didn’t bother me, it was one of the only

places i felt at home. When the bell finally rang, I  slung her messenger bag

over her shoulder and walked to the shop. “Hey dad”, I said as I  entered.

“Hey sweetie, the canned goods need stacked but other than that, you are on

register duty today.” my father replied. I  put on my jacket and clipped on my

badge, looking back to my father, overwhelming himself as usual. I  just smiled

and went to retrieve the boxed canned goods.  I  took my time, organizing

them perfectly, labels out and all. It was a pretty slow day at the register, as it

had been for months now since the tiny store got robbed. The robbery that

took my mother’s life. We were losing money fast, not to mention still

mourning, and despite how much he tried to hide it, I  could tell that my

father was depressed. It had been looming all of the time that passed. I  

pulled out my sketchbook, the image of my mother’s smiling face fresh in my

mind. Memories.  I  had been drawing them all the time. Memories, that I had

surely taken for granted. My  mother had been a wise and encouraging

woman, she never seemed to get angry, and she always seemed to know the

right words to say. She surely didn’t deserve to die. After several sketches,

and only one or two customers later, I  began to think about how my father

felt. Duh, he had to be heartbroken, but how could he still smile all the time?

Love was something  I  was always confused about, and never in my lifetime

thought she would actually experience. Half of me didn’t want to, the way

most guys today treat girls, that was exactly the kind of stuff reality television

feeds off of, but half of me just wanted to feel cared for, to feel noticed by

someone besides what was left of my family. I  shrugged the idea off, knowing

that thinking like that could leave you emotionally unstable, and that was the

last thing I needed. Just then, Britney, typical cheer captain, two sidekicks

right behind, and at her side Justin, typical football jock. All of them were

probably made of plastic. “Hey loser!, we need a pack of Trojans,  if you even

know what those are”, Britney sneered. I  ignored her and retrieved a box

from the shelf. “Good girl!”, Britney continued to mock her. “Now”, she said,

grabbing a case of beers that Justin had been carrying and set them on the

counter. “Ring the rest of it up!”. “You know the policy, you can’t buy this!”, I

said. “Fine”, Brittney said, tearing the cardboard open and smashing the

bottles on the floor. “Now you do have to pay for it!”, I  exclaimed. Brittney

turned around innocently. “Oh I’m sorry I can’t buy these, I’m under aged.

Why are you trying to sell me alcohol huh?”, Brittney continued. “Haha yeah

she probably roofied it too”, one of the sidekicks chimed in. Just as all of them

turned to leave, they slipped in the puddle of beer and broken glass.

“UGGGHHH”, Brittney growled, her sidekicks followed as they pranced angrily

out the door. More species straight out of the lipstick jungle. I went to grab a

mop, when Justin tapped on my shoulder. He held out his hand, filled with

cash. “Not falling for it”, I mumbled. “Look, I know Brittney can be a b***h, so

I’m making up for it”, he said, outstretching his hand with sincerity. I knew we 

 needed the money so I took it. Just as he was about to walk out the door,  I

noticed that there was significantly more money than the broken beer would

have cost. “Hey, you gave me way more than you were supposed to”, I  called.

“Keep it, for the trouble”, he insisted, wearing a cheesy smile on his face. I

turned to him, “Look, it’s very nice of you but I don’t wanna be you next

charity case”, I said, offering the money back. “Keep it”, he insisted, as he

exited the shop where the angry girls stood waiting for him. I  knew rumors

would be flying about tomorrow, but right now,  I  had broken pieces to clean

up, as always, and this,  would be the rest of my life.  “What happened out

here?”, my father exclaimed. “A few kids from my school wanted to buy beer

and they were under aged. When I told them that they couldn’t buy it, they

got angry and this happened, but one of them felt bad I guess so he gave me t

his.” I  handed the money over to my  father. “Very generous, it’ll support the

shop for a few more months, but it gives those kids no right to have treated

you like that!”, my father lectured. I  just smiled, “Dad its fine, you know I

don’t let girl drama like that get to me”, I assured him.  He helped  clean up

the mess and looked to the back door. I  looked up knowingly and smiled.

“Tell you what”, he said. “You go take the trash out and you can spend what’s

left of your shift in the shed.  my gleam brightened as I hurried to get the

trash out. Once I tossed the last of the bags in the dumpster, I retrieved my

messenger bag from inside and walked towards the abandoned shed behind

the store. It had become my safest of havens. I creaked the door open, and

jumped back as something, someone pounced on me. I shut my eyes tight.

“This is it, I’m dead”, i thought to myself, but after moments, all I heard was

heavy breathing coming from my attacker. I finally dared to look up, and when

I did, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I didn’t know what to think. His pointed

teeth, showing just enough to reveal the truth. Half of his face was scarred,

something any human could have died from.This guy surely didn’t play

around, though he looked not much older than me. The most deceiving

feature of all, his eyes. I seen nothing threatening, only fear and desperation.

He finally opened his mouth to speak as he released  me. I  tried to keep from

shaking, both in cold and in fear as I stood. “I know what you’re thinking, and I

won’t lie to you. I am not human, but I’m not the villain either. I don’t want to

hurt anyone, I just want to stay here for a while with my clan, to ensure their

safety. Do what you want, but if you expose us….”, he hesitated and looked 

away from me. “I will have no choice but to kill everyone inside that little

shop.” I met his eyes and caught the bravery to speak. “I’m not afraid of

you”, I said, making my point very clear. “ But I’m not the villain either. You

keep danger away from my family and we have a deal”,  He slowly

outstretched his hand to me, and as I took it, I wondered if I hadn’t just made 

a deal with the devil.

Author's Note

My first chapter for this book. Let me know of any errors and how you like it.
-katie

Reviews

[Alexis Markum]

is this still part of the other book or is this a separate book?

[Property of Kent]

This is a chapter for blood and freedom, which is this book. We are planning sequels to this book but have not created them yet. All of the books on our page so far are separate. -katie

[Alexis Markum]

okay!!! thanks

[Death Girl]

I love it. It is just amazing. Keep up the good work you two. This is going to awesome and I can't wait to read more. Get more up soon please.