Witches (untitled work)

25 Jun

So apparently my scene breaks didn’t survive the transfer from word to wordpress. Funny how that works. But here is what I have been working at. Just a lil ditty that was stuck in my head and I can only hope this one can continue. 🙂 there’s a total of 29 pages of it in word.. thats a good start for me.

so here ya go.. hope you enjoy.

“Hand me the clear bottle with the red powder in it.”

“What is it?” Janey shook the bottle.

“She said it was dragons fang. Its integral for the spell to work.” I took the bottle and popped the tiny little stopper. The woman behind the counter thought I was joking at first when I made my proposition, but with every dime from my mad money account, I bought all I needed to make Justin fall in love with me. He saw everyone else but me and I was determined to change that fact.

“You know they say if you don’t know what you’re doing, you shouldn’t be doing it. Do you have any idea what you’re doing?”

“I’ve read up on it. It’s all a matter of faith and belief. I think I have enough of both to muster this thing into gear. Besides…” I muttered as I poured the contents of the vial into the small copper pot. “It’s a tiny spell. Nothing major.”

The contents of the pot began to bubble even though there was no fire beneath it. An acrid stench began to waft into the air and I felt the urge to begin the chant. My mind cleared and I pictured Justin; tall, beautiful, tanned. He was a glory to my eyes and forever burning into my memory with his winning smile and dimpled chin. My heart began to pound and I instinctually wanted to shy away. He was too much for me. Yet, I wanted him more than anything I could possibly conceive.

“Love is blind.

“Love is pure.

“Send my call,

“To his ear.”

Janey shook and shivered across from me as I took the willow reed wand and stirred the contents. We recited the small incantation until the concoction was thick like mud, smooth as paint and the color of molasses.

The purpose was to only nudge him a lil in my direction. Nothing major, just give him the strength to see me. I concentrated on him, smiling at the idea of him being mine and began the second part of the chant.

“Bind his heart

“with Love and Lust.

“Be it unending

“until I say enough.”

I took the sharp little antique hatpin that was once my Grandma Rose’s and stabbed the tip of my left ring finger. The bright red droplets of blood dripped from my finger and everything changed.

My mind screamed as light filled the room from the bowl. I could hear Janey scooting away, the chant being torn from her lips regardless of her own choice. The light blinded and burned and something in my mind, a humming a soft unrecognizable tune flooded my ears and mixed with the light. I felt my body lift, weightless and my spine bend. And suddenly I was humming. The soft hypnotic tune poured from my lips and the power I knew nothing about, surged through me and into the light. Into the bowl.

I hit the carpet of my small studio apartment with a thump that knocked the wind out of me. “What the hell was that?” I coughed.

Janey scuttled out from behind my sofabed and whimpered. “Oh. My. God.” She said as she stared around the room, looking for proof of what we had done. “What the hell just happened?”

“The spell. It had to be.”

“I… I had no idea it would actually work.”

“Well, we don’t know if it’s worked yet.”

“Only one way to find out.” Janey lifted the receiver on my old pink rotary phone and pointed it at me. I had Justin’s number for study group’s sake but had yet to use it. My fingers trembled as I flipped through my bedazzled phone book, looking for his number.

It rang and I almost threw up. I hadn’t even gotten to the D’s yet.

“Ahoy hoy?” he chimed, chuckling at his own joking manner.


“Evelyn? Is that you?”

“Yes…” I whispered into the receiver as his voice made me want to giggle hysterically.

“Hi. I… I’ve been meaning to ask you something. Come to dinner” He didn’t even hesitate.

“You can’t mean that?” I shook my head as Janey stood by listening and practically hopping in place.

“I’ve been waiting for you. I have no idea why I didn’t just pick up the phone and call you earlier. Come. Meet me tonight and I promise to show you a fantastic time. Come to my house tonight at 8pm. Don’t be late.” And with that, he hung up.

I stood staring at the dead receiver in utter shock. “It worked. I can’t believe it worked.”

“That. Was. Awesome.” Janey sat on the sofa and heaved a sigh of relief. “For a minute there I thought we opened up some creepy portal and like ghosts and demons were gonna come flying out of your little bowl!”

“Did you feel that?” Marla set the teapot down and leaned back in her Adirondack chair.

“It was strong. Something of that strength is requiring a permit and I know you have not signed out on anything today.” Ervis set his teacup down and stared out of the fouth story window. “Tell me I was out when you signed a permit for that, Marla.”

“Nope. That was one hell of an unsanctioned spell that was just cast.” She sighed and stood as the phone began to ring. “Yes I know. I’ll send Ervis out now.”


“No. Apparently, She wants recon first. We haven’t had an unsanctioned spell of that proportion in our area in more than thirty years. Call me when you find out what happened.”

Ervis stood and slid into his coat. The idea of someone out there releasing that much energy into the air frustrated him to no end. His job was mainly easy, policing and keeping the peace within the backland was easy. Most people in the area got along swimmingly. The disputes were usually minute and only took him a moment to settle. His own generation had not seen anything unsanctioned before.

He could taste the apprehention on his tongue as he closed his eyes and concentrated on the sonic boom of energy. It had been released across Rancho Cucamonga, through the suburbs reaching him in Claremont. That was enough to warrant a death sentence.

A spell like that was usually tied to control or death. Neither was allowed these days. The rules of magic had changed within the last one hundred years and for good reason too. The Enforcement was created to put a stop to the battles of magic and power. The destruction of individuals by magic was no longer allowed. Disputes were brought to The Enforcement and they made all final decisions. It was law, not unlike the laws of man, but more to the laws of magic.

Ervis stood on the street corner and felt the pull from the residual layer left behind. Either someone was very dangerous or just very stupid. Or worse, both. “Damn.” He muttered. “There goes my vacation.” He got in his car, opened the windows to allow the fall breeze in and followed the trail.

I pulled my dark unruly hair into a high ponytail and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. My hair had always been the same wavy mess since I was a child. My mother used to attack me with a brush and beat my hair into a braid so I wouldn’t get tangled in it during the day. Now that I am older, I just don’t have the strength to control it and let it do what it wants. Which explains the massive knots and frizz.

“Want me to braid it?” Janey said while leaning on the doorjamb and grinning at me.

“Nah,” I muttered. “you’ll just lose a finger in it.” I began the strenuous phase of braiding down the ponytail.

I’d decided to wear my nice knee length black a-line skirt and pink scoop neck top with matching pink cardigan. I had my little black flats set by the door and all that needed to be done was my hair. I rarely wore any makeup so I had already dabbed a little lip gloss across my lips in a pretty strawberry color and was almost ready to go.

Janey stood in her funky pink flannel pajamas with little rainbows and clouds all over and watched as I prepared for the biggest night of my life. “So I’m packing a condom in your purse, you know… just in case.” She grinned as she held open my clutch and stuck that, my wallet and the lip gloss in there.

“You’re foul. You know that?” I chuckled as I eyed her through the mirror. “I’m not going to sleep with him on the first date. I may be practically obsessed with him, but I’m not easy like that.”

“Sure you’re not.”

“Shut up.” I grabbed my purse from out of her hands and headed to the front door. Our apartment was small and packed full of books and such but I loved it. Janey started out as an outstanding roommate at the beginning of college and ended up becoming my best friend. She was brash and honest and never hesitated to say what she felt. She was also weary of me goofing around in the occult and thought my tarot cards were a total joke. But she supported me in everything I did and who better to slip a condom in my purse but her?

“Be careful okay?” she hugged me tight, reminding me of my mom.

“I’ll call your cell as soon as I’m on my way home.” I smiled and slid into my flats.

“If you don’t call, I know you won’t be coming home.” And with that, she shoved me out the door, car keys in hand.

I drove to Justin’s house, knowing exactly where I was going. I’ll admit it. I’d cruised the place on countless occasions dreaming of parking and stepping up to the door. Now, as I parked my car, my heart hammered in my chest like a crazed blacksmith and all I could do was pray I didn’t throw up on anyone.

I knocked and as the door swung open my mouth fell open and slack. Justin stood in a pair of artfully faded jeans and a cableknit sweater in chocolate brown. His hair was shaggy in a contemporary cut that fell in his beautiful blue eyes. My eyes fell onto his smiling lips and his dimpled chin. That dimple. I’d wanted to touch it to see if it was rough from shaving. I’d wanted to kiss it and lick it and now I was staring at it as if he had a grotesque growth on his face. I quickly met his eyes.

“Hi Evelyn. Come in. Let me take your sweater.” I stepped into the house and didn’t know what to say. It was a typical bachelor pad but on much bigger proportions. It was a huge house in one of the new housing developments that bordered Alta Loma. It had sports memorabilia all over the walls and a huge tv facing a much used giant brown sofa. He lived in the house with three other guys and they definitely used it well.

“Hi. So where’s your roommates tonight?” I said as I looked around the downstairs of the house.

“How did you know I had roommates?” he asked as he led me to the dining room.

“Oh I heard you mention it once in class.” I lied as I bit my lip. I had witnessed his roommates come home as I made with the cruising of his house. I worried that I’d reached stalker status with that realization.

“Ah. Well, I sent them out. Or at least bribed them to stay in their rooms for the night. Okay? I hope you like Italian because that’s really all I know how to cook.”

“You cooked?” I sat in the chair he had pulled out for me and smiled at the spread on the table. There was spaghetti, baguettes, salad and wine.

“Of course. I wanted to impress you. I hope you like it.” He served me a plate then sat and served himself. We ate and talked and drank as I swam in pure happiness of seeing him spend time with me. I felt lavished in attention even though he talked of nothing but himself and his addiction to baseball. I didn’t care though, as long as he continued to look at me as if I were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Bring your wine with you.” He said as he took my hand and lead me into the living room. “I figured we could sit and watch a movie. Wanna stay a while?” he said as he popped open the cover to Ocean’s Eleven.

“Absolutely.” I sat on the sofa and set my wine glass down when I heard footfalls coming down the stairs. I recognized Doug from an econ class I had taken last year and smiled and waved.

But he didn’t wave back. He stood at the bottom of the stairs and stared at me like I was fresh meat and he was a starving tiger. His eyes burned and his nostrils flared as he stood stock-still. He was in nothing but cargo shorts and socks, hair wet as if he’d just stepped out of the shower.

It all happened at once. My mind sees it now, like an out of body experience. One minute he stood at the edge of the stairs wound tighter than a vice around a grapefruit, ready to bust, and then next he had me pinned on the couch. I was too shocked to scream. His body pressed hard against mine, his athletic chest hot as my hands splayed across him, attempting to push him off.

He kissed me, his tongue boring down into my mouth with a severity that made me whimper under him. He tasted of too much scope and need. Pure need. I couldn’t understand it. He’d never even noticed me before and if we hadn’t been placed in the same work-study group, he wouldn’t have even known my name. And now he was practically raping me as his hands slid up my side and gripped my breast hard.

And then he was gone.

I heard something crunch as he was slammed into the wall behind the sofa. My heart pounded as I flew up from my seat and ran for my purse and sweater. I needed out of there as I caught glimpses of Justin beating the living shit out of Doug. They growled and swiped at each other like beasts; animals fighting over a potential mate. I screamed for them to stop as I ran out the door. The last thing I saw was Justin pressing his forearm into Doug’s throat. I had already pulled my cell phone from my clutch and and began to dial 911 anonymously.

I drove like a bat out of hell as I headed home, tears streaming down my face. I slowed as I turned the corner and watched the police come barreling down the street toward Justin’s home and hoped they’d get there in time. I could only think that maybe, just maybe this was my fault.

Ervis sat in his Audi and watched the pretty plump girl with the long legs run for her life from the frat house. She looked shaken as she clutched her purse to her chest and scrambled into her car. She was tall. At least taller than most women he’d dealt with. Her long braid flailed behind her as she ran. He sniffed the air and knew the trail ended with her. She was his culprit and all he had to do now was catch her. But before he could blink, she’d made a U turn in the cul-de-sac and was already turning down the street.

“Damnit.” He muttered as he started his engine and took off like bolt to follow her only to almost get creamed by two cop cars practically flying down the street. He stopped and watched as they waved him on but ran from their cars into the open front door.

Ervis could see the two men being dragged out of the house. One bruised and bloody, coughing and hacking, the other being restrained and practically dragged to the squad car yelling “SHE’S MINE!” the entire time.

He watched the evidence of the spell and had a sinking suspicion the pretty one running for her life made a lil booboo while messing where she didn’t belong. He all he knew was she was powerful and apparently, didn’t know it.

She would have to be captured, educated and then maybe, just maybe she could re-enter society without being a threat.

“And then he grabbed Doug and they started fighting.”

“Like bar brawl style?” Janey curled up on the couch and watched me as I paced back and forth in our tiny apartment.

“Yeah. It was horrible. I hope they didn’t kill each other. I mean, that’s blood on my hands, ya know?” I absently rubbed the bruises on my breast and sat next to her. I shivered as I remembered the events from earlier tonight.

“I doubt it went that far.” She shrugged and handed me a cup of cocoa.

“You don’t understand. They were vicious. Like animals. It scared the hell out of me. I don’t understand what went wrong, but I’ve never seen that side of anyone before in my life.” I sipped my cocoa.

“DO you think it was the spell?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you going to class tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I’m nervous about going. I mean what if he’s there? Oh my god what if he’s not!?”

I sat in my chair in class and tried not to stare at the empty seat two rows up. The class was small and yet I felt like I was being crowded as time ticked on and I realized Justin wasn’t coming. I worried and stressed until I glanced elsewhere and noticed every male eye in the room was cocked to the side, peeking at me.

I felt hot, uncomfortable as the guy behind me ran a finger into my hair. “Stop!” I shouted, tense and suddenly embarrassed.

“Miss De Niza, is there a problem?” My professor stood at the front of the class in her khaki suit looking frustrated, strangely, with me.

“N… no.” I scooted out from my desk and hurried to the door. “I’m sorry. I need to leave.”

“How do you expect to pass this course if you leave in the middle of it?” she huffed. It made no sense. She was never even remotely negative toward me. As a matter of fact, all of my professors praised me the most.

“I don’t know. But I have no choice.” I hustled through the door and headed away from the center of the campus to the parking lot. First Justin didn’t show to class after one wicked fight, and now my own professor who usually loves me, now hates me. It made no sense! It had to be the spell. I needed to head back to that store. I needed to speak to that woman. Maybe she could help me.

I hurried, not even stopping at the crosswalk as I hopped down from the curb and into the lot. If I hurried enough, I’d just make it to the little shop before she closed and maybe, just maybe stop this nonsense.


I stopped short and turned as one little word made my knees quake. He stood leaning against a stop sign just at the edge of the parking lot, watching me.

“Yes, I’m talking to you.” His naturally tanned olive skin was flawless except for a small scar across his left cheek. It bisected one of a set of dimples that only made him more dangerous. He was tall and broad, with curls that were out of hand and eyes that were the deep brown of espresso. They made me thirsty and yet gave me cottonmouth all at the same time.

“Oh no, not again.” I backed away as I stared at him.

“Not again? How many times have you cast this spell?” He straightened up like a giant cat and stepped forward casually.

“How do you know…” This was bad. Real bad.

“How could I not? I’m sure every empath in the city felt your little enchantment. Now if you’ll just come with me…” he reached for me and my knee jerk reaction took over. I turned, and fled.

I reached my car and skidded to a stop only to collide into the stranger. “How?” I didn’t want to even contemplate how he beat me to my car. “Let me go!” I struggled as his hands were like shackles on my upper arms, pinning me to the driver’s side.

“Listen and and listen well. I’ve no time for games. What you’ve done is an egregious act and you must be dealt with. No matter how far you run, no matter where you hide, we will find you. For god’s sake stop wiggling and listen!” He shook me with all his might and I saw stars.

“Please. It was an accident. I… I just wanted him to notice me.” I whimpered.

“Come.” And with that he pulled, almost dragged me to a sleek grey Audi. He threw open the passenger door and and shoved me in. I had only a brief moment to fight with the door handle when he slid in next to me on the driver’s side.

“Don’t bother.” He glowered at me as I wrenched at the handle. “Put your seatbelt on or I’ll tie you up and throw you in the trunk.”

The seatbelt clicked in place and I crossed my arms under my ample chest. “Where are you taking me?”

“The Enforcement. Marla would want to see you first.”


“She will need to see your license and the sanction for the spell.”

“The WHAT!?” I stared at his stern face and had no clue as to what he was talking about.

“I am assuming that you did not get permission for that lovely little trifle that you cast yesterday. You’ve broken carnal law. Rule number one. There is a price.”

I sat in the warm seat and shivered. “This is a joke right? It has to be a joke, right? RIGHT!?” panic laced my voice as he sped through the Inland Empire heading further into the hills toward Mt. Baldy.

“What kind of idiot are you that you cast a spell and not know what you have done? How could you be what you are and know nothing?”

“Hey! Don’t you call me an idiot! I’m not the one dragging and kidnapping women from Chaffey campus grounds. Who the hell do you think you are!?” False bravado filled my lungs and burned, as I suddenly wanted to scream every dirty word I knew in his angular, beautiful face.

“I’m simply an enforcer. You, however, are a moron. Stupid humans always like to play with fire. I don’t know which is worse. Those who fear what they don’t understand or those who sell our shit to idiot witches to know nothin, with no fear of the unknown.” He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath to calm down. “You’re going to sit there, shut up and take your punishment.”

“You can’t do shit to me you big oaf! You’re going to let me out of this car, and you’re going to go get help, because let me tell you mister! You’re a nutball! Completely off your rocker!”

Booming dance music blared out from the speakers, bass vibrated under my seat as he attempted to tune me out. I couldn’t believe it. I was being kidnapped. By a madman. In a really nice car. What the hell?!

I had to think this out. I had to be smart. Everyone said I was a brilliant young woman who would go far. Now I just had to figure out how far I could go and survive because I was being kidnapped by a giant Neanderthal. So while he drove, I contemplated. He had to open the door at some point. He had to stop somewhere. Right?!

Midway through the drive, the Neanderthal checked his blackberry and suddenly changed directions. We were no longer heading through the city toward the valley. We were now heading toward the hills. I didn’t think my nerves could be tweeked any further, but now, knowing that we were heading into seclusion scared the shit out of me. Further than anything else I’d witnessed so far. Worse than Justin and Doug’s fight, worse than the spell, worse than the initial fear that this stranger was kidnapping me, was the fear that was now taking me into the very place you always read about psychos dumping the bodies of pretty girls when they are done with them.

He sped down the 210 freeway, past La Verne, past San Dimas, and turned off at Glendora. I huffed a sigh of relief until he made a hard right and practically flew up the secluded road into the Angeles National Forest. That was it. I’m going to die tonight. I thought to myself as he drove on, the only light showing the trees lining the road came from his headlights.

He slowed considerably and turned down a dirt road. The car suddenly inclined as we climbed into the mountains. He handled the stickshift with ease as we made our way up the mountain until he made one last turn and turned the engine off.

“Where are we?” I demanded.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you going to be psycho, mutilate me and send my mother my thumbs of something equally creepy and sick?”

His chuckle was deep and dark. His face turned to me and I stopped breathing completely. His smile was nothing less than the devil’s grin itself shining at me in the dark of the silent car. “You’re an idiot. I’m not going to kill you. God. What the hell were you thinking?”

“Oh, I don’t know. That you kidnapped me, were gonna rape and murder me in the freakin forest?” I snapped indignantly.

“You’re not that lucky.” He continued to chuckle as he got out of the car and I snapped off my seatbelt. This was it. I had to get out and run now or I had no chance at all.

I threw the car door open, left everything behind but my cell phone and took off at a dead run from the car. I ignored the road and ran straight into the trees.

“HEY!” He yelled behind me as I ran for my life. I ignored him and concentrated on my instincts. I had to keep going southwest. I had to keep running.

I heard the shift in the foliage around me and knew I wasn’t alone. How stupid could I be, to take off into the forest and not think about the wild animals? My heart hammered and thundered into a rhythm my ears couldn’t keep up with. There was something in the trees running after me and it wasn’t the creepy Neanderthal.

It paced me then ran past me. I couldn’t see anything but the trees in front of my face and the frozen breath escaping my lungs at an alarming rate. And than it happened. My foot caught onto a root and I tumbled. My cell phone flew from my fingertips. I hit the ground, the wind being knocked out of me as I rolled and stopped only to see the eyes. Yellow, round as the moon, eyes stared back at me through the forest. It was huge. Something watched me, hunted me, paced and was now ready to kill me.

I had made a deadly mistake and now, instead of being dead by that creep’s hands, I was going to die by the teeth of whatever the hell was out there.

“No.” the voice came from the forest and echoed in my ears, past my heartbeat.

“But I am hungry. And besides, she played fair. She ran, she fell and I won.” The responding voice growled in a gutteral voice that was ragged.

“She is Marla’s guest.”


“I know. I’ll let Marla know you’ve been duped by her guest and maybe she can compensate you.”

“I do not want to be compensated. I want to hunt. She gave such good chase. She is plump and tender yet runs like a foal.” The gutteral voice came closer until I could see a muzzle covered in the blackest fur I’d ever seen. It looked soft and I had to fight every urge in me to want to reach out and pet it.

“Back off, animal. She’s a fool. She already wants to make you a pet without seeing you as her predator.”

Large hands slid across my shoulders and under my knees, lifting me away from that soft fur and those amazing yellow eyes. I almost fought and knew deep down something was wrong. I should have been screaming for my life. I should have been thrashing and running, instead I was curled into the creep’s arms, nuzzling his chest, marking him with my cheeks, like a cat.

“If you die tonight, it will not be by my hands or by his claws. I can promise you that. But you have to stop making suck idiotic decisions.”

“I’m not an idiot.” I mumbled into his chest as I took deep breaths of his expensive cologne and the smell of something spicy. His skin. It had to be his skin.

“Sure. You’ve definitely proved that.”

We walked into a clearing and my eyes suddenly focused. I’d lost my glasses in the forest, but could see that there was a huge Victorian house, all light up like it was Christmas, stood in the center of this rounded clearing. He held me tight as he carried me over the steps and through the front door. Suddenly there was silence. That was when I felt the wetness and pain. I’d torn something open, either my leg or an arm. Some bodypart was bleeding on the redwood floor of this fantastic old house.

“Ervis, you made it. Good god what’s happened?” the soft lilting voice came closer and I buried my face into his chest. I was scared and embarrassed. I looked like shit and these people wanted to punish me for something I knew nothing about.

“She ran into the forest.”


“Yeah. Donavan almost had her when I caught up to her. She’s still mesmerized. You’re going to have to do something to appease him though. He had every right to hunt her. She was free game the moment she bolted from the car.”

“Take her upstairs. I’ll be up shortly to clean her up and we’ll sort this out. She’s much younger than I thought…” She walked away, dismissing her prisoner.

“You have no idea, Marla. She’s practically a child in this body.”

I felt more than saw him climb stairs. He stomped into a room and set me down onto the bed.

“She’s had a fright, hasn’t she?” Marla quietly closed the door behind her and stepped to the edge of the bed.

“She has no damned idea what she is. It was like dealing with a bratty five year old.”

Marla chuckled. “For a child, she really gave you a run for your money. You were supposed to have her here yesterday, which obviously didn’t happen, and she had you running through the woods as if it were solstice.”

“I told you about the cops and the boys yesterday. I couldn’t risk it. If they mentioned her in the police reports, there would have been a mess.” Ervis sighed and sat hard into a victorian chair.

“Hey! Watch it. That chair’s older than your grandmother.”

“Sorry.” He sighed. “Tonight she practically called me a homicidal maniac and then went totally silent. I thought she went into shock, but apparently she was just plotting her escape.”

“Admit it. You thought she was just some ignorant mix who wasted their count on a love spell gone awry.”

Ervis shot Marla a dirty look and sighed again. He nodded and I decided to stop playing possum.

“Who the hell are you people?” my voice shook as I whispered at them.

“Ah. She joins the conversation.” The woman named Marla crawled up next to me on the bed and grinned as she leaned over me. “I’m sure you’ve got a thousand questions, but lets get you cleaned up first.” She reached across me for the vintage white and gold rotary phone on the nightstand and hit a single red button.

She was middle aged, probably in her late forties early fifties, with red and silver salt and paprika hair, the curls brushing my face. She was curvy, with wide hips and a waspy waist that could be admired even while she hunched down over me. Her hands were delicate on the top and calloused on the bottom. She gripped the phone with a firmness that only came with leadership and wisdom.

She spoke quickly, ordering sandwiches, glasses of sherry and cups of tea. When she hung up she stared directly down at me, studying me with a strange smile. I couldn’t help staring back, drinking in her tender laugh lines around her heart shaped mouth, her flawless skin, her high cheekbones. It was her eyes, though, that shocked me. They were the green of sliced limes bobbing in light beer on the beach under a palm leaf umbrella. It was the green that reminded me of spring break and shy trips to Santa Barbara with Janey.

“She is scared I will kiss her. I wonder if I should just to see what she’ll do.”

“Stop it.” I said, indignantly.

“Ah. There’s the conscious bite I needed from you.” Marla backed up and sat on the edge of the massive four-poster bed. “Ervis, get the first aid kit from the bathroom and bring it to me.”

He stood, tall and tired. I couldn’t help watching him as he walked into the adjoining bathroom, thinking of him chasing me down in the forest and carrying me back.

“What was out there?” I asked.

“So curious, aren’t you?” she smiled. “That was only Donavan. I see no harm in telling you, as you’ll learn quite a bit in the short time you’re with us. I have no idea what they will do with you. You’re going to be such a shock to them.”


“The head of The Enforcement. They are our lawmakers and upholders. You’ve broken carnal law but you are such an anomaly. Most witches your age have not only come into their power, but have their parents to guide them through it.”

“Whuh.. witches?” I felt like I was alice and my rabbit hole was too small for my big ass, so instead, I was stuck in the upside down hallway, forever falling.

“Oh child. You cannot be that ignorant.”

“Oh, she is.” Ervis stepped out of the bathroom with a large white first aid box. He set it on the bed and opened it. He pulled out bandages, tape, and strange vials of creams, pastes and what looked like rubbing alcohol. I flinched.

He wrapped his massive fingers around my ankle and yanked my leg straight. And I saw it. Nasty, shallow gashes all down the front of my leg. I must have torn it up pretty badly when I fell in the forest. Why hadn’t it hurt at the time? The more I stared at it, the more the pain came rushing at me.

“hssss.” I bared my teeth and fought back tears. I’d torn myself up running from some horrible creature named Donavan in the forest. Donavan.

“What the hell is Donavan?”

“Are you sure you want to know?” He never looked up at me as he took his bare hands and rubbed in the pastes and clear liquid, which didn’t burn at all. Strange.

“I think I have a right to know.” I was more curious than anything else.

Marla chuckled. “curiosity killed the cat darlin. And you’re just full of it.”

“He’s a wolf.”

“Uhhh… I heard him speak. Wolves don’t speak.”

“He does.”

“How?” My mind tried to wrap around what he was telling me.

“Well, he’s not a wolf all the time.”

“Shut. Up.” I stared down at Ervis and he stopped and stared back at me. We had our lil showdown until Marla was giggling to no end.

“You two! I can’t get over it. How fantastic is this!?”

“What the hell is she talking about?” I gave her the eye.

“Nothing. Yes he’s a wolf but not all the time. I know you’re not that stupid. Two plus two, girl. Two plus two.”

“Oh my god you’re crazy.” I turned to Marla. “He’s crazy right? I’ve been kidnapped by your crazy son? You people aren’t going to chainsaw massacre me are you? Because I’ll be honest, you’re makin me a lil nervous.” I tried to tug my leg back but he had it clamped firmly to the bed.

“He’s not crazy, werewolves are real, you’re a witch and what you did yesterday could get you killed in our world.” She pouted. “There. Satisfied? Someone had to yank that bandaid off.”

I sat there, staring at her, slack jawed.


Vegas Baby! part 5

15 Feb

*warning… I’ve chosen to change the character’s name to Liise Fethers. Not Lethers. i hate that last name now.*

Liise stood in the center of the suite in utter awe. The room was a massive living area with beautiful prints of monet on the walls and lush carpets covering the itialian marble floors. The giant L shaped leather sofa faced a 42 inch flat screen tv hanging on the wall. Adjacent to that was a short set of stairs that led to a sunken hot tub and a wet bar.

The door to the left, was to be Mr. Holt’s private suite. It housed one massive king sized bed, an amazing bathroom fit for a king and all the amenities imaginable.  Everything was done in black and gold and the room itself had another door that lead directly into the hallway, if he chose not to cross through the common area.

The door to the right, was to be her room. Apparently when the suite was booked by the new girl, she did not bother to ask how Liise’s suite would look. Usually these suites have one amazingly massive room on one side and a much plainer room on the other, as to accomidate a rich business leader and their lowly peeon. This trip had definitely marked her as the peeon, but not according to the suite! She had the exact same suite as him, except hers was done in shades of rose, sage and gold. It was decidedly more feminine, with its warm tones, and large curtains pulled open to reveal an amazing view of the water show. soft lace hung around the inner lining as she stared in shock out of the window.

The bellhop cleared his throat and tipped him largely. Liise wanted to make it clear that they were to be treated with the utmost care, and she could only think to make sure the servants understood that with caring and generosity.

“Is it to your liking, ma’am?” the bellhop wiggled his eyebrows at her, as he unloaded her luggage into her room.

“It’s excuisite. I cannot even convey how delightful this whole experience will be for Mr. Holt. I need to make sure that we have the staff’s utmost confidence in the actions of my client. I would be sure to thank you for it.” she stared at him pointedly to make her intentions clear.

“Oh! Yes ma’am! we are a confidential team. Your trust is very important to us. Call down to the concierge office and they will be able to help you with anything you may need. Anything…” The bellhop said the last as he smiled lavasciously at her and closed the door behind him.

Liise flipped the lock on the door and ran into her room, flinging herself onto the massive bed. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she hit the little ball on the front of the blackberry to see the message she’d just received.

she had two:

“Fethers, Don’t screw this up!” from Mr. Sands and

“Take lots of pictures!” from Brea.

“I’m on it sir. The room is perfect and I am already setting up plans to intercept Mr. Holt at the airport.” She replied back to Mr. Sands, then set the phone down. She pulled out her little digital camera, and started snapping pictures. Before she knew it, an hour had past, she still couldn’t breathe from the corset and she needed to shop. But first was first. She was getting a massage.


“Welcome to the Las Vegas Spa & Salon. What can we do for you today?” the perky little blonde stood at the front desk and smiled at Liise as she peruzed the menu.

“I have no idea. I’ve been granted a chance to do a little pampering and i have a huge weekend ahead of me. I want to be presentable.”

“Hmm…” the girl eye’d her. “Ferdinand!” she yelled as a tall thin man in a billowing poet top and black leather pants.

She stood, slightly nervous, as he circled her.

“Oh… I can work with this. Unrefined beauty, ” he said with a lilting soft voice. “and junk in the trunk! oh honey if only i had curves like yours.” He grinned as Liise blushed at the unexpected attention.

“Well… I really don’t want to do too much. I can’t change too much. my boss has to be able to recognize me.” she chuckled as Ferdinand lead her behind the curtains.

He handed her a pretty terry robe and told her to strip down to nothing. She shook her head at first but lost the battle as he pushed her into the room and started to call out for help. she stripped and left her clothes hanging on hangers in the little dressing room.

He took her straight into the salon and started with her hair. He spread sweet and earthy smelling shampoo throughout her hair and she practically moaned as he massaged her scalp. He rinsed and then lathered her head full of deep conditioner, wrapping it into a heated towel and moving her into a small room.

“Lie on the table.” he ordered, all of his kindness seeped away. She did as she was told and watched as a smiling woman with a long blond braid walked in with a rolling cart of strange pastes and such.

“What’s this?” Liise asked.

“Rejuvinating mask with pore control and refresher. I am also going to have them do your nails. You’ll be getting a french pink and white set for now. Later will come the full massage.” He stuck his head out of the door. “Ah Hah!” he practically squealed as another blond wheeled in a smaller cart and small stool with strange instruments for the manicure and pedicure.

“Where are you going?” she asked in trepidation.

“I”ll be back to check on you, darling! I’m just going to get you penciled in for the rest of the necessities. Lay back and enjoy!” As he walked out, the braided blond slapped a coat of green minty scented warm sludge onto Liise’s face. she immediately leaned back and sighed.

Let the pampering begin she thought as she dozed in the chair.

Vegas Baby part 4

13 Feb

“Let me get this straight Miss Lethers, you don’t own a single evening gown?” Mr. Sands looked like he wanted to tear his hair out. What little he had left anyway. “Do you at least have a cocktail dress?”

“No sir. Considering that you never invite me to any of the office parties, I haven’t had the chance to really need to own something like that.”

“Fine. When you get to Vegas, Find yourself something nice to wear. I made a list of the things I had a feeling you would need. Just add cocktail dress to it. You have a budget on things like this, keep that in mind. I expect you to treat Mr. Peter Holt with the utmost respect and attend to his needs as he requests them. Do you understand me? I do not want to hear about any unhappiness on my clients part.” he leaned back in his chair and eyed me up and down. “Something has changed about you. Your figure seems different.”

I felt the heat rise in my face as I remembered the tight corset. How could I forget? The damned thing was successfully cutting off my air supply. “Sir, I would appreciate if you could give me just enough respect as to not comment on my figure.”

“Oh, can it Lethers. You and I both know that you’re a smart girl. I am telling you this not as your boss, but as a man. I needed someone who wouldn’t be a distraction to the clients, but it wouldn’t kill you to take the time to make yourself look just a little beautiful. I know its in there somewhere. I’ve seen you at the Christmas parties. You know how to do it. You just don’t do it often. Well, I’m telling you to put some effort in your looks, but not too much.” Mr. Sands stopped and sighed. For once, he looked genuinely concerned. Too bad it was about my looks and not my work. “People all want to think that looks aren’t important; that its what’s inside that counts. Well I hate to break it to you, but that’s a bunch of bullshit fed to us by a bunch of pansy ass sensitive babies. You want to be successful Miss Lethers? You have to look the part.”

“I understand, sir.” I gritted between clenched teeth.

“Now get out of here and don’t make me regret giving you this promotion.”

I sat in my little window seat on my Boeing 747 headed to Las Vegas and said silent prayers for patience. I hated flying but it was more of the cramped seating, the turbulance, and the overall waiting. I couldn’t help hoping that Brea would be able to meet me in Vegas. She would make everything better.

In the mean time, I had my laptop set up on my tray and I was busy creating a schedule. It was a typical busy Friday flight and I was attempting to not elbow my seatmate. The man was in his mid fifties and scrawny as a scarecrow. He had a thick white tuft of hair on his head and simple wire glasses on his face. He seemed nice but then he was asleep and I was making every attempt to keep him that way. The last thing I needed was a chattering seatmate on this crappy flight.

Number one on my To Do list was to check in then go shopping. I had promised I would call Brea as soon as I got in, and to email Mr. Sands to let him know that everything so far, was running smoothly. Tomorrow, I was expected to meet Mr. Peter Holt and his entourage at the airport with a limo. The limo had been secured by the new admin that had replaced me and now worked for Mr. Sands directly. She seemed nice, if not a few enchiladas short of a combo plate. It was the only thing I allowed her to do, since I was already panicking from this trip.

I had planned a series of comprehensive meetings as well as some very nice dinners and outings for the clients. I wanted Mr. Holt to feel pampered. I did a little research and heard he liked golf, so I set up some time on TCP on the Canyons. It’s supposed to be a pretty posh golf club that hosts the Las Vegas Invitational. It would also give me some time alone to catch my breath on Saturday. I had a lot to get done and so little time to do it.

The man next to me stirred in his sleep then promptly rested his head on my shoulder. Well there went that. I closed my laptop and rested my head on the cool window, dozing as the plane made its way over the California desert.

I was woken up by the flight attendant, lightly calling to me. We had landed and everyone was off the plane. I apologized, which she kindly dismissed, and made my way off the plane.

McCarran International Airport is one of the most unique airports I had ever seen. It was huge! There were slot machines just outside each of the gates. I immediately turned on my phone and called the car company that was supposed to pick me up. I stepped out into the baggage claim area, just past security and saw my last name written on a large white card.

“Miss Lethers?” the woman said. She was in her late twenties and dressed in a black suit with a chauffeur’s cap on her head. Her short blonde hair was tucked behind her ears and barely touched her chin. She much taller then me and reminded me of a model that should have been working as an admin in my office. That thought changed the moment she smiled at me and I saw the intelligence in her eyes.

“Hi. I just got off the phone with your boss. I was asking where I was supposed to meet you. I’ve never been driven around before.” I smiled warmly at her and she returned it in earnest.

“No biggie. I’m Maggie and I’ll be your driver for the weekend. Since your company has pretty much made it clear that you were going to need a driver all weekend, I was sent. Don’t worry, your in perfectly capable hands.” I walked beside her as we made our way to the special short term parking area that housed all of the taxi lines as well as the limos. I stopped as she stepped up to a black limousine and opened the back door.

“There’s got to be some mistake. I am pretty sure we asked for a sedan.”

“I was told limo all weekend. If you want, I can make a call and we can switch it. Although, I do have to admit, arriving in style to the Bellagio can really be a blessing. Trust me.” she flashed a secretive grin that made me want to laugh. I could tell she was one smart cookie and I just had to trust her in this. I stepped into the limo and sat down in the black plush leather seat. “The bar is stocked if you would like a drink and if there is anywhere you need to go to, you just press that button there. It connects to me in the front. Are you comfortable?”

“Oh my god Maggie, this is beautiful!” I sat awed at the lavished comfort surrounding me. I was soaking it in like a sponge! “I want to check in and see my room but I need to do some shopping. It seems my boss has decided I don’t look snazzy enough for our clients.”

She laughed at that. “You look fine to me. I am guessing you mean the ones we pick up here tomorrow, right?”

“Yep. Those are the very ones. He pretty much told me to go buy something pretty for myself. He’s lucky I didn’t slap him.” I immediately felt comfortable with Maggie. She made me laugh and I liked that.

“Well here.” she handed me her card. “that’s my cell number. When you’re ready to go shopping, just call me and I will meet you out front of the hotel. Okay?” I nodded as she grinned and shut the door. The limo cabin was lit with pretty blue lighting. My head had already started to throb from wearing the thick tresses in a tight bun. I was going to have to take it down as soon as I settled into my room.

In no time at all, the limo was weaving in and out of traffic, heading straight for the main strip. Las Vegas Boulevard. I couldn’t help sliding across the seat, trying to see everything I possibly could. I was floored by the daytime beauty of Las Vegas. Everything about it was exactly like I thought it would be. Even though it was a Saturday, the streets were teeming with people.

I stared as we passed the Tropicana Hotel, The Excalibur Hotel, And New York New York. I couldn’t believe the architectural wonders that passed us by as we drove. The MGM Hotel was massive and green as can be! Its giant LCD screens advertised concerts and prize fights. As we sat at a light, I let the window roll down fully just so I could stare in full tourist mode at the Monte Carlo. It’s sleek and expensive look screamed European money and class. We passed the highly exotic Caesar’s Palace and I sat in awe when we stopped in front of the Eiffel tower. The Paris Hotel was so amazing, with its classic historical look and that tower; that outstanding tower! As we turned into the Bellagio, I felt myself get excited. My heart thundered in my chest as I watched the beautiful water show as we passed it to pull into the limousine drop off area. Just as Maggie pulled up and parked, my cell phone rang loudly in my purse. I pulled it out and saw Brea’s name across the screen.

“Hey! Are you gambling up a storm yet?”

“Oh my god Brea! It’s so beautiful here! I can’t even believe it. I wish you were here. Are you coming out?”

“Nope. Not only am I broke as a joke, but works got me tied up all weekend. Those jerks don’t give a damn about my personal life.”

“What life? Stop acting like you have this huge life.”

“Har dee har har. Okay so since I can’t make it out there, I am determined to make sure you have a good time. You will go buy yourself a hell of a weekend wardrobe on the company dime, drink yourself silly and get pampered!” Brea was so crazy when it came to trying new things. I was always to scared and she was always pushing me. But as I stood there and stared at the giant stained glass flowers hanging from the ceiling of the Bellagio check in area, I couldn’t help but feel free. A freedom I had never felt before. I was completely alone in Las Vegas! It was time to let my hair down.

“Hey Brea, I have to check in, let me call you when I’m shopping. Yes, shopping. Oh, and by the way, you wouldn’t believe what I had to wear today, that black silk corset. Yeah stop laughing.” I hung up while she choked on laughter on the other end of the line. I had to admit I had outstanding cleavage popping out of the collar of my suit jacket, but that didn’t excuse the lack of air.

“Yes, I think its time to live a little.”

“You got that right sister.” a man in a Hawaiian shirt and khakis said as he passed me by. I couldn’t help but giggle as I waved bye to Maggie and checked myself in.

Vegas Baby part 3

13 Feb

“Gah! What did you do?!” I yelled at Glubglub, my cat, as I found her chewing on my last good pair of stockings. “You evil ball of fur!”

It was the morning of my flight and I was so nervous, I felt like I was going to throw up. My flight left at 12:15 pm and I needed to be at the office by 10:00 am for my final packet on the client. I was to have a quick word with Mr. Sands, show him my outfit, then be off to the airport to catch my plane.

I started to tear through my drawers looking for another pair. God I hated pantyhose but my best suit was a skirt suit. I had to wear pantyhose with it. I knew that Mr. Sands would have a heart attack if I didn’t. I found two more pairs only to have each run giant racing stripes down my legs as I fought with them.

At the bottom of my “never wear again” drawer I found a pair of black silk thigh highs.

“I could wear these.” I muttered to myself picturing them rolling down as I went through security. Then I saw it. Sitting in the back of the drawer, hidden with the rest of my collection of lingerie was a set of garter straps. It would have to do. My bags were already packed and organized. I just had to finish getting ready.

I sat in front of my floor length mirror and gently pulled on my thigh highs. They were an old addition to a Halloween costume a few years back. The garter straps attached to a black corset that I wore as my blouse that night. I was coerced into being a cancan dancer by Brea. She was the same and we were supposed to be a showstopper. It was for about five minutes, then everyone realized that the plump cancan girl with the nice legs was a wallflower. At least now I was going to get some use out of the costume.

I sifted through the drawer and pulled out the black satin corset. It was rumpled and folded into the side of the drawer. I hadn’t worn it since that night of the party and I wasn’t looking forward to lacing it up myself. There were large metal hooks and eyes on the front and a thin but strong black cord lacing up the back. The last time I attempted to lace this thing, Brea was working the lacings and I just hung on for dear life. Now, I had to find a way to lace it up, alone.

Just kill me now, I thought as I stared at the size tag. It was a size 36D and I was no longer in that lovely little range. I was a 38D now and that was pretty much a struggle as it was. I threaded the lacing through the grommet holes in the back, leaving it nice and loose. I tied the ends together at the bottom in a small but tight knott and pulled the lacings to hang from the middle holes. I wrapped the corset around me and hooked the front closures.

I pressed my chest against the wall to keep the corset from falling to my ankles before I could get it laced tight enough. I watched in the mirror behind me as I pulled the laces tighter and tighter. Hell, I might as well have a nice figure with this, since I was going to be stuck wearing it on a plane and into Vegas.

“Oof!” I exhaled loudly as I wrapped the laces around my waist and tied them into a small bow. “Shut up, you.” I grumbled at my cat as she stared at me from her favorite pillow on my bed. I could barely breathe but I had to admit, I looked different. I pulled my skirt on and pulled out the wrap around top. I was actually lucky that the set had a wrap top. I was able to adjust it to my new waist size. I dabbed on some light makeup and pulled my hair back into a bun.

I hurriedly slipped on my heels and took a cursory glance in the mirror before running out the door. I was lucky enough to have a lovely old lady for a neighbor who was willing to come in and check on Glubglub while I was gone. The trip was only for the weekend starting today, Friday and ending with me flying back to Seattle on Monday morning. I threw my one bag into the car drove straight for the office.

Vegas Baby! part 2

12 Feb

“So what are we doing for your birthday, Liise?”

“Nothing. Mr. Sands gave me my first assignment today.”

“So? Hey! Let’s do an all night Joan Crawford movie fest! It’ll be fun!”

“No you don’t get it Brea . I won’t even be in town. I was so looking forward to just hanging around and doing nothing for my birthday and now that pompous jerk has taken that away too.” My best friend Breanna Stravinsky and I were two peas in a pod. We both loved classic film noir and we both secretly read romance novels like they were going out of style. We looked completely different but it was like we were two halves of the same soul. While I lived out my boring days in Seattle , she was having the time of her life in Los Angeles. Her company had relocated her there six months ago and I hadn’t felt complete since. She was supposed to fly out for my birthday but that’s all changed now.

“Ya know, for being a promoted girl, you don’t sound really happy. What did that creepy old man do now?”

“I told him I was taking time off for my birthday two months ago. This morning he pulled me in his office to tell me that my plans had to be changed. He’s sending me off on my first business trip to sin city!”

“Holy crap you’re going to Vegas on the company bill?! That’s outstanding!”

“No its not! I don’t want to go to Las Vegas ! I want to sit around with my best friend and watch Joan Crawford go psycho with a can of cleanser, damnit!” I was furious! Of all times, why did it have to be that day? I was turning twenty five years old. The big two five. Mr. Sands knew it was important to me and since I had only a week to get used to my new position, I thought everything would be okay. Who knew he was throwing me to the wolves this early?

He was sending me with the corporate credit card and setting me up in a posh hotel so I could meet some new potential clients and keep them happy for a weekend in the city of temptation. I had never even been to Las Vegas. He told me to arrive a day early to familiarize myself with the best places to take the client. He even told me he would excuse a little spending as long as it benefited the client. I felt like slapping him.

“Okay you know what? You need this trip. You need to go have a good time and let your hair down! Liise, you’ve been depressed for too long now. I miss you terribly too but you can’t become a complete recluse.”

“I’m not a recluse! I do the exact same stuff I would be doing if you were here, except it would be done with you. I don’t want to go to Vegas. I don’t know how to entertain rich men. I know now why I was hired for this position. I’m no threat to having anything underhanded happening. He can rest assured that I won’t charge a freaking night at the strip club on his tab. I’m a freaking glorified gofer!”

“So what? It pays well, you get to travel and you don’t have to pay for a dime of it. Just enjoy it. Ignore your crappy boss and enjoy the fact that maybe while you’re in Vegas, you can get a nice massage… have a spa day as soon as you get there! Do a little shopping on his tab. Tell him that you have nothing that would be appropriate to wear in front of such a high class client. He’ll totally go for it.” Brea took a deep breath into the phone and I knew she was worried about me. I was never one to take the initiative to party or do what other people find as fun. I was always reading, writing, or crunching numbers. Its all I have ever done.

“Okay. I guess your right.” I reluctantly conceded. Maybe she was right. “I might as well enjoy the spa. I guess I’m going to Vegas.”

I ended up making a deal with Brea . If she could get the funds together to switch the ticket, then she would meet me in Las Vegas and stay with me in my room. Unfortunately she had bought the flight ticket months ago at a discount price and was barely scraping by in LA. I would have offered to pay for the upgrades but I hadn’t gotten paid at my new rate yet so I was still pretty damned poor.

I was taking a business flight and Mr. Sands had asked me to dress in my best outfit so he could see how I would look when I met his new potential clients. I thought it was a bit far fetched to ask, but since he pretty much told me I had carte blanche on the spending, I obliged.

Vegas Baby! Chapter 1

12 Feb

Chapter One

“Miss Lethers, could I see you in my office please?”

“Yes Mr. Sands.” I released the speaker button on my phone and immediately broke out into a cold and clammy sweat. Mr. Sands usually took a stroll out to my cubicle to accost me for the day. He was strict, severe and always followed the rules. The only time anyone was called into his office was to be fired.

“You wanted to see me sir?” I said as I peeked my head in past the half opened door.

“Yes, please come in and close the door behind you.”

Oh crap. Oh Jeez. He’s going to fire me. I just know it!

“Liise; can I call you Liise?”

“Um, sure.”

“Have a seat. I want to talk to you about your current job.”

I sat in one of the plush leather visitors chairs he had scattered in the room. Panic started to bubble up in my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.

Please God, don’t let him fire me. I need this job. I thought as he fiddled with papers on his desk and situated himself for the big “talk”. He sat back in his expensive black Valentino suit. Mr. Sands was a forty eight year old middle aged balding man who hated his socialite wife and ignored his spoiled children. He had very fair skin and light blue eyes that almost always held an icy stare to them. Not only was he the owner of Horowitz & Schermer Accounting Firm, but he was also my direct boss. He liked to reside over all of the admins that worked in the office because he thought of himself as quite the ladies man. I thought of him as disgusting. But my opinion didn’t count. I was hired on a fluke. Every other admin in this office looks like an ex model, just the way this fast talking rich man liked them.

I couldn’t lose my job now, I just couldn’t! After three years of working as an admin in their bullpen, I thought I deserved more. Last year, instead of raises, management, being Mr. Sands, gifted us with fifty dollar gift cards at The Gap. Sure, we all felt a little gypped. Okay, a lot gypped; more like completely ripped off but no one had enough guts to say a word.

The only reason I was still here was to be able to list Horowitz & Schermer Accounting Firm on my resume. I was hired by one of the junior executives and did so well in accounting and organization, they decided to keep me; no matter what I looked like. The longer I lasted, the better off I was. The company alone was an outstanding foot in the door to bigger and better places, or even to start my own accounting firm. Deep down inside, I wanted to be a top financial analyst.

“Liise, you’ve been with us quite some time haven’t you?”

“Yes sir.” The sweat trickled down my back, pooling at my belt.

“Do you think you’ve done a good job?”

What he hell kind of question is that? “Yes sir, I do. I work hard for your firm, sir.” I tried my best to hide the indignation in my voice. He was up to something, I could feel it.

“How important is this job to you?”

“Very important, sir. Not only do I need it to survive but I feel proud to say I work here.” That was a tiny lie. Pride for this job died two months after I started working, when I had heard one of the execs laughing with another exec around a hallway corner. To my disgust, they were saying how much they missed the previous admin before me. It seems, their words not mine, that she was hot enough to fry their eggs. Jackasses. They had said I was too nerdy and mousy for them.

“I have a proposition for you.” Mr. Sands said with a wry smile on his face that made me immediately raise my eyebrows. “I want to promote you. I have a new position opening up in Marketing and New Accounts. It’s a hefty raise. I see that your resume shows you did quite well in your previous job before we took you in as an admin. You have a healthy amount of experience in marketing and it would be good for the company to have one such as you handling this position.”

“One such as me, sir?” I was in shock. The bastard was promoting me! I didn’t know whether to be ecstatic or angry. After three years of slaving away, doing most of his and his execs’ work while they played golf and hid their mistresses, I was finally getting promoted.

“Well, yes Liise. You see, I’m going to be frank with you. This position is going to be working directly with new clients. Meeting the top executives of many successful companies takes a sort of…” he paused and tapped his forefinger on his chin. “finesse; professionalism. I needed to find someone who I knew would be utterly professional in all types of situations. Being as you seem to be the type of young woman who doesn’t, shall we say, indulge too much or take too many risks, I thought you would be perfect. You have just the qualities we need.” His smile wilted as he saw the expression on my face.

“So you are giving me this raise and new position because I’m a nerd who has no outside life.” I shot the words at him dryly. I immediately regretted the comment. I needed the money so bad I couldn’t turn him down but it didn’t change how furious I was.

His face went into immediate lockdown and he stared at me with his icy shrewd business eyes. “Yes, that would be it, but that’s not the only reason. Inherently, you are the most qualified to handle this job.” He didn’t seem all that thrilled to be giving me the this position, but the fact that he’s hired nothing but sharks and models, maybe I was the most trustworthy employee he had. “If you choose to take it, that is. Please, take your lunch to think it over.” He handed me a packet and went back to the papers on his desk. I took his ignoring me as a hint that I was dismissed and left his office confused and slightly feeling sick.

She is born…

10 Feb

This is just the beginning, the rough draft of all rough drafts of the story as i can only tell it through her eyes.

Chapter One

The smell of charred flesh spread across the lab on the wing of a raging storm. My body burned all over, but no pain could compare with the searing electro shock pulsating in my chest.

These were my very first conscious memories. The rasping screams filling the night seemed to come from a distant source, causing me to think I wasn’t the only one in this predicament. The continued endless screams succeeded in drowning out all other noise. My body convulsed as a sudden downpour of slick, clear liquid covered me. The instant cooling sensation brought on uncontrollable shivers as my body began to go into shock.

The memories chose that moment to crash into me.

A stranger’s marred face.

His rough, corded fingers wrapped around my throat. Blood trickled down his cheek as I scratched his face. “By God, I would leave my mark on him if I am to die by his hands” I silently swore. His skin under my nails felt thick and scaly; snakelike. As if he were more monster than man.

I struggled and sputtered as the strange black spots began to flood my vision. My lungs clenched with the desperate need for air. I thought his plan was rape, but as my strength dissipated, I became certain he was sent to me with one vital mission; to end my existence. But this monster had his own personal pleasures to consider. And so I watched as his cloudy eyes revealed his sheer delight in the release of my soul.

“Oh merciful god, will you allow your faithful servant to end in such a horrific manor?” I prayed as the blackness sucked me under.



The warm liquid lapped at my skin as I floated in the cavernous pool. There was no light. No sound. Only the smell of earth, rich and fertile, and the soft coppery unknown scent that sparked my mind and senses into function.

I wiggled my fingers and spread my toes as my mind began to process my surroundings. I was alive, that I knew for sure. Yet, for some mysterious reason, I also knew it hadn’t been the first time for that.

As I contemplated my situation, the basic questions began to form:
1. Am I truly Alive? Or is this all a lie?
2. What’s happened to me?
3. Where am I?
4. Who am I?

I turned my head as a tiny bobbing light in the top corner f the room began to descend and grow larger. I watched, half of my face submerged, the other staring wearily at the glowing orb that now showed a slick stone wall and a rough hewn staircase leading god only knows where.

“When will she be ready father?” the guttural voice whispered anxiously, the sound bouncing down the stairs and off the walls.

“You must give her time, my son. She will need to re-learn everything. I know not what her mind retained through such a traumatic experience. He sighed as the orb came closer. “Apparently you, my son, were a true gift from heaven. Luck shined down on me the night you were born. I had not nearly the amount of problems with you as I have with her. Let us hope that this last attempt succeeded in the regeneration. I cannot bare to think of another young woman’s life being lost due to our needs.”

The light spread across the walls, showing a stone cavern with a sunken spring in the earth. But it was not filled with water, for that I was sure of. I did not know why I was so sure. I had nothing but instincts to rely on and had no reason to doubt them. I could only trust that they would not lead me astray. I could see the middle aged man as he rounded the bend of the stairway and came to a stop on the last step.

“Damn.” He muttered as he turned and faced whatever waited as the top of the stairs. “Fetch me my gloves, son.”

I watched in silence as he held up the shining glass orb by a dark handle in front of him as he made his way further into the room. He stopped at an orb mounted to the nearest wall and pulled out a long, thin reed. He stuck it into the glowing light of the orb in his hand, only to pull it out and spread the light to the mounted orb on the wall.


The single word sprang into my mind as he went around the vast room, lighting others mounted on the walls in strategic spots. He doddered around the room, ignoring the spring in the center. I watched him for quite a while as he went from a table to a desk, back and forth, conducting small tests and making notes. He grumbled to himself as he waited for his gloves.

Where was this son of his? I thought to myself as he held up a strange dripping red chunk to the light for him to examine.




More words flew through my mind as I watched out of one eye, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. I marveled at the light reflecting on the liquid around me, leaving my skinn tinged in coppers and pinks. It swirled around me in a translucent almost soupy consistency with ever minute move I made. I loved it. I reveled in the coolness of the pool. Not too cold, not harsh on the nerves. Just cool enough to make me feel comfortable on a hot summer day.


Sitting on father’s rocking chair on the porch, as the boys swam in the pond before me. smiling and laughing as they splashed each other and called out to me. “Come woman! Come swim with us!” they hollered their young virile bodies glistening in the sun. they were just out of their boyhood years, young men always getting into trouble.

“That’s improper as well you know, Methias!”

The memory snapped shut like a steel trap, leaving me in a labyrinth of my own thoughts. I was so lost in my own turbulent mind, that I had not noticed the doctor wander toward the pool. He stood, kneeling close, watching me watch him.

“I see you are awake, my dear.” He rocked back a bit, looking curious. “You seem much better today. We may do a few tests today.” He stood and wandered back to the desk, sat and took some more notes.

He acknowledged me. my mind spun as I turned slowly and floated onto my back. I waited. He’d mentioned tests and for my heart had begun to pound. What did he mean by tests? What was I?

In the time I waited in the pool for him, I began to move my limbs. I found them tight, rigor. I bent my left leg at the knee, stretching the skin until it suddenly gave. There was no sound but…

*** and that is where i ended off.. i have more.. but it will have to wait. :p

goodnight for now.