Why Blood?

Chapter 3: Off to Hell we go! Make sure to bring spare undies!

Hummna, hummna, hummna my mind spilled over for a couple of minutes as I watched the cutest, hottest, most gorgeous guy I have ever seen walk passed me as though I weren’t even there to Elic’s side. Exotic in appearance, the man had a dark olive skin color, wild and ruffled pale blond hair and pale green eyes.

“Well, what’s this all about?” the man asked again in a half-irritated, half-amused voice, a voice I wouldn’t mind having whispered into my ear. Just the thought made a shiver go down my spine. “Honestly Elic, you have a problem with almost all of your clients. What is it this time? They’re ugly, they smell, they smoke, they have bad taste in music and clothes?” A voice that reminded me of a summer storm; light, distant thunder barely audible over the soft, musical patter of rain.

“I am turning in my letter of resignation today!” Elic screeched, tearing me from my fantasy realm. He had finally resumed movement and looked as though he would have torn my throat out had the aforementioned hot guy not been standing in the room. My room…I would faint, but then I would be disgusted with myself. I’ve never been the type to show weakness in front of anyone. ANYONE! Even someone as fine and hunky and nice smelling and-okay, enough!

The man threw back his head and laughed a husky, open, and merry laugh, a laugh you could tell he let loose often and easily. “You’ve said the same thing for the past millennia, why is this time so different?”

“Because I have had it with these pesky, pompous, difficult mortals!” Notice the emphasis on a certain word directed at a certain person in the room.

“Is that all?”

Elic sputtered for a few moments and replied with fury, “What do you mean ‘is that all’?”

“Elic, we have been over this, that is just their way. It is what makes them such easy clients,” My eyebrow rose to this, but I decided not to bring attention to myself just yet. “You have one of the easy jobs! I have to try and convince already saved souls to give in to temptation. You know how difficult that is? Especially on a universe-wide scale!”

I was trying very hard to keep listening to the conversation, but my short attention span kicked in and I sat back down with my elbow propped onto my desk, holding my now heavy-seeming head and began to drift off into sleep as my dark, shoulder-length hair fell over my face. Screw the fact that two soul-damners were in my room, I was tired and the hot guys voice was the perfect thing to put me to sleep. I could only have been dozing for a couple of seconds when I felt a sharp pain radiating from my large toe.

“What the-“ I cried out and fell out of my chair onto the not-so-cushiony floor with a nice, resounding thump. I looked down and cried out in rage as Elic took his teeth out of my toe.

“You stupid rat!”

“I’m not a rat you worthless mortal!”

“I’ll show you worthless you little f-“

“That’s enough!” the hot dude grabbed Elic off of the floor and put a boot to my stomach to keep me from reaching my prey. Damn that hot dude. “Elic, why not go back to The Lounge and have a strong cup while I erase her memory. You can try again later.”

“I don’t want to try again, I want her to be off my list or I’m leaving!”

“I second that!” I growled at the small demonic animal. “If I’m going to damn my soul, it’s not going to be with that little hair-ball!”

“I wouldn’t damn your soul now if you asked me to you wretch!”

“Rat!”

“Slut!”

I kicked the boot away and lunged, only to have my waist caught by the handsome dude still stuck in the middle of the argument. Damn you again you damn hot dude. How rude of me to not ask his name. How rude of him to not ask my name. Why am I thinking of these things now?

“Don’t you ever call me that!” I screamed and began attempting to claw my way out the strange mans grip. “I’ll have you know I’m a virgin you bastard!”

I heard a knock at my door and all three of us froze.

“Honey, are you alright in there. I heard you scream something,” saved by my mother. I grinned devilishly and took in a breath to reply that I’m not doing so well, considering there are two soul damners in my room. One is really hot and the other is a fur-ball that I’m about to strangle. By the way, what’s for dinner? But before any of this could spill through my lips, I realized that if my mom heard any of this, she would either bust into my room and freak out or get frustrated and snap at me for being sarcastic. The latter was the most likely considering I always replied to my mother with something silly.

“No mom, everything’s fine. I was just…uh…cursing my Algebra teacher and hoping his soul would rot away and fester while his body is chewed upon by the mangiest of rats that could possibly grace-”

“Alright, that’s enough, I get it!” my mother’s voice drifted off as she left my door. I let out a sigh of relief that she did not open my door and reprimand me for saying something so gruesome about my teacher.

“Well, that was a close one,” I grinned and looked up at my captor and would-have-been soul damner. They both were giving me curious looks. “What?”

“You’re a virgin?” the hot dude (as I had dubbed him) asked me with a curious look on his face.

“Urm, yeah,” I felt a blush coming to my cheeks. Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to spout out to the two Hell dwellers.

“How strange,” Elic muttered to himself, all anger from before seeming to have vanished. “Why would they give me a virgin to damn?”

“Hmmm, I think we should go have a talk with the head boss and find out what’s going on. This is the fifth case of the Searchers sending us virgins and other Untouchables to damn,” the hot dude looked almost worried as he spoke to Elic.

“Can you put me down now?” He still was holding me up by my waist and I was starting to feel very uncomfortable.

He grinned and a sparkle came to his eyes as he turned to me, “Are you going to attempt to throttle Elic anymore?” He seemed to find me amusing. I don’t like it when people laugh at me, even if they have awesome pale green eyes that you could swim in for hours.

I grumbled an ‘I suppose not’ before he gently laid me on my feet. I straightened my favorite shirt (solid red with long black sleeves) and fixed my dark brown hair into a high ponytail before noticing the two soul damners were still hanging out in my room. And watching me, too. Creepy!

“What now?” I sighed as I pushed my bangs out of my eyes. I really need to get them trimmed.

“Are you ready?” Hot dude asked me.

“Ready for what?”

“To leave. You’re coming with us, obviously.” Elic snorted in disgust. He better watch his tone with me or-

“What? Why do I have to come?”

“You shall be proof that a mistake has been made and that will in turn help us to find out what is going on behind The Veil. Once that is done, you shall be returned to your normal, mortal, boring life.”

I growled as though ready to pounce on the little bugger. “Where are we going, oh pray tell?”

The hot dude let out a light laugh, “To Hell of course.”

End of Chapter 3

No Hamsters Were Harmed In The Making Of This Chapter…

Author note: Yes, it has been another three months since the last update. Things have been really rocky all summer long. But, at least I did finish this chapter. The next chapter shall reveal many more interesting things about Hell and its current manager, Satan. I shall also reveal the name of Hot Dude. WOOHOO! Well, he’s very hot to me anyway. ;D

Big senior now! Next month I shall start my last year of high school, my last year of true freedom. Then the shackles of adulthood will be placed upon my wrists and ankles and I shall shuffle around like a zombie, doing what society deems my worthy punishment for existing.

So much to look forward to.

Anyway, please review and tell me if my story should continue or if I suck major arse and should stop while I’m ahead. This has not been proofread or read by anyone else. If you find a mistake, please let me know and I will gladly fix it. Any comments, suggestions, flames and/or compliments shall be welcomed with open arms (and flames shall later be used to set people on fire, so be careful in the choice of fuel you lay in my possession).

QC