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Black Wedding Bells, By Caustos_Seraphim and I (Part 1) |
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Caustos_Seraphim Myself
Seraph gave a snort of distaste and shoved the small quarter into the man's hand before turning away. She didn't know why she had done it, he had been harassing her all night.Grabs, rude words, glances and snide remarks. Seraph was overjoyed when he saw the clock and dashed out, her own gaze soon going to it as well she smiled, her shift was over. Tugging on the black miniskirt she was forced into for work she pulled on a coat to leave. One hand was reaching up to pull down her natural deep brown hair that had been recently dyed with black strands. Wincing at a familiar voice she looked to the man who was cursing at a phone and digging in his pockets as he spoke of how much he had to call 'that hell hole'. She watched him, for a moment, two, before she sighed and pulled a quarter from her pocket to push into his hand.
Keeping her blue and copper flecked eyes off of his she turned away. Maybe with her hair down and revealing clothes hidden he wouldn't recognize her. Seraph hoped that would be the case, he had his money, she had done her good deed, now all she wanted was to pop some popcorn. Mix in some Cheeze-it's and plop infront of the television for a late night movie.
As her hand moved to brush back some hair from her features at a gust of wind a glint of black appeared on her left ring finger. She had no idea as the black band appeared on her hand, a deep red jem shifting with colors in a four pronged setting and one of the two side diamonds of white on each side of it seemed to wink at the devil before Seraph's hand was hidden in her pocket. As if the Archangel Gabriel had just seen his wager with the devil fulfilled.
The wink, the band, and the annoying man behind her didn't even come to Seraph's mind as she shuffled home. She was tired, wanted to eat and then wanted to sleep. Seraph had an exam tomorrow and hardly wanted to be stuck worrying about silly people who bothered her or the work left behind, he rmind was a blissful blank.
Lucifer looked at the girl he'd been annoying. He was amused with the poor thing, trying so hard to not yell and scream at him. He'd been grabbing, gesturing, and anything else he could think of for about an hour maybe? Lucifer leaned back to look at the clock, grabbing the table to keep himself upright. His eyes widened when he realized the time. Dashing outside he searhed his pockets for a quarter, sinners can't be left alone for long or they might try to rebel. Did they really think they could kill the devil? He laughed a bit at the thought.
He had no quarter, growling he cursed at the telephone. "I need to make that phone call to hell hole Dammit!" he said becoming increasingly angry. His hands clenched and he started to grind his teeth. If he didn't have a quarter then he would have to waste his percious time to get one. He had no want to be here anymore. He had his fun and now it was time to get to buisness. He would have continued to rant to himself had he not felt someone put something in his hand. He assumed it was a pick-pocket and turned around. As he opened his mouth to say something he realized it was the girl he had been playing with earlier, not only that but she was wearing a ring. He knew this wasn't good, even before the thing practically winked at him. He opened his hand slowly, without taking his eyes off the girl, only when hhis hand was open did he look at the quarter.
He looked at the thing, it was an act of kindness. "Well s**t," he said to himself. Glancing up he started to follow the girl carefully, making sure she wouldn't notice her. He could practically he hear the winged chicken laughing. His anger grew quickly into rage. He couldn't believe this little human child could do something so stupid. He would follow her home and confront her there.
Seraph was oblivious to being followed, which was odd for her as usually she was rather paranoid. Nothing that made her seem weird, at least not in public. But at home she'd peek out of her shower to make sure nothing was there and a small flashlight had its home next to her bed. When she was walking home from work she usually looked everywhich way, but she was tired and at the end of her rope after dealing with that horrible man all night. But it happened every so often, this time it just made her more annoyed as he wasn't even intoxicated!
The little p***k knew what he was doing, liked watching her squirm, god, if she ever saw him again...Seraph bristled with rage that soon died off. There ws no reason for her to worry about it, she wouldn't, he had never been there before so he was probably just someone passing through. Content with that answer Seraph turned down the street towards her home, or more, apartment. She didn't consider an apartment home and she did even less as she mounted the outside stairs to the old building, unlocking her door and wincing as she entered her home.
A mix of old food and old laundry hit her as she shut the door behind her, shrinking a few inches as she took off her heels with a content sigh. Grabbing up a can of febreeze she started to spray her living room down as she grabbed up the laundry from this way and that to drop in the cornor...Damn, she needed to go to the laundry mat sometime soon. Sighing more reluctantly that time she threw some old take out containers into the overflowing garbage can and ran hot water over the piles of dishes in the sink, giving an extra spray over that area before she moved on to her bedroom to change out of her revealing outfit.
Lucifer stood on her door step, with his arms crossed. He glared at the door. He had been following her, not bothering to be careful anymore. Should he knock? He snorted, like hell, after all she was going to put him through s**t then he would ever want. There had to be a loop hole somewhere in this! He growled again, maybe if he got her to commit suicide. Lucifer smiled at the thought, before realizing that he would still be stuck with her. He knew suicide was a sin, so he would still be stuck with her!
He grabbed the door knob and twisted it lazily. He would probably have break in, but he would atleast get enjoyment from seeing her scream. He paused blinking, her door was unlocked? He frowned, she really did take the fun out of things. Rolling his eyes he stepped into the apartment, locking the door behind him quietly. He figured he could still make her scream. His eyes scanned her home. Her house was filthy, how could she live like this? He carefully walked further into the home, trying not to step on anything. He hated this ******** place already, but he was stuck, tied to her by the ******** ring she wore on her finger. He couldn't leave this realm until she accepted. Damn angels, always creating problems. He could hear her in the room in front of him, so he leaned against the wall and waited. He had no want to make this happen any faster.
Seraph threw her work 'uniform' into another pile of clothes in her bedroom. The rest of her room was actually well kept and smelled good. She slept there, spent a good deal of her time there, so of course she kept it clean. It was small so it wasn't hard, against one wall her closet, one of those wooden ones that folded out and always got jammed. At the moment one of the breakers in the middle of it that folded was half out due to something behind the doors. Seraph payed it no heed though as she let out a sound of joy to get her bra off and change her panties. Pulling on a set of lime green and smily face sushi pajamas she added some furry red socks so she looked rather mismatched. Her hair was pulled down in a wavy mass about her, the only bit that made her look as if she could be someone to lust after in a bar, that and the fact she had yet to go to the bathroom and take her makeup off.
That was her next stop though and after pushing the pile of laundry further up the wall she opened her door to head out. Yes, she'd wash off her makeup and get a mug of hot cocoa and that popcorn, a meal that would surely make her stomach cry out in pain. Those thoughts vanished though after she opened her door, starting in shock for a moment, two, before she cried out in shock and launched herself backwards and into her room again. On instinct one of her arms slamming the door shut, that man was here! How did he get in her home!?
"You going to open the door sweetheart?" he said demeaningly. " 'Fraid I don't have all day." He smiled a bit, amused with her reaction. He loved to scare them. They were all the same, you don't even have to do anything to scare them. He looked at her closed door and walked a bit closer stepping over junk as he went. Bloody hell, how much s**t did she have? He snorted "If you think a door is going to stop me of all things you'd be very wrong."
Eyes wide and panting Seraph snatched up a metal baseball bat she kept for just such circumstances. She was too afraid to get a gun, not to mention how expensive they were so this would have to do. Hoping that her shaky grip wouldn't cut down her chances to bash the man's brains in Seraph kept her back against the door in hopes her weight would keep him on the other side...Maybe she should yell, bang against the wall or ceiling...But no, these weren't the best apartments. If something went wrong everyone else just continued on with their business.
"Get out of here! You have no right to be in my home, shoo!" Seraph's pale features blushed a bit at telling the man to shoo, but the only thing of any value she had was her computer on her desk, an aquarium screen saver watching her. She needed it for college, she couldn't let him in, not to mention for her own safety, "Leave before I call the cops!" she soon added, that would work, for all he knew she had a phone.
Shoo? What was he, a dog? He was the devil! The Great Lucifer! He glared darkly at the door. He was not going to be "Mister Nice Devil" anymore. "Listen here b***h and listen closely 'cause I ain't repeating this. I am here, thanks to you, and now I can't leave. So either you open this door or I am going to force my way in!" he yelled angrily through the door. He didn't care if people came in, they wouldn't see him unless he wanted them to. It paid to be they devil sometimes. Maybe they'll send her to a mental institution. He could frame her for murder maybe, or arson. He amused himself with such thoughts, as a smirk grew on his face.
Crane Noir · Sun Jan 14, 2007 @ 06:10pm · 0 Comments |
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