I wanted to share the first daily quota of my novel. I am considering sharing the first 1667 words of each chapter throughout November but not sure if I’ll keep up with that or not. Even though it is the first few pages of the first chapter I DO NOT RECOMMEND IT FOR CHILDREN. I don’t think it is quite R rated but definitely PG 17 at least.
Where the Party Is
A dark, reddish brown liquid oozed down over the cool light stone that framed the fireplace in the small living room of the apartment that one Larina Gardner occupied. She stood at the back of the couch watching the oozing liquid fall from the mantle drip, drip, dripping onto the hearth below. It was not what she expected to see when she woke up that morning. As a matter of fact she never looked at her fireplace these days. She was always too busy to pay it any attention. Her furniture had gone unused for several days already. She watched the dripping for a couple of minutes before realizing what it was. Blood was streaming down her wall. It was like a bad acid trip or maybe a high gone wrong. She wondered if she had anything to drink the night before that could have been spiked. Her palms began to sweat as she walked around the couch and approached the wall. She held out her hand and touched the blood with one finger. Lifting her gaze she looked up to find the origin of the blood. On the ceiling, held by something she could not see was a golden wing that looked as if it had come from a very large bird. She stepped back and let out a blood curdling scream. The scream echoed through the room all the way back to her as she opened her eyes and sat up with a start. Her breath came in raspy gasps as she finally managed to stop screaming. Larina looked around her and realized she was in her bed which was soaked with sweat. Wiping a hand across her forehead she pushed the blankets off of her and swung her legs around the bed to rest her feet on the floor. Bowing her head she rubbed the back of her neck. As soon as her feet touch the ground she realizes she is stepping on something soft and feathery. Looking down at the floor she realizes that it is a pair of wings just like the ones she had seen in her dream. She looked closer letting her eyes adjust to the darkness and another scream escaped her lips as she spotted a blonde head lying on the floor eyes wide and dead looking. Larina pulled her feet back on the bed and scrambled backwards across the span of the bed to the other side of the room. She screamed loudly in horror at what she was seeing.
Someone patted her on the shoulder and she opened her eyes again. This time she was screaming into the face of a handsome looking man. She didn’t remember this man. Larina rubbed her eyes and felt the first pangs of a massive headache shoot through her head. Pushing the man backwards she managed to stop screaming in his face. He sat down in the chair across from her with a smirk on his face. She didn’t know what he had to be smirking about but it pissed her off none the less. Here she was terrified by her dreams and still trying to get her bearings on where she was even waking up at and he was laughing at her. Larina ignored him and looked around the room. Many other people were sitting and staring at her. Apparently the entire place had been watching her having a nightmare. When a woman handsed her a coffee mug with a steamy black liquid inside she realized she was at The Celtic House Pub. It was known as one of the best pubs in that part of Colorado and it was where she loved to hang out on a Saturday night. Memories of what had happened were slowly worming their way back into her thoughts. She had been partying with the people around her and drinking shots until she passed out drunk. The memory of how drunk she was made her head swim again. Larina realized it wasn’t that she had been drunk before but that she was still drunk. This thought made her want to wretch. Instead she took a sip of the warm drink she had been handed. Strong, black coffee the one drink that would sober any drunk ass up at least slightly. Larina looked up at the woman who had handed her the mug and was still standing behind her with a smile. “Thanks Lanya,” she slurred out. Taking another sip of the drink she blinked a couple of times and looked around her. There were two women as well as the man who had woke her. One of the women was all over the other one trying to get her to make out or so it appeared to Larina. Shaking her head she looked at the man. Try as she might she couldn’t remember him from anywhere.
“Who are you?” she asked bluntly.
“The name’s Dameon,” he responded with a slight inclination of his head, “I might say you acted like you knew me well enough before you passed out.”
“What is that supposed to mean,” she asked confused.
“Obviously babe it means you were all over him before you passed out,” one of the women said. Larina recognized her as the woman who had invited her over to hang out with them.
“I was not. I would never do that,” Larina tried to defend herself.
Akuma, the other woman, laughed wickedly, “Oh but you did. That doesn’t matter though. What the hell were you screaming like that for?”
Larina explained the dream to her not holding back a single detail. It had truly freaked her out but the look on their faces showed the true extent of creepiness. It was a little eerie looking at their dropped jaws and thinking back on the dream she had just woke up from. Taking another drink she tried to put the thought out of her head. Beginning to feel the sobering effects of the black coffee she looked around for another shot glass. Motioning to Lanya she said, “Can I get another shot over here please?”
Lanya gave her a look that blatantly said no way without her actually speaking a word. Not worrying about Lanya’s party pooping ways Larina poured a shot from the bottle of Everclear that was sitting on the table in front of her. She downed it without need of a chaser and threw back another swallow straight from the bottle. A warmth spread from her mouth down her throat and throughout her body. The coffee’s progress was reversed. She began to feel at the very least a little tipsy again. Standing she sidled over to Dameon barely missing tripping over the corner of the table that was in front of her.
“Want to get to know each other again?” she asked him. Her words were slurred with alcohol. She bent over in front of him and the low cut blue satiny shirt she was wearing left very little to the imagination.
“Aren’t you supposed to be some kind of role model? What if your kids saw you now,” he asked in a low drawling voice.
“Oh kids shmids I do have a day off you know,” she retorted. Tossing her hair over her shoulder she straightened and walked back to the couch. Flopping down on it she crossed her ankles and placed her stiletto clad feet on the table. The only thing that saved any shred of modesty for her to hold onto the next day was that she was wearing black slacks with the outfit. Dameon walked over to sit on the couch beside her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear, “I may be a demon but I know my limitations.” Sitting back he leaned casually against the arm of the couch and watched her to see if she had any reaction to his words. As he figured the only word she responded to of the whole sentence was limitations.
“I know mine as well,” she said in a haughty tone, “I just don’t have as many as some.”
The other woman who hadn’t spoke before laughed a high pitched tinkling laugh. “I dare say you don’t have any idea,” she said in a guarded voice. “We can show you what it means to lack limitations if you wish.” As she spoke she stood and walked to the other side of the couch. Bending over the couch behind Larina she spoke in a low voice that edge on a whisper right next to Larina’s neck, “I can show you many things.” Larina sat up straight as quick as she could.
“No, I don’t want you to show me anything,” she spat angrily.
Akuma cleared her throat, “You two need to cut it out now. She is obviously not quite herself tonight. Why don’t we just have fun and stop picking on the poor child.”
Dameon looked at her and shrugged. “She started it,” he said in a mock childish voice with a pout on his face.
Larina made a shocked face and looked at him. “You big tattle tale,” she said. Akuma stood and smoothed out her short black skirt. She walked over to Dameon and pulled him up by the collar of his silk black shirt. Barely above a whisper she said, “You stop pestering her or you will have to face me.” Her voice sounded as if she were joking and the smile on her face would have onlookers believe the same but there was a look in her eyes that said otherwise. Larina’s eyes were starting to go fuzzy again so she stood up from the couch barely catching herself by grabbing onto Dameon’s shoulder. This slip broke the tension for a moment. He turned to face her and grasp her hand. Pulling her into his side he wrapped his arm around her waist. A smirk placed itself firmly on Dameon’s lips. “I promise I’ll be good,” he said with more than a hint of double entendre in his voice.