Latter-Day Lizzy

by Robotgirl434

In modern day England, Elizabeth is a rich girl that goes to an all-girls Catholic school. Raised Catholic, there are certain activities she is taught never to engage in. In a low state, Elizabeth ignores these teachings and dabbles in things she shouldn't, summoning a demon and forming a contract together. (Modern version of Midford Maid)

1. Prologue

Latter-Day Lizzy

Prologue

Elizabeth was raised Catholic. She went to church on Sundays. She attended a Catholic school. How did she end up in this situation?

The blonde closed her eyes and took a deep breath as her friend's fingernails clicked impatiently on the planchette.

"So, what. Are you like, dating your cousin?" She had been asked by the girl at her school who was always chewing gum. That is so gross and lame!" Smack, smack, smack. That's the gum.

Heads were turning now. People were staring at Elizabeth.

A flash of bright light. She was suddenly standing in front of her fencing coach, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Lizzy. But we just can't have you at the club anymore given recent news. It would give the club a bad reputation. We could lose our sponsors if you stayed!"

She opened her beautiful, emerald green eyes. She was back in Twila's bedroom, the ouija board on the bed between them.

Elizabeth let out a shaky breath. Her hands moved to the planchette where her friend's hands were. Her glittery, pink fingernails gently touched the plastic.

"I'm ready." Elizabeth told her white-haired friend.

"Great, Lizzy!" Twila beamed excitedly, a twinkle in her purple eyes. "I'll start."

Elizabeth hadn't heard what Twilia said after that. She was simply too fixated on her nickname. She didn't feel like Lizzy anymore.

"Lizzy? It's your turn to ask a question!" Twila's voice snapped Elizabeth out of her train of thought. "Here, you go ahead. I'm gonna grab a glass of water."

Elizabeth stared down at the ouija board as Twila climbed off the bed and headed for the door. "A-Are you sure that's safe to do, Twila?"

"Of course it is!" Twila smiled over her shoulder at her friend. "It's just a board game, after all!" Without another word, Twila left the room.

Elizabeth stared hard at the ouija board, nervously clicking her fingernails against the planchette. She thought about everything that had happened in the past week.

"Is this all life has to offer me?" She whispered to no one in particular, a tear streaming down her cheek. Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut, and the tear fell.

The teardrop splattered on the planchette. Almost instantly, the planchette began to glide across the board. Surprised, Elizabeth opened her eyes and glanced down.

"No." The planchette pointed to on the board.