Demons Within
Drake held her hand, pulling her towards him. "Everything is going to be ok now…" his voice trailed off as he heard Belanys whimper. She looked at him, reaching to kiss him gently on his blood stained lips, tears streaking their dirt covered faces. Belanys shifted, staring at every feature of his face, memorizing every perfect piece, his warm chocolate brown eyes, the shaggy black hair… As her vision began to blur, she looked back to his eyes. Her heart stuttered, and she breathed out.
Chapter One
Lying face down in her bed, the down comforter plush and warm, the pillow cradling her head, her hair sprawled in every direction, Belanys Brey slept. Her alarm continued to blare at her side. She had just worked an opening shift at 5:00am through closing at midnight. Belanys worked at a software development business. The hours for the other workers never changed, however Belanys was working non-stop and was never paid overtime for all of her efforts. Her pittance of a paycheck every two weeks constantly had her wondering why she continued to work there. She realized that it was a dead end and completely meaningless job. But Belanys continued to put up with it for the hopes of one day getting into her dream college and start an actual successful life. Her alarm finally turned off, and Belanys continued to sleep.
"Hello?" Belanys answered, groggy from the lack of sleep and just waking up. A sudden flood of obscenity forced her to jump, causing her to move from her comfortable resting spot to a forced upright position. Slowly, she began to understand what was being screamed through the phone.
"BELANYS! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE AT WORK THREE HOURS AGO! WHERE ARE YOU?" A slight pause prompted her to attempt a response.
"Well sir, I guess-"
"YOU GUESS? IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? DO YOU KNOW ALL THE TROUBLE GOING ON HERE NOW BECAUSE MS. BELANYS WAS TOO LAZY TO GET OUT OF HER COMFORTABLE BED THIS MORNING?" Belanys' anger rose out of the ordinary, as she calmly attempted to reply.
"No sir. I don't actually-"
"WE HAVE MASS CHAOS HERE! AND BECAUSE OF YOUR INSENSITIVE GESTURE WE HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME IT ON BUT YOU! YOU ALWAYS SEEM TO BE THE REASON THIS OFFICE IS FALLING APART! DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY FOR YOURSELF?" As her boss pushed her past her breaking point, Belanys blurted her response.
"Well Vince, maybe if you were a better boss there would be no problems. And possibly, you might understand that you can not force a person to work more than originally scheduled and assume that they will continue to be a little fucking lab rat for you without any complaints what so ever." Instantly regretting the words she wished she could swallow back into her throat, she knew she shouldn't have said that. Biting her lip, her brow furrowing as she sat there, looking at the phone, she waited for Vince to reply. Finally, it came.
"How dare you speak back to me like that, you stupid little twit! I run this place just fine no thanks to you! Now, you better get yourself here in fifteen minutes or less or I'll-"
"OR YOU'LL WHAT VINCE? FIRE ME? GO AHEAD! I HATE WORKING FOR YOUR ARROGANT, POMPOUS ASS ANYWAY!" Belanys venomously spitted through the phone at her now speechless boss. Without warning, she began to shake in fury, squeezing the phone until her knuckles were a pearly shade of white. As if the fight had never happened, Vince calmly and professionally spoke into the phone.
"If that is the way you see things then, Ms. Brey, you may come retrieve your last pay check. You are fired. Good day." With that, the phone call was ended. Belanys, still shaking in anger and in shock of how she had acted, picked up one of her plush pillows and screamed.
Belanys squinted at her clock, the numbers dancing across her eyes, making it difficult for her to make out the time. As she focused, she stared at the clock as it continued to blink 7:45PM.
'Well,' she thought to herself, stretching and rolling to her side, 'no more Vince. No more work. I guess some time off could be good for me.' Belanys groaned as she blinked her eyes a few more times, and finally managing to pull herself from the warm and comfortable pillow top king mattress that took up much of her room.
Belanys stood at 5'3" tall, and rather slim. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and her crystalline blue-grey eyes were complimented by the dark halo which surrounded her pixie like face. The dark brown locks fell just past her shoulders, but she almost always wore her hair up in a messy bun, never finding the initiative to fix it. The wardrobe she lived with was rather on the average side, multiple pairs of the same make of jeans, many solid color tank tops and t-shirts. She did have a few form fitting long dresses for special occasions, but many of them were worn once, or not at all.
She walked down the hall of her well kept, yet small studio apartment, wearing her black pajama shorts and a tight camouflage spaghetti strap she had slept in the night before. As she sauntered into the kitchen, she made herself a large mug of chamomile tea. Her thoughts were racing as she split a bagel, putting it into a toaster.
'How could I lose this job? Bad hours, bad pay, but it was a job.' She jumped as the toaster popped up her newly toasted bagel, and she slathered it with butter and grape jelly. She looked around the small kitchen, her old worn down stove, the stained and ugly old refrigerator, and the toaster her parents had gotten her when she got a new job. With food and drink in hand, she carefully walked into her living room, setting down the plate and mug with tenderness, looking around this room as well. Her plush maroon chair sitting against the back wall, with a small coffee table in the middle, a love seat, which was an uncomplimentary shade of blue contrasting from the other side of the table; Although shabby, her apartment was her home, and now she had no way to pay for it.
Returning to the kitchen counter, she unplugged her lap top, pushing the power button and waiting for the reflective black screen to come to life. Before the light blinded her, she caught a glimpse of her pale face, her full lips and her mysteriously blue-grey eyes gazing back at her. She reacted when the harsh white light permeated her vision, closing her eyes and slowly opening them again to get used to the light.
When thinking of friends who could help her find a job, she realized the only people she really talked to were those online. She never really had any friends outside of work. Belanys preferred to keep to herself. She was always rather different from most people, always reading or looking at things in a different way. Unlike most of the girls she grew up with, Belanys was fascinated with technology, and adored anything metal. She couldn't stand most music, always listening to instrumental pieces or calming, slow ballads. Her thoughts were interrupted as she saw she had a request for an Instant Message.
As she settled into the pillow like, plush maroon chair, she cuddled up with a heavy down blanket, slowly lifting the lightweight computer to her. Running her finger smoothly across the mouse pad, she clicked accept on the invitation, and almost instantly a new Instant Message window opened.
"Hello, I am Drake Voray." Belanys sat there, and thought to herself.
'Who the hell could this guy be?' Timidly, she replied.
"Hello Drake."