hi, hi, hi!!! this chapter is a little longer. at least i tried right? alright, when we left off you were just about to meet a demon.
a sudden cold enveloped the area. you recognized it immediately as a demon chill. you looked around wildly trying to pinpoint the demon. your eyes finally landed on a man with jet black hair and vibrant blue eyes. his skin was pale and tinged with blue and his mouth was twisted in a sickening smirk.
"my father sent me to help you? a puny little female?" he asked snidely.
"hey! i ain't puny! short yes, but puny no!" you cried angrily.
"i take it you don't like being reminded of you stature," he said.
"hell yes! wait a sec. Blackheart right?"
"yes. i see father told you about me," Blackhert said.
"yep, he did. said you had to help me kill yer brother," you said.
"Damien. that sick freak! he always got father's attention. he was always the favorite son," he said, his eyes shining with pure malice, anger and jealousy.
"yeah i hear ya. i used to get that a lot with my own brother, or should i say brothers.," you said, understanding sinking in.
"do you?" he asked skeptically.
"yes i do! are you kidding me?!? my parents always preferred my brothers to me! all 6 of them! all my life they told me i should have been born a guy and not a girl. they always said i was worthless. now look at me. i got a horse ranch, i'm a champion rider, i got a decent life away from them and better yet, i'm a ghost rider. i'm finally out of their shadows," you said proudly.
"i wish i could step out of Damien's shadow, but that won't happen," Blackheart sneered.
"oy. enough with the pity party. i ain't interested in dishing out pity, especially to a demon so snap out of it!" you cried.
Blackheart looked shocked. obviously he wasn't used to mortals speaking to him like this.
"now about Damien. seeing as we're tied at the hip, figuratively speaking, we have to find a way to dispose of him. now let me make a wild guess: seven blessed daggers to stick in him in the shape of a cross with the first dagger being the most important because it extinguishes mortal life?" you asked.
"yes. how did you know?" asked Blackheart.
"ever see the omen movies? no? too bad. it's based on your brother but seems exagerated (sp?)."
"i must see these movies! show them to me!" he demanded.
"hold yer horses! you'll have to come back to the house because, obvious, there's nothing here to watch movies on," you said, putting Blaze's bridle back on and mounting him. "you coming?"
"yes i am. let me on." Blackheart mounted Blaze in one stride and you were off.
it was nearly dusk when you arrived at your ranch house. Mephistopheles was waiting for you.
"ah Blackheart. i see you found Serena easily enough. i hope he hasn't been too much trouble for you, my dear," he said patronizingly.
"actually Blaze was no trouble at all," you said, knowing full well he was referring to Blackheart.
"he meant me!" Blackheart said menacingly.
"ooh, touchy aren't we? how about you dump the superiority complex and then we'll talk?" you asked sarcastically.
Blackheart, instead of responding, turned on his heel and stormed into the house, fuming.
"is he always like that?" you asked.
"yes, unfortunately. he really despises his brother and anyone who forcibly reminds him of Damien," said Mephistopheles.
"he thinks you're playing favorites. he thinks you like Damien more than you like him. he told me so himself," you said.
"oh, so that's what that was about," he said.
"yep. i never thought that i would actually have something in common with a demon. especially the son of the devil," you said as you led Blaze to the stables.
once inside you walked him to his stall and removed the riding gear.
"here you go boy. fresh hay, clean water and your blanket," you said to blaze as you finished putting in fresh hay.
Blaze just nickered in response.
"you actually talk to the beast?" came a voice from behind you.
you turned to see Blackheart standing at the entrance to the stall.
"yes, of course i do. Blaze is the only one who really seems to get me," you said, turning back to Blaze. "he's like my best friend, confidante and protector all in one."
"you ready to watch those films about my brother now?" he asked impatiently.
"hold on now. i'm almost done here. besides the popcorn still needs popping." you looked up at him at that second and you could have sworn you saw something flicker in his eyes. but what it was, you didn't know. it was gone in a heartbeat.
"by the way there is a horse that's caught on your railing. just thought you oughta know." with that he turned and left.
"strange horse?" you left the stall and headed for the house.
sure enough there was a strange horse caught on the railing and it was trying to keep Blackheart from entering the house.
"wow! she's a real flicka," you said in awe as you approached Blackheart.
"what?"
"you know, a free, untamed spirit. and look at that. all white. easy, girl. easy. i won't hurt you." you approached the horse carefully, as not to scare it any more than it was already.
"good girl. what's this?" you asked, noticing a large black heart-shaped mark on her chest.
"looks like a heart," said Blackheart from behind you.
"don't sneak up on me like that! are you trying to kill me?" you asked, angrily.
"sorry," he said. "what's her name going to be?"
"um ... i think i'll call her ... " before you could finish, she reared up and nearly put her front hooves into Blackheart's head.
"okay, i know what i'm calling her now!" you said as you approached her again. "it's okay Blackheart. it's okay girl. mean old Blackheart won't hurt you. will you?" you asked him.
"your calling her after me?" he asked, surprised.
"i don't see why not. i mean not only does she have your temper but she also has a black heart mark on her chest. seems fitting really," you said.
you untied Blackheart and led her to the stable.
"okay girl. let's get you a nice, warm stall and some food and water. in the morning we'll see what's to be done with you."
Blackheart just nickered in response. you smiled at her as you led her to a stall and proceeded to get her some food and water.
"there you go. and a warm blanket to boot. good night Blackheart," you said as you left the stall.
all the other horses were asleep and you were careful not to wake them when you left. as you entered the house, you could smell popcorn. you followed your nose and saw Blackheart (the demon) staring at the microwave as the popcorn popped.
"hey. you made popcorn," you said as you approached.
"yes. it was actually quite easy," he said smirking. it was like he was challenging you.
"of course it's easy. you just pop it in, press some buttons, and there you go," you said as if it was common knowledge.
all you got as a response was a small humph from Blackheart. you just sighed and headed to the living room and turned on the DVD player and popped in the movie. Blackheart came in with two bowls of popcorn just as the movie started.
"what? no seasoning?" you asked.
"no," replied Blackheart.
"i need ketchup seasoning!" you cried. he huffed and went to the fridge to get your ketchup seasoning.
"you know what it looks like right?" you called. "yes i do," he called back angrilly.
"fine. no need to bite my head of," you said as he sat back down and handed you what you needed.
all night you and Blackheart were up watching The Omen Saga.
"wow," said Blackheart. "all those movies are about my brother?"
"no. The Omen IV is about his children," you said. "you see Delia and the baby are actually twins and through some manner or another, the boy was being carried by Deliah until he was removed and transplanted into the mother. and it's not till the end that she learns about Damien Thorn, or your brother, and asks questions. then, she dies because Deliah and the baby, which bears the 666 mark on his hand, force her to shoot herself when she goes to kill her children who are in fact the offspring of Damien," you explained. "don't feel bad. you're in a movie too. it's called ghost rider. Wes Bentley plays you and Nicolas Cage plays the Ghost Rider and Peter Fond plays your dad," you said.
"really?"
"yeah. maybe we'll watch it after the omen is over," you said turning your attention back to the movie.
you were enjoying the movie when a chill entered the room. it wasn't the chill Blackheart left because you didn't notice his chill anymore. you both turned your heads towards the doorway and saw ...
