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Bad Decisions Make Great Stories
2: Secrets Best Not Kept
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"YOU DID WHAT?"
I was telling Bonnie and Marceline about my endeavors from the previous night. They were both rather attentive as I told them about encountering Marshall Lee; however Bonnie was a little less receiving than her darker counterpart.
"Whoa whoa whoa okay, back up," Bonnie was saying, holding her forehead and rubbing her temples. "So you mean to tell me that you, what, met some demon—"
"Son of Lucifer," I corrected.
"Whatever," she sighed. "Anyway, you met this guy with red eyes and freaky teeth, surrounded by women, who grabbed your freaking face and 'stopped time,' or some shit, around you to have this weird-ass conversation with you about, fucking hell, our lord and savior Satan or whatever—"
"That's not what we talked about," I interjected.
"And you were just so fascinated by the conversation and his little parlor tricks—"
"I'm pretty sure it was real."
"That you asked him about them, and then he offered to show you more in exchange for sex—"
"Or something else."
"And you said maybe."
"Well, aside from all of your creative inserts, that about sums it up," I said.
Bonnie buried her head in her knees and groaned. "Demons, vampires, trippy time hallucinations, are you sure this guy didn't just spike your drink or something?"
I crossed my arms. "I know better than to fall for that," I defended. "Besides, I didn't have a drink."
"Maybe you don't remember it."
I shot her a look.
Meanwhile, Marceline was sitting beside Bonnie, legs crossed, seemingly lost in thought.
"Marcie, what do you think?" Bonnie asked, exasperated.
Marceline sighed and shook her head. "I think we should tell her, Bonbon," she said.
"What?" Bonnie looked at her with confusion before a look of realization melted her facial features into a fearfulness.
"Tell me what?" I asked.
"We can't just… tell her that!" Bonnie yelled.
"What? Tell me what?"
"Bonnie, it's not like she's some little girl. She can handle it," Marcie said.
Bonnie glanced at me pitifully. "But she's so… fragile."
"If she's enough for some Son of Lucifer to take interest in her, I'd hardly call her fragile."
"What is it!?" I said, my voice rising.
"It's been fine without her knowing all these years! Why do we have to change things?" Bonnie said exasperatedly.
"Bonnie, if we don't tell her, she'll just get deeper into this with no idea of what she's getting herself into! Things have changed. We can't just keep doing the same thing forever," Marcie retorted.
"Just tell me what you guys are talking about!" I shouted.
"We're not human, okay?!" Bonnie yelled.
I leaned back and stared at her.
Bonnie took a few deep breaths and calmed herself. She looked up sadly at Marceline, who winced slightly, but nodded for her to go on. "Marcie and I, we're not human," she said again.
"What?" I said.
Marceline closed her eyes and composed herself. "I'm an angel," she said. "Well, I'm a fallen angel. And Bonnie, here, is a demon."
I felt my jaw drop, and couldn't bring myself to pick it back up. I stared at the two girls like their hair had turned into snakes. It may as well have.
Bonnie looked concerned and started to wave her hand in front of my face, but I didn't move.
"Hey, Fi, are you okay?" she asked, softly shaking my shoulder.
I shook my head slowly.
Bonnie chanced a glare at Marceline. "I told you she wasn't ready," she said.
I blinked slowly and tried to straighten out my expression, which worked, partially. "So you're saying you guys… aren't, like… people."
"Well, I mean, come on. We may be defined as evil spirits but that doesn't make us heartless creatures," Marcie said. "But no, like she said, we're not humans."
I stared at them for a while and processed. "Your… back tattoos are very ironic then," I said.
Marcie couldn't hold back a laugh. "Well, yeah, that's part of the reason we got them," she giggled. "Angels don't have wings, though. That's just some mortal thing you kids made up a couple thousand years ago."
"Uh-huh," I said slowly, nodding. "So, like… how old are you guys, then?"
"Marcie is about five-hundred, give or take, so she's still pretty young. I was 'born' in the dark ages so I'm closer to one-thousand," Bonnie explained.
"Wait so like… okay… I think I'm starting to process all of this and stuff so… I mean, expect a lot of questions to come spewing out of my mouth right now, okay?" I said.
Bonnie and Marcie nodded together.
"Ohkay. Uhm, wow. Okay. Where do I start, oh god," I sighed.
"Well if you're gonna talk about God then you may as well speak to me first," Marcie said.
"Wow, yeah, right, an angel. Okay, so, like, what kind of angel were you? And, wow, did you ever meet God? Why would you come down to Earth if you had all that you had as an angel?"
Bonnie and Marcie exchanged a glance. "Oh, dang, I forgot, there's going to be a lot of extra explaining we need to do," Bonnie said. "How about we just… start at the beginning?
"Okay, so first off, the universe is made up of several different dimensions, all existing right next to one another, but never touching. Whenever someone dies in one dimension, they move on to the next. It's all very complicated, and it kind of gets a whole lot more complicated than that, but I'll give you the simplified version. Above the dimension where earth is, is the dimension of the angels and demons. It's actually more of an in-between dimension than anything else because it exists very closely with earth's dimension, and most humans skip that realm and move on to either Aarseria or Ordolholm—I believe you call that Heaven and Hell?—instead of being reborn as angels and demons. The realm containing Earth has to be the most complicated of the dimensions, with all of the pathways converging toward and away from it."
I nodded, thinking of my next question. "So how do demons and angels come into existence and down to earth, then?" I asked.
"See, the land of demons and angels is much more closely related to earth than the other realms," Bonnie said. "They exist in some of the same space, but cannot feel or see one another. It's actually more like Earth and Dӕmangia—that's where we're from—are twisted together instead of next to each other. Thus, things that happen on Earth affect things that happen in Dӕmangia and vice versa. So the way that a demon is born is when lots of people from your world harbor the same negative emotion. I was essentially born into Dӕmangia from the fear of the unknown, as I was created in the dark ages, and I also live off of that fear." I stared at her bewilderedly. "Telling you about all of this right now is actually like a feast for me," Bonnie added. I frowned, but couldn't hide my slight amusement.
"Then what about angels?"
"Angels are a little different. See, where demons are born from negativity, angels are born from positivity," Marceline, began. "Also, their purpose, or 'job' as you might call it, is affected by what they were born from. And to answer your previous question, no I have not met what you may call 'God'. Only the eldest angels born from the most pure feelings of love and hope get to take that honor. I was an angel born from wisdom, from the age of Enlightenment, however, when I met Bonnie, I had my fall," Marcie recalled, sadness clouding her eyes. "I used to thrive under the exchange of knowledge and enlightenment, but as a punishment for my crime, I feel only emptiness in the presence of wisdom." Bonnie rested her arm around Marcie's shoulders sympathetically and rested her cheek against Marcie's hair. "So, unlike Bonnie, this conversation is rather draining," she added.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I can stop if you need me to," I said, sitting up a little straighter.
"No, no, it's alright. It's all stuff that you need to know. I might just… go stand outside for a little bit, though," she said, standing up and clutching her head before walking out of the room.
"Will she be okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. All she needs is a little downtime and some Toddlers and Tiaras and she'll be fine," Bonnie said. I smiled halfway.
"You never told me how you guys came to Earth," I said.
"Oh, that." Bonnie blushed slightly. "Well, when we met each other in Dӕmangia and started, you know, falling for each other, we were sort of banished from that realm," she explained softly. "That's how most demons and angels end up here, if they're not visiting on business…" Bonnie trailed off, obviously consumed by some memory, though of what I could not tell. "A-anyway! What else do you need to know?"
"Um… tell me about the Sons of Lucifer."
Bonnie's face fell into a pondering grimace, her brows pushing together and hand coming up to scratch the back of her head. "Lucifer is a… complicated man," Bonnie finally began.
"Apparently everything else you've been telling me this evening is pretty complicated, so I'm sure you can explain it."
"Lucifer currently resides in the… Middle Dimension, I guess you could call it. It's the dimension that links all other dimensions together. The people of Dӕmangia gall it Midnaught Illiumin. Anyway, Lucifer sometimes comes down to the other dimensions to wreak havoc, and usually ends up getting more than a few women knocked up in the meantime with his… offspring." Bonnie's frown deepened and she shivered the slightest bit. "The women who survive give birth to his Sons, always sons, and they each have different attributes and abilities depending on the mother and the realm."
"So do you know what that would mean for my… particular situation?"
Bonnie shook her head. "You'd have to ask the guy yourself. Though he sounds very powerful for being a Son born on Earth. I highly doubt his mother was of this realm, though Sons born in this realm do tend to have their abilities amplified to compensate for the usually weaker mothers."
"Interesting…" was all I could say.
"I wouldn't suggest talking to him again, though," Bonnie said. "That man is a one-way ticket to Ordolholm, and there's not a whole lot a human soul can do to move on from there."
Bonnie and I stared at each other, and Bonnie sighed. "You know, I won't be able to save your soul for you. Once you're damned, you're damned. In fact, you probably know too much already," she said.
"May as well finish what I started, then," I concluded.
Bonnie shook her head, almost sadly. "Your curiosity will be the death of you."
"Why try and avoid the inevitable?" I asked, though it was more of a statement. I shrugged.
Marcie came back inside the room, staring at her phone. "Fionna, it's almost two in the morning," she said, sitting and putting her phone away. "I know you don't have any classes on Friday, but I'm still pretty sure you humans need to sleep like the rest of us."
"Oh, damn, I didn't even notice the time," I said, standing and stretching. "Well, um, thanks for the advice and stuff. I'll talk to you guys tomorrow, err, later today!" I waved as I pulled on my shoes and saw myself out the door. My apartment complex was just a few streets away from Marcie and Bonnie's. All three of us lived off-campus, but still close enough that we could walk to our classes. I was a junior and both Marcie and Bonnie were seniors, though, when I thought about it, I had no idea how long they'd actually been going to college, being immortal and all.
I made my way down the four flights of stairs to the street below and started down the block toward my apartment. I'd had to do this several times before, and the city was generally safe with low crime rates, so I wasn't particularly worried.
Of course, I'd also never had the greatest luck when it came to decision-making.
As I rounded the first corner, I noticed a man standing on the opposite side of the street, ruddy complexion, wearing jeans and a light coat and smoking. He watched me go by and I averted his gaze, picking up my pace the slightest bit. I didn't look behind me as I walked but by the second turn I could tell he was following me. His footsteps were muffled and matched to mine, but I knew; I could smell the lingering stench of his cigarette wafting toward me, hear his heavy breaths. I walked faster, trying to think of the first nearby public place I could tuck into, but it was two in the morning and nothing near my apartment would be open. I started running and I heard the man's footsteps pick up behind me. Suddenly, hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a side ally. I tried to scream but my mouth was muffled by a pale hand. I turned back to meet a pair of glowing red eyes. My eyes widened in recognition as the tall man let go of me and held a finger to his lips as he walked back out to the street.
It was quiet for a moment, until I heard something let out a hiss. The most horrifying scream made me flinch; I scrunched my eyes closed and held my arms. A voice gurgled and cracked before stopping suddenly, and I peered around the corner of the alleyway. Marshall was nowhere to be seen, but the man that was following me lay in the middle of the street with a wooden spike sticking out of his chest. His eyes hung wide open, and blood oozed from his nose and mouth. His skin was a sickening, dirty violet, and inside his mouth was a pair of gnarly yellow fangs. I gasped and held my mouth as a fire began to spread from the stake in the man's heart, consuming him in a flash of heat and smoke. He was gone in a matter of seconds. The road was free of any blood or scorch marks. It was as though he never existed.
"Vampire," Marshall said from behind me, and I jumped at his arm around my shoulders.
I whirled around to face him. He wore the same suit from earlier that night, perfectly pressed and spotless. He stared at me lazily, like he was ready to pass out from boredom any second, and slid his free hand into his pocket as we stared at each other.
"What was he doing here?" I asked.
"I should be asking you the same question." He kept the same smoothness in his voice as always, but I couldn't help but sense… anger. "It doesn't matter. Young humans such as yourself shouldn't be out this late." He let on the beginning of a smirk. "There are monsters that like to hunt at night."
"How did you find me?" I asked.
"Just passing through," he said, pulling his hand back out and picking at his black fingernails. "Anyway, you should probably get going, before any other creature catches your scent." He blinked slowly at me before taking his arm away and heading back toward the shadows. "Oh," he stopped and cast his gaze over his shoulder, "and don't forget our deal."
He left me with his wicked smile etched into my mind. I shook my head to clear it and started running back to my apartment as fast as I could.
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Okay so this story could take one of two paths from here. One way is the basic slice of life + vampires sort of storyline and the other one is the let's go on some weird-ass adventure because shit is about to go down and we kinda need to stop the universe from falling apart. I'm personally leaning more toward that second one, but I wanna go with what you guys want, so please leave a review with what you want for the story!
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