Wow, life has been quite the roller coaster on my end. the AP test was supposed to finish by 4th period...it didnt finish till the beginning of 6th. i had a chem test on thursday which i bombed. i had a test on friday in algebra, and i forgot to say that on tuesday...i was banned from the computer back at homeso i can't update at home anymore...unless i go on when im not supposed to...so, idk how im gonna continue to update when i have gotten everything i have on this comp up here...ill find a way...this week'll b hell cause i ahve guard on wed., my friends b-day on thursday,my choir concert on friday, and the prom on sat...which is gonna rock! So...thats basically the reason why this is so late in being updated...actually, this chapter is my favorite chapter, lol!

Disclaimer: i own the Hells Bells Bar...its my own creation. i own the characters from heaven and hell as well the places of heaven and hell...in the story, lol!

Chapter, the sixteenth

Three weeks later

The Goddess of Death walked through the town square. Her black cloak hiding her face from view of the humans around her. Her black hair was pulled back and her slightly red eyes were gleaming ever so slightly. She walked into the bazaar and started looking through things. A man came up behind her and asked her if she wanted anything in French. She replied, "No, I wouldn't like anything. I'm just looking."

The man walked away, leaving her to her thoughts. Not finding anything of worth, she left and walked across the street to the bar. She might be only fifteen, but she wasn't there for the human bar. She walked up to the bartender, who raised his eyes to her sunglass covered ones. She pulled the glasses down slightly from her red tinted eyes and watched as the man flinched. He gulped and nodded to the door at the top of the stairs. She returned the nod and walked up the stairs, taking her black cloak off as she went.

Opening the door, she hung her cloak on the hook just on the inside of the door and walked down the dark hall towards the sliver of light at the end. Loud, raucous music wafted down the hall towards her. The click of her black heels and the swish of her black dress the only sound in the dark. Voices whispered to her in the darkness, jeering at her and asking for a one-night stand that would never come.

When she walked into the room, she was affronted by the sight of four girls, all green with feathers and wings, in hardly a thing, dancing on the stage doing the can-can. The supernatural beings, mostly men, had surrounded the stage, dangling as much as 40 quoits, which was equal to 80 dollars in American currency, in the faces of the four bird ladies who had begun to shake their breasts in the faces of the drunken Beings. The beings themselves ranged from Dwarves and Gremlins to Elves and Harpies, which was what the four bird ladies on stage were. There were also the occasional rogue demon or angel, the ones who were fighting against the system and becoming either a fallen angel or a rising demon. Rising demons were a lot less frequent then fallen angels. There was also the more frequent happenings of a Vampire strolling in, but only past nightfall, or unless they got stuck here, there were windowless crypts in the back.

Alex strode up to the bar and caught the eye of the bartender, a dark-haired elf. He was cleaning a mug of, something, which she chose not to notice or attempt to name. He walked over to her, leaned on the table and displayed a full row of sharp pointy teeth, smiling at her as she leaned on the table and gave him the view of a lifetime.

"What can I get you, pretty lady?" he asked, growling deeply in his chest. She stared at his eyes, watching as they shifted from the green of an elf to the black of a great white shark as it feeds on something. She smiled, and leaned back away from the dark-haired elf. She had no idea that werewolf and elf could combine, but here in front of her was the living proof; A werewolf elf.

"Can I by any chance get a Daemon's Door, on the rocks?" she smiled back at him and continued, "And I'd also like to know how a werewolf and an elf combined blood. I've never seen a werewolf elf before."

If he was expecting anything from her, it wasn't any one of those three comments. He slowly leaned back up, the glass mug in his hands forgotten, made her drink, walked back over to her and leveled his face with hers. "How do you know what I am?"

"How do you not know who I am?" she retorted back at him.

He studied her face. "Only a demon can have a Daemon's Door, and your too dark to be an angel, and only rogue demons and/or angels come here, so you must be rogue…" He trailed off, thinking about what she was. The four Harpies on stage finished their show and got off the stage, a chorus of moans from the drunken beings was the effect. The next act was a lizard woman in a black dress, slit all the way up to her underarms on both sides, and held together by shiny white clasps. Alex averted her attention from the catcalls behind her and smiled at the Bartender.

She felt a presence at her back; a Dwarf. He put his hand on her ass and squeezed. "What's a beautiful girly like yerself doin' in a place like this?" The dwarf smelt like horse manure and molding cheese.(1)

The Bartender came back and looked her in the face yet again. "Your not an angel, but your not a demon. Your in the middle, and your not the Warrior Woman. So that means…" he gasped and dropped the glass. "What are you doing here! We didn't do anything wrong! Please don't burn the place down!" The strip act on stage had paused mid-dress and the audience had turned at the exclamation of the Bartender. The Dwarf with his hand still on Alex's as gasped as she spun around and grabbed his throat, cutting of all possible air-flow. He gurgled after a minute of restless movement and finally stilled. She turned back to the Bartender and grinned, her eyes a dark blood colored red. He backed away from her and whispered in a chilled voice, " The Goddess of Death…You're not a rogue…you're a Goddess on the warpath."

She smiled, put her money on the countertop and walked away. She waved a hand in the air and said "Keep the change and keep my peace, and I won't be dropping' by your house in the middle of the night. Tell your wife and kids I send my regards." And with that said, she walked out the door and into the darkness hall.

Inside the bar was a mixture of surprise, fear, anxiety, and glee. The bartender was just standing there, next to the bar, holding the forgotten glass mug in his hands. Unbeknownst to him, a dark elf strode up to him. He was drunk and walked with a drunken swagger, swaying from side to side. The drunken elf clasped the arm of the dumbfounded elf who yelped and dropped the glass mug. He grinned at the startled bartender.

"Damn, was she Hot or what! If that's what all Goddess' are like, I want one for myself" The drunken elf hiccupped and collapsed on the floor. The Hells Bells Bar was never the same again after that night.

-end 4 now-

(1)-if uve ever drove past a farm...u know what cow or horse manure smells like...i live in cow country...so, i smell that smell often...not fun in the morning on the way to school...

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