Samantha very well knew the lifestyle one of her closest friends had but she didn't mind. They were supposed to be meeting at a popular spot on the beach in their city. Samantha planned the event and was happy to see everyone she invited could make it. Was that even rare? She looked around, off the the shoreline, then beyond to take in the cool breeze off the ocean that rushed in when the waves came through. The decision to come here was a perfect one. Samantha sighed and looked around her shoulder to see her closest friend there, already sitting at the yellow bar, in high conversation with the bar worker. "Hm."
Samantha licked her lips. She was especially excited that her friend came here all the way from Paris and to include to that equation, this was her friend's second day in the city, and it was all hers to spend time with her. Although their reservation was at diner in a nice restaurant, Samantha scheduled a surprise at the very beach Beba said she would be. "Ah, interesting. I am right here on time, as appointed me, for me." Samantha stopped talking to herself out loud. Someone might have thought her a loony. Once she turned back in search for Beba, she was missing from the seat on the bar. There were too many heads in a small twenty people to really see anything, so she did what any regulat person with a brain in their head, on their shoulders, would. Samantha walked over to the bar with a slight smile drawn over her lips.
"Hey, do you know where a special blonde went? She is about yay high and sorta smiley, a lot." She chuckled some herself, hearing herself say those words. The bar-man seemed not to have gathered much of what she said or agreed with her. She could tell exactly what he was thinking by the expression he fed next. "Oh, yeah, Beba London. She didn't seem that chipper. She went that way, directly in the middle of that crowd. Too bad I can't see her dance moves." He was all-grin, from cheek to cheek. Samantha laughed back softly as she lifted her hand to thank him. "Thank you. I'll be on my way." She began to pierce her eyes. "Let me get whatever she ordered. After he mixed the drink and handed it to her, Samantha sniffed it. "I guess the crowd's attention changed her mood. This isn't so strong." She left a twenty and five for the ten dollar drink just before she walked through to the front of everyone in the circle, so she can get the best view. It appeared great seeing Beba this way, but it was not a happy feeling to know she was a liar. Beba was deceiving her all these years. They were not just best friends, they were sisters. She knew for this, she couldn't even call Beba a best friend.
That was weeks ago. Right now, she was relaxing her mind from the past of fear. A few days in custody of a demon really did affect her mood, so increasingly so, she was afraid she would be a burden on a lot of innocent people. For the nights when a young girl and her mother would want to go to the lake, or mornings when an ailing old man wanted to visit or feeding the birds, at the lake. The lake used to be a serious location of peace for her, but that was long gone.
Fuck.
Before she was signed to the demon, it seemed everything was crushing around her. Her sweet infant's life would be at stake to have to die and it was for her to figure out some things to get her child better treatment. Things she had nothing of knowing what to do. She finally started to lose hope and focus on what was important. To spend as much time with her baby was the most treasured thing she should have had in mind. That was different now - worse. Sure things were better along here, though she started to lose her way again. To believe that she was strapped to some seriously plaguing lifestyle and left to have nothing to guard her safely along a path and be freer than ever, was what happened. She was not free, but a dog meant to abide by a owner's (demon's) expectations whenever the strike hit her and made her adhere to the call of the wild; the disastrous guarding of the lake.
She hadn't seen another way to free herself than to believe even for second that she would escape this. For belief held great power if this magic stuff were real. But the worse of all, she shapeshifted into cruel figures to harm those who crossed the lake. So was she created in God's image, just to fall into a dark case of what God did not see coming? A woman who had lost her life to a demonic source and was to do more wrong than she ever wanted, was her fate? Samantha rushed a young girl walking by herself in the clearest day, thank whoever, no one was around to see all the blood that covered her. "Stay away from the lake. " I am assigned everyday to kill those who come for the lake that leads into some scary place, and I have no control." Her voice was sharp but she made it trusting, her eyes showing some potent realism to the words her lips left to response.
Rosa glanced at Samantha half confused. Jumping to ideas was the last option she wanted to try for. Instead, she showed a little concern. "Would you like to have a seat?" She knew this was too crazy in itself to act calm around a blood covered woman, only she wanted to be as calm as possible to someone she wasn't close to. She couldn't predict the reaction from the woman. Even if they knew the other, the result was unpredictable. Rosa had been the one to expose Beba's real last name. She was a version of Pretty Little Liars, A, who knew everything about everyone and no one could figure out how. Although Samantha didn't know Rosa and Rosa hadn't known Samantha, this was a chance meeting and soon the truth would unravel. Rosa had been connected with a Seer to see into the future. The goal she had was to take Beba down as she had been the cause of an accident her father had in his vehicle, resulting in severe back injury. One afternoon, as she and her father were on the road, non attentive, the driver of a work truck slammed into their back on a red light and a pole sped through the back windshield, almost injecting the back of her father if it had not been for the magic in her hand to stop it. She learned the driver visited her store and eventually, the two worked together. Beba quit after the accident which made Rosa more than pissed that she left the scene immediately after the car accident and then avoided her.
Sarah was extremely friendly, but under this circumstance, it was a completely different scenario. It seemed that at least one thing had to go wrong in life. One couldn't live the most profound lifestyle. Either they lived happily and an ailment occurred or they lived well and a demon wanted to control there well-being. Sarah laughed as Rosa had asked her the question of sitting. She was covered in blood and there was no panic, just a question and that question was of sitting. Everyone else that passed or that she ran down screamed and ran away from her, slapped her and ran or tried to mace her and run. Good thing with the mace was her eyes were closed but it still burned for awhile. Yes, she actually ran people down with blood all over herself just to warn as many people as she could about her duty to the lake.
After a head shake quickly to one side then the other, Sarah sighed heavily. For a little while, she felt nauseous and faint, like she would collapse any second. This was all too much for her to register. A sigh and then she nodded. "Even if it sounds super crazy, yes, I would like to have a seat." She found a spot near the lake and swallowed. Hesitant, she had a seat on the marble bench. "Wow, this bench brings back memories. Nothing strange, just the marble, how my friend was fined for trying to paint over it." Sarah laughed a little and closed her eyes for four seconds before she opened them both again. "Okay, I probably sound like a lunatic. I just killed a duck. It was trying to cross into the lake and I pulled it apart. I'm a criminal. Not to mention, I have no control. I don't know if you believe in demons, but I never had until through mind compulsion, I was instructed to kill everyone who tries to enter the lake. I probably shouldn't tell you this. There is a path that leads to Hell and I'm controlled by darkness to protect it."
The words were spoken a little too fast though not in a jumble so she hoped the girl caught onto them, or she would have to repeat every last word that held value and she hoped nothing would hinder her from confessing again, like the demon's arrival. She sighed a some, licked her bottom lip and closed her eyes. The worse part was that through these killings, she remembered every last act until the living things demise. She went home unless her husband was to be there, which she then sat on the bench and cried herself to sleep, sometimes waking on the bench alone. Someone who was looking for trouble could have harmed her by then, and sometimes she wished that someone would for the gruesome motives the demon lead her to methodically complete. It was like a schedule: protect the lake at sunset, kill victim one at midnight, clean up at sunrise. Thinking about the past and that most of the victims were animals, she poured into tears. She remembered when she did raise up her own animals, from horses to pigs on her parents farm, this made her vulnerable to many emotions.
One emotions was a failure. Feeling like she failed the honorable code of a good citizen we humans live by, ripped her thread by thread. Another emotion was pain, deep down in her gut and pounding at her head, she was in a deep amount of ache. She felt like someone after fourteen punches to the stomach, but maybe that was her mind playing unkind tricks on her. The next emotion was regret. To say one has a life of no regrets is generally false. She has regretted before, just this time nailed her into focusing on the regret harder than the first. She regretted the ability she had to harm mammals and the harm done onto them, and that a being had control over her.
Rosa squeezed her eyes into a squint. Some part of her wanted to, but she couldn't believe it because her mind was fighting her to. After the accident with her father, she made her goal out to never use magic again or believe in it, which affected her deeply because she started to believe her magic was not actual and that her father was just lucky on the day of the accident. She never saved him, she believed thus far.