AN: Here it comes, and it introduces a new character. Hope you like, and that you review, something that would make my day
Going down to the Underworld was very stupid, I knew that.
But in my defense, I hadn't had any creepy dreams, or scary visions about Hades's evil dad, so
I had to go down and check. And in my defense, yet again, the Source of All Evil who usually lived down in the Underworld, but was currently taking up residence in my head, wanted to see his home again. And since his nagging had already cost: a car, three books, a house and my best jacket (which I did get back with a spell, though it hasn't been the same), I decided that I should probably go down there. Just because you do something that you're not supposed to, doesn't mean that it will all go to hell.
With me, I was carrying the book, who had a very useful map drawn all over (even on the text, which made me wonder if I was ever going to be able to decipher it), if I only could read it. I concentrated on it, and then walked into a wall. Whatever. I gave up.
Better flame that book out of here...
"Bedroom," I said loud and clearly, and the book flamed itself from my hands.
I heaved myself upon my elbows, and managed to stand up with the help of the wall. I don't have the best balance, not after having hit my hand when I landed on my ass, which seems to be a habit of mine.
Instead of following the map, I now wandered around aimlessly, with the Source playing commentator.
That was where Anthony bashed some whitelighters head in, he kept it up for a couple of months... Even made money on it, until Wanton ripped his head off, he was a brute demon, and the money burned up, you can't accuse a brute demon of thinking...
Well, if you know that much, maybe you could tell me who she is?
She had tanned skin, short skirt and long-sleeved, with flip-flops. She didn't fit in, even less than I did, and had probably been following me around.
There was a quiet a while, then No... But she reminds me of someone...
You're the Source of All Evil, if you've been doing your job, you should recognize everyone.
To add to the fact that the girl had probably been following me around, there was a cave in front of me, that I hadn't seen since I had been too busy listening to the Source. And of course, while I was standing there, they started moving around.
I turned around and then hid behind a nicely placed rock... which she also did.
"What the hell are you doing down here?"
"I could ask you the same thing!"
"Oh really?"
"Who's there?" one of the demons called. The girl and I turned to each other at the same time, and said "Shhh."
Quietly we tripped backwards, when I hit the wall, and then she. We shouldn't have done that.
"There's someone there!" the demon called.
I grabbed her arm, and shimmered out, and into my room.
"Let me go!"
"Shut the fuck up, my fuckin' grandma is down there, and I'm not allowed to have people in my room unless I introduce them to her first," I hissed.
"And you follow that rule?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Of course not, but if you could keep it down?"
"Fine," she huffed.
I closed the door with the help of my telekinesis, and threw myself on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Sooooo. What's your name?"
"Ben, you?" I asked.
"Beatrice," she replied without hesitation.
"Are you lying?" I asked, because I was having this weird feeling...
"No," she said a bit too fast. I turned my head towards her.
"Bianca."
"What the hell were you doing down there?"
"No, what the hell were you doing down there with a weird book, that then flamed away?"
"What, never seen that before?" I snapped.
"Don't be such a jerk."
"Ben?" grandma called from downstairs. I jumped up from the bed, and waded to the door, then opened it. Bianca hid herself behind the door.
"Yes!" I called.
"Is there someone up there?"
"No, just watching a video on YouTube!" I called back, then closed the door again. Then I waded over to my stereo and turned it on.
When the music started blaring, Bianca was sitting on the bed and scrunching her nose.
"What, you don't like it? At least look at it form the bright side, she can no longer hear us," I told her.
"That... comes out wrong."
I thought back to what I had said, and realized that she was right.
"Whatever," I said, and also sat down on the bed, as my desk chair wasn't really in a condition that made you want to sit on it. "Anyway, could you answer why you were down there?"
"No, can you answer that?"
"Course I fuckin' can. Curious."
"Yeah, me too. Where are we? I mean, we're at your place, but where is it? It doesn't look like California to me."
"Wait, you live somewhere warm and no rain? I'm not entirely sure that that's fair. Anyway, you're in the great, and rainy, city of Seattle, Washington."
"That's a long way from home."
"No it isn't. From Arctic to Antarctica is a long way."
"Could you show me around?" Bianca asked, and I did.
Personally, I didn't think that there was much to see in Seattle, but Bianca had a differing opinion, in the beginning, before I had shown her the place where I buy CD's, the candy store, the T-shirt store...Though she had a really nice ass, even when she was bored.
Bianca was walking behind me, when she suddenly grabbed my arm, twisted it, and forced me to my knees.
"So, what, you're a half demon, whom go down to the Underworld for kicks, without knowing how to defend yourself?" Bianca asked.
I grunted in response.
A man with long hair was telekinetically holding another guy in a choke hold, when a girl, who looked a bit like Bianca, put her hand through the blonde guy's chest, so that he dropped the other guy.
The older Bianca flew across the room and landed on a table's leg, and it pierced her stomach.
When the vision let me go, I was laying on the ground, on my back.
"You okay?" Bianca asked, worried.
"Don't you dare do that again," I told her.
"Because you passed out?" she asked, with a smile on her face.
"No, it's because I said so!"
"Okay, okay."
A blinding pain seared through my head, then I t was gone as quickly as it had come.
"Have you had fun today, Benjy?" dad asked.
"Yeah, I did. Met a girl," I told him.
"Did you-"
"Stop being such a douche," grandma said.