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  Demon Girl

  By

  Lisa M. Cronkhite

  Eternal Press

  A division of Damnation Books, LLC.

  P.O. Box 3931

  Santa Rosa, CA 95402-9998

  www.eternalpress.biz

  Demon Girl

  by Lisa M. Cronkhite

  Digital ISBN: 978-1-61572-431-4

  Print ISBN: 978-1-61572-432-1

  Cover art by: Dawné Dominique

  Edited by: Pamela Hopkins

  Copyedited by: Michelle Ganter

  Copyright 2011 Lisa M. Cronkhite

  Printed in the United States of America

  Worldwide Electronic & Digital Rights

  1st North American, Australian and UK Print Rights

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any form, including digital and electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written consent of the Publisher, except for brief quotes for use in reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  To my two little demons,

  Jake and Abigail

  First of all I’d like to thank all of Eternal Press for taking an interest in my work and investing all their time and energy into making my dream come true. Thank you to my absolute best friend and adoring husband, Michael who is a fountain of ideas and inspiration. Thanks to my beautiful mom, Susan for reading each and every story and poem I’ve ever written. And also thanks to my friends on my writing sites. You know who you are. Thanks again. Love you guys!

  Chapter One

  I had a life before this, before I met him.

  I didn’t even know him, and yet already I was in love. We’d only written to each other a few times, but I could hear his voice inside my head. We hadn’t met in person, but I was attracted to him as if it was love at first sight. He made me feel good the moment we started talking together on the net. I knew he was the one.

  It was a cool September morning as the sun filtered through the blinds. After I awoke to the light, I walked over to the balcony, opening the door a crack to let in a slight breeze. The day brightened into a pale blue as ribbon-like clouds streamed the sky.

  Changing from the night before, I noticed my nails were still painted blue and my skin dark. As I waited for my body to adjust, I turned around and headed over to the computer to check if he’d messaged me yet.

  I remembered the day we met online. I was feeling down, locked in this hell of mine. He peeked through me like an open door when he sent his first note. I’ve seen you here before, he’d written in his e-mail. I was intrigued from that moment.

  So many times, I’d felt invisible, like no one even noticed I was there, but he saw me on the poetry site that day and remembered me from before. He took a liking to my inner me.

  As the computer lit up, I stared into the screen’s light, reminiscing about my first reply.

  What’s it to you? I had written in response, hoping to protect him in some way—to protect him from me. I hadn’t a clue what I was getting into, but it felt like someone had just awoken me from the dead life I was living.

  Well, I’ve read your poetry, it’s wonderful, he had responded.

  Oh, is that it?

  Yes, it moves me in ways you wouldn’t believe.

  I was taken aback by his response. I didn’t know what to say. All these months writing poetry online, I finally had attracted someone to it—all of it. It’s what I’d been waiting for. Delmara said it would happen one day, but I wasn’t sure how it would happen—or when.

  The last poem I posted was Come Back to Me:

  Love, a vast traveling sea, calm me—

  this ravished heart of mine has failed.

  I beg you; guide my rafting thought

  afloat. Capture my winds of breath;

  cradle them as I set sail in search

  of you. Come back to me, join me

  in paradise, where we once met

  in dreams. Carry me away to the silk

  sand, be inside me once more. For this

  emptiness, this loss of you, has drowned me.

  It moves me like you wouldn’t believe; I reminded myself of the words he had written.

  I was flattered he enjoyed my work in such a way. It was like the poem I’d written; he cradled my thoughts and carried me away on his words alone.

  For the past year, I’d been writing poetry for cathartic reasons. My doctor said it would be a good coping skill for my disorder, but I had other reasons too. As the months passed, I began to post my work on PoetMania.com. I never thought it would reach out to another person in such a way.

  Once I got to my inbox, I began to sift through his old messages:

  Let me properly introduce myself. My name is Jesse Carson. I’m also a writer. I find it relaxing. I just registered Monday and saw your username “DemonGirl” a few times and read all you posted. I was very impressed.

  That message was dated two months ago.

  From that point on, we became friends. We messaged each other back and forth like two old pals. I never told him about the darker side of me. I didn’t want to scare him away. I had to keep that hidden.

  As I began to read some of his first few notes, I remembered the feeling they’d given me. I’d felt warm inside, as if someone had sparked fire within my soul. My senses had expanded with incredible energy, and my eyes could see immeasurable distances. I had taken flight that night, soaring through the black skies, and knew he was the one. No one else made me feel that way before. I had never experienced love like this; I was in a dream.

  As I lingered on his old messages, I opened an attachment of his picture—the one where he stood on the edge of a mountain. He looked like he could fly—like he could do anything. Jesse was special, and he was the adventurous type. Every little detail I found out about him made him even more appealing.

  We exchanged pictures. Jesse was a slim man in his twenties, with jet-black hair and ice-blue eyes. His face had chiseled cheekbones, like a magazine model. He stood about six feet three and smiled in all his pictures. He was happy to know me. What he didn’t know was that I sent him pictures of the person I used to be—a beautiful woman with long, flowing blonde hair and green eyes, the woman that used to be a size two, the woman that once had beautiful, smooth skin.

  I looked down at my skin now and reminded myself that it would happen again. As the sky grew lighter, my body transformed back into its natural shape. My nails were now clear and glossy as I sat there at the computer.

  He would be horrified at the way I looked in the dark, when I became something different, something not human. He would never believe what I had become after the incident occurred.

  As I sat there and stared, a new message popped in my inbox:

  Charlene, I haven’t heard from you in a while, is everything okay? Jesse wrote.

  He went on to say he wanted to finally see me. In the past months, Jesse showed his love toward me, as I did for him, but he was in love with the inner me. I was deathly afraid if we were to meet, would everything change right then and there? That would ruin everything. God had cursed me to hell one year ago when I killed myself that day—the day I lost it all. In the hospital, I was reborn into another life, yet I carried the burden of being a fallen angel of darkness. To redeem myself I had to make a choice—live on this hellish earth, a monster for all eternity and condemned to saving lives from making the same decision I made, or have my precious son and my beloved mother in my past life killed.
I had to stop the cycle from happening. There was only one way out of it.

  Looking back on it now, it was the worst decision I could have made, yet I couldn’t get over the rape. There seemed to be no end to my darkness. When I finally did make the decision to end my life, everything changed for me from that point. I didn’t remember much, but I knew something was different. I wasn’t the same.

  I was reborn into this purgatory of mine and had to protect my son and my mother. If I were to see them now, they would surely die. I had to break this curse upon me. I had to save my Drake at all costs.

  It was a doubled-edged sword; that is what I got for committing the greatest sin. Here was my chance at breaking the spell. Jesse was half-way there. Maybe he could love both sides of me. I had to take that chance, so I made a decision—to meet him in person for the first time. First, I felt the urge to tell him the truth:

  Jesse there is something I need to talk to you about.

  However, in all honesty, I couldn’t bear the thought of him knowing. After I sent my message, there was no going back.

  It was now seven a.m. and the sun had risen on a clear, crisp day.

  I had to get ready for work. Although my job as a waitress was hardly exciting, I made good money in tips. I needed something to pay for my one-bedroom apartment. David the landlord was nice enough to cut me a deal.

  As I got dressed, I reminded myself of the dream. Delmara, one of God’s angels, came to me with a message. I was to go on my first mission—to save a girl named Sarah from committing suicide. There was only one problem; Sarah was Jesse’s ex-girlfriend, and still in love with him.

  Chapter Two

  When I stepped out into the hallway and locked my door, I was startled by a voice.

  “Charlene?”

  “Oh, David, it’s just you. You scared me,” I said to him as I turned around.

  “I hate to bother you, Charlene, but I haven’t seen you around lately. Is everything okay?”

  I found it strange David had asked me that. Sometimes he wouldn’t even acknowledge me in the halls or when we passed by each other in the parking lot, and then other times he wouldn’t stop talking.

  He was an older man—in his mid-forties―with short brown hair and gray eyes. He lived alone on the first floor and kept to himself most days. All I knew of him was that he was once married and his wife had passed away several years ago.

  “Umm…yeah, everything’s okay. Just been busy.” I stalled as I spoke. Something was off, but I couldn’t place it. He seemed so eager to talk.

  “Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to grab a cup of coffee or something?” He looked at me softly, smiling with a slight grin. I gave him a surprised look. The offer was out of the blue. Couldn’t he see I was in a hurry?

  “Thanks, but I can’t. I’m late for work,” I replied, stuffing my keys in my purse.

  “Maybe some other time then?”

  “I guess…I gotta run, bye.”

  “Okay then, ‘til next time…”he said.

  I raced along the hallway and jogged down the stairs, exiting through the front of the building.

  Once I got in my car and started driving, I thought of how courteous David always was, but it struck me as odd that sometimes he would acknowledge me and other times he wouldn’t. It’s not like I wasn’t interested in getting to know him better, even though I blew him off a lot. In fact, I liked him very much, but my demon senses rising in the pit of my stomach every time I was near him told me he didn’t believe in God. He wouldn’t be able to break the curse, and if I were to get involved, I would suffer the consequences.

  I pulled up in Lucky’s parking lot a few minutes after eight in the morning. It was the best local job I could find. Once I was reborn into this new life of mine, I had to adjust quickly. After the hospital stay, I applied for disability; it was the only good thing about having a mental illness. Jan my boss understood I could only work a certain number of hours and only in the mornings and afternoons. I couldn’t chance it in the evening. Every night, at different times, my body would change. I discovered something new each time, and my metamorphosis was never the same. I never knew exactly when it was going to happen, or how I would look afterwards.

  “Hey, Charlene, running a little late are we?” Jan asked as I walked in through the back door. She was always lenient about everything, but made it a point that she knew.

  “Sorry, Jan, it won’t happen again.”

  “No problem, Charlene. We’re a little slow today anyway.”

  After I punched in, I went to work on my tables. Jan was right. There were only a few customers waiting to order. The first table I came to was an older couple.

  “Good morning, what can I get for you today?” I asked.

  They looked through their menus for a few moments. Suddenly, a wave of sickness caught me by surprise, and I felt the nauseous feeling rise from the pit of my stomach. Sounds became louder, piercing my eardrums. I could hear the clinking of the pots and pans in the kitchen as if a marching band played in my mind, and my head pounded with excruciating pain.

  Just as the couple were about to order, I asked if I could excuse myself.

  “Sure thing, honey,” the man said.

  I ran to the bathroom, swinging open one of the stall doors. I knelt down and closed my eyes, hoping the feeling would subside, and then the vision came.

  It was Sarah. She was alone. More flashing images fluttered inside my eyelids.

  She was sitting at her desk writing a note:

  Dear Jesse,

  I know you no longer love me, nor do you care. I still can’t believe after all these years, our relationship has ended. I have failed you. I have failed myself, and that is why I am taking it into my own hands to end it—for the both of us. I don’t want to burden you or anyone else for that matter. I am saying good-bye.

  Sarah

  I could see the razor beside the letter. After she wrote the note, she crumpled it up and started again.

  The image disappeared, and something told me I had to act fast to save her. Time was running out, and I panicked. It was only ten in the morning, and there was no way to reach her now. Sarah lived in California, over a thousand miles from Michigan. I had to figure something fast, so I thought of texting Jesse in the hope he would check on her. What would I say? He’d only told me about her a few times, but said it was over between them. He couldn’t know yet what was happening with me, so I decided to make something up.

  I reached into my apron pocket, pulled out my phone and texted him:

  Jesse! Did you hear about that horrible fire on 31st and Main? It was all over the news. Just hope you’re okay.

  Within a few minutes, I received a reply text:

  Oh, God, that is right where my ex-girlfriend lives. Need to check it out. Will write you later. Thank you for letting me know.

  Instantly, I was relieved. Even though I had to lie to Jesse, I had to think of something before it was too late.

  After I walked out of the stall, I glanced in the mirror and noticed my nose was bleeding. I had blue drips of blood on my apron. I took a napkin, dousing it with soap and water, and started to scrub the stain out, and that’s when I heard the bathroom door swing open.

  “Charlene, you’ve been in here twenty minutes. What’s going on with you?” Jan asked, with a look of disappointment.

  “Sorry, just a touch of the flu I guess.”

  “You don’t look so good. Maybe you should take the day off. I can’t have you sick and working around all this food.”

  I looked down at my apron and was relieved to see the stain gone. “Maybe you’re right. Would it be okay if I left for the day?”

  “Yes, and please get some rest while you’re at it.”

  After Jan left the bathroom, I finished cleaning up, splashed some water on my face and headed out the door. I got my things and exited the building through the back, and as I walked over to my car I started to feel the thick white ooze coming from my eyes. I couldn
’t stop crying.

  Why did this happen to me? Why did God play such a cruel joke on me? I had struggled in my previous life, but this was an even deeper hell than before.

  I kept driving, turning the volume on the radio to full blast to drown out my thoughts, and then my cell phone began to vibrate within the pocket of my apron. I pulled over and flipped open my phone to answer the call.

  “Charlene?”

  “Jesse! How are you? Are you okay?”

  “How did you know?”

  Immediately, I began to wonder. At first I was afraid he was going to confront me with the lie, but from his response I was puzzled.

  “What do you mean?”

  “The fire, how could you have known?” he said in a curt voice.

  “I’m not sure I understand. I told you I saw it on the news.” I kept the lie going as I was still confused as to what he was saying.

  “It had only started just moments before I got there.”

  Dear God, I thought. Did I have something to do with this? Was God playing another trick on me? However, it was a lie. I created a lie because I knew Sarah was in danger. I couldn’t just let her kill herself. I couldn’t change into demon form and fly out to save her in the middle of the day. No, that would be impossible as I only changed at night. How else was I supposed to save her?

  “I’m shocked, Jesse. Not sure what to say. Maybe I got the fire mixed up with something else on the news. I guess it was just a coincidence.”

  “Well, coincidence or not, it was a good thing you told me, Char. Sarah could have died,” he said, pausing for a moment. “She’s okay, though she’s in the hospital recovering from smoke inhalation.”

  “Oh, thank goodness.”

  We ended the conversation after Jesse said he would call me later that night.

  I was still in shock. It was a close call it all had happened, but I was amazed it even happened in the first place. Racing thoughts flooded my mind, and I began to feel dizzy again. As I sat there in my car, parked on the side of the road, I decided to get out for some fresh air and that’s when I heard a voice. Someone or something was calling me from deep within the wooded area.