To be honest, I didn’t dislike the demon but he was far too cocky without someone controlling him. Rivers of blood wasn’t really my aesthetic and I could never trust he wouldn’t kill me or those I cared about when given the freedom to do whatever he wanted.
“Okay,” I blurted, interrupting Frankie as he talked about ripping flesh from bones across the golden state. He was reallyattached to this idea. I pushed myself up from the floor and looked at the demonic robot.
“Okay?” He asked, the lids of his eyes sinking lower.
“Okay I’ll be your sex pet,” I said, my face burning as I glared at the wall, pissed I had to say this.
“Really?” He sounded unconvinced. “Why?” I swallowed my pride.
“Because then you won’t kill me,” I hissed. He kept staring down at me in anticipation of more. I groaned loudly and threw my hands up. “Because I’m into you, okay? You’re a lying, mass-murdering demon and I kinda think it’s bitchin’. I’m not totally normal, you know? I just beheaded my boss because of one thinly veiled lie an animatronic gave me.”
The sad part was, I was telling the truth. Man, I was fucked up.
“Aren’t you just the cutest, Ramona.” Frankie sounded absolutely enamored and I tried not to swell with his compliment but my heart felt light and fluttery. I knew I was already addicted to whatever he had given me before, the moment with zero ego and pure sloppy pleasure.
“I’m not fucking cute,” I said, shifting closer to Ray who glared at me, not trusting me one bit. He shouldn’t. Bastard tried to get me killed, he deserved what was coming.
“Let’s see how cool you remain when I test out just how many volts you can handle,” Frankie rasped. My eyes bugged and I pressed my thighs together. I was hot over a possessed animatronic threatening to electrocute me. That was honestly a more surprising revelation learned at work, than realizing I’m capable of wielding a chainsaw against my boss.
I cleared my throat and focused.
“Tell me about your apocalypse plan again. I missed some of the big parts.” I shuffled closer to Ray. He was in no shape to flee, thank god. Frankie had essentially already killed him, evenif it was a slow death. I was practically doing him a service by ending it quicker. Plus the asshole might actually go to heaven considering he was being used to stop a demonic apocalypse.
“Oh you are going to love this,” Frankie hissed in glee before he began to rant and rave again. He paced across geometric neon shapes on the carpet as he talked. There was a far-off look in his eyes and a smile stretched over his face, no doubt visualizing mayhem. Frankie had clearly been waiting a long time to talk about this with someone. The fact I asked him for more info seemed to spur him into a greater hyper-focused deluge of details.
Perfect, it was now or never. I launched at Ray, grabbing a plastic spork from the table as I descended on him.
“You bitch,” he hissed, grabbing my arm and ripping the spork from me. “I’ll do it myself,” he spat. He wasn’t even going to allow me the joy of ending him—annoying until the end. Ray dug the plastic utensil into his belly. A final gush of blood left his body and he sagged to the side, limp.
That’s when I whipped back around to Frankie and started to speak Latin. He twisted around with red glowing eyes and a furious look on his face.
“Ramona!” He yelled. He stood there looking furious with me as I spoke the spell. “Why do I have to like someone so difficult,” he grumbled as I said the final line. Nothing happened and Frankie massaged his temples.
“You pronounced something wrong,” he sighed before saying the word correctly for me.
“Uh, thanks,” I said awkwardly before launching back into Latin. Frankie shook his head. I felt something snap inside me, a tight elastic band that was anchored to my heart and reached out, attaching to Frankie.
We stood there a moment in silence, staring at one another, and letting what just happened to sink in.
“Guess this means we are sort of forever now, huh?” I asked. Frankie gave a deep sigh. I expected him to be angrier—to have attempted to kill me actually. However, he just stood there like we were having a couples fight and he was being the bigger person about it. As the adrenaline settled and I realized nothing else was going to happen, I smiled.
“I’ve got a good feeling about us,” I said, standing taller and putting my hands on my hips.
“I was this close to killing thousands of people,” Frankie said, holding up his hand to show a tiny pinched space between his fingers.
“Yeah,” I laughed. “That was a close one.”
“Very close,” he said, his eyes dragging down my body.
“I need some OJ before we do that again. Maybe something from the food court.” Frankie huffed in disappointment but looked resigned to my words.
“Hey, so do I have powers now?” I asked.
“Not unless you perform satanic rituals,” he commented. I frowned.
“Well, do I at least become immortal?”
“Again, satanic rituals.”
