Brittany had opted to
stay in her room that night. She was
still a little woozy from her dip in the lake, and she also didn’t feel like
explaining how the bites on her leg had started healing so quickly.
She had faked a limp
while she was still around the others, playing up the pain she was supposed to
be feeling. In reality, because of her
demon biology, she had started healing almost the second Clare had wrapped her
leg.
Brittany was sprawled out
on her bed, doing her best to push the image of that… thing in the water, from
her mind. She could still see it, it’s
stringy, black hair, it’s white shirt and red little skirt floating in the
water. She could still recall the way it
looked at her with those glassy, lifeless eyes.
She shivered. She had dealt with evil gnomes before. Her first real job after the whole Sumthak
incident had been dealing with demonic garden gnomes. Those little guys had been annoying, not
creepy. They definitely hadn’t scared
her. That thing in the water, though,
terrified her. It wasn’t so much how it
looked, but instead, the power she had sensed inside of it.
She was pulled from her
thoughts by the sound of a knock on her door.
“Who is it?” She called out as loudly as she could.
“It’s Rico, the camera
guy.” The door muffled his voice. “I just wanted to see if you were alright.”
Brittany got up, making
sure to practice her limp before opening the door. When she opened the door she was greeted by
Rico’s smile.
Rico was a good-looking
guy. He wasn’t the same type of handsome
that Max was. Max was a picture of male
perfection. His hair, skin, body, his
everything was made to please the eye.
There was something fake about it, though. It was all a mask, a barrier to make it
easier for people to like him.
Rico, on the other hand,
was short and stocky. He had rich, olive
skin, and body that looked like it was use to hard work. His hands were a little to big for his size,
and his hair was a little stringy and dried out from to much time in the
sun. Still, he had honesty to his
looks. He was attractive in a real
natural way.
“How’s the leg?” He smiled, revealing uneven teeth that seemed
to only make him cuter.
“It’s been better.” Brittany gave him a once over. She was looking for a distraction, and maybe
Rico was it. “Do you want to come
in? I really haven’t been able to fall
asleep, and…”
She had to remind herself
not to come out and just ask for sex.
Apparently that was frowned upon in most human cultures. She didn’t really understand the need for
games. She wanted it, and from the way
he was looking at her, he at least had thought about it. Still, they needed to go through the motions
before getting to it.
“You could use a little
distraction?” His cheeks seemed to redden.
“I don’t know, I…”
“Are you married?” She hadn’t seen a ring on his finger, but she
couldn’t be sure.
“No.” He laughed.
“Gay?”
“Nope.” He laughed again. His response told her that at least he was
confident in his sexuality.
“Then come on in.” She gently pulled him into the room.
She was being forward,
but Rico didn’t seem to mind. Maybe he
was one of those guys who said he didn’t like games and meant it.
“I’m just not use to
women acting this way towards me.” He
was closer to her now, and his breath smelled sweet. “Usually they head straight for Max.”
She closed the door. “Well, Max strikes me as someone who is more
focused on his needs. You, on the other
hand, seem like you would probably be a little more considerate in that
department.” Brittany smiled.
She was getting
impatient. She had played this mating
dance long enough, and so, without another word, she pressed Rico against the
door, kissing him. “You saved me earlier
today. Let me repay the favor.”
He didn’t argue.
***
The little house on the
lake was hidden by the trees’ shadows.
None of the workers seemed to even notice it. They didn’t notice when the front door
opened, or when Ujin made his trip towards his fishing spot. They didn’t notice as he sat down, and
watched them.
He watched them as they
placed lights, and small cameras around the outside of the temple. He watched them, and he let them do what they
were doing. Normally he would have taken
care of them by now, but he knew that if he interfered now he would risk not
getting her back.
He needed her. She was the one that they had all been
waiting for.
So, Ujin sat there, his
little fishing pole in his left hand, and he watched them, and he waited.
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