Touchey Feely

• • Why do human beings, need to touch?
    Is it in case they forget the other person, or is it just because there planning to eat the other and are sizing them up, for the Sunday roast?
    Or is it more “Monkey see, Monkey do” kinda thing? Our ancestors were touchy feely (obviously or we wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t typing this) so we feel compelled to follow, because let’s be honest, there’s nothing worthwhile on the TV anymore and anything better than being bored to death. But why do people feel the need, to hug, kiss, have sex, and pat each other on the back? EST.
    Or was the Greek myth right? Were we all once two people squished together , because a big God like dude , got a bit scared and instead of hiding under the table and going for the theory “I can’t see you, you can’t see me”, decided to split us in two? Is that why people feel the need to, touch? Because we all secretly want to be, squished back together? I’m not trying to be funny, but seriously, if someone said to me “Do I want two heads, instead of one” I’d shoot them, on the spot!
    But hey, that’s just me, maybe other people would love to be sewed together, and share the same clothes and the same space all the time, but what if one of you want some curry and its your favourite thing in the whole world and your ‘other half’ can’t have curry because there allergic to some of the contents, you can’t run away and hide under the covers like scared two year old, because “Hello , your literally stuck with them!”

Crowleys Bet : Part of chapter two

Rushing into my flat, I grabbed the phone and swung my coat over the big purple sofa that was in front of the fire, dialling the number I thought to myself for fucks sake be home!!!

(Death, isn’t what everyone expects him to be. Or look like, for example most of you reading this in front of the fire and sipping wine are imagining a skeleton complete with black cloak and a scythe. This however is not the case, Death or sometimes John Doe (where do you think the humans, got it!) dresses in black snazzy suits, usually from Calvin Klein, Prada, Chanel etc.

Nope, no Primark for this, rather grim chappy, just humans finest suits that they sold their souls for, because if you really think about it, who the Hell would ever sell their soul for a shirt that cost £1.50?? That’s what I love about you humans: Eyes on the prize baby! Eyes on the prize!!)

The phone kept on ringing. Would you answer the FUCKIN’ PHONE! I’m not asking for a kidney!!!

Finally he answered the phone after, what seemed like a life time, he answered the phone (Yes I’m impatient, deal with it!)  “What!!? I’m kinda in the middle of something here” He grouchily said

“Well, drop what your doing, and get your bony glorified ass over here! Now!!” I snapped before I hung up the phone and through it over on another purple couch across from me.  I started pacing getting annoyed by the sound of cars beeping their horns at the traffic jam that was building up outside, I paced for what seemed like hours! Until finally the door bell rang.

Death was standing there, in the doorway looking as irritated as I did “This had better be life or death!” he said pushing his auburn hair out of his eyes, as he walked passed me and slopped into one of the fat purple couches, closest to the roaring fire.

“I need, you too do something for me” I said sitting down on a chair opposite him

“Whatcha need kiddo?”

“I need you, to help me get rid of Jane Rockwell. But you need to do it discreetly”

 He looked at me for a moment, his large sunken green eyes, didn’t give anything away.

For awhile he looked at until he finally spoke “What’s really bugging you, cause I know for a fact it isn’t this woman. I’ve known you for a long time, darlin’ and it takes more than a human too get you like this” 

Tabitha Rose - Short story

Tabitha Rose with her little button noise was exactly twelve and a quarter years old. She had long kinda scruffy curly fair hair and Bambi brown eyes. Tabitha did her best too be a good little witchling, because everyone told her that one day she would be a great witch and would be highly respected and sought after by everyone in the magical world!

But everybody knows that a twelve year old (sorry twelve and a quarter) has no concept of what there actions can cause, or even if they do have a legacy to carry on, after there parents have hit the grave, why would they care?? Why should someone so young, have that kind of weight pending on there shoulders???

Thousands of people for centuries haven’t seemed to grasp this concept yet, but Hey!!! I can’t go around hitting people with shovels to try and make them understand, nah! That takes a little too much effort.

Right, now I’m getting side tracked, see what you made do!!!? Honestly!! Now back to where I was.

Tabitha went too school at Castillo Cave, it was a grand castle, that must have been at least 50ft tall, and it was clattered with gargoyles (you see gargoyles keep evil things out, plus there seriously misunderstood creatures, not many people know this, so I thought I would through that one in there) and at the very least 60ft wide, thousands of people sent their children here; vampires, witches, wolves est. (You know zombies and what not) Anyway I’m sure your wondering what this story’s about, well its like all the rest I suppose; young girl saves the world and lives happily ever after, goes to bed with a nice mug of hot coco and a kiss from mummy and daddy, the end…… Yeah right!!! When has anything I’ve ever written been happy??

No I didn’t think so, No children this is a story that will make you want to shrivel up and die under a rock, this story will make you laugh, maybe make you cry, but it is most definitely a most un-happy tale (sorry!......Oh wait a minute I’m not!!) you must understand before you read on, this is no fairytale and its probley a good idea not too let your children read it, or anyone over the age of sixty. (Don’t want to be responsible for another stroke, thanks) I have the unfortunate gift of writing story’s that will chill you to your very core and most of them happen’ to be true….. This, this one is true, oh I really do wish it wasn’t, but life isn’t full of happy endings…………

      CHAPTER ONE; DO OR DIE

“Tammie! Tammie! Get out of bed you lazy sod!” exclaimed Tabitha throwing rocks (well pebbles really) at Tammie Monroe’s window (Tammie & Tabitha have been best friends since they were tots) 

After about five minutes of shouting and throwing pebbles, a scowling Tammie poked her head out the window “Are you kidding me!? Its 8:30!” she grumbled, trying too give Tabitha the evilest look she could, but Tabitha just grinned “Get down here, I’ve got something too show you”

About ten minutes later Tammie, reappeared at the front door, looking particularly grouchy “This had better be life or death!” she scowled Tammie, as she sort of shrugged into her heavy looking jacket

“Oh, lighten’ up Tam’s!” Tabitha said patting her friend on the back, as though congratulating her on a job well done.  “So where is it that were, going” she grumbled

“To the bridge, too meet Sam, she said she had to tell us something” Tabitha explained as they walked down the old path that twisted like a snake, and ran past an old mill, that had been burnt down.

As Tabitha and Tammie walked along the path, Tammie looked up ahead at the old mill that was just lying there, charred and rusted away, everything else in the town was well looked after, but no one did anything about the mill, when they were kids their parents told them stories about a witch that was burnt alive in there, because she had done something that was apparently unforgivable. But no one ever told them what the ‘supposed’ crime was. No body ever went inside it, because everyone was told the exact same story.

“Careful, if you look at it long enough, it just might eat, you” Tabitha sniggered, as Tammie tried to hit her “Shut it, Tabby!” Tammie shuddered “I hate that thing!” she said nodding in the direction of the now crumbled, blackened mill  

Shater'd (22-2-09)

There body's are limp and lifeless in there mother's arms
There rooms, once so full of sound now the sci lance is only broken by the agonized sobs. 
She has lost her children, her life is broken' 
Her dreams are shattered on the floor, as is her heart. 


The creature of the night howl with her, her children have been taken from her. 
She is alone. 
They smell blood, but they dare not approach her. 
A mothers wrath is to great for them to comprehend, but they know enough to not. 


The sun rise's red as the mother leaves the room and the house, forever. 
"Good bye" she wisp-ears. 
The wind flicks her long blonde hair in her face as tears they do descend. 
Her eyes now slits, for the haze of tears are blinding her.


She lies in the ground, over time her face becomes sunken. 
A blanket of leaves cover her, as her heart bleeds for her children. 
For she is locked to the ground but, she will never return to this world. 
She is with her children, now. 
Happy. 
At peace. 

Death its self

Down, down we go & mother earth she does cry 
They can not pry us from the ground, we are limp in this earth as the moon wanes. The soil it does crumble.
Under our nails it goes but we are dead we do not cry for simple things no more

We die and die again, no matter how much the crow he does cry. The earth we are nestled in, is pushing us out, the night it speaks too us telling us there will be fresh flesh in our grave yard tonight the wind blows through the trees and whispers to us speaking in riddles it does.......... something comes it does.........something creeps in the shadows just as the clock strickes twelve......

A thing slinks out of the woods wareing nothing but black. This is something that every man, women and child fears. it has no flesh no eyes or hair atall he is just a skelotion coverd in black velvet , hooded and cloked , carying a siythe waiting for souls to come into his bony grasp

He wonders alone, he is the grim reaper
Death itself

11-2-09

I'm a witch bitch

Do you really think I was sent from above?! 

You poor fools giving me afection & Love! Do see what I am!

Tut, tut , you should pay attention , my dear's

you should know by now you can't FUCK with a WITCH!!!

I am who I am!

Just look at the bodies piling all around me.

You may think I'm a good little kitty, but I'm far from it!

I'm the child that was born in HELL

the one you all call "inscane"

I am the fallen' angel from heaven

The black sheep in the perfect family that it is!

A stain on a silk cloth, I am a half-bread bitch.

Do you not see the pools of blood surrounding me? , covering my flesh?

I am drenched in my Demon's blood , although you can never see that it haunts me .

I've died & I've seen the other side

I feel every slash of metal against my stone cold skin

I rip away flesh from bone, too see the reality of what I am: a killer, a fiend in the night , that will never see the light!

Puppets of death

Death lie’s beneath the grave, howling too be let out

It screams it does, the wind tosses the leaves around like rag dolls,

In a spiral of decay it twists and turns them.

Like a puppet we are all bound too the powers of the world we live in, death lingers in the air as the grave digger walks walks through the dawning tree’s, as the world turns the corpses claw out of there humble domain, scratching there ways out , clutching on too the hope of that one day they will once will see the dawn as it once was.

The pale face see’s everything, the screams of the tormented, eco through the black obis, as the wolfs howl in agony.

Vampires slink back into the shadows, as the wind twists & turns the world through time. The dead limp & lifeless in there coffin’s

As the skeleton man creeps through the shadows, searching, grasping for the sweet souls of the decaying, he lingers he does, he waits & hovers among the doors of the dead , waiting for fresh blood to drip down innocent flesh.

The witch’s are is eyes too this world, wolves are his pets, and the vampires are his minions retrieving the souls of the damned.

come back

17 years ago , you left and never tryed too come back .

I want you too know that its ok now .

I  know you must of had your reasons .

For leaving me .

But I want you too know, you can come back now.

I want you too know I don't hold it against you.

I'll be your little girl forever .

It doen't hafe too be today, or tomorrow,

just one day. 

I'll try too be better. 

I'll never cause a fuss or miss another bus. 

Just come back too me one day.

Crowley's bet (short story)

CROWLEY’S BET

CHAPTER ONE: A demons tale (intro)

Jane Rockwell was 23 years old, and worked in a very run down café in Blackpool, England not more than a ten minute walk away from Blackpool town centre. 

Jane (Sometimes called Janie) was your pretty average girl

5ft5, brown short hair, doe eyes, slender, sweet, pretty, in other words the girl next door, the problem was that Jane didn’t want this life, what she wanted was to be a world renowned model living in Paris, drinking champagne, eating caviar, wining and dining with all the stars (Who hasn’t had this dream??) but how would little Janie with her beautiful big doe eyes and her nine to five job ever have her little dream come true??

I bet you didn’t know this girl next door, was famous did you??

Oh she became famous alright, and no she didn’t sell her soul to the devil or some lower bloody demon, no ladies and gentlemen she sold her soul to me,

My details are un-important, well at this present moment in time they are.

But I’m sure you’re wondering why I offered to give her fame and glory (and all that jazz) Well you see me and my mate Crowley (another demon. We all happen to be a little closer to Satan, there’s about six of us that just so happen’ too be Satan’s right hand men and woman, I happen to be the only female at this status, lazy bitches) we were kinda bored and decided that the person to get the most souls at the start and end of April had to do all the paper work that was backed up since Christmas. It was almost the end of April and we both had the exact amount of souls

208 to be exact. (Collecting souls isn’t what it used too be)

So I saw an opportunity one miserable afternoon in Blackpool city centre

(The amount of caous in there is un-real!) I saw her strolling along the shops, peering in at the pretty dresses that she knew deep down inside she’d never have. I could see her heart break as her big bright doe eyes filled up with tears, imagining about the life she thought she’d never have.

To be honest I kinda felt sorry for her, which is why I chose her. I could have chosen anybody in the entire world, anyone in the whole of Blackpool, drug addicts, wife beaters, chid molesters, Rapists, mothers, fathers!!! Any of them, but for some reason I chose her, I’m not sure why yet, but there must have been a reason

As was once told by my mother(May she burn in Hell)  “There is a reason for everything everybody does, and if anyone says that the reason for doing something was” no reason” they’re lying because it is illogical to not have a reason for your actions or for what you said”

Now some of you reading this are maybe wondering, why would a demon be writing a book, others are probably  wondering what the point is to all of this is, and there’s the really obvious question: If I felt sorry for this girl why didn’t I give her what she wanted for free? No cost, no catch, just out of the goodness of my little black festering heart.

Well for starters: Hello!!!! Demon!!!! Its not my job to simple give something away for free, not even the man upstairs does that!

For example God gave The Virgin Mary a baby, couple of years down the line baby turns into a man and then he gets nailed too a cross, are any of you seriously telling me God didn’t see that coming??

You see pain and suffering, even Heavens at it, except they’re a bit more righteous about it. No doubt of you out there is sticking your nose up at this book but hey! Everyone’s entitled to their opinion. Just happens mines a bit more true.

Anyway, I made Janie a deal, and she took it.

30 years later and she’s a big star, movie carer, world renowned model, singer, yadayada

The life of the rich and famous, funny thing really. She had more than she’d ever hoped for and she was still miserable! She got married, had three children and still the little wench was miserable!! ( Now what you have to understand is , demons don’t go around granting wishes, there’s only two demons to ever do that in the 8 billion years, ones me and the others someone that got flayed by an angel, something too do with a statue, can’t remember really)

Well I did what any demon in my position would do I paid her a visit.

She stood there beside the window looking gloomy as ever (I swear you humans are so UN grateful) I stood there beside her in my long black over coat and smiled “Cheer up Janie, you might of sold your soul but you got the dream, isn’t this everything you ever wanted” I pulled out a cigarette and lit it “oh, where are my manners, do you want one” handing the packet too her

She took one and said “It might have been what I wanted 30 years ago, but it wasn’t what I expected, does it ever get easy?”

“Nope not one bit, you see darlin’ it’s a lot like this: there is not deep and wonderful meaning too life, you humans want there to be a meaning, cause lets face, it the theory that your getting shit on for no reason and your going to die at end with no reward, and you just went through hell and back for no reason isn’t really what you people are looking for.”

“Well what are we looking for?”

I took a drag and blow out a little circle “Purpose, you people are obsessed with purpose”

She looked at me with her head tilted slightly to the left as though she was trying too make the words fall out of her head, then she straightened up and shook her head slightly (you humans do the strangest things).

“Your 53 now, you’re still young, but you feel old why, is that??” I asked now looking out at the garden with its marble court yard and its well trimmed hedges and its flowers growing around climbers weaving in and out steadily going up and never going down.

“Because my life is half over and I don’t feel as though I’ve done enough” she sighed. Chuckling I said “Then have a mid-life crises, I’m sure that will fill what ever void that’s in you”

She scowled, you could no longer see the wrinkles on her fore-head because of all the face lifts and botox  in her face, for a girl who used to be so pretty , she was well on her way to looking some what like a drag queen. (Ok maybe that’s a bit mean, but hello: Demon! Now I can’t be nice all the time)

“I don’t think I need to have one of those, thank you” (Its amazing how correct and proper you people get when someone insults you).

“Well, unless you want too sell your husbands soul or your kids soul, that would be just fine” (The younger the better, hint hint)

“I want my soul back” Jane said ignoring the comment

“Sorry, hunny buns, no refunds” I blew a kiss and winked (this is called being passive aggressive, children).

She stamped her foot and shouted “you will give me back my soul!!! You will!!!!! God damn it you will!!!”

“Sorry, that’s not in Gods jurisdiction, you know to damn things” (You have no idea how much this is making me smile right now)

Oh you should have seen the look on her face; it was like someone had smacked her across the face with a shovel. Priceless.

“Regardless!!!!! I want it back and I want it back now!!!!”  She said now jumping up and down like a two year old that was just told by its mum that it wasn’t getting the sweeties. Oh the day you don’t have a video camera.  I swear there is nothing better than making someone loose it, its like Christmas morning (or at least that’s what I think) when you’re a kid and you rush down stairs to pile of presents just for you, but I haven’t had a Christmas in over five thousand years so I don’t really know what they’re like now a days.

“Give it to me!!!!!” She was practically pulling her hair out

Desperately trying not too die laughing ( As a higher demon I’m supposed to wear a look of complete distain around humans, kinda some new policy in Hell that some twat came up with, but I ignore it best I can)  “ Like I said , sugar you can’t have it back, I give it back, you die. Plus I’d loose a bet with a mate of mine”

“What do you mean I’ll die??!!”

“Because your souls been in Hell for about two thousand years, I put it back in and bibti bobiti boo, ashes too ashes , dust too dust , your history sweetheart, and if I gave it back to you that means I’ll have to do paper work, you’d be kinda inconveniencing me by dying, lovely”

She looked at me and swung in my direction, but all she clawed at was thin air (it’s a little party trick I learned from pestilence, couple of years back, comes in handy doncha think)

CHAPTER TWO: Back too Hell (Enjoy your stay)

Crowley came skipping into my office with a cigar in his mouth issuing brownish white smoke everywhere. “Well, well. Did you go off and see your happy customer??” Crowley said a bit too smug for my liking (isn’t it funny, when you’re having one of ‘Them’ days that you just detest everybody who dares too be happy around you??) “Yeah” I said as I shoved a crap load of paper work in Crowley’s direction “So what did little Janie, want??”

“Her soul! I swear humans these days have no concept of reality anymore” I rolled my eyes as I took out a bottle of scotch and two glasses and poured.

“Remember the good old days, where they just knew they weren’t getting their souls back, I wonder when they started thinking they’d get them back??”

“1964 mate everything changed then” I said lighting a cigarette

I stared out the window for a while, and I began too think of the days when me and Alistair were human (Yes I was once human too, a very long, long time ago, a demons godda start somewhere doesn’t she??) , back in the day where I didn’t know anything about Heaven or Hell or Magic and I just thought Alistair had finally cracked, and look where I am, I’m in the pits of Hell making sure lower fricken demons don’t screw everything up, and I have too kiss ass to save my own ass, otherwise I’m looking at deep fried and BBQ’d on a Saturday afternoon and I’ll be on the menu.

I took another drag and breathed slowly “its funny, life’s over in a matter of seconds to us, but humans think it takes forever or at least years”

“Jez……”

“What?” I raised an eyebrow

“You’re going to have too sort this out and soon” he said as he started walking towards

“Crowley” He spun round “Yeah??”

“Don’t ever say my name, again” (I’ve always hated my name)

He smiled “No problem… Jezabel”

I threw a book at him, but it hit the door instead “Evil!”

“Hello, demon!” I shouted at him

Ok maybe some of you are wondering where this story is going (impatient bitches!), Well if I’m honest ( Not my best suit) I have no idea, but hey, you can’t judge me I’m in Hell (Neh na na na na) I’m only doing this cause I’m bored anyway, but this story’s more about me than anything else.

But on the bright side I went too see an old mate of mine

Now, this isn’t any mate, this is an Angel, he died about a week before me. I really don’t know how the Hell Ky became an angel; he’s actually one of Raphael’s right hand men. You see Arch Angels kinda have there own little group of selected Angels, That aren’t ranked in the human bible, or even mentioned which is kinda crap for Ky really (Oh well).

So I went too the Witches Forest (In Blackpool) and sat in a tree calling for Ky (He really hates that) five seconds later he finally shows up “Yes, Mrs Crowley, you bellowed?” Ky couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face (You see Crowley and I were dew too be married when we were human, but I died and then he died, Yes its all very tragic and sad, get over it! I did)

I stuck my middle finger up at him “Any chance you want to become a wingless little birdie??”

“You know I’m only having fun Jez, besides you didn’t call me to be cute, want to tell what’s up?

“I’ve got an annoying human, any chance your dude up there wants to be a bit righteous about it, you know “I shall smite the where thy stand” Jazz”

He folded his arms and stuck out his bottom lip in protest, almost like a two year old giving its parents a sad face because it’s not getting what it wants. “God doesn’t go around doing that!”

“Yeah, because Noah’s Arch is just a bed time story isn’t it sweetheart…. Oh yeah that’s right God got pissed off, because someone didn’t get him the right drink” (You think I’m joking?? No kiddies this is why half of the ‘Natural disasters’ happen, God gets pissed off! Anger management issues you see, Lucifer kinda takes after him really, Satan’s a bit more laid back about stuff)

“Well he’s stopped drinking! Besides it was Lucifer’s fault, he’s the one that made him angry! And made him an alcoholic!” Ky sulked

“Yeah cause its always the kids fault if daddy dearest turns too the bottle isn’t it” I chuckled “Any way, please help me with this problem, all I can hear in my head is that woman screaming, and if I kill her or send death after her I’m going to be responsible for her for eternity!”

“Well you know I can’t do it!”

“Well get one of your Canary friends to do it!”  (Seriously can’t help smiling here)

“We’re not birds, we are Angels!!”

“Ok, ok don’t get your halo in a twist! Just please help me”

He sighed “Fine I’ll see what I can do”

Back at my office half an hour later I get a phone call from Ky and guess what, he can’t find anybody to whack the stupid bint over the head! I mean how hard is it to go and push someone off a cliff?

Lucifer came stomping in like a two year old “I want to know, why!?” he said, now sulking and folding his arms (for someone so cute he definitely pulled the ugliest face you ever did see).

“Why, what?” I said as I leaned back in my chair

“Who is responsible for this!!??” Lucifer snarled as he stamped his feet (Seriously, someone really needs to hit this guy over the head with a shovel)

Then I smelled, well I’m not sure what I smelled but it sure as Hell wasn’t a basket of roses, kinda like pickled eggs left out in the sun too long with a mixture of festering puke on the side (Yum – This is sarcasm)

Then I heard the snarling and from behind Lucifer came this tattered looking Hell Hound (Pestilence uses them for tearing flesh apart and tracking down, well everything and anything) “And what parietal, do you want me to do with that?”

Lucifer looked livid, and screaming in my head had finally gotten to the point were I was about to start gouging out my eyes with a spoon, just so I could have something just as fun to worry about.

Just as he was about too say something, I cut across him and said “Sorry, got to deal with a customer” I snapped my fingers and I was standing in front of little Janie, who looked like crap by the way, she had started to decay (Don’t worry she’s still 53, its only been a couple of weeks on earth, but its been a couple of years down in Hell, its funny how I never get much done really). You could tell too look at her that she wasn’t eating, her skin had started to cling to the very bones that made up her face, the rings around her eyes framed her sunken eyes, as she stared at me I could see her wasting away in front of me, “You had best stop screaming in my head dearie”

“Give me back my soul!” she hissed

“What part of, no refunds, did you not comprehend?” I snapped

“GIVE ME BACK MY SOUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

So I pushed her out the window, the screaming stopped, Lucifer got hit over the head with a shovel and I finally got married and had many demon babies

And God finally forgave Lucifer, big father son reunion and there was world peace – Yeah right, the only way anybody’s goanna believe that is if they’re, taking coke, smack and meth all at the one big time with a side of a crate of booze just too spice up the insanity!

 I did push her out the window, she just wouldn’t die. Why is it you people feel the need too be so fricken’ awkward and clutch onto life, I mean really people do you stay awake at night, trying to think of new ways to piss me off?? Why do you people go out of your way just to inconvenience me!?

You would of sworn I was Hitler, or something –sigh-

Anyway I pushed her out the window but she didn’t die (if you haven’t noticed I skip boring bits) and the stupid cow didn’t die! She just had too go and cling onto the window sill and now she’s still crowing in my head, I mean seriously, you would think that if you pushed someone out the window because they were irritating you they would at least have the comin’ sense too at least leave you alone!  But oh no Satin forbid (I like him a shit load more than I like Lucifer) that happen’! I’m pretty sure none of you feel my pain, ugh, humans!

So obviously when one has a bad day at work one either goes too the pub or goes home, To the Pub!!!

Rodon’s Bar was just outside of Hannah, Alberta, Canada (Now I don’t live here peeps, but you got to love Rodon, he’s 6ft tall, skinny but built, long fair hair, blue eyes, and tattoos on either arms, his lip was priced  too, he was one of the most sarcastic men I’d ever met. but quite the charmer)  “Well, well…. The wonderer returns” he smiled                 

“Glass o’ Jack, and keep your remarks to your self”

{Now Rodon was no stranger to Demons, Angels, Magic or any of what’s most commonly known as the supernatural, he has dabbled in it from time to time as far as I know.}

“Why, is the big bad boss getting you down” his voice dripping with sarcasm  as he poured Jack Daniels into an old fashioned whiskey glass

“What did I just say about remarks!!?” I snatched the drink off the counter and downed it all in one go, the after taste made me shudder (I HATE THAT)

“Big annoying human won’t leave you alone??”

“Yeah, got a remedy for that, too?”

He smirked “Well, how about an ice-pick or a shovel?”

“Wow, subtle” I said with mock awe

“Look, if you want the human dead, why not try poison?”

“Still shows up … you do realize they do tox. screens down in Hell, right?”

“ Well, no I didn’t” he smiled

“I need something, to get rid of her”  I said now getting up and going for the door

“Jezabel, don’t do anything stupid!”

Smiling I said “I won’t”

Walking back home I thought about , what I was going too do, well there wasn’t much I could do, I had an unhappy customer a shit load of paper work to do and a bottle of wine in the fridge with my name on it…….. I could….. No!!.... I couldn’t…… Could I? Yes, I need too, there’s no other thing for it, and I’m going too have to call Death himself…….

To Be Continued ……………