Crimson

Chapter 3

I could feel the warmth of the sun hitting my skin whilst I slowly opened my eyes. I sat up letting out a long yawn before I stepped out of bed.

“Honey, did a bomb explode here or something." My mom said as she walked over to my bed.

I looked around, candles were laying on the floor and all my stuff was also on the floor. What the hell, I could question myself the same thing.

“Uhm I don't know." I said unsure.

“You know damn well, Violet!" My mom shouted. "Who did you bring in yesterday huh was it that little brat named Phoebe?"

“You know damn well I don't want that brat in my house no more because of that last time. With her big mouth."

Yeah my mom really doesn't like Phoebe, last time me and Phoebe had a sleepover at my house and we turned the whole place upside down; long story. My mom was so mad she almost called Phoebe's parents so she could have a small talk with them. And to top it off Phoebe has a big mouth for a small girl like her she's not afraid of anybody.

My mom is not really a saint either. She looks young for her age. She had hazel brown eyes, soft chocolate brown hair and her astonishing curves attracted many men. They come over the place and go. I'm sure I've had like 13 ex stepdads by now.

"Mom ugh, no she hasn't been here yesterday, I was just sorting out my stuff and I got tired so I fell asleep."

Lies, I all made that up I have no clue what happened in my room yesterday night. But it sure does look like a whole mess.

"Vivi you're lying to me I see it on your whole face." My mom furrowed her brows.

"No I'm not!" I spat.

My mom stared into my eyes. "Okay but then tell me why your whole mascara is smudged down your face, your hair is a whole mess and there are candles on the ground everywhere, also this whole room smells like men's cologne."

What the f**k was she implying. Now I sense it it does smell like men cologne in here… did I had someone over? A boy I must’ve been drunk.

“I-"

"Did you have s*x last night?" My mom questioned.

"NO WHAT THE HELL!" I yelled.

Is she saying I had s*x last night with a male specimen... me? Never! I'm a proud virgin.

"I mean it makes sense!" She said.

"Mom stop, get out." I stood up and pushed her out of my room. I shut the door in front of her face. "Oh so that's how you wanna be now Violet! I'm your mom you can tell me everything I won't be mad!" She bonked on the door.

I stayed quiet and walked to the bathroom.

I smell sweaty, I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower.

I thought about yesterday. The only thing I remembered was me coming home from that awful party. But then it all came back to me.

"Oh my god." I said out loud. I remembered exactly what happened, but was it all just a dream or was I just imagining things. I mean I was drunk after all. But it was probably not even real. I just shrugged it off.

I stepped out of the shower and dried myself. I walked to my closet quickly grabbing some clothes. I chose a dark green sweater and some black shorts.

As I was putting on my shorts I saw a dark red substance on the floor. I lowered myself to get a better look. Is this what I think it is... blood, it doesn't look like blood. This blood was dark almost black

And then it all came back to me. Yesterday I remember wanting to stab a guy with f*****g scissors but instead he stopped it and it cut his hand open.

My eyes widened. So if his blood on the floor here it must've been real, it has to be. It really happened. I wasn't dreaming or imagining things.

I took a few steps back and sat on my bed. Thinking of where he is now or just disappeared.

"No I'm still here." A familiar dark voice said.

I jumped at his voice and it was sending shivers down my spine. I've never heard a voice like this, so dark yet so hot.

I glanced at him. He was leaning back on my chair, arms crossed. I could see his strong muscles through his black dress shirt. The last time I saw him he wore a long dark coat, a nice formal shirt underneath and formal shoes. It didn't quite look like it was from our time it was way too formal and classy. But now I see he has changed his clothes into ones from our time.

"Uhm- can I help you?" I said. I had no clue what to say he was just sitting there like that staring at me.

"You're not like the ones i've had before." He spoke. What was that supposed to mean?

"W-what do you mean by that?" I reply

"My previous summoners. They looked way older, and were not so angelic."

"Oh."

Did he just call me angelic? Was that a compliment.

"Mhm... You look quite young tho, let me guess you're 17."

"I am, how did you know?"

"I didn't know I just guessed." he stared at me blankly.

I nodded my head. "Uhm so why are you here? I mean I told you to leave yesterday night yet you're still here. How did you even get in here, you don't have a key!" I raised my brows.

He rolled his eyes. "Kid that's not how it works okay, I can't just leave and go back to hell."

Did he just say hell? Yes right he's like some sort of demon. "Yes you can go wherever you came from." I stood up.

"Sit down you foolish girl. We're not done, we have things to talk about because you clearly don't understand any of it."

"Excuse me." He was looking at me as if I was some kind of stupid dumb soul. But still I sat back down. I was scared what he may do to me if I didn't.

"Let's start with introducing ourselves shall we?" He signaled for me to go first.

"I'm Violet." I said softly.

"Lazarus, pleasure to meet you Violet."

I smiled. Lazarus I've never heard that name before.

"So what's your purpose here?"

"I'm a demon from hell you summoned me by accident, and I'm here to kill for you, When I fulfilled your needs I'm finished and go back to hell."

Oh my god what have I gotten myself into

"Kill? I don't want you to kill anyone for me, Lazarus."

He stood up and looked down on me. "Well that's too bad Violet because you're gonna have to choose your victim sooner or later."

I slowly stood up from my bed and now I could see the height difference between us. He was very tall, I was like 5,4. I felt so tiny looking up at him.

"I don't want to." I noted.

He stared at me. "Those are the rules."