Hell’s Royalty
The Princess
Jessica Wennberg
Text Copyright © 2012 Jessica L Wennberg
All Rights Reserved.
To my husband and kids who have supported me throughout my crazy writing process. I love you for all that you have done for me. To my Poppa, may you rest in peace and be proud of me for all that I have accomplished. I love you and will miss you forever. To my sister Angela, thanks for all your input with my characters and your amazing words of encouragement when I would get blocked with my thoughts, you are more than a sister, you are my best friend. I love you.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1--Running with Paranoia
Chapter 2--Wreckage and Idiots
Chapter 3--Details, Details, Details
Chapter 4--Blood Loss and Bravery
Chapter 5--Green, Blue, and Jellybeans too!
Chapter 6--Prophets, Visions, and Witch Confessions
Chapter 7--Dreams, nightmares, and betrothal
Chapter 8--Truths, Feelings, and Raindrops
Chapter 9--Girls, Drama, and Demons…Oh My
Chapter 10--Answers, more questions, and new guests
Chapter 11--Big Demons, Little Demons, Help is on the Way
Chapter 12--Egos, Plans, and Poor Preparations
Chapter 13--The calm before the storm
Chapter 14--What have I stepped into?
Chapter 15--Battle of Heart and Mind
Chapter 16--Chaos and Destruction
Chapter 17--Do I have idiot on my forehead?
Chapter 18--Accepting the truth
Epilogue
Chapter 1--Running with Paranoia
Running, I was always running. It seemed like I would never be free and the truth is that I never will be free. My life will always haunt me, it will till the day that I die.
I had traveled for 17 hours to get to a new destination, somewhere in the south, far away from the Canadian border where Damien's home entrance lay. I had gone the super long way to get to my new, but temporary home. I had become paranoid now; trying to make sure I left a very scattered trail, if one at all. I was pulling to a stop outside Hickory Lake when I'd had enough.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked out loud. Yes, I know crazy person here.
That had been a shorter stay than most of my stays. San Francisco had only lasted three months and I had to escape in a hurry. Was I getting bad at running and hiding or are they just getting better at tracking and finding me?
I was starting to worry if I had left any pieces of me behind as I came into town and worked my way through the streets to my new home. I went over my mental checklist of everything I had to do to disappear each time. I had made sure all the furniture that I had rented was delivered to an auction house four hours away from my apartment and then I took my clothes to the homeless shelter and personally started handing them out so I would know my scent would be gone. People were already wearing them so there really wasn't a good way to track me. I knew I was just being super paranoid.
My mind was spinning with too many questions. Who had he sent this time? I had already sent most of his best hunters back to hell and some more than once. How had they gotten so close that time? What other means was he using now to find me? I'm sure that the blue eyed stranger was part of the team that was there, he felt too close to believe otherwise.
My head began to hurt with all of the how comes and the what-ifs that could be. I was in need of some sleep and to reboot for the next round of battles. I managed to find my rental house with no issues and I felt good about this town and this house. I have learned to go with a good feeling in my gut when I get it, and to not let go. I've had to learn that the hard way many times since I was 15.
I made my rounds outside of the house, since I had placed a nice deposit on the house the agency left me a key which I easily found by the door. I was thankful I could go in and get some much needed sleep. I kept a pillow and blanket in the Jeep so I grabbed it and headed in. By some stroke of karma there was a nice couch in the living room so I would have no trouble sleeping, well at least comfort wise there would not be an issue.
I thought about my life as I lay down for sleep. I thought about what my life was like now, how I have to find a place, become invisible if possible, stay low, and when things get too comfy or dangerous I pack up and leave; getting far away and then do it all over again. Yes I was a self-sufficient loner who had made a career out of moving.
This was my life since I was 15 and I had seen my mom murdered. All my life growing up with her we had moved around many times. But since her death I had been on the run alone for almost six years now. At least it all hadn't been a complete shock to have. When I was 10 my mom sat me down and explained to me about my heritage and my dad.
I had known since I was 5 that I was a witch and had created a water spout in the tub when I had thrown a fit about getting out. That was a shock to say the least. But at 10, my mom, Jacklyn, had finally explained to me why we had always been on the move and why I could do certain things with my mind, other than the witch things that is. I think that's when the first stages of paranoia really started
At night when I went to sleep I tried to either think of my mom or wipe my mind out completely because I would rather dream of her death a thousand times a night than face the other dreams that plague me. The demons, fires, and now a blue eyed stranger who haunts and terrorizes my dreams as of late are so real that I find myself sometimes physically hurt from them when I awake, so my mother is what took hold of my brain tonight.
Chapter 2--Wreckage and Idiots
My past filled my dreams for a few hours; it always did when I thought about my mom. I'd had a semi normal childhood or normal enough for a witch. Most witches live like normal people and honestly you never really know that you might live right next door to one. For us we had moved probably fifty times by the time I was 8, but for me that was normal.
Tonight my mom and a blonde woman filled my dreams. I remember it was just before my mom told me the truth about my dad. We had been living in Utah at the time and this woman with champagne colored hair and dark green eyes showed up at our home. She and my mom seemed to know one another very well because their conversation was warm and friendly from the start. I was sent to my room to play while they discussed "adult things." I remember hating that phrase. From my room I could hear only a muffled conversation and at times it was yelling and others there were crying. The lady with the jeweled eyes wasn't scary, so I didn't worry about my mom and besides I knew that she could take care of herself, she was a witch for crying out loud.
It was after the lady left that my life really did change and at first I had blamed her for all my problems, but later in life I realized that my father and ultimately my mother were the ones at fault.
Tidbits of their conversation and my mom's explanation filled my dream mind and in those words other images came forth.
"He knows she was born Jacklyn, he will come for her" the lady had said to my mom in a rushed voice.
"He will not have her, I will protect her" my mom retorted.
"Don't be a fool Jacklyn, I have seen it. Don't forget I was the one who prophesized that he will send the bastard heir to find her. The boy with the blue eyes will find her"
At the mention of the blue eyed stranger my dream turned to him, he was searching for me. I could see him in the town I had just left only two days ago. He was at the house I had been living in.
"Ah, my sweet Katilyn you escaped me again. Not to worry my dear, you are to be mine and I will have you. I am coming for you." The stranger whispered into the wind, with the intention that I would hear what he had to say.
I jerked awake at the sound of the alarm. I glanced around checking my surroundings, making sure that I was still in the new house on the couch. I was still there and I was tangled in my blanket.
The conversation haunted me, she had known he would come for me and she never told me. That's the sucky thing about dreams mine often reveal more than I knew to begin with. I wish I could make a spell that would let me sleep without dreams, but so far nothing seemed to work.
I really try to not dwell on my dreams for good reasons. First of all most are the past and who the hell wants to relive that shit on a nightly basis? And secondly I do not, in any way, want to think about that stranger and invite him into my waking hours. If I can just keep him in my dreams I feel like I will be okay; at least until the day he finally does catch up with me.
A hot shower and an hour later I found myself pulling up to a quaint little realtor's office. I was greeted by a short, bald man, probably in his late forties. He looked like Mr. Clean, but short and aged, like the cleaner guy should be. The visual gave me a laugh; which I kindly held in.
"Yes, may I help you?" cleaner man asked in a deep booming voice that did not fit his size.
"I was looking for Mr. Leevy. I'm Katilyn Stiles." I offered my hand for politeness but also as a test for demons. I have spelled myself so a touch from a demon or a human being possessed by a demon is like grabbing a hot iron. Mr. Leevy was as human as possible.
"Oh Ms. Stiles, it's so nice to finally meet you, I am Mr. Leevy, but you can call me John. I see that you did in fact make it in at last. Was your trip long?" he chatted as he led me to the inner office and sat at his desk and started taking out papers.
"Yes, I made it in fine, rather late but the trip was fine. Thanks again for leaving me a key to let myself in, I really do appreciate it. The house is lovely by the way; it is just what I was looking for." I smiled as I sat down across from him.
"Excellent! I'm glad it was to your liking given that you put a large amount of money down on it. Okay then, shall we get down to business?" he looked to me and I nodded.
"I did have a chance to speak to the owner and he did agree to cut the lease agreement from six months to three months, providing a few stipulations." He eyed me skeptically wondering if I would still want this option.
"Ok John so what are these stipulations?" I was not in the mood to be second guessed or looked at like I was a kid, yes I am only 20 but I am old beyond my years.
Mr. Leevy cleared his throat, "Well the owner asked that you pay all three months up front and an extra $500 security deposit. If that is not possible then he said no deal." Now he was really looking at me like I was going to turn and run.
"So another five grand and the place will be mine for three months, correct?" I raised my eyebrow at him and he nodded.
"Alright then, I will make the call to have the money wired to his account right now. I just need the account numbers so I can call my bank so they can make the transfer." I dug my cell phone out of my bag and started dialing the banks number while John put his chin back on his face and started fumbling for the account numbers. After ten minutes the bank had the money transferred and I signed my new lease papers.
"Will there be anything else John?" I got up to leave because I still had other errands to run and I was tired of getting the look of doubt and suspicion.
"No Ms. Stiles that will be all. Enjoy your new home. When you are ready to leave you will receive your deposits back after two weeks given the place is like it was when you moved in." he smile broadly, for some reason I got a weird vibe from him all of a sudden..
"Oh, John I almost forgot, if there are any maintenance issues who do I contact?" I had almost forgotten that detail.
"Oh the owner has a grounds keeper that comes twice a week to check the property and if there are any inside problems you are to give him a call. His number will be on a business card on the fridge." He stood from his desk and escorted me out to the lobby.
"Ok thank you very much John." I shook his hand one more time and left.
Five hours later and lots of money spent I was heading home. I had bought furniture to fill the house. It had a couch, recliner, and a table and chairs but after that the house was bare. So I filled a two bedroom, two bath home with items that I would want. I also bought another two chairs for the living room, since I really wasn't fond of the recliner and would move it to the garage while I would be there. The delivery men said that they should be to my house in about three hours so that would give me time to go grocery shopping. By the time I was done I should be right on schedule in meeting them there.
I jammed out to the radio as I waited for the light to turn green allowing me to go. The light turned and I put my Jeep in gear and pressed the gas. Unfortunately my own reflexes couldn't make the Jeep move how I wanted so there was nothing I could do as a truck ran the light from my left.
I could hear the metal crunching, glass shattering, wood splintering, and I felt the crack of my bones as many broke. When everything stopped I realized I was pinned against the light pole, which was the wood that I had heard splinter.
I was dazed for a few seconds and then started assessing the damage done to my body. I had three…no four broken ribs, my left arm was snapped in two and my left leg was fractured but not completely broken. My right leg had a huge gash in the calf and the thigh had a large shard of glass still protruding from it, which I immediately pulled out so that it could start healing. My arms and face were also covered in cuts from the glass. Then I felt my head, I pulled a large shard of glass from my scalp, it instantly started pouring blood before it began healing.
I used my right arm to pull the steering wheel up some so I could squeeze out and crawl through the back of the Jeep. I figured since the bone was sticking out of my left arm I had better shove it back in place so that it could heal right and so anyone who is around would not ask questions. The ribs would heal back just fine, and my leg was already almost healed.
As I came around to the driver's side of the Jeep I noticed all the bystanders. Well damn, that's just what I don't need, witnesses! I pushed past the people telling me to stop and lie down. I had no time, I had to get to the other guy and see if he was a demon.
I wiped the blood out of my eyes and opened the driver door. I could see that his air bag had deployed, so that's probably what knocked him out along with breaking his nose. He also had a gash above his right eye apparently from some glass, I could still see a piece embedded in it. Otherwise the guy looked fine, of course he did, and the one at fault always does.
The dipshit who ran the light started stirring, his eyes fluttered open, and I had this sense of déjà vu when I looked in his eyes. The guy himself was a looker, despite his horrid driving skills. Dark brown hair, a real nice tan on skin that covered some well sculpted muscles. Then the idiot sat up interrupting my little daydream and reminded me what a cretin he was, that was all it took.
"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM, YOU MORON?" I yelled at him while all I really wanted to do was smack him across the back of the head, but I didn't want to injure him worse if he did have a concussion.
Mr. Idiot decided to get out of his truck to address me and that’s when I took in his full height of about 5'10". He was impressive, but the fact that he just crushed my Jeep and hurt me, his idiocy over rules his looks.
"Holy smacks are you all right? Should you even be walking? You're covered in blood." He turned to look at my Jeep and then back at me; "Were you in that?" he asked looking shocked.
"Yes I'm alright, no, I probably shouldn't be walking, and yes I was in that Jeep. Now it's my turn. What the hell were you thinking, you ran that red light you imbecile! Are you color blind or just blind and stupid altogether?" I was fuming now and even closer to knocking the shit right out of him.
"I'm really, really sorry. Do you need to sit down; you look like you have lost a lot of blood? Is there an ambulance on the way?" he yelled out to the crowd and someone shouted back that there indeed were parame
dics on the way. Well that's just dandy! First day here and I already get to talk to the cops. I really did not like this guy now.
"I'm fine. I bleed easily, I'm a hemophiliac, and it’s a blood disorder. Are you okay? Do you feel light headed, seeing double, headache behind the eyes, anything like that?" I asked politely, making myself sound concerned.
"No, no nothing like that. I think I'm okay. Unfortunately it's always the victims who…..OW! What the hell was that?" Mr. Idiot asked after I smacked the back of his head with just a smidge of my power behind it, making it a pretty hard hit. Damn, I felt so much better now.
I smiled internally, "Well I had to make sure you weren't more seriously injured with a concussion or something. This way you can only get me for assault now. And that smack was for wrecking my only set of wheels, ruining my groceries, and my day" I turned on my heels and headed back to my Jeep to collect my locker from the back along with what groceries that were still salvageable. Luckily I had unpacked my heavy gear at the house before heading out; otherwise there would be some serious questions.
Chapter 3--Details, Details, Details
Despite my efforts to object to the paramedics, police, and the idiot known as Jace Matthews---who now reminds me of that Dean Winchester brother from that Supernatural TV show-they all made me go to the hospital. Two hours, a seriously bad mood, and a lot of confused people later, I walked out of the hospital.
"It's a miracle. There is nothing else that could explain why you aren't injured. I mean even the doctors believed that you should have had at least one broken rib or something. Maybe they read the results wrong or something. I should take you to the county hospital, maybe they will have a different answer, and they have better equipment. I will pay for it." Matthews was following me out and being very irritating.
"Okay that is enough. I have had it with you, I am fine. I had a lot of blood loss because of my hemophilia, I didn't break anything because I paid a lot of money and I had my Jeep reinforced to help protect me, which it did, but now thanks to you it is sitting at a junkyard, getting ready to be towed back to my home so I can go over it and recover what parts I want. It's not a freaking miracle, it's just me. And if I thought that this hospital wasn't competent I would take myself to the nearest professional and I wouldn't need nor want your money to pay for it. I can pay for myself, same reason I am not letting your insurance pay my doctors bill or my totaled Jeep. I now have to get home and let some delivery boys into my home who are now making some amazingly good overtime pay because of this fiasco. Now excuse me I need to find a cab or something so I can get home, goodbye Matthews." I turned and left him standing with his jaw dropped and a hurt look on his face.
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