The fire element was our best friend. It could burn down an entire village and stop even the most stubborn water spell. She was gone. No more Mom to tell me how men sometimes sucked and that I deserved better than someone who wouldn’t make time for me. That I would find the man of my dreams. He was coming for me and the reason why it didn’t work with anyone else. How soon I’d be cuddling up to the love of my life, and how the warmth of our bodies would feel good as we watched a favorite movie for the tenth time. Cuddling was the best feeling, and being held made my day. I was way less stressed and happier. Now I was just depressed and a wreck, relying on alcohol to take my feelings away.
It was hard facing loss like losing my mother and a break up on top, like everything had to happen at once. There were some days when I was fine, and days where I just gave in and sobbed. I picked up my pen and paper out of my apron and walked up to greet the guy sitting at the bar with his head down. I felt that way too, buddy. It’s been a long one for me. I feel your pain. People come here to talk with friends, meet up with dates, and even drink their time away--one cold glass at a time.
I went up to him and said, “Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?” In a friendly, cheery tone. It looked like he was already drinking based off the empty glasses on the table already there. I wondered where his server was, and if it was who I thought it was, I’d take over from there. This was my specialty. I loved dealing with drunks.
He looked at me with his soulful, chocolate eyes. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe, he was that attractive, and his hair was spiked too, like he had just gotten out of bed. He actually existed. Holy shit! The guy in my dreams. Fuck me. He is real, and I just can’t believe he is here in the flesh. All thoughts were thrown out the window, thanks to this stranger in front of me. There was a strong chemistry feeling there. I wanted to trip over my words and even bow to his feet. He was a sexy, mysterious guy. A bad boy edge about him. He had a chain on his pants and tattoos. Holy fuck, I’m going to just worship the ground he walked on. Definitely an upgrade and not a downgrade. My mind was blown; there were no words to describe how it felt, and I wanted him to kiss me. To get lost in his touch. In his smell, his scent. Him. To forget the world and just be in our own little one with everything else thrown out. Gone. Lost. Mine, because I can feel like he was. There was a reason why it never worked out with anyone else. He was the reason maybe it was meant to fail.
He smiled at me with the same expression and said, “I’ll have the strongest drink you have on tap. These ain’t shit. I need a drink that will make me black out drunk, since I want to forget everything. Girls are the worst. They will take you for everything you got and leave you for someone else. Someone uglier, like I meant nothing to her, and she wanted the Elite better. Like he is so much better than me. She was all I had, or thought I did. What was I thinking?” He rubbed his eyes, and they were red. Irritated. Probably from crying. Damn. I want to hit the girl who broke this angel’s heart. I would never give him up once I have him. He is sexy. I could eat a steak on him and do body shots and still want more.
I looked over at my ex, now trying to kiss and hug his fling, and he was snuggling with that girl. Like tiny daggers in my heart, and they are gone now. Nothing is what. I no longer feel hurt. I feel nothing but pity since he is going to do the same to her that he did to me. Then again, I just saw someone better looking, and he was right in front of me, crying over a spilled relationship like me. I wanted to just comfort him and tell him she was a bitch for letting him go. She didn't deserve someone as sexy as him. I want to mend his broken heart and be the reason he smiles.
I smiled at him, and I know exactly what he needed, and thought maybe I should make a drink for myself to take the edge off. It can help after a long day and drinking on the job wasn’t frowned upon; plenty of people come to work drunk. It helped take the edge off and made people more bearable to serve. Less prone to hitting table three that argued their shit needed to be rawer and less well done. Just smile and listen since you are too drunk to care anyway.
“Coming up, sir. I know exactly what you need after going through that myself. You are better off now,” I said. And I went back to make him a drink he would never forget. And to get a shot of my own so I could get through the shift without crying. He had just the right idea. Bars were notorious for getting over exes by drinking it away and picking up someone to share a bed with for the night. It was a quick fix but a slow process, which is why I was throwing myself into work.
I made my way to the kitchen, passing by servers and creatures needing to use the bathroom. I went inside the double doors, which was busy with everyone making food so the creatures wouldn’t eat them.
The alcoholic drink area was next to the vampire blood display which had various blood types and species. The alcohol area was my favorite area where I served drinks to patrons who loved me for it. They knew my specialty, too. There was even an area for ghoul food, too, with items like rotten brains alamode. Eww. Don’t get too close, the smell might just make you puke your dinner, or in my case, waste good lunch food.
They had all kinds of alcoholic drinks at the bar and on the menu. Then there were the spelled ingredients that were used for specialty drinks. The ones I used to add special stuff to the drinks. Drinks for luck, love, money, to attract a mate, and for heartbreak. I was licensed to serve it. There were even some hexes for enemies, too. I’d been paid pretty well to help out some of the rival packs in exchange for their help in the future. And even Rockie said to do it to protect his pack, to stop a war, and even to give a cheater what he deserved. Revenge. But my specialty was luck, love, healing, and attracting the good.
I poured a shot for myself with some absinthe and soother. Fuck feeling this shit. I needed a quick fix to take the edge off. And to serve the hot guy the best drink in his life, the one that will blow his mind. He deserved it since we all go through bullshit break ups to find the right one.
I took out a nice glass, and then looked at all the various alcohols to choose the best ones. I knew the exact combo to heal him and mess him up to forget the tramp. I only wished I could pour myself one, too. I grabbed the bottles and began to pour and mix: gin, vodka, absinthe, whisky, and a few herbs for healing and heartbreak like rose and honeysuckle, which would help him feel better. I knew it made me feel better. That and a hug from someone, but I didn’t want to push anything right now. Hell, a cuddle would have helped and would have comforted us both.
I mixed it all up and said, “Heart heal to love another and find the mate that you desire.” My eyes turned red, and I put my hand over the glass to spell it and give it an extra kick. A kick that would help him heal, and find the right person for him. It was me. I knew it was. Maybe we could heal each other’s hearts.
I took the glass, and went back to the bar where he sat slumped over. Poor guy, but it gave me time to admire his sexy attire. He was in a black silk shirt and black leather pants. It screamed badass. His arms were crossed as he looked ahead, so I put a napkin down and set his drink on it. He looked at it, then at me and smiled, “Thanks, I am not usually like this at all. I’m just going through a rough time right now. My day already got better by you serving me this awesome drink.” And he winked at me. Flirting. My heart jumped at it. He made my heart feel better and more healed than it used to be. I could finally stop feeling so much hurt, and the drink was working, too. Healing me for another. Possibly this perfect stranger.
The weird connection just hovered in the air, and it was a zing that made me want to jump him. I had to behave and he was drunk enough as it was. I couldn’t take advantage of that either.
I smiled right back and said, “I know the feeling since I have recently been going through a horrible time, too. It’s her loss and she didn’t deserve you. My ex was like that, too and he didn’t even have the balls to tell me it to my face it was a break up.” I looked over at the table. He was gone. Good. I didn’t have to watch her get fooled like me.
He took a sip and licke
d his lips. He loved the drink, and he smiled a heat-inducing, panty-dropping one. “This is so good. I love it, and it’s strong. Just what I needed, thanks. It’s also got a little something extra. Damn, just what I needed.” He put the drink down and went back to sipping it like it was the best thing in the world.
“You’re welcome,” I said. And I left him to enjoy his drink while I served a few vampires. It was an interesting shift. I was ready for a vacation since it was a blow to see my ex had moved on like that. We were only broken up a few weeks, and he moved on that fast. I must not have been the only one he was talking to, and maybe he was a unfaithful with the way he kept accusing me of cheating on him constantly.
At least I served a sexy guy-a win for the day. I was relieved when I served my last customer and it was time to leave at 5:30. I got a lot of tips, too. If only I could get out of there and get a restart. I needed a break from the shitstorm that was my life. I wanted to move on and start fresh. Grieve even, since I never gave myself time to mourn my mom or the broken relationship with someone who truly didn’t love or deserve me. Not at all.
Time off was something I needed since it had been stop and go, and I hadn’t even given myself time to relax as much as I should. Break ups sucked ass, and I would rather be shot then feel this kind of emotional pain. I couldn’t just get over it either, since he meant so much to me. He was all I wanted, and he didn’t even give us a chance. He said he wasn’t the one for me and that he wanted to end it because he was in love with someone else. The pig he flaunted in front of me. It was hard to deal with and still was, and I felt so far gone it wasn’t even funny. My thoughts turned to that stranger. I should have asked for his name. There was a connection there that I couldn’t explain. I felt like I could talk to him about anything.
I had vacation time coming up tomorrow, and I really needed the time off. I could do whatever I wanted. The sky's the limit. I could treat myself to a manicure and relax. Or, I could relax a little bit and have some of the wine I got on sale. Yes. That is what I will do since there is no need to sleep early. No need to even be up. Time to grieve and be alone.
I retrieved a glass from my kitchen to pour spelled wine in. I chose the one that was black and said, ”Wine is everything.” Wine might as well be everything since people suck. Relationships suck, and everything is making me want a drink. Being attached to creatures was the worst since it gave them the power to hurt you. I didn’t even want anyone close to me because of it. It hurt too much. It felt like it hurt still. My heart hurt so bad a part of me didn’t want to breathe. I wasn’t good enough. He didn’t even want to try either. He ended it. And it ripped me into pieces, loving him like that. He might as well spit on what we had, too. Time to drink my days away.
Other witches stayed in my apartment building on my street, so all my neighbors casted spells, and the feel of magic was often felt in the area. There were witches of all levels, and one with covens. It was very safe in this neighborhood.
I grabbed the wine called Lover’s Spell, one that contained roses and apples, trying to put healing into my life. My wine was spelled to help me heal and get me somewhat drunk.
I deserved a break after waiting tables a lot. I had saved up in case I needed it for emergencies.
After getting my glass, I sat on the couch, relaxing and turning on the television. TV while drinking wine was heaven. I took a sip of the delicious drink, and it was like heaven. Not better than sex of course, but pretty good.
Nothing was better than relaxing, but the loneliness was beginning to set in. Being alone was good at times, but there was nothing like coming home to the love of your life and relaxing with them. I also dreamt about a particular guy. And he was everything I wanted in my dream. Dark hair, dark eyes, and tattoos. And he came into the restaurant, and I served him a drink. He was my type! And I hoped he got home fine, unless he was still there drinking away. I didn’t blame him if he was. Heartbreak was a bitch. A really big one, capable of making someone a drunk for the rest of their life. It physically hurt to have it. And some people were so heartless that they hurt someone and didn’t even care how bad it felt. I let the tears fall again since I just wanted to get it out. It sucked it had to end. I was perfectly happy, then all this shit happened to me. Now I was a wreck.
I wore something nice but not too nice. I changed out of my uniform and took a long ass bath to feel warmth again. I even lit healing candles since I needed to destress and heal. I didn’t need to go anywhere, but the day was catching up to me. It was only 6:00 p.m. here. Time just seemed to drag when you had nothing to do and no one to spend time with. It sucked to be alone and feel like no one wanted you.
I had time to really unwind. I even begged Rockie to give me some time since I needed it. The break up and the loss of my mom was a grief like no other. I needed this time to myself to come up with a plan.
I was hidden from the witches thanks to a strong concealment spell. But it had a time limit, and it had lasted for a while so far. The wine was kicking in some, and I was sitting there watching TV, feeling sorry for myself and crying, when a crash got my attention. And there I was trying to enjoy my damn night, drinking myself to sleep. Let’s see what is going on. I caught a glimpse of red hair. I didn’t think. Instead, I grabbed a backpack with my book and ran out of there as fast as I could. Time to forget about the ex bullshit, since I was back to running for my life. There I was looking forward to drinking and watching TV until I passed out. My time off and something just had to go wrong. I was on red alert; it was time to think about survival instead of my aching heart. Fuck heartbreak right now. It wouldn’t do me any good if I was dead.
Chapter 11
The Killer Contract Agency Chapter 1:
First Agency Operative: Salina Sinclaire
It was the first day of school, and I was excited to start the school year with my cute boyfriend, Roger. His good looks made everyone jealous of me for having him before everyone else had the chance. He had brown hair streaked blonde at the tips, pretty blue eyes, and a sweet personality to match, which made him a good catch.
I loved his scorpion tattoo and his sexy, muscular body. I had been with him for over six months, and he made me happy, so happy that I wanted him move in with me. He opened the door for me, and called me cute names. He was a sweetie, sending me love notes, and walking me to my locker. He even had a promising future career in the military.
Things were going great.
The problem started when Laurice came into the picture. The first day of my senior year, she walked toward me with beautiful long blonde hair and blue eyes with an attitude that said she thought she was better than everyone else. I hated her from the beginning.
“Hi,” she said in a sickening-sweet voice. “I’m Laurice. I just transferred here. You must be Roger’s puny girlfriend. Don’t worry; he’ll be mine when the time comes. I doubt that you can handle a guy like him, anyway.” Then she walked away, and I glared at her retreating back.
A few weeks later, Roger came to my house to pick me up for a date. I wore a red dress that accentuated my body and made my eyes pop. My heart beat hard within my chest as his car pulled up in the driveway and he got out.
Roger was dressed in a tux, making him even cuter than usual. He smiled as his eyes traveled up and down my body. “You look beautiful today.” Then, his look turned sad. “We need to talk.”
It was never a good thing when a guy tells you that. My heart stopped, but I tried not to let it bother me. “Okay, what is it?”
He sighed. “I’ve been seeing someone else, and we’re in love. I want to move in with her. Let’s face it, you’re a side chick and we’re going to be apart for some time. I think I have more of a future with her, and she’s the reason why I haven’t been contacting you much lately.”
I glared at him. “I knew it. You look at her the way you used to look at me. You told me lies just to use me for a place to stay. I’m happy that you didn’t move in with me yet. Laurice had no issues about bragg
ing that she was going to get you, and that you told her you loved her. You told her that you would take her as soon as you saw her. You claimed that it was to get closer to me, and that you weren’t going to sleep with her, but you lied. You’re a jackass, trying to fool me into thinking that your brother is talking to me when it was you. Thanks for saving me from being stuck to a lying douche bag.” I didn’t want to go through this heartbreak again; it was as if I had just been shot to the chest. It was awful and bad. Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes. I cannot help it. I wanted him to stay in my life, but now I didn’t, since he was a lying, cheating asshole. I hated Laurice so badly that I wanted her dead.
He shook his head. “Laurice was there for me when you weren’t. I would rather be with someone who wants to stay home for the rest of her life. I was in love with you, but I love her more because she at least obeys me, and doesn’t argue with me the way you do.”
I glared at him. “I would hate to be stuck with you for the rest of my life. You’re such a drama king, blowing everything out of proportion. You have a horrible temper, and hit stuff when you’re frustrated. You told me to not put up a fuss in the morning, andyou’ve always tried to tell me what to do. I’m better off without you.”
A few months later…I opened the door to Southbend High School, and made my way through the crowded halls to my locker, where students were packed like salmon swimming upstream. I fought the current to get to my locker, dialed in my combination on the lock, and opened it.
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