Anastasia sighed. She was back in her room. It was close to midnight, and Ella was already asleep. Looking out the window, Anastasia began to cry. Her new life was great, but what about her old one? She missed her friends and family. She missed going over to her parents house for dinner every Sunday. Most of all, she just missed being home. Anastasia heard a click coming from the doorknob. She sat up quickly, her tired muscles screaming in protest. The door slowly opened, and an ominous white hand flicked on the lights.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA". Ella screamed so loud that her family back on Earth could probably hear her. Blinking her eyes and squinting, Anastasia looked back at the door, only to see Kat. Except, Kat was all dressed up. She wore a long sparkly black dress with a halter top and a huge slit up the side. She had stilettos on her feet, long white silk gloves on her hands. Her hair was in an intricate bun and her makeup was movie star worthy. Ella and Anastasia just stared at her like she was crazy. Kat smiled her trademark evil grin. She said, "Girls, its time to go to a party." Before she snapped her fingers and they all flickered out of view.
Ella gasped as they reappeared, and as she took a step forward she almost tripped over her dress. Hold on a second, her dress? God, what was she wearing? It was a long. Pale blue sheath dress with a sweetheart neckline. Ella felt her hair. It was perfectly curled. Before she could reach for her face, Kat stopped her. "Ella, you are wearing makeup. The three of us ladies are going to infiltrate a fancy party. I'm sure Anastasia can behave herself, and as for you, just don't touch anything or hook up with anyone. Okay?". Ella could only nod. She hadn't been to a fancy event since her senior prom. "Let's rock this bitch" Kat declared as she pushed open the doors of a fancy NY skyscraper.
As they walked past the bouncer, Kat began to scan the room. She casually walked over to one of the numerous waiters and grabbed a flute of champagne. Ella looked over Anastasia and shrugged. "When in Rome" she declared and grabbed some alcohol too. Kat stopped and nudged Ella and Anastasia. "Over there," she said quietly, pointing to a handsome black haired guy in a tux. "The one with the blonde chick." Ella's heart pounded in her chest, and she almost dropped the champagne. Kat continued speaking.
"Anastasia, Ella, I want you guys to flank him, don't move until my signal.". Anastasia nodded and moved off to the side, but Ella could barely breathe. Kat turned her head sharply, and cursed under her breath. "Ella, what's wrong, we are in the middle of a mission here, I really need you to pull it together here girl." All Ella could do was point at him, at the familiar black haired man in the white tux. She could barely whisper. "That's him". She croaked. "That's the man who killed me, and now he has my sister."
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Purgatory
FantasyKat is a demon. Well, was a demon. Maybe still is a demon? Everything gets really confusing when you end up in Purgatory, thrown out of hell by Lucifer himself, who isn't actually that impressive. OK, I suck at writing summaries. At least i tri...
