Devil Eyes

Work

Edgar rushes down the staircase, lugging his suitcase behind him. He smiles with glee as he sees the exit and charges through it.

Just as he does, James rams his arm against Edgars upper chest so hard that he flips over it and lands on his stomach.

Edgar wheezes as he looks up at a frustrated looking James.

He pulls off the over coat of his shirt and angrily throws it to the ground.

"TWO THOUSAND DOLLAR SUIT. FULLA SHOT GUN PELLETS!"He shouts at the groaning man.

"Now there's two ways you could do this mate, I drag you down to hell myself- or you could off yourself. You've got exactly 60 seconds to make a choice."James says.

"Come on man! I've got a family!"Edgar whines, making James huff.

"Then you shouldn't have sold your soul for drugs and money."James says.

He taps the tip of his foot against the ground twice, and watches Edgar scream out as he is engulfed in flames.

Souls of the damned, the looked like flaming skeletons, had began pulling Edgar more into the flames as he wails out.

And then he was no more. Vanished, into the black top as if he had never been there.

James huffs, looking at the newly disturbed ground.

"I need a coffee."

...

As he enters the coffee shop he watches and envies the human reaction to coffee. As a demon, a soulless husk, your denied certain little pleasures of earth, taste, smell, and more, so as you don't begin to envy the living.

Too late for that. James doesn't remember much from his human life, but he sure as hell remembers the taste of coffee. And he missed it.

When it comes to his turn he stammers a bit.

"What'll it be?"the barista asks.

"Oh, u-um just a tall black coffee."he says, adjusting his sunglasses.

"Oh, an English accent, what brings you to the us?"she asks with a smile.

"Work, yeah. They have me running all over."he chuckles.

"Well, I sure hope we get you in here more often."she smiles as she hands him his coffee.

"Thanks"he smiles as he turns around.

He instantly feels a chill run down his spine and he instantly looks back. He follows his gaze till he meets what have him the chills.

"An angel"he thinks. "She must be an angel."

It was a girl. Her hair was very short, styled somewhat like James'. She was small, with a small figure. She was drinking a latte and typing away on a laptop.

James had never seen an angel before, he had heard horror stories about them. But she was so beautiful. Suddenly she begins to slightly wheeze, and then rolls her eyes as she picks up a tube from the back of her chair, setting it against her nostrils and having the tube run behind her ears.

"Hey."the barista says.

He looks at her.

"Her name is Lucy. You should go talk to her."she says with a smile.

He looks back towards the girl called Lucy. He walks over to her and she looks up, flashing a welcoming smile.

"Hello"she says.

"Hi- um. I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, I saw you from across the way."he says.

"Oooh a euro boy. Lucy."she offers a handshake.

"James- Jimmy."he politely take the handshake.

"Have a seat with me Jimmy, tell me about yourself."she says.

"Ah, well what do you want to know?"James asks.

"How old are you?"she shrugs.

"86"he shrugs.

"No way."she chuckles.

Oh right, don't let people know your immortal.

"20. I'm 20."James chuckles.

"Ah me too! Okay, one more question."she says, sitting up.

"Hm?"James asks.

"What's with the sunglasses inside?" She asks.

He instantly gets nervous.

"I...um.."he says, making her smile.

"May I?"she asks, reaching for his glasses.

He flinches and clears his throat.

"Hey, it's okay."she chuckles.

He huffs and gives her a small nod. She gently pulls the glasses off his face, and hers turns from smiling to somewhat shocked.

The side of his face was mangled, and scarred. His milky white, blind eye followed his other one as he looks away from her in embarassment.

The scars were much more noticable without his glasses.

"Oh wow."she says softly.

"Can I have them back please?"he asks softly.

She quickly hands him his glasses back. He puts them on and huffs.

"I'm sorry."she says.

He shakes his head.

"You've done nothing wrong."he says.

It's silent for a moment, and then she stands up, lifting her shirt.

"Whoa!"James says looking away.

"Look."she says.

He takes a glance and notices a tube hanging from her stomach, along with a number of surgical scars.

"This one is from my lung surgery, this one if from my heart surgery, this one is from my gallbladder-"she says.

He chuckles a bit, running his fingers through his hair.

"I'm. I was mowing a lawn when I was 18. Hit a patch of shrapnel."he says.

She smiles.

"Hey. That's badass."she says, playfully poking his shoulder.

He chuckles.

"Well, it was great talking to you Jimmy. Same time tomorrow?"she asks.

He shrugs.

"It's a date."

......