The Witch and The Original

Chapter 1

                 As I run down Bourbon Street in New Orleans chasing a demon, he rounds a corner down an ally that was a dead end. He stops looking for an exit. When I approach, I get a better look at him and see that he has shoulder-length brown hair and blood-red eyes. He was wearing all black, from his jacket to his shoes. I raise my hands, freezing him; with a flick of my wrist, I unfreeze his head so he can talk. 

"Tell me what I want to know and I might let you live."

"Go to hell witch," he said

I give him an annoyed look and sigh 

"See, that's not what I want to hear," I blow off one of his arms. He yells in pain, "I'm gonna give you one last chance. Where is Belthazor, also known as Cole, in his human form." He stayed quiet, staring at me; I raised my hands to vanquish him.

"Wait!!" he yells with fear in his eyes.

"Where is he?" I say with a smile on my face.

"All I know is he often hangs out in the French Quarter in a bar called Rousseau's." He says, his voice cracking. "But he will be in his human form, so good luck trying to find him" He chuckles as he says it with the biggest smile. I raise my hands and blow him up as he yells.

"NOOO!!"  his scream echoed off the buildings.

I drop my hands to my sides with frustration "shit,"  I walk out of the ally and look around at the passing locals, hoping no one has seen what happened.

I started heading back to the hotel I was staying at, but somehow I got turned around and had to ask for directions. Once there, I pulled out my key from my pocket to unlock room 203. The first look walking into the room was the queen-sized bed directly in front of me, with a floral comforter that looked like spring, so many flowers and colors, and the carpet was a light orange that looked like it had come out of the '70s, the dresser was to the left of me with a flat-screen T.V. the only thing they improved in this room it would seem, the bathroom was to the right.

I head to the bathroom to shower; as I walk, I kick off my black and white Convers. I wiggle out of my hip-hugging boot-cut dark blue jeans and underwear; as I reach the bathroom, I pull off my basic v-neck black shirt and unclip my bra. I go to the shower to turn it on and adjust the temperature. I slowly walk to the mirror and look at myself, my long brown hair just below shoulder length, straight as aboard. I stare into my brown eyes and think, 'for 300, I look pretty damn good.' I tie my hair into a high bun to avoid getting wet, step into the standing shower, and close the glass door. I stand under the hot water to loosen my shoulders and neck muscles. I grab the soap and start washing my shoulders and arms, then my breast, letting the soap run down my flat stomach.

Once I finished, I turned off the shower, opened the doors, and grabbed a towel to wrap around me. I walk back into the room and go straight to my travel bag. I pull out a pair of underwear, slip them on, and hop into bed, cause who wears pajamas to bed anyway? By this time, it's dark out, so I get up and pull my phone out of my pants to check the time. It's 9:30. I fall asleep rather quickly, considering the workout I had chasing down the Demon.