The Devil's Death

CHAPTER ONE

Manchester, England 1985

'Wow! This place is just as magnificent as I've seen in the magazines,' said Gloria trying to enact an English Accent. It sounded almost perfect but it was clearly recognizable that she was not quite an English woman.

Well of course she wasn't! Gloria Lopez, a little over twenty one was a very beautiful girl from Navarre, Spain. She was a light complexioned girl with light blue eyes and dark brown hair. She was the definition of PRETTY.

She had a piece of paper with her and it read:

"Meadow Woods,

 Street Mayfair Park, 33 A Lane,

Manchester, United Kingdom"

She also had a tiny suitcase with her.

'I will have to take the bus oh lord!' the girl exclaimed once again with her fake English accent.

She had travelled all the way from Spain in a train and now she had to get into a bus to reach her expected destination. She had been waiting there at the bus depot for over fifteen minutes now.

'Ah! Even the bus stand looks so fancy. In this rich city nothing seems to be impossible!' miss Lopez cried out.

Surprisingly she was the only person at the bus terminal and it was already getting pretty dark.

Gloria was used to dark and it never effected her liveliness.

        A young man came walking towards her and sat besides her. He looked about thirty five. She stared at the young gentleman.

'He is GORGEOUS!' she thought to herself.

His face was partially covered by a typical English hat and he wore a long black blazer. He had pretty hazel green eyes and a long high bridged nose. Most relevant thing here was that he was tall. He was about six feet four inches. Such a handsome young gentleman.

'Splendid!' she exclaimed and the stranger was startled.

'I am sorry miss?? What'd you say?'   

'Oh it's nothing.'

The stranger observed her movements. He found her immensely beautiful. Her ocean blue eyes, her long brown hair and her beautiful facial features.

'May I grab your name young lady?' the stranger asked.

'Oh I am Gloria Lopez,' the young miss spoke.

'Gorgeous! I assume you aren't from here?'

'No, I am from Spain. I am here to meet my ---' she stopped.

'Yes young lady?'

'Oh it is nothing. I am here for some official work. What is your name?'

The bus arrived and both of them got into the bus.

They sat next to each other and started to talk about themselves.

'Harris'

'Nice name. You..uh..you are definitely English I am assuming so. Your accent--'

'Oh yes I am English. I work for a big company in Germany and I have decided to return to my hometown.'

'So you quit?'

'Eh No silly!'

'Then?'

'Not if the company is run by me. Can I then quit?'

Gloria was startled. She started laughing.

'God I knew it. Every person here is so rich. This country is simply splendid!'