My Fiction Fix #01

Writing Idea #56: Devil's Elementals

Devil's elementals

CHAPTER 1

The strong, salted scent of the BBQ thrumming outside, with Ashton and his closest friends making what appears to be quite the feast, his eyebrows are pinched in concentration, while it's Evander Sinclair's silver irises that are alight with incredulous laughter, beer in hand and the lot of my brother's friends laughing with him.

Ashton Carter, my douchebag of a brother that was a solid eight years older, at the prim age of twenty-six. His blonde hair grew darker, where mine stayed platinum blonde.

I watched the only girl of the group switch on a mix of vegetables in a pan in the kitchen. I stay seated on the couch, the television on but my drawing pad in hand.

An intense vine that I've been detailing for a while now, "Alexandra, we need your help out here." Ashton calls out, he's been my designated father for seven years now, since he was nineteen and I was eleven.

Our father died of lung cancer, mother died of an overdose not long after. I move silently outside, the smoke almost suffocating me. I lean away from it, watching as the sausages were stacked up and the women brought out salads. Greek and potato, clearly prepared separately

I was sadly in my final year of high school, dreading the moment I'm going to have to return to school, not next week, but the week after, when the break ends, "Juice?" I hear behind me, nodding with a mumbled thanks, Dean Ramsay lowers my juice in front of me.

Ashton glances over, he frowns, "You look tired?" He wonders, raising an eyebrow.

"Bad dreams." I mumble, leaning my elbow on the table, Evander's body heat was a sudden jolt to the system, I hadn't even realised he was seated next to me.

He raises an eyebrow at me, "What kind of bad dreams?" He asks me.

"I'm not claustrophobic, yet it's always like the walls are crashing down on me. Like you're lying in a coffin, it's sealed tight with no essence to breathe, nothing to see. It's pitch black and ice cold. Cold enough for a corpse. I'm deep in the dirt, the underground masses that was so solid, you can't imagine the distance you are from the surface and breaking out means getting swallowed up by the dirt. Like I have to find another way out, and I can't ever find it." I murmur, telling him the truth.

Evander blinks at me.

It's Miranda who gasps out, "Honey, that's quite morbid." She says to me.

Ashton purses his lips next to me, "Very specific too. What sorts of movies have you been watching, kiddo?" He asks me, serving my food on the plate for me.

I frown, "I don't watch horrors that much."

"What have you been reading then?" He asks next.

I purse my lips, "None of them had that kind of a scene, Ashton." I grumble.

He sighs in defeat, "Well, drink chamomile tea before bed, you'll lack the brain power at school with your inability to have a good night sleep, hmm?" He murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hairline and rubbing my shoulder while I roll my eyes at his words, not bothering to tell him that I was already doing just that. They spoke of work, whatever that was, while I ate. Ashton told me he was a professor of some kind, at a school that was a good hour away from here. In fact all of them were, but Ashton and Evander was involved in physical education, hence why I had the self-defence knowledge of a karate kid, because their training was part of their lives, engraved even.

After dinner, I helped with the dishes as usual, glancing at the television every time I turned, my muscles ached, I was tired today. The home phone rang, making me sigh and grab it, "Hello?" I ask on the other end.