Priscilla

S1 ⭒ Episode Four

"Done a deal with the devil,
From a heart made of steel..."
♪ Deal with the Devil • JP.

I DIDN'T KNOW BABIES COULD BE CANNIBALS

I have a well established morning routine.

Without fail and without an alarm clock, I wake up every day at eight o'clock to the sounds of birds chirping and to the sight of Blue in my room with a freshly brewed cup of Coffee. Black. With two spoons of sugar. Just the way I like it.

He often brings it with a joke to start the day as he says 'on a good laugh.'

So, after I listen to a corny knock knock joke about boobs or some chicken crossing a road, I get out of bed.

I go to my sitting room, play whatever record I'm in the mood for, sit at my vanity, check the calendar, take out my baby curlers, and enjoy my warm drink while I wake up my brain.

Once I know what I have to do that day, I light some candles and do my makeup accordingly. I press powder into my skin, bat mascara into my lashes and brush blush over my cheeks.

I spend ten minutes teasing and securing my short hair into curls that swoop over my forehead, and I put on the same earrings I wear every day; a pair of diamond crescents from my mother.

I pick out a different pair of colored tights from my drawer each time, but I always wear black.

I spray on perfume, put on heels if my ankles are up for it, grab a pack of cigarettes and a coat, and I leave my room to take Chucky on his morning walk through Lovers' Valley.

When I come back, I kick off my shoes, lock my bedroom door, and I have breakfast with everyone once they're awake. My day goes on from there.

Then, Halen arrived.

He wasn't in the room when I woke up this morning to my pleasure so, I got to get ready like I usually did, without interruption.

Except, this time, when I came back from Chucky's walk... all of the furniture in my sitting room was rearranged, there was mens' clothing inside my coat closet, guitars mounted on my wall, and an animal terrarium where my Nefertiti statue should've been.

Infuriated?

Oh, that is the understatement of the year.

"You have got to be kidding me." I say out loud, staring into the empty cage in search for the disgusting creature I know is lurking around in there somewhere behind the leaves and branches and wood chunks, "If he brought a spider, I'm killing him."

"I hate spiders."

"Oh, god!" I jump at the sound of Halen's voice and I spin around when I feel his body warmth suddenly appear behind me.

"Give me a warning, Criss Angel. I—" I jump again when a small, pale and bulbous head slides over his shoulder and wiggles its' red two pronged tongue at me. Every muscle in my body tenses and I take a wide step back into the corner of the room as I gasp, "P-Please tell me that's not a snake!"