Torn

Ch. 8 Jambalaya

Abigail's POV

It's finally Saturday!

I am have putting the finishing touches on my project. I really think I have done a terrific job on it. That Alastor was an interesting and horrible person. I did enjoy listening to his show on the records.

I plan on turning it in on Monday. Professor Smith told the class that if we turned in our projects on Monday instead of Friday, he would do his best to give us our final grade by Friday. I really liked that idea otherwise I would have to wait until after graduation to know my grade.

"Have you finished your project about me?" A static laced voice comes from behind me.

Startled, I turn around to only have a bad headache hit me. I closed my eyes from the pain. When I opened my eyes I see the demon in front of me with a big grin.

"Hi Alastor. Yes I have finished early," I say while claiming myself down.

"I am sure you will get a top grade on it my deer," the demon says with gentle smile.

"Well, I feel confident that I am getting a pasting grade. So, where are we going today?"

"I have seen how hard you have been working so we will stay here. For dinner, I will cook my mother's jambalaya. I figure it would be a nice change from that cafeteria food and that process stuff you heat up. I guess you can pick a movie to watch since that is how you relax."

Wow. That's nice of him. I do remember what he said last time at the end of our last outing but I will still keep my guard up.

"That sounds nice. Do you have any movie preferences?"

"No. I really don't watch TV. I prefer a good book," the demon replies as he goes into the kitchen.

I walk over to the TV and start looking through my movies. What would a demon like to watch? A lot of my movies are cartoons, and I don't think he would be interested in any of those. Maybe the old Zorro movie would work. My fingers get to Nightmare Before Christmas. Perfect! I put the movie in the Blu-ray player and I noticed a wonderful smell coming from the kitchen.

I go into the kitchen to see the demon cutting up vegetables. He must have used his snap magic to make them appear.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" I want to be polite so I figured I would ask.

"Yes. You can cut up and dice the onions," the demon says pointing to the onions.

"Oh. You just want to see me cry don't you?" I say with tensing smile.

He looked up with a concerned face that quickly changed to an amused chuckle. I guess he thought I was being serious since I still getting use to him.

He waves a hand over the onions and they glow green for a second.

"There, my dear. Those nasty onions should not make you cry now."

"Ok. Thanks. Having magic really makes life easier doesn't?"

"It does but all magic comes at price. In life, I had to give sacrifices to the voodoo spirits for my power. One of the reasons I become a serial killer."

"Do you still have to give the spirits sacrifices still?" I ask in a nervous voice.

"No. I gave the spirits such great sacrifices in life that they allowed me to keep my power in the afterlife. That power helped me become the powerful overlord that I am today," he said with pride.

I give him the diced up onions and he adds them to the pot. He adds a few spices and takes a taste. He dips out a small spoonful and turns to me.

"Try this, please. I want to make sure it's not too spicy for you."