The Demons Collection

Ch.4

   Shelby was screaming internally. She was itching to take the Remington under the counter to shoot the bitch in front of her full of purified buckshot. Of course shed be in trouble she didn't worry about the pact, but shed get scolded by Ryan. Unacceptable. She could not stand his moral nagging on this and that. Sigh. Well bitch in question was haggling for a book that cost TEN MOTHER FU-!! Breathe she thought. Just breathe.Of course this bitch would haggle she's an embodiment of greed, Shelby thought she said she said a name if she did Shelby couldn't remember, nor did she care.

     "Helloooo~ are you listening?" said bitch, Shelby keeping her face from showing anything. The greed looked like a woman of 5ft4, long blonde hair (heh more than enough to tear and yank), slightly pale with fair skin (easier to bruise and watch, bruises of black and blue seemed the color for her), she had a cute dress though it was a pretty yellow color with a black lace ring on the hem with a bow on the back. What gave her away at being inhuman were her eyes green in color, but impossibly yellow and slit like a snakes.

   "Hey!" the greed said snapping its fingers, like getting a dog to look at them.

   "I'm saying this book is overpriced, be glad I'm even buying something from this shoddy pathetic excuse of an outhouse you have deemed to call a store." It was then Shelby decided to follow the whore when she leaves and the moment she leaves the neutral ground she will beat her brutally, heal her and repeat. This put a smile on Shelby's face

   With as sweet a voice as she could muster through clenched teeth "Fine ma'am will that be all?" she pushed through "Yes, I suppose" bitch said in a disgusted tone, the whore practically dropped the money on the counter scattering it so she would have to pick it up. It was $9.50 total. She haggled for 50 cents. FIFTY MOTHER@#%$%&. Breathe...breathe.

  "Bye ma'am have a nice day." The greed scoffed at her. Shelby watched for a few moments waited then once she was sure she was out of hearing range she yelled to Ryan that she was on break.

45 minutes later Shelby walked back into the store with a slight limp, a wicked grin on her face, and torn and tattered yellow dress with what could only have been blood.

Ryan was looking straight at her with an inquisitive eyebrow raised.

  "What, I liked her dress" he threw up his hands exasperated. She merely chuckled.