Hell Hath No Fury Like the Devil's Daughter Scorned [NaNoWriMo 2013]

Chapter 4: Humans

Dedicated to BaiNEOtherName for being my second follower - how did you find me? Regardless, thanks!

The car pulled to a stop in front of a two-storey house with white picket fences. “We’re here!” Cayden announced cheerfully as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

Hastily, I unbuckled mine and stumbled out of the car. Since Hell didn’t have similar transportation vehicles, I was unprepared for the ride. Gripping the fence, I threw up my dinner onto the grass. Oria hurried over and patted my back as I vomited.

“Are you alright, Kela-Keela?” Oria asked.

“What’s this, you’re carsick? I thought you were stronger than that,” Jeremy said, a smirk on his face.

Seeing that smirk on his face made me want to slap him. Instead of sympathizing with me, he had to laugh at me! But I resisted the urge to do it. After all, ladies never use physical violence - unless their safety is threatened, which was unfortunately not the case here. Ugh, for someone so good-looking, he was one hell (pardon the pun) of an insufferable mortal! I had to settle for a lethal glare at him, which appeared to have no effect on him. Jeremy merely smiled and walked by me, not bothering to lend a hand. I should’ve vomited on him and not on the grass!

Cayden came around and looked at me. “Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, a concerned look on his face. “If I’d known that you were prone to carsickness I wouldn’t have driven that fast...”

I had no idea what this so-called ‘carsickness’ was, but I couldn’t ask it without sounding weird and stupid. Although, I did have an inkling that it was related to feeling unwell in cars, which was what I was experiencing now. “I feel better now,” I said.

Looking down at the grass, I grimaced at the sight and smell of my own vomit. “Sorry for dirtying your grass, though.”

Cayden gave me a weird look at my last sentence and passed me a packet containing what looked like white paper and said ‘tissue’. “Go ahead, use it to wipe your mouth. And don’t worry about the grass, it’s just grass.”

Pulling a sheet out, I used what the humans called a ‘tissue’ for the first time. In Hell, I used handkerchiefs instead of tissue. Not knowing what to do with it, I asked Cayden, “What do I do with it after I’m done?”

Cayden gave me another confused look. “What do you mean? You just throw them away. Don’t you know how to use tissues?”

I shook my head. “At home, we use handkerchiefs,” I explained.

“Wow, I didn’t think there were people our age using handkerchiefs nowadays, it’s so old-fashioned,” Cayden remarked.

I stared at Cayden curiously. I didn’t know that young humans these days did not use handkerchiefs anymore. Perhaps Hell needed to keep up with the times? I made a mental note to suggest it to Father if - no not if, when - I returned. Little did I know that tissues were considered one of the least technologically advanced items that these humans had in this age.

“Anyway, are you better now? We should go in and you can rest inside,” Cayden suggested.

I agreed and together we crossed the threshold of his house. I was holding my breath, in case his family was religious and had their house blessed, which would mean that Oria and I couldn’t enter their home. Thankfully, nothing happened, and the house at a glance did not seem to hold any religious items.

The interior of the house was at once pristine and homey. The walls were painted white and a sort of light purplish-blue color alternately, with some photographs hung up onto one of the walls. Taking a closer look, I noticed that the photos were of Cayden’s family - strangely, a human woman who looked old enough to be his mother was shot with two different men, one dark-haired and one light-haired.