An Undead Rebellion (Sequel)

Open Door

The sky outside was a hazy purple, with dark looming clouds. There was no sun, no moon, and no stars. I had to ask Reaver what time of day it was, and he said that it was afternoon.

 Where Reaver lived was an apartment complex, it seemed, a row of tall, dark brick buildings lined up together tightly with overhanging roofs and curtained windows.

The streets were made of stone and I saw no cars as we walked. Of course we could just pop in to his mother’s- Astrith’s house, but he wanted me to see some of the town.

It was more…normal, than I expected.  What I really expected I couldn’t say, but this wouldn’t have been it.

I wished I had shoes though, and a pack of cigarettes.

“I have a question?” I said, glancing over to Reaver at my side.

“Yes?”

“You said red hair was common amongst demons. So, how come you don’t have red hair then?”

A moment passed before he answered. “It’s a vanity spell.”

“What is?”

“My appearance,”

“You mean…this isn’t what you actually look like?”

“Quite different actually,” He stated.

“So, why do you wear it?”

“Vanity spells are used often by demons, especially when traveling to another realm. We like to keep our business in other realms secret.”

“Can I see?” I blurted out. “I mean- can I see what you look like, really?”

A slight smile came onto his face. “If you’d like, of course.”

A red mist fell over him, and just as quickly it disappeared, leaving a completely different image in it’s wake.

I stopped mid-step- my eyes wide.  Not just because of the magic, but because of how he looked. It was completely different than how I was used to.

 He stopped too, facing me with a smile on his new face. “You look surprised.”

His hair was drastically different; lighter, a strawberry blonde, but with more red in it than blonde, and in loose curls that swept back artfully.

His features were sharper, more long and angular, his jaw was less square and his cheekbones were more pronounced. His eyes were blue; bright and stunning.

His skin was pale as snow and went with his hair color delightfully well.

And he had dimples.

“You-you look so different.” I uttered. “You’re…cute.”

A small laughed escaped him. “Was I not before?”

“Not like this.”