30 Days of Undead Summer [Zombie Challenge]

June 19th: #MagicMonday

(Not exactly what I had in mind, it turned around toward the middle. Hopefully it's good enough.)

Deadly Deal

She sneered as she grabbed the things she needed from the rows of shelf. People these days, they wanted things, but could never keep up their end of the bargain. If there was anything she noticed lately, however, it was always the rich who thought they were above it all.

Grabbing the bag, she dropped it all inside before shouldering it. Dropping the coins on the counter, she left her heart weeping at the sounds of playing children. If only, she thought before tearing her gaze away.

Walking through town, she headed home straight for the basement. The coughing sound grew worse as she entered. Her husband lay in the bed, sweat glistening his forehead. She patted his head with the wet cloth that sat next to his bed.

"I...I'm...s-sorry..." he wheezed. His voice was deep but wheezy, yet she found a sick satisfaction in the sound.

"I'm sure you, darling."

She walked over the table, pulling out the things she bought at the store. When her husband saw them, he visibly winced. He knew what she was after now. His wife had once been beautiful and innocent, but deceits of men had turned her foul. Even he could admit he was one of them. After she embraced the hidden parts of her, no one was safe. When they did a deal with her, there was no going back. Either hold up your end of the deal or suffer the worst consequences.

He watched as she poured all the ingredients into a pot. It glowed an ugly blood red before the smirk covered her rosy lips. While she was still the beauty she had always been, her eyes were no longer innocent, but held a deeper truth, a hard truth.

The spell was complete. The mixture had been poured. If he still refused to hold up his end of the deal, he'd suffer. She had learned the hard way what trusting people could do. Her husband was naive as well, believing her to be the same woman he loved. He thought her feelings for him would cloud her judgment, give in at the first sight of his pain. Instead, she reveled in it all. He was just like the rest and so the rest he would be.

While her husband had received the first batch, she knew how to make it better. Already he had been sick for longer than she intended. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice. Grabbing a syringe, she moved toward him ignoring his protests.

"D-Don't." he pleaded which did nothing but add more to his torment.

After the syringe was empty, she kissed his sweaty forehead. "When I return, you should be dead. Take care, darling. Remember you're strapped in, so don't worry about your corpse."

~*~

Her client was a successful movie star, but she got into his place without so much as batting an eye. Though when she walked into the expensive house with giant size doors and windows, she knew he was in the stages of running.

Sucker. She should have seen it coming. It did seem like the type to try to run. Though with him tagged, by his very blood, there was no possible way of outrunning her. However, she had to give him props, he was going to try.

Turning toward the winding staircase, she went straight up to the top. Found him in the largest bedroom rummaging through the drawers.

"There are, Rob. I was beginning to think you forgot all about me," she said, kicking the door close.

He froze, staring in the drawer before turning around. Shaking in his palm was a silver gun, probably had a bullet or two inside if she had to guess.

Suddenly she made tisk noise with her tongue her teeth. "Now, Rob, you aren't going to try to kill me, right? You made the deal." Her eyes narrowed. "I gave you everything you wanted. Your talent, which I gave you got your house, your wife, and your kids. Though in the last few months you managed to lose the wife and kids. Not exactly my doing, but more your fault. I told you that a year and a half before it began to wain. You didn't come back. You didn't give me what I wanted."

Rob gulped, lifted the gun. "I'm not scared of you."

The smirk that rose on her face made his knees shake. "Are you sure? I think you are, but you don't want to say. The fact that you managed to kill not just your wife, but child too that means something. That is to tell you when to come back to me. I just want what you agreed to."

"What does my beauty mean to you?!"

"That's for only me to know. You certainly don't need it."

He shook his head and she sighed. "I thought you would be more reasonable, Rob. The last person I dealt with took my beauty and I promised after him, I'd take everyone else's."

Pulling out the small bottle, she broke it at his feet. A large gray smoke bubbled up under Rob's feet. He stared at her wide eyed before the smoke made him cough. As he struggled to breathe, she pulled out a leash with a grin. Suddenly her skin began to grow and the wrinkles that had dotted her eyes were gone. It was enough this time to hold it at bay, her aging. Her husband was an idiot not see past her walls but he wasn't like her, he wasn't born with magic in his veins.

When the humans had showed her their true nature, she fought back giving into her heritage, something she had pushed away her entire life. Once the smoke lowered, in its place was a rotting corpse who growled and moaned at her. Her perfect pet. Only thing he would crave, same as her husband when she returned, would be flesh.

They would never go back on a deal again.