The Eye of the Knife

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The New Customer.

Once I got back to the hotel, finally, I had the sticky sweaty closes, that seemed to cling to me like a second skin, pulled off and a hot shower running. The shower was the best thing in the world, the warm water running over my sore muscles after such a hard work out only made me want to stay in longer.

Half an hour later I was showered, clothed in a long T-shirt, and had my dried blond hair pulled into a high tight ponytail. I walked out of the tiny hotel bathroom and into my other room with the bed placed smack dab in the middle. I could afford to get hotel rooms that were suits, but I found that a waste of money seeing as how I wasn't in them for very long.

Once I was contacted about a demon problem, I would met with the person or persons seeking my help. They would then give me a run down of how the situation was, and how it was affecting the people around them. I would then leave to track the demons that were involved, see which rank they were in, and then dispose of them.

The thing about demons is they have ranks. Actually both Heaven and Hell do. God and the Devil were both the head honchos, followed by the next powerful then so on and so forth. That's how you got power, respect, wealth, and so on. It all came down to how powerful you were and how feared or known you are. If you are a nobody, then everyone in both realms will treat you as one; the commoners.

I grabbed my white Apple Mac laptop and set it on my lap. I had full intentions of checking my email and seeing who needed help next, then booking a flight to that area for the morning. But I guess my inner woman came out and I ended up spending over an hour on YouTube looking at random funny videos; most consisted of Christian Beadles and Jenna Marbles.

I got myself out of the YouTube induced haze and decided it was time to check the emails that were sure to have piled up. But first the growl in my stomach told me I needed food... now. Looking at the digital clock on the bedside table, the glowing green numbers told my that it was a half past ten. The kitchen should still be opened... right?

I picked up the ugly white phone beside the clock and pushed the button for room service. A man with an irritated voice answered the phone and promptly asked what I needed.

"I wanted to place an order for some food. Its not too late is it?" I asked in the most fake, nice voice I could muster.

The man let out an irritated sigh, and I fought the urge to scream. This is one of the reasons I hated people so much, hated to be around them. "Yes, you called the kitchen. Obviously you wanted some food. But no, we are still opened. It says the hours on the sheet beside your bed. Now what can I get you to eat, Miss."

I fought the  urge to call the man on the other end of the phone several different names in the book. Instead I decided to just order a turkey and mayo sandwich. This guy had no idea all that I could do to him with just one flick of my wrist, so I wasn't going to waste my time on him. I hung up the phone without any form of goodbye.

Turning my attention back to the laptop that was now beside me, I flipped it over to see how hot it was. Finding it cooler than I expected, I placed it back on my lap. My email pulled up smoothly, and I was able to see that I did have a new email from someone named Jamie Smalls. Quickly, I scanned through the message she wrote, saying how she thinks that she has a supernatural problem. She indicated that her kids have described the creature as 'evil' and 'pointy'.

Definitely a demon I though as I continued to scroll through the letter she wrote. The rest of it basically told me how much she would pay, that she lives in Oklahoma, and that she wanted me to 'Come as soon as possible (ASAP)'. I rolled my eyes and typed my coded response to her.

I will get on a flight tomorrow morning. I will call you as soon as I get to town so that we can met up somewhere. From now on I will contact you. I told her a little more about how I would have to know more about the particular demon that they have, do a walk through of the area that seemed to have the demon, then go do some research before I expressed of the creature. With that I gave my signature of just a simple M and closed out of the window.

Not even a minute after I did, there was a knock on my door. I groaned and swung my legs over the side of my bed, making a face as my bare feet hit the ugly green carpet of the room. The knock sounded again, this time louder, and seemed to echo in the small space of the room. I groaned some sort of "I'm coming!" but it probably sounded like a weird language. It was actually possible that I said that in another language, I am fluent in over five; English, Spanish, German, Latin, and French.

I opened the door and was met with an extremely handsome man on the other side. He held a sliver try in one hand, the other poised to knock at my door again. He was dressed in the black and white cooks uniform, and his captivating sky blue eyes seemed to be locked onto my brown ones. The dark brown hair framed his face well, and his cheeks had a slight pink to them, which only added to his attractive-ness. I moved my gaze down to check him out further. I guessed that he was about 5"11' or maybe six foot. From his arm that was holding the plate, it was obvious that he had nice toned muscles throughout his chest.

 He held out the plate to me, bringing me from the haze I had been in. I knew that he knew that I had been checking him out, but he chose not to show that he knew. "Here's your sandwich, Miss. I'm sorry that Rico had to treat you the way that he did, he had just had a long night."

"Thank you" I stated taking the plate from him hands. My ankle was starting to protest about the weight of the door being on it when the man turned to leave. "Wait" I called out, my mouth working before my brain. "What's you name?" I silently wondered why in the heck I had just asked that when he opened his mouth to speak.

"Steven." He said in that velvety voice of his. His name didn't match his physical features. Odd.

"Is that your real name?" I questioned switching to hold the door opened with my hip instead.

"No" he said with a shy smile. "Why? Does it not fit me?"

"No." I answered as i pushed the door opened wider hoping the would get the indication to enter the room. When he didn't I asked, "When do you get off?"

"Well... you were the last person I had to deliver to. So now I guess."

I had no idea why I spoke the words that came out of my mouth after that, but something in the universe must have wanted me to say them. But when they came out of my mouth, I sounded way more nervous than I had intended too.

"Do you want to come in...?"