Thirty minutes later I was throwing in a load of laundry. I'd already gotten ready and ate breakfast. After the washer was going, I went back to my room and started picking up the mess Lucifer made. That took me a little longer, but I finished. I studied the dresser and how exactly it was broken for a while to see if I could fix it.
It seemed two of the drawers had cracked fronts, one of the railings was shattered, and three of the little front sections between the drawers were snapped in half. All in all it wasn't that bad considering a vampire threw an angel into it.
What the hell was my life?
As much as I wanted to whip out a tool box and fix it myself, I'd never had to fix a dresser before and really didn't want to mess it up or fight with a bunch of slivers for hours. So I went to my phone that was charging on my side table and dialed my best guy friend.
"What's up buttercup?" Jack answered cheerfully.
A light smile touched my lips but not my eyes. "Hey, I was wondering -can you fix a dresser?"
"Uh...That depends. What's wrong with it?"
"Well," I crossed my free arm under my chest and tucked my hand under my elbow. "Douglas threw Satan into it."
Silence.
"Jack?"
"See, I'd think you were trying to be funny, but you're not laughing at your own joke so now I'm just wondering if the devil has horns or wings."
I huffed a laugh. "Neither, not that I could see anyway."
"Alight-y then." He said, just accepting the situation. "I can be over in like twenty?"
"Yeah, sure. Thanks."
"Yep."
I was trying to distract myself on my phone when Jack knocked once and walked straight in. So apparently Douglas hadn't locked the door on his moody way out.
"Hey, Mel." Jack said, already on his way to my room.
I hopped up and followed him. "Hey."
He stopped in front of the dresser and just stared as I sat on the edge of my bed and crossed my legs.
He tilted his head to the side. "That does look an awful lot like the indent of the devil." He teased.
"You'd be surprised." I said. "He looked just like a regular guy." I purposefully left out the white hair.
He dropped down on a knee and pulled out the first drawer. "What did Satan want with you? Don't tell me he's a vamper too?"
I blew a short laugh out my nose. "No. He's an angel. Apparently he felt what I did at the fundraiser and it peaked his curiosity."
"Huh," He huffed as he tore his eyes away from my underwear drawer, now on the floor beside him. "So what was Douglas doing here?"
I pursed my lips in thought and decided an honest answer was the best one. "He called in the middle of it so I enlisted his help fighting off Lucifer."
Jack looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. "You asked him for help? Yeah. Okay."
I gave him a look."I tell you Lucifer showed up on my back deck and me asking for help is the part that you can't believe?"
With a smile, he focused back on de-shelving the dresser. "Yep. Nice thongs, by the way." He added with a nod at the first drawer before he set another on top of it.
"Oh shut up. You know I wear underwear. What's the difference?"
"The difference is I didn't know you wore butt floss."
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The White Witch *COMPLETE*
VampireI'm playing a very dangerous game, or so I've been told. I've also been told to care more about keeping myself alive. But this isn't about me. This is about all the Humans who have lost their lives at the hands of a Vampire. This is about the Witche...