Exiled

Chapter 9: Decisions Made

A/N: I'm posting it right at 11:59. Even with the technical difficulties I kept my promise to post today.

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            I woke up in the morning feeling renewed and refreshed. I knew it was most likely from the demon blood flowing through my veins, lingering from my force feeding session. I felt so good I didn’t even care. I was just happy not to be in pain after everything that had happened. I got up from my bed and stretched then headed straight for my bathroom. I looked in the mirror and laughed at the sight. I looked like a hot mess. Although there were no physical indications of any damage done to my body the night before, my hair was all over my head and my clothes were terribly disheveled, almost revealing my private parts. I smiled at myself and winced at the sight. It was nowhere close to a real smile. I shook my head at myself. I stripped and jumped in the shower, fighting the urge to put it on the coldest temperature setting. The water rushing down and washing over my body was amazing. I was able to finally think straight. All of my thoughts organized themselves and came to me one by one in an order I could understand. It was finally time for me to think about my fate and future. It had been a long time coming, too long, which was proven by the events that occurred when Angel and I had arrived home. I had a choice to make and somehow the previous events had made a significant influence on my decision, not that I was really that surprised. I stepped out of the shower feeling hyper, truly refreshed, and relieved. I had made up my mind.

            I stepped to my closet. I decided on wearing a pretty beige sundress with some black stockings and my back ankle boots. I turned on my flatiron and flipped my bangs. I pulled the rest of my hair into a high ponytail before straightening it and neatly curling it. I brushed my teeth and applied some moisturizer to my face. I grabbed my black cropped leather jacket then left my room. I practically hopped down the stairs to the kitchen. I sat down at the island and looked at the chef expectantly.

“Surprise me,” I said to him.

“As you wish.” He nodded slightly. Before I knew it, I had a steaming plate sitting in front of me that held some turkey bacon, hash browns, a sausage patty, and some seasoned eggs scrambled hard just the way I like it. I smiled at Pierre then dug in. Halfway through my plate, Pierre sat a cup of freshly brewed coffee to the right of my plate. I grabbed at it and took a sip. I moaned. The coffee was delicious and mixed just right with creamer and sugar. Overall, breakfast was just amazing and perfect for the likes of me. When I finished, I washed my dishes… well I tried my best to. I had to wave off about three servants. As I was leaving the kitchen, I bumped into a very groggy and grumpy looking Angel. He just grunted and walked straight to the coffee pot. I rolled my eyes.

            I tried my hand at watching TV, but was easily bored, but I was also anxious. There was nothing good on. I didn’t really want to watch it anyway. I was just ready for night to come, so I could get Angel to bring me to the Underworld. I got up from the couch in my folded position and sauntered back to the kitchen. I took a seat in front of Angel. He looked up from his cup at me with a raised eyebrow. I shook my head at him and gestured for him to continue. I looked at his plate. My face scrunched up in disgust. I tried my best not to gag. He was eating real bacon. All the fat stared at me. I shivered in distaste for the stuff. I looked away from his plate in time to see him roll his eyes at me. I shrugged and put my chin in my hand. I stared at him until he got fed up, which was the response I wanted in the first place.

“What do you want, Saphira?”

“Gimme some money,” I said holding my hand out. I only wanted enough to be able to afford two dresses, one which would be for that night. I was going to make a trip to the Underworld to inform Nirva of my choice, whether to become a demon or not. I had finally made my choice. The other dress would be just for me, maybe for a formal outing or something.