A Match Made in Hell (bxb)

Chapter One: Holy Water- Now in Grape!

Chapter One: Holy Water- Now in Grape!

I loved the city. The energy of so many people, so much sin, made me feel like I'd just swallowed a glass of sugar water. No one here could see the small horns sticking out from my hair, and if they could, they wouldn't care.

No one here cared about demons. The humans were worse.

I whistled as I shoved past the crowds of people, some cursing at me and others too busy on phones. Despite having to stretch my figure just to reach 5'6, I didn't have to worry about the crowds. If people wouldn't let me shove past, I'd ust stomp on their feet. Foolproof.

It was almost a shame to reach the hotel. I scowled, spotting a large neon sign advertising bottled holy water.

New grape flavor! It broadcasted.

"Yeah, right," I muttered, scowled. Once people added pollutants like flavoring to the water, the most it did was give demons rashes. It took pure holy water to give the burning affect. And drinking holy water? What did they think would happen, it would burn me to touch their skin?

No. Not even close.

I shoved open the door to the hotel, being hit with a blast of warm air. I grinned. At least it was warmer in here.

"May I help you sir?" A voice droned monotonously from the desk. A young woman, not even bothering to look up from her book, was manning the front desk.

"I have a room." I said, walking closer. "Under Ren."

"Last name?"

"Just Ren."

She rolled her eyes, setting her book down and typin into the computer. I glanced down at the cover of her book.

Twilight. Why am I not surprised?

"Room 19B," She finally announced. "No pets, no smoking."

With that, she tossed me the keys. I caught them, walking to the elevator. Did she say what floor it was on?

Eh, I'll figure it out. She always did.

Seven floors besides the ground floor. Twelve rooms on each floor. How many rooms? I scowled. Too late for math.

I pressed on the first floor. Cue the stupid elevator music. Why does it take so longer for a stupid elevator to go up one floor?

Ding.

I got off on the first floor, looking around. The first door number I saw was 1A.

Oh. The first floor was probably all the A floors. Which meant the second floor probably had all the B rooms.

I turned to get in the elevator, then scowled. According to the panel above it, it was on the top floor.

I sighed, pressing the up button and waiting. My foot tapped against the threadbare carpet that reminded me to much of her, and I half considered just breaking in the door to a room down here and staying the night. I had work to do after all.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and I hopped in. Just in the nick of time, too.

I tensed as I felt the nearby presence of an angel. Luckily, as I was sent to my floor, the feeling went away. Angels stood out in New York.

I found my room easily from there.
Luckily, it was all prepared. A letter had been snuck into my pocket a week ago, sending me on a mission to the big apple. Once I locked the door behind me, I took out the letter to reread it.