| dead reckoning (0006) |
[22 Sep 2009|02:18pm] |
elise groaned to herself in the shower. she had made the mistake of drinking herself to her own little oblivion the night before, which caused her major headache. it was a monday morning, her least favorite day of the week. elise had made the mistake of going to college five days a week, but it also helped her get out of the confines of her two-bedroom house. she only had her classes for a few hours, demonology and anthropology. the subjects interested her, but the classes were boring as hell.
elise suddenly snorted as she turned off the water from her shower, getting out of the tub and drying herself off with a towel. that hell pun had amused her more than it was supposed to. then again, she was in fact rather easily amused by such puns. she was bracing herself to go into her kitchen, as she went to go and grab her clothes after drying herself off completely. elise got dressed, brushed her long hair, and then brushed her teeth. after she turned off the lights, she went down the hallway slowly and uneasily into her kitchen. when elise went into the kitchen to eat her daily breakfast and get her daily nicotine, she yelped, almost falling flat on her ass in the kitchen floor from the practical heart attack she had just now gotten.
"jesus christ," elise squeaked when she saw the sight of the person sitting and staring at her. "hugo, what the fuck are you doing in my kitchen?" she asked the handsome demon sitting there, not caring that he was there and she was possibly going to hell anyway every time she f bombed and thought the thoughts every single second of every single minute of every single day of the year. hugo was a blonde haired, sea green eyed beauty for a demon, looking as if he were in his thirties, who rather enjoyed gulping down her coffee, and also teasing elise. on this day, hugo was wearing a suit from the 1960s, and a card on his forehead, as he drank the coffee and calmly smoked his cigarette. "for starters, jesus christ is not to ever be mentioned around me ever again. i hate that fucking asshole. and secondly, i was actually watching you shower naked before i popped down into your kitchen to drink your coffee," the brutally handsome demon told her. normally, elise would be freaking out on hugo, but she kept staring at the card on his forehead. "why is there a card with friedrich nietzsche on your forehead?" elise asked him, blinking several times in a confused way. hugo's upper lip curled in an amused expression. "it's better to explain the rules of the game that involves said card on the forehead," hugo said. for a demon, hugo had an amazing german accent. how odd it seemed to elise.
"you pick a well-known famous or fictional person, and write that name down on the card. the card is passed face down to the left and the person without looking at the card licks the back of the card, placing it on their forehead. if the person who got the card guesses the name correctly, the others have to drink their alcohol. you and i should play over the weekend," he told elise, his eyes suddenly darkening at her. elise suddenly cleared her throat uncomfortably, and walked over to one of the kitchen cabinets, opening the door with both shaking breaths and shaking hands. she grabbed a coffee cup out of the cabinet, and shut the door, only to scream and drop it. the other handsome demon, wicki, had popped up in her kitchen out of nowhere. 'don't talk, don't talk, don't talk,' her own mind continuously chanted.
when it came to wicki, elise could be very well easily seduced by the demon in one second flat just by his own voice. to elise, wicki with his short brown hair and amber eyes, holy literal hell he was gorgeous. it was wrong for her to think that, but she wasn't ashamed in her mentality to think that. she was only ashamed to admit it verbally. today, wicki was wearing a similar 1960s suit to the one that hugo had on. "don't do that shit," she said, and silently sucked in her breath as she heard his deep voice start. "oh. i'm truly very sorry, elise," wicki said apologetically, picking up the pieces of the shattered coffee cup, putting them in her trash can, and walked over to one of the kitchen chairs to sit down. "the boss is fucking pissed at you again, hugo," wicki said to hugo. "at least i showed her a good time, wicki. and she's not going to be pregnant. just because they're virgins doesn't mean he gets to have them all," hugo retorted back, getting up and walking over to elise.
he blatantly, and purposely, touched elise on her back to show her the many different ways he could violate and defile her on her own kitchen table, two of them with both wicki and himself before getting the salt shaker and more coffee, as he saw her put her hand to her mouth, her eyes widening. he had a sudden smug look on his face from the look on elise's face. hugo finally took the card off of his forehead, and put it in his pants pocket. out of nowhere, the demon started shaking salt into his coffee. elise pulled her hand back down, looking at him in disgust. "what's with the salt in the coffee?" she asked him, as he continued shaking salt into his coffee. hugo stopped shaking salt in his coffee to look at elise. "does no one else use salt in their coffee?" he seriously asked her and heard wicki's rumbling chuckle. "you horny moron. that would be sugar. not salt, not pepper, and certainly not garlic," wicki said bluntly to hugo now. "well i can't help it if i like the fucking salt in my coffee," hugo retorted back.
elise suddenly heard lux's voice out of nowhere coming from her living room and started using every swear word she could think of. "i hid that fucking key in my dead potted plant this time!" she squeaked out now. "goddamn it. you two need to go," she said, hoping they would disappear. elise was panicking to the point of hyperventilation. lux would be asking all kinds of questions about the two demons if she saw them sitting there. elise saw hugo and wicki exchange smirks and then look back at her. "actually, we planned on meeting this friend of yours... lux," wicki said in his german accent, with another smirk on his face, this time extremely amused. "you're such an asshole..." elise started, and then stopped when she heard lux's voice getting louder and saying her name, which made her widen her eyes. lux was about to meet elise's two demon friends.
lux stopped in the doorway, her jaw slowly dropping. it took a little bit for lux to remember that she was here to visit elise before they went to the college. "elise, pardon my french, but why the fuck are there two guys in mad men suits sitting at your kitchen table?" she asked elise, shocked. they obviously weren't fbi agents, but goddamn if they weren't good looking. the girl who was preparing herself for a zombie invasion with a machete in her car trunk would find out from hugo, not who, but what they were. "we're demons," hugo said with a straight face to lux, knowing that she probably wouldn't believe him at first. "i'm a basterd," lux retorted sarcastically back at hugo. "you may not be a demon, but you're a really handsome german," she said seriously and suddenly swore out of nowhere when hugo was right in front of her.
"we're demons who were also basterds in world war II," wicki told lux simply. "oh my god," was all lux could say as she attempted to keep her breathing even as the blonde haired demon was standing five inches away from her. "killing thirteen gestapo soldiers was almost as fun as fucking around with your mind... lux," hugo told her quietly, his mouth suddenly forming into a smirk before turning around and sitting back down. he knew he had put the nastiest, filthiest mental images in lux's head to mess around with her and fuck up her entire day. he continued to shake the salt into his coffee and started laughing at the disgusted look on lux's face. "for starters, what the fuck at the salt? and secondly... oh. oh shit. if you were a basterd," lux started. "hugo stiglitz and wilhelm wicki at your service," hugo answered, confirming it. "how are you guys even demons?! what? i can't even fathom this idea, even if you guys are literally hot as hell," she said, looking at elise with a look that made her slightly cower.
"you shouldn't be anger at elise for not telling you. she had her reasons, and you would have never believed it until hugo would have confirmed it. plus you would have allowed hugo to have his way with you," wicki said next, but chuckled when he heard lux scoff. "is that so wrong?" she muttered, turning red in the face when she looked at hugo who had suddenly grinned in an evil way at her. "well, we don't impregnate women, ever, but we do start very... how shall i put it? ah, yes. very taboo, copulation with females, such as you two. wicki would especially know," hugo told lux, and saw elise flash a very embarrassed look on her face. the girl had already had a drunken tryst with wicki, and hugo had automatically known about it. he was just that damn good for a demon to know those things.
"donowitz is a demon, as well. only an angry, idiotic demon who rather enjoys messing around with anyone who owns a vagina," hugo said next, even blunter than his last response. "whoa, whoa, whoa. donny donowitz - the bostonian bear jew himself - is a demon? what the shit? you two never brought that up when i had to find out about both of you occupying my fucking home," elise said angrily, but also was shocked. "because you never asked," wicki mocked her. she suddenly jumped when wicki was in front of her out of nowhere, her breath hitching when he gently grabbed her face and started whispering in her left ear. "would you like to play that card game on saturday night? hugo and i could get both you and lux drunk, while i could later have you on your knees, on all fours, in your bedroom being violated in every which way, and you would be enjoying it. i know how you are, elise," wicki told her, and pulled away to see her face even redder now, her breath shaky. wicki started pulling on a smug look on his own face. he knew she had mental images of what could possibly happen.
"lux, would you like to play the card game hugo and i played in the tavern on saturday night? alcohol and a card on your forehead," wicki's deep voice said in an amused way. both hugo and he knew how saturday night would turn out, and it was only monday.
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