Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Second to the Devil


“What do you think?”

The Count set the glass on the table. He narrowed his eyes at cup like it had just insulted him. Josette watched as he pushed the shot away.

“I think you’re trying too hard.”

“You use to like it when I tried hard.”

His lip turned up slightly for a moment. It was the rare smile from the devil. The hundreds of years they had spent together it had only been seen maybe four times. She felt truly blessed. She pulled the shot towards her and finished it off. Waste not, want not her mother would have said. At least she was pretty sure someone’s mother probably said it, once, maybe.

“I thought you were quitting the hard stuff?” he said, giving her a scrutinizing eye.

She gave a slight sneer at the empty glass, “I thought you weren’t?”

Things hadn’t always been this way. There had been a time when they were gods or maybe monsters, or maybe both. Once there had been no need for such niceties as glasses, no use for the subtlety of human games, but that time was long ago.

“You’re clinging to the past, Josette.”

The past?

She could remember it to the beginning. The very first day still clung newly to her mind.

 
The year 1458 Josette was twenty-five years old...

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