CupcakeQueen

Deal with the Devil

Jessilyn was a taken back by the statement that he would be staying for a little while. She just couldn't face her parents with a demon looming around her, or go out in public with him hanging around her. At that moment, when he started pecking on the glass, she could see the flames in the mirror. It gave her inspiration at that moment. She ran out of the room and to her supply closet in the master bedroom. She grabbed a box that contained her acrylics, oils, and pastels and grabbed a cotton canvas and her easel. She dragged her supplies into the living room and set up her work station, grabbing her palette and acrylic oils out of her wooden box and began setting up the blues, whites, reds, yellows, blacks, browns, and whites. She could see painting a demon who was intrigued by mirrors, but it was even better to paint a demon using a mirror to contact the devil himself. She began painting the outlines, hoping he would not mind that he was her subject matter in the painting.

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She turned to head into the kitchen and grabbed a broom and dustpan. She hurried back into the living room and began sweeping up the salt. She broke the lines, allowing him onto the plane of Earth. "So I take it that you do not mean any harm to me, right?" she asked, continuing to sweep up the salt. She felt that she was more calm than others would have been. Maybe it just hasn't sunk in yet. She did just make a deal with a demon. If she had any clue as to what she got herself into, she probably would have never made the deal with the devil's minions. She looked back up at the blue demon, almost feeling somewhat concerned that he did not return back to the underworld. "Are you staying in my life?" she asked, sweeping the salt into the dustpan. She began walking back into the kitchen to dump the salt into the garbage pail. She turned back to face him, folding her arms across her chest.

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"A willing replacement?" she asked. She could see a way around that area, but still, the choice to sign away her soul to a demon is still a hard choice to make. She gripped the quill in between her fingers and dipped the quill in the gauntlet of blood, tapping it against the rim to make sure the excess blodd wouldn't ruin the parchment. She glared at the parchment, and read the fine print of her desires being granted for the exchange of her soul. She tapped the quill's feathers against her cheeks, feeling the soft suppleness of it. The choice was a hard one to make, but at the same time she wanted the be a somebody. The only thing she wanted more was her parents approval of her lifestyle, and with the desires that he could grant, she would be able to do just that. She touched the quill to the parchment, and began signing her name at the bottom.

Jessilyn Nicole Baker

She had no idea what the fuck she just did.

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Derek was astounded by her defensiveness. It didn't seem like she was angry with Derek himself, but she was just protecting herself from the blunt question that had prodded her privacy. He couldn't think of what to say when she was jumping onto him, but knew it was not a good idea to do what he did. As she turned, he did in-fact notice the scar on her throat. That was when it clicked to him. He knew her. He had seen her as a young child on national news. She was the one who escaped the clutches of the serial killer, and lived to tell the tale. He tried to recollect on the memories of himself as a young cub. The werewolf tribes all over the world was searching for this serial killer because he was very close to revealing to the world about the existence of the supernatural. He was close to having the supernatural beings in the world hunted and thrown onto autopsy tables with their insides pulled out and examined. This girl was lucky. She had survived the signature of her attacker. He would never had known who she was if the serial killer had been just a regular mundane human. He only knew of her because of the fact that the person who took her as a young child, was a vampire. He could finally make sense of it all. The looming darkness that is surrounding her aura is the experience she had. Her life had changed that night and it would never had been the same. Did she know he was a vampire? Did she actually see what he was? Would she forever hate the supernatural? He didn't know any answer, but he wanted to find out. But why would she share this story with him? If she dared to breathe a word about her real name or anything about the truth of her life, the U.S Marshals would snatch them up and place them somewhere else. If there was one thing he knew about tracker vampires, it was that they don't give up on their prey. They would scourge the Earth to find them. Derek ran after her. "Krista! Wait!" he called out for her. She needed his tribe more than she knew. She needed him.

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Jessilyn was taken back by the actual demon itself. She had no clue that the ritual would have this affect. She didn't know for sure that the demon would just present itself the way it had. Her heart was beating miles a minutes. The thought of having her desires granted was mouthwatering. The thought of being a somebody was too wonderful to pass up. But then she started to think of the consequences of her actions. If there were real demons in the world, then surely there was a hell. The thought of hell made the hairs on her arms raise. She turned to face away from him, and started breathing fast and deep. "Oh my god- what have I done?" she asked aloud, pacing back and forth throughout the living area. She really don't know just how bad she fucked up. She couldn't comprehend what she had done, nor did she actually believe it would work. She didn't want to sell her soul to the devil, but on the other hand, she wanted to be somebody in life. She wanted to prove to her parents that her time in college was not a waste of money or time. She looked back up at the blue demon. She could feel the room spinning, and could feel herself become dizzy. She shook the feeling away and stepped forward, deciding on whether or not she was royally screwed. She needed to make a change in life, and she was going to start with the biggest sacrifice of her life. "Before the contract is signed, I would like to know your terms. In exchange for becoming a world-renowned artist, is there any way we could barter on your price?" she asked.

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Name: Jessilyn Baker Age: 24 Profession: Bachelors Degree in Art Appearance:

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Biography: Jessilyn was born into wealth. Her parents were the owners of many hospitals in the area, thus she didn't need to worry about money. Her parents put her in the most advanced schools, and gave her anything and everything she could ever want. She grew up spoiled rotten, along with her older brother, Adrian. Her brother went to college for Administration, and successfully completed his degree. Her brother ended up running hospitals along with his parents. Jessilyn decided to go to college and get her master's in art. She completed a bachelors degree, and is taking online classes for her masters, although she still has to appear at her college for other classes. Jessiyln began her career at 23 as a 3-Dimensional Sculpture, and worked on many installation, never having any of them bought from museums or private collectors. So she began to do paintings, which she found easier than the installations, but found them to be more time consuming. A year later, she asked for a job at her parents hospitals as an interior decorator, but her parents would not budge on giving her a job. They were disappointed that she chose a profession that was hard to master. Her father told her the only way to become somebody in New York was to strike a deal with the devil. So later that night, she would preform a ritual.

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Derek watched her rush out of the classroom. He grabbed his things and followed her to her locker. Something had this girl spooked in life, and it didn't seem to be healthy or safe for her. He walked up to her as she pulled out the math book. "What are you so afraid of?" he asked bluntly. He stood next to the locker and stared her down. "i can understand not wanting to talk about something big in your life, but whatever it is that looms around you is something dark. It's something that is killing you inside, Krista."

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10 Minutes Before-Hand Jessilyn walked up the metal staircase outside the building her apartment was in. She was careful to walk on the ice of the steps. The snow had been coming down since yesterday, and it was a horrible blizzard. Her fingers felt raw and ached with a cold pain. She huffed her warm breath into the gloves she had on them. As she reached the outside of the 2nd floor of the two story building, she pulled her keys out of her pocket, sliding her apartment key into deadbolt, and unlocking the door. She headed inside the apartment. Although she had no funds from her artwork, she lived off her trust fund set up by her parents. With the way her life was going, her funds would run out by this time next year. Her parents would not pay for her to go to Art School, so she had to use her trust fund they had set up for her since she was a baby. Her trust fund consisted of $100,000. She used the majority of it to pay for her college. at $10,000 a semester at the most proficient art college in the world in Paris, she was down to her last $20,000. Her one bedroom apartment itself was $800 a month including all utilities. She had her $110 insurance bill on her paid off Dodge Charger a month, and the rest was for gas a food. She set herself up a $1,000 monthly budget to make her funds last for at least 20 months, but she knew it was just an estimate. In real time, she wouldn't last more than a year before going back to her parents to be sent off to a Business college for four more years. She shook her head at the thought and walked into the apartment. It was a nice apartment, considering the price for rent. She walked onto the hard wood floors. To her right was a sectional couch that slid along the wall away from the front door and against the wall on the right. In front of her was a hallway that led to her room and her master bathroom, and a wall that separated the kitchen and living room. She hung up her gray jacket on the coat rack hanging on the wall next to the door. She took the plastic bags full of supplies she had purchased and walked to the middle of the large living area, dumping everything out into the floor. The contents included salt, incense candles, black charcoal, a silver gauntlet, and a knife. In the floor, she draw an eight foot diameter pentagram in black chalk, and poured salt in a circle around the pentagram, as to trap the demon inside of the pentagram after summoning it. If it was a demon who could not fulfill her desires, she would not allow it to enter her life. She placed a candle at each corner of the pentagram, lighting them and then turning out the lights. She kneeled into the middle of the pentagram and placed the silver gauntlet into the middle of the star. She took the knife and wrapped her hand around the blade, pulling it out of her hand quickly and feeling the blade slice open her hand. She pulled her hand into a fist and squeezed hard, watching the blood trickle into the gauntlet. "I am calling for a demon to grant my desires, and offering my physical body in return," she said. She stepped out of the pentagram, to see if her ritual had done anything. The pentagram itself was a portal and if there were any demons there to grant her desires, she would do as much as she could to get what she wanted.

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He nodded at her remark. She seemed to be withdrawn from everything, but holding it in. He turned back to face the teacher and wait for class to end. At the end of class, he would ask her what is on his mind. His curiosity was killing him. She seemed to be hiding something, which so did all people. But this dark scent that surrounded her aura just screamed something bad was heading into her life.

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He shifted in his seat, turning more towards her. Somewhere quieter he could believe. There was nothing quiet about this town. He wasn't even sure if she knew of the nightly curfew. "I'm Derek," he answered her. He just knew she was a curious individual. He never wanted to understand someone before. "You picked one hell of a town to settle in," he commented.