Angeline is just a Kyle’s General Store worker. When she goes to her local witches shop she gets a surprise – a guy with wings. Not just any guy, but the one in her dreams. … something greater than just your average retail worker.
Another day done of this job from hell at Kyle’s General store. The hot water of the shower soothed my sore muscles, but it did nothing for the goop that ran off me in clumps going down the shower drain. Clumps of negative energy residue left over from the customers at my job. The shit that gets sloughed onto me day after day of working in a man-made prison of manual labor. Or hell. A hell I have to endure to hide from the thing chasing me: Next Star since I was stupid enough to fall for their bullshit. They don’t want to help people they want to hurt them. Supernaturals who have no place for themselves came to them. They turn them into slaves, and I refuse to be one. Already escaped a horrible relationship I don’t need to add slave to the list. Not me. Next Star can kiss my ass. I’m not going to be experimented on like that to find out who I am. I hid so they can’t find me.
Supernaturals don’t deserve to die since I am one. I don’t know which one though. I have been hidden for six years as a retail worker, and it slowly kills me.
God I hate it there! I hate the stupid shitty customers assaulting my mind with impatience, anger, hatred and fear. Their negative energy can make an awesome day into a bad one. I have a few good customers that make my day, and one asshole can ruin it all. Someone bitching that we are not able to work on their watch since it’s one that Kyle’s doesn’t carry. One guy made me want to punch him in the face since he was an asshole about it. Some even treat you like you are an idiot like this one dumbass was treating me like I didn’t know what a facial brush was when I don’t even work in the area. And another bitch was on her cell phone trying to get me to show her where the under armor was when I showed her twice she was in front of it. The customers think we are idiots.
Of course, I do have botanicals to combat their onslaught. Day after day is spent folding clothes, and serving customers at the jewelry counter. Kyle’s General Store’s customers are like bees buzzing in my head; Some are impatient pieces of work. They treat you like you are trash just because you work there, and work retail.
It is just a continuous stream of bullshit and misery. Seeing their looks of pity makes me sick. It’s like they feel sorry for me working retail when I need a job-Or, until I’m found out again. People say be grateful for a job, but even if that means being called names day after day it’s all good? No way! How can I be grateful dealing with people who complain about everything? Six years of my life. My apartment helped me get the independence I need, and this job temporarily sustained me. Still doesn’t keep me from thinking there is more to life than drinking till I fall asleep, and working retail dealing with idiots who need help to read.
It was a bad breakup, and I still have to see his stupid car around. It sucks I can’t blow him up. All the times Austin tormented me with every new girl he brought around to make me jealous. He was such an asshole and always criticizes me for working retail. Then he acted like he was such a god’s gift to women. More like I feel sorry for whoever falls for his act. He treated me like shit, and criticized me all the time even made me cry on Valentines Day. And then made me feel bad since we didn’t get his car when he came back from his deployment. He wasted my time, and cheated on me when I waited a year for his ass. I met him at Next Star, and was brainwashed. Sure, he was good looking dark hair to his shoulders, dark brown eyes, tan with a scorpion tattoo on his arm. He had a built body, but he was a cocky asshole who loved to hit on women and claimed to screw a lot and wasn’t very picky about the girls he had sex with. A douche to me. I loved the fact that he was a part of Next Stars soldiers who got supernaturals to the base. Until I realized I wasn’t special to him, and that I was a number on his belt. He is dead to me so he should just leave me alone already, and stop stalking my place of work. He brings in some whores of which he ignores and tries to shove his relationship in my face.
I am a cashier, apparel, shoes, and I answer the phones while helping in the fitting room, and take the keys to the jewelry counter when needed. It changes from day to day depending on where the idiots need me. I just wish I had a better way of dealing with the people and their emotional states. I wish I knew a way to control it to the point where it does not affect me. I dried off after my shower, and got dressed in a nightshirt and pants. I have to have this god, awful job. I hated it since I don’t get paid nearly enough to deal with their emotional crap. I say screw it and pour myself a drink. It at least calms me down, and makes me forget about everything. It doesn’t help that the customers look at me like they feel sorry for me just because I have a job.
Supernatural creatures came out of the closet years ago, and it was amazing when the first vampire appeared on television fangs bared for the world to see. They are real, and I’ve never seen one up close. It would be neat to meet one. Better than the dumbass human customers I deal with on a regular basis.
I turn on television to make time go by faster. My life is boringly human and despite my abilities I can pass for a normal person. Not hard either, just act like a sheep and bitch over things I can control. Guide idiot customers to items in front of them, and let them treat me like I don’t know what a belt is like they think I’m dumb even though I have a Bachelor degree.
I’m an empath. I can sense emotions and even influence them. It can come in handy at times especially when calming a bitchy customer.
Customers can be horrible and an example is a lady with greying hair, blue eyes, and an self-righteous attitude said, “It ran out of energy and it will not go very far.” She was referring to a motorized scooter. The whole time her eyebrows moved like they had a mind of their own. Blah…Blah…Blah…All white noise as far as I was concerned. I walkie the guys in charge because I doubt I could lift it. The guy sat down in the electric chair, and turned it on. And guess what? It worked. Miracle.
Trusting some customers to tell the truth is like making a rabid dog behave. And you can’t say shit without being fired or complained on. I flip through my notebooks, and they tell it all. The complaints, situations, and same managers who treat you like your a slave riding your ass ragged, and my novel Tales From Behind the Counter will tell it all since I might as well write about it while I’m at it. Especially the horrible managers Rebecca and Clare. It’s all getting old though, and boring. Same old shit different day. Managers ride their associates when company comes. Then again Rebecca and Clare are gone, and I could not be happier. That doesn’t stop the stupervisor from wrecking everything.
My favorite show is on called Hard Ass Pawn Shop, and the customers on this reality show are more outrageous than the idiots I have to deal with. I doubt I could handle the way they are yelled at. It makes me weep for humanity. I watch the show for hours since a marathon is on, and finally fall into a dreamless slumber. The quietness of sleep takes me after I stop worrying about dealing with idiots tomorrow, and the alcohol makes me fall even faster asleep. Too bad I drank too much.
Or, I thought I had gone to sleep. I am now in a forest with green trees, and a cloudless sky. I looked around the place, and a white light appeared before me. It sparkles and changes shape into a guy. A very sexy guy with short dark blond hair, spiked, and the prettiest blue eyes I have ever seen. Built too, but he was not ordinary guy since cream colored wings are sticking out of his back. It didn’t matter since the moment I saw him I forgot everything, and nothing really mattered except him. He is all I can think about. He is all I ever wanted, and I knew he was mine since I’ve never felt that way about anyone before. Weird. He is the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen, and made me forget about my ex douche.
He smiled at me and said, “We will meet again my angel…” Then he disappeared. Damn it come back….
I wake up the next morning disappointed it was just a dream, and all I want to do is go to sleep, and see the cute angel again. The angel who is my other half, and knows me better than anyone else. I feel drawn to him, and if only it were real instead of a dream. I knew he was someone special in my life, but reality brings me back to the fact that I’m alone and in a dead end retail job where the only way up is to ass kiss. And to the ex-Austin who puts his new bitches in my face, and he has actually ignored one of them and he was smiling at his phone so probably cheating on her with another. He isn’t a good catch since he is a loud mouth douche with baby mama drama. His family was the worst by giving me hope when there wasn’t any.
I have to go into work though anyway to earn a paycheck as shitty pay as it is. At least until I don’t feel like hiding anymore. Or, I don’t feel like taking Salem, my stupidvisor’s shit. He is a nasty asshole, and enjoys torturing me. Saying I should show up like I’m a slacker, and taking vacations every chance he can get leaving me with a mess to deal, with not even bothering to tell me what’s going on. Treating me like a dumbass. Everyone hates him like I do. ‘Pick it up, go faster, move with a purpose.’ Sorry I don’t have superpowers, and I hate doing five departments at once. They give us too much in too little time.
I get up to shower and dress in my slave uniform. And I take Tylenol for my headache since hangovers are the worst.
Black pants, and a red shirt with a stupid name tag. Angeline is my full name but I put Angel for short so they don’t have to say my full name. I even put on makeup and accessories. My shift starts in a few hours leaving me time to ponder. 12:00-9:00 today! Before I do anything I put on my crystal quartz, and program it to block the signals of the brains of the many customers that walk through the doors of Kyle’s General Store. Even block it from the other employees’ brains. I know how they feel.
Kyle’s General store is a store that also has groceries, as well as shoes, jewelry, accessories, clothes, and various departments that deal with the home. I don’t go to the grocery side till the 2:00 shape up. It’s off Surrey road in a rich part of town, and the customers can be snobby.
I get a move on to go there dreading driving on Surrey road the main one in Crystal Crest which is run by psychics. Music blares from my stereo drowning out the annoying noises of cars, and trucks with drivers too big for their britches.
I can feel people in their cars like pulsing mounds of energy with emotions buzzing like bees. People are angry, sad, mad, and happy while driving their cars to wherever. I grab my opal ring on the black rough dashboard, and put it on the metal making their energy even duller so I cannot feel shit. I hate feeling people anyway, and I have been dealing with this since high school.
These stones I am wearing will give me the energy I need to block the crowds on Black Friday. It’s November the 25th, and since I don’t have anyone to celebrate with I don’t mind working since it will help me take my mind off things.
Today is one of the busiest days in retail besides the day before Christmas with people itching to get their hands on the latest gadget, television, tablet, and deals they would not normally have every day. I get to the parking lot amidst the crazy drivers, park my Karcano, and turn off the car. I sit there in silence and close my eyes. Shielding the emotions to block it all out.
I imagine my body’s aura around me, and surround my whole body with metal like a tower blocking everything out. I imagine a rock around my body, and it enables me to fully block out everything. Nothing can get through except for my own thoughts in my head. I don’t want to feel anything for the next few hours from people. I can read minds as well as feel their feelings.
It really sucks when I am folding clothes and a random thought pops up that isn’t mine.
Fully prepared I walk through the door of the crowded store. I see the front end registers already busy with customers shopping with carts full of goods. People checking out, and the beeps of ringing of the items as they are being passed across the register scanner.
“Hey, Angel you finally made it?”
I smile when I heard that voice since I know who it belongs to all too well.
Kalisa Stryker my light at the end of this shitty retail tunnel. She is also my best friend, and one I can vent to at a bar at the end of a long, shitty work day full of assholes.
“Yep, I did though I wish I hadn’t since a nice customer went and messed up my hard work…”
Kalisa has wild auburn curls, yellowish green catlike eyes, and green eyeshadow with a poison Ivy leaf at the end of her corners. She even has cherry plump lips that will make guys fall to their knees. She is pale like the full moon shining brightly in the sky. She does not take shit from anyone and she loves people. She always has a smile for me, and any man dumb enough to fall for it.
I have been friends with her since elementary school, and I really love the fact that she is not a mindless Kyle-kissing drone. I swear some of the employees must have sucked his dick to get the promotions they got. Or, Salem did to get to be promoted to stupidvisor. The dipshit.
“Good. We need to stick together on the battlefield with zombies scrambling for sales.” She said.
Her eyes widen when she sees the mess the customers left, “Fuck me. The piggies are out more today. That is the sixth fucked up pile of items I’ve seen.”
I smile sadly, “It won’t be the last on this hellish day.”
We begin picking up the pile the customers tore through like a lion through a gazelle. I hate it when they do that. It wastes my time when I have to pick up every individual piece, refold it, and put it back neatly then it’s messed up all over again.
Awesome day! I just hope I don’t have to watch the phones they are a pain in the ass more than anything. Apparel people are trained to watch phones since it is apart of the job. As well as putting up stock, putting things back, and watching the fitting rooms and phone. The only reason why phones can be a pain is because sometimes people don’t answer the phones in their department, and the customer gets mad at us. Everything is my fault just because I work there. My fault period.
I get everything done in an hour, and it is still crowded as I fought my way through the horde of people. People are getting mad over not getting a pair of jeans since we ran out the ones mentioned in the ad. Oops.
I really wish I was somewhere else because the energy they give off is hard for me to deal with when it is beating down on me like an echo in the room.
After I was done the supervisor Emma found me amidst all the craziness. The supervisor is a woman with long brown hair to her ass, wide black eyes, and pale skin. She wore the uniform that curved to her body versus fought it like mine always does. She had an earpiece in her ears connected to the walkie to listen in on idiot managers. She is actually one of the good managers who loves her job, unlike some of them who sit there and bitch. Some don’t do jack shit to help their sales associates. She smiles at me, and it was the wicked one that told me that one of my worst nightmare is coming true. “Since you’re done with that task I would like to have you man the jewelry counter with Dreama since she needs help while Jasmine is on her lunch.” She gives me the keys, I take them from her. The little metal keys opened the cases, and it means showing the zombies the merchandise. I mean customers…
I smiled at her even though I wanted to kill her. I hate the counter as much as I hate the register. Kyle always hangs around the front and hollers when there is no one at the counter.
“No problem only an hour right? How bad can it be?” I said using fake enthusiasm. I make my way there only to see it is already busy with non stop humans at least they found all the items since they did not have it earlier. Great! Thanks bitch for making me face the firing squad or stared at like a zoo animal. Dreama spots me her blue eyes sparkling like I saved her from dying. Her long black hair in a ponytail curled to her back, and she is tan from the beach. The uniform is perfectly molded to her body like a second skin making her curves stand out.
I got the extra keys from Emma, and head behind the counter to tag team with Dreama to thin the lines down. I service a few people by showing them pieces, and ringing them up when they are satisfied. It is not too bad things are going well until a guy comes up to the counter and asks, “Can you put a battery in my watch?”
I take the watch and examine it noticing it is not one of the brands we carry inside the store. We don’t take the batteries out unless we carry since a customer can sue us if we break their watch.
I regretfully say, “Sorry, sir due to liability issues I cannot open this watch since we don’t carry it in store.”
He glares, “You have done it before that is why I knew to come here.”
“I can’t open it since it’s not a brand we carry.” I repeat since this asshole is not getting it. And since watches have been broken before I’m not doing it.
He glares, “Then get me Kyle.” As if he can make me work on it when I’m not getting fired over an asshole’s watch.
“I’m here already sir since I saw you yell at one of my associates like a jerk.” He replied appearing out of nowhere like managers do. Of course, there is always the talking of the walkie up close also the jingle of keys can be heard too.
“Now what seems to be the problem?” He asked in a friendly tone even though he is a ruthless douche that fires without warning.
“Well,” he gave a glare my way as if I killed a puppy, “This worker refuses to open my watch since she says and I quote ‘not one we carry’ and due to liability issues. I just want a battery for my watch…” He gives Kyle wide eyes as if he can get his way…
“Unfortunately, it is true due to an associate messing up a watch that we did not carry. We had to pay for it to be repaired.” He replied apologetically.
The customer sighed, “Then how do I get it fixed?”
“Go to the mall I’m sure they have plenty of places there.” Kyle informed him.
“Okay, I guess I will leave.” Then he left the counter.
I service several more customers, and Jasmine comes back. She is a pretty caramel skinned woman with smiling brown eyes. She has long charcoal locks that seem to have a mind of their own. She comes up to me, and I hand her the keys then go back to my section. Thankfully.
But Emma finds me yet again and said, “The lines are too long, and you and Jasmine are needed at the front.”
Noooooooo! Oh the horror! Not the front registers!
I walked up to the front noticing the ones in line are glaring at me like it’s my fault the lines are long. They always seem to look at the sales associates who are putting up stock when they are waiting in line with such venom just because they are not up there servicing their every whim. The lines are now so long they are past the counter, and some are getting so impatient that they try to check out at another register like the jewelry, electronics, or sporting goods. I go to a customer service manager to get the dreaded register number since they are numbered 1-40 it is a big store, and all lit up thanks to Black Friday.
The customer service manager Melissa who has long, wavy light brown curls, and light brown eyes that can see right into your soul since she is suspicious of everyone. She wore the uniform like it was a second skin. She had the attitude to direct cashiers as if they were soldiers going into the battlefield against an army of mindless shoppers. They are mindless since they have glazed over looks in their eyes shuffling the shopping carts. I make sure she spots me, and resist the urge to hide in a clothes rack so she can’t see me I’ve tried that already and it failed. . I get my register assignment which is 5.
I plaster a smile on my face, and imagine them dead. I get up to the dreaded register, punch in my keys and yell, “I’m open.” Even though I know some of them will ask if I’m really open with my light on. They advance like zombies to my register taking merchandise and putting them on the rotating belt.
One bitch says, “Bout damn time I have been waiting forever!”
Aww…you had to wait poor baby!
I grab her items, and pass the barcode over the scanner hearing the beeps as the items scans. Then after it beeps and appears on the screen time to bag!
Fruits and vegetables are together. Dairy is separate as well as meat since meat can leak out everywhere contaminating everything. All the crushed items go in a separate bag like bread and chips. I always put eggs in a separate bag and give it to them. Lastly, no mixing chemicals with food either since you don’t want them to get mixed up and spill on something. I double bag wine and cans. Some people have particular bagging preferences, and I ask it so I won’t get yelled at. This job is easy, but the customers can make it more difficult than it needs to be.
I try to talk to the customer in front of me as I bag her items. But I get done, and then tell her the total. Even though I’d rather be anywhere but here checking out people.
“Ma’am your total is $179.28.”
Her eyes widen, “You can’t be serious I thought it would be less…”
“Taxes make it higher to keep the creatures at bay, and we wouldn’t want a werewolf eating the dogs now would we?” I replied cheerfully since we have taxes in the Crystal Crest realm high to help please the supernaturals by paying them to live in the Luxor realm so they can let us be in peace. But I would love to meet one. And this woman makes me wish I had a zombie nearby.
She glares, “Then let me take something off. I can’t believe these freaks make our taxes high. It’s bad enough the monsters under our bed are real…”
She looks at the items already in the bag, and gives me enough items to void till the total was to her liking.
“Your new total is $70.00.”
She smiles, “Thanks but you could have been nicer.” Turning me from sweet to bitchy in 2.5 seconds because they treat the people behind the counter like dogs. Or servants.
“Yes, maybe but you need to factor in tax before you jump down my throat for something I can’t control.”
She glares again turning to bitchy, “You need to learn manners.”
“Whatever, take your shit, and stop arguing with me over stupid tax dollars.” I fire back.
She takes her bags after I give her the receipt, but not before I erase the memory of me being mean and give her new ones. I do it because people like her complain all the time. I’ve had this ability since high school when I wanted to erase a moment that has happened like the school bully laughing as I slip on paper. I have powers and I use them for fun. Maybe one day I can find someone from there to see why I have all these powers, and I can’t go there because only a real supernatural creature will be able to feel the entrance to the realm and know its location. Also running so it’s not like I can ask what I am.
After the bitch customer left the people after her are nice, and it almost makes me not hate the register almost.
I turn around and there is a cashier to relieve me of this spot in hell.
“Good luck.” I told her.
I go back to apparel only to have this lady in a motorized scooter flag me down like a dog. “Where is there a price checker?” and she repeated her question again like she thought I was deaf and stupid.
I take her to the jewelry checker, and scan the belts. “How is it full price when it was in the clearance section?” she asks me as if it was my fault it was ringing up full price.
“The belts are mixed in together there is sale price and clearance price items mixed in.” I tell her.
“Well then shouldn’t it be moved to a different section there was 20 of them.”
I repeat the same thing.
“I don’t think you are understanding me it should not be mixed in with the clearance items.” She said treating me like a dumbass once again.
“I do understand you but they are mixed in, and it’s not my fault because if it was clearance there would be a red tag. I know how to do my job bitch.” I tell her not playing nice because of how she is treating me.
“Wow…okay.” She replies and rolls off hopefully into traffic where she will get ran over by a car.
I make it back to the fitting room, and I check in the baskets to see the clothes. I gather a few of them. I start to put them in their spots. While I hung up a shirt I spot Kyle doing his usual walk around the store. To my horror he spots me, “Good morning.” Even though it is 4:00 in the bloody afternoon.
I smile back a fake retail smile, “Hi, to you too sir. I hope you enjoy your day.” Once I acknowledge him he walks away. I have already tried running away. He caught me so that was a bust. I was taking away the trash. Then I heard the cries to the register after the lines kept backing up. I ran to put away the trash so I can get up to the front. I saw Kyle, and ran the other way hoping he did not see me. Instead, he pulls me into the office to accuse me of running away from my responsibilities. Nope, I didn’t run away to hide from the register. He just loves to put me on it since he knows how badly I hate it.
I jump for joy when I go back to folding bliss since it allows me to fold on autopilot, and allowed me to daydream about leaving. The crowd died down at 4:30 which means I can fold without some jackass messing it up. I hate it just get me to get the size you want so you wont mess up my neat piles.
Kalisa comes back, “The fuckers pulled me too, and if they hire more cashiers this would not have to happen. We need to be on the sales floor doing our stupid jobs.”
I go to the time clock and clock out. I make my way to find lunch. I really love having an hour to myself, and I usually go out instead of staying in the store since I can’t stand Kyle. I get out of there and head to my friend Ginger’s shop. She is a local witch or supposedly is, I just think she is a new age human who loves oils and incense. I have known her since I started purchasing the stones from her. She knows about me being able to feel people’s emotions. She is the one who suggested which stones to use. I come to her during my lunch at 5:00 to get away.
I park my car and the cool air greets me wishing I had more on. It is now 5:00 right now and I have till 6:00 for my break. I open the rough door, and the bell jingles. Once I step in the smell of incense calms me, and I recognize the calming chamomile scent. Yum. It calms me down making my problems melt away. I love the smell, and it makes my stress from the assholes at Kyle’s melt. I see Ginger behind the counter her green eyes lighting up into a smile on her face when she sees me.
“Hey, how have you been?” She asks noticing the relaxed look on my face.
I smile, “I’m alive aren’t I? It has been a hectic Black Friday shift. I just need to get out of there before their energy drains me.”
“Do you want me to cleanse you from it?” she asks since she knows it can put a damper on my day when dealing with their negative energy. I can feel the weight of the customers bringing my energy level down. Just like theirs every time they come into the damn store.
I nod, “That’ll be good. I will like it, and I’m going to need it to get through the rest of the shift.”
“Yes, I know you need it since you’re naturally sassy, but their energy can build up to the point where it can overload your system. Follow me.”
I follow Ginger to the back to her cleansing room, and I love the smell since it’s filled with lavender. There is a chair in the middle of a circle with candles. I sit on the chair watching the candles flicker and sway then close my eyes.
Ginger puts her hands on me mumbling the chant to cleanse me while lifting the negative energy blocks the customers left in their wake. They send their energy toward me every time they yell, and it’s a horrible blast of energy putting a damper on my day. I feel it being lifted off me and I can breathe now. It burns at some point as a person left their hooks in my aura. Negative people use hooks to feed off your life force without doing it, and the fucker must be Kyle. He has been on my case ever since I started working there six years ago. She stops five minutes later, and I get off the table.
She smiles at me, “Feel better?”
I nod, “Good as new since I had no idea Kyle had his hooks in me till now.I’m happy I can finally breathe now.”
“It was a nasty hook, too with barbs coming in showing he was a real piece of work.” she said.
“I bet he has had it out for me since day one.” I told her.
“There is something I want to ask you though, and a question I haven’t asked you before. Do you believe in angels?” she asked.
My eyebrow rose, “Like halo, wings, and the things you meet when you die?”
She laughs, “Not like that but they do have wings. They live in a realm separate from ours like in the Luxor realm. Or course, you do need to fly to get to certain places, or ride the friendly angel dragons.”
“Okay, why did it not happen before?” I said.
“Not the right time, and if one angel can see what you are then the rest will follow. The dark one Zackary will too, and they will try to steal your powers to escape Hell.” she said. Huh? There must be some LSD in the incense she has lit…
My mind tries to process what she says, but it’s too much right now. “I have to go. This is too much right now…” I leave the room, exit the store, and head to my car. Work is on my mind now, and I can’t deal with this right now…
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I hadn’t been happy in a while, and all I could do was sit there, thinking of my next move in the bathroom while I broke down. My life had amounted to nothing. My recent relationship came to an end. Before it was said and done, he tore my heart out and left me to pick up the pieces. He managed to convince me that we just needed time apart; next thing I knew, his stuff was gone, and I was alone once again. Tonight, my ex had the balls to walk into the bar, and he wasn’t alone either; he brought in here his newest fling. I snapped back to reality and began my pre-work ritual; I donned my Rockie’s Blood uniform, name tag and all. I wanted to just run away, somewhere nobody knew my name. It still weighed on my mind that I could be so easily replaced. My old coven threw me out since the dark witches took over and killed my mom for my book. My life had been thrown into shit, which is why I’m hiding and taking this job in the first place. Let’s just say that my life was never dull. In fact, it’d been pretty stop and go without a break for me to unwind and relax from.
I’d been there for maybe close to a year, and despite the fact I majored in conjuration and potions, I still struggled to keep a roof over my head. Rockie’s Blood was a Tavern for all kinds of creatures. Some of the regular vamps there preferred fine china to random necks. I assumed they kept the biting thing for their lovers instead of their prey. Werewolves could order raw meat to satiate their four-legged friends appetite, and there was even a menu for witches to order food–actual burgers, fries, steak, you name it and we got it. Rockie’s was also a popular place for high level baddies like vampires, werewolves, and even some witch covens. Working there could be a drag at times, especially when table 75 ordered blood and complained it wasn’t as hot as it could be.
I adjusted my shirt, making my boobs pop for extra tips. I needed the extra money, after all. I took a deep breath in the bathroom. I redid my makeup since it ran down my face because my dumbass forgot waterproof makeup. All I wanted to do was drink alcohol till I passed out and eat awful tv dinners, while crying to cheesy romance movies. I didn’t want to go back and see it, or him. I put on a brave face anyway, since I was a kick ass witch. I was also done with letting someone win. Not to mention he knew I worked there, so he deliberately came just to shove his flings in my face. Like I cared about anything but hiding. He was a loser, nothing more, and I had more important things to be concerned with like staying hidden to care right now. I wish I didn’t, but it still twinged when I looked back on what we had.
My ex, Derrick, was sexy for sure–soulful blue eyes, dark blonde hair, and tattoos. Like, my god, everything I thought I ever wanted in someone. We got along for the most part, and he was a vampire which meant he could take my blood and power, which was addicting. Very addicting when mixed with love and sex. I was on a high while I was with him, and there was nothing that could stop it. He was a vampire warrior, and I loved the uniform. Now he was kissing and smiling, and hugging someone else, someone ugly though. A vampire groupie, judging by the marks on her slender neck.
The tears came faster, threatening to fall all over. So much for redoing my makeup. It was hard seeing him smile at someone else and holding them like they would break at any moment. My facade tore to shreds again. Me, with my bad habit of letting everything get to me like I usually do. Luckily, he wasn’t in my area to watch, and I didn’t have to ask him if he needed a thing of hay for his pig or his new chew toy. Not even the most powerful spells could help with this heartbreak. I didn’t feel like cursing her and ruining my rep. Not even poisoning her drink would make me happy. I was a good witch. Hell, if I was that bad, I might as well show up to the witch’s doorstep.
I fought through the agony threatening to consume me. It was the worst, and my eyes turned red from all the crying. Not sleeping didn’t help. I also felt sick. Like, it was awful. Someone kill me, please. Witches hurt me? Anything? No? Can someone save me from this torment?
I did the grown-up thing and pushed it all down, far away to the back of my mind. I thought about the good memories of me serving blood to a few nice vamps. Helping creatures in the cold, anything to get my mind to not hurt in the first place. I couldn’t afford to have another breakdown at work. The last thing I wanted was to explain why I was crying over table threes blood when it had nothing to do with work. And these customers never bothered me anyway. I ignored their attitudes for the most part.
I just had to get through this shift and I was free to drink oodles of wine and pass out while binge watching sappy romance movies with tv dinners up the ass. No cooking for me. I couldn’t cook. The microwave was my best friend.
I walked out of the women’s restroom to get back to my job and save my sanity by throwing myself into work.
The restaurant was pretty nice, with black walls and a red ceiling with pictures of creatures on it. It was created to be a fun place to hang out and spend time with friends and family. There were even strategically placed televisions with various sports. The vinyl booths were nicer than the usual ones, and you could tell the owner spent more on them than the average restaurant. I was determined to finish this shift today since it was all I had going for me, and all I had left was this job. After all, my life had been hell warmed over. And crispy with extra hot, spicy sauce. It was busy enough to help me keep my mind off of stuff. I just couldn’t look over at him.
There was a war going on between the Poison Apple Coven, who were bad witches. The Fire Dragons, who were my people, the good guys, got dragons to call. My mom was caught in the crossfire and killed by the leader of them–Ivy, one of the baddest witches out there. I still remembered how my mom’s green eyes always smiled up at me like we both shared a big secret, and she wore it while she cooked dinner in the witch apron I got her. Her long, red hair was tied back. She loved making stuff with me, and we would have fun, especially with the asshole that tried to use me. She was a witch who conjured up revenge spells. She loved getting even with the people who truly deserved it. She was a good witch who used her magic only when she was truly wronged. She had an amazing gift and was taken out too early. I wanted to cry again, but I didn’t want to do it at work. That was the last thing I needed. We sent a curse to his house and set it on fire, making it look like an accident. Best day ever doing revenge spells with my mom.
The fire element was our best friend. It could burn down an entire village and stop even the most stubborn water spell. She was gone. No more Mom to tell me how men sometimes sucked and that I deserved better than someone who wouldn’t make time for me. That I would find the man of my dreams. He was coming for me and the reason why it didn’t work with anyone else. How soon I’d be cuddling up to the love of my life, and how the warmth of our bodies would feel good as we watched a favorite movie for the tenth time. Cuddling was the best feeling, and being held made my day. I was way less stressed and happier. Now I was just depressed and a wreck, relying on alcohol to take my feelings away.
It was hard facing loss like losing my mother and a break up on top, like everything had to happen at once. There were some days when I was fine, and days where I just gave in and sobbed. I picked up my pen and paper out of my apron and walked up to greet the guy sitting at the bar with his head down. I felt that way too, buddy. It’s been a long one for me. I feel your pain. People come here to talk with friends, meet up with dates, and even drink their time away–one cold glass at a time.
I went up to him and said, “Is there anything else I can get for you, sir?” In a friendly, cheery tone. It looked like he was already drinking based off the empty glasses on the table already there. I wondered where his server was, and if it was who I thought it was, I’d take over from there. This was my specialty. I loved dealing with drunks.
He looked at me with his soulful, chocolate eyes. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe, he was that attractive, and his hair was spiked too, like he had just gotten out of bed. He actually existed. Holy shit! The guy in my dreams. Fuck me. He is real, and I just can’t believe he is here in the flesh. All thoughts were thrown out the window, thanks to this stranger in front of me. There was a strong chemistry feeling there. I wanted to trip over my words and even bow to his feet. He was a sexy, mysterious guy. A bad boy edge about him. He had a chain on his pants and tattoos. Holy fuck, I’m going to just worship the ground he walked on. Definitely an upgrade and not a downgrade. My mind was blown; there were no words to describe how it felt, and I wanted him to kiss me. To get lost in his touch. In his smell, his scent. Him. To forget the world and just be in our own little one with everything else thrown out. Gone. Lost. Mine, because I can felt like he was. There was a reason why it never worked out with anyone else. He was the reason maybe it was meant to fail.
He smiled at me with the same expression and said, “I’ll have the strongest drink you have on tap. These ain’t shit. I need a drink that will make me black out drunk, since I want to forget everything. Girls are the worst. They will take you for everything you got and leave you for someone else. Someone uglier, like I meant nothing to her, and she wanted the Elite better. Like he is so much better than me. She was all I had, or thought I did. What was I thinking?” He rubbed his eyes, and they were red. Irritated. Probably from crying. Damn. I want to hit the girl who broke this angel’s heart. I would never give him up once I have him. He is sexy. I could eat a steak on him and do body shots and still want more.
I looked over at my ex, now trying to kiss and hug his fling, and he was snuggling with that girl. Like tiny daggers in my heart, and they are gone now. Nothing is what. I no longer feel hurt. I feel nothing but pity since he is going to do the same to her that he did to me. Then again, I just saw someone better looking, and he was right in front of me, crying over a spilled relationship like me. I wanted to just comfort him and tell him she was a bitch for letting him go. She didn’t deserve someone as sexy as him. I want to mend his broken heart and be the reason he smiles.
I smiled at him, and I know exactly what he needed, and thought maybe I should make a drink for myself to take the edge off. It can help after a long day and drinking on the job wasn’t frowned upon; plenty of people come to work drunk. It helped take the edge off and made people more bearable to serve. Less prone to hitting table three that argued their shit needed to be rawer and less well done. Just smile and listen since you are too drunk to care anyway.
“Coming up, sir. I know exactly what you need after going through that myself. You are better off now,” I said. And I went back to make him a drink he would never forget. And to get a shot of my own so I could get through the shift without crying. He had just the right idea. Bars were notorious for getting over exes by drinking it away and picking up someone to share a bed with for the night. It was a quick fix but a slow process, which is why I was throwing myself into work.
I made my way to the kitchen, passing by servers and creatures needing to use the bathroom. I went inside the double doors, which was busy with everyone making food so the creatures wouldn’t eat them.
The alcoholic drink area was next to the vampire blood display which had various blood types and species. The alcohol area was my favorite area where I served drinks to patrons who loved me for it. They knew my specialty too. There was even an area for ghoul food, too, with items like rotten brains alamode. Eww. Don’t get too close, the smell might just make you puke your dinner, or in my case, waste good lunch food.
They had all kinds of alcoholic drinks at the bar and on the menu. Then there were the spelled ingredients that were used for specialty drinks. The ones I used to add special stuff to the drinks. Drinks for luck, love, money, to attract a mate, and for heartbreak. I was licensed to serve it. There were even some hexes for enemies too. I’d been paid pretty well to help out some of the rival packs in exchange for their help in the future. And even Rockie said to do it to protect his pack, to stop a war, and even to give a cheater what he deserved. Revenge. But my specialty was luck, love, healing, and attracting the good.
I poured a shot for myself with some absinthe and soother. Fuck feeling this shit. I needed a quick fix to take the edge off. And to serve the hot guy the best drink in his life, the one that will blow his mind. He deserved it since we all go through bullshit break ups to find the right one.
I took out a nice glass, and then looked at all the various alcohols to choose the best ones. I knew the exact combo to heal him and mess him up to forget the tramp. I only wished I could pour myself one too. I grabbed the bottles and began to pour and mix: gin, vodka, absinthe, whisky, and a few herbs for healing and heartbreak like rose and honeysuckle, which would help him feel better. I knew it made me feel better. That and a hug from someone, but I didn’t want to push anything right now. Hell, a cuddle would have helped and would have comforted us both.
I mixed it all up and said, “Heart heal to love another and find the mate that you desire.” My eyes turned red, and I put my hand over the glass to spell it and give it an extra kick. A kick that would help him heal, and find the right person for him. It was me. I knew it was. Maybe we could heal each other’s heart.
I took the glass, and went back to the bar where he sat slumped over. Poor guy, but it gave me time to admire his sexy attire. He was in a black silk shirt and black leather pants. It screamed badass. His arms were crossed as he looked ahead, so I put a napkin down and set his drink on it. He looked at it, then at me and smiled, “Thanks, I am not usually like this at all. I’m just going through a rough time right now. My day already got better by you serving me this awesome drink.” And he winked at me. Flirting. My heart jumped at it. He made my heart feel better and more healed than it used to be. I could finally stop feeling so much hurt, and the drink was working too. Healing me for another. Possibly this perfect stranger.
The weird connection just hovered in the air, and it was a zing that made me want to jump him. I had to behave and he was drunk enough as it was. I couldn’t take advantage of that either.
I smiled right back and said, “I know the feeling since I have recently been going through a horrible time too. It’s her loss and she didn’t deserve you. My ex was like that too, and he didn’t even have the balls to tell me it to my face it was a break up.” I looked over at the table. He was gone. Good. I didn’t have to watch her get fooled like me.
Mia is just a normal department store employee until her apartment is broken into. The dark angels found her and she is hiding from the werewolves who framed her. Will she become an AngelWitch and step it up with her mate, or will she fail?
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