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 Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 6:27 pm
Chapter 1- the demon awakens
Hamburgers take so long to cook. I watched it slowly bleed on the grill, the steam filling my nose with the scent of fresh meat, causing my mouth to water. It was slow after the league bowlers had left, so my coworkers were standing in the snack bar chatting away while I volunteered to make Jameson’s Hamburger, which sizzled and cracked on the stainless steal grill. I had already made the plate and the fries, now I waited. I wanted it to get done soon so I could walk into the bar and once again get a chance to converse with Jameson, as he was the hottest bartender at the bowl.
Finally it was ready. I made sure not to put cheese on it as I put in on the plate, as I knew Jameson was lactose intolerant; I didn’t want the hottest man in the world getting sick on me. I walked into the bar and noticed he was helping a customer.
“ Your foods ready, I’m putting it over here,” I said as I set in on the counter.
He said thanks as I noticed him look at me. I froze as I stared at him, his sky blue eyes staring strait into mine. My chest pulsed with excitement as I felt another one of my fevers coming on. What a man, I thought as I studied his soft, light brown hair that framed his face. I noticed he was growing a goatee and a mustache making him hotter than ever. I turned away and stood in the bar as I watched him walk from the counter to punch something in at the register. I could see his tall athletic build underneath his uniform as my felt my body melt into the floor.
“ What?” Jameson said. I shook my gaze away from him and ran into the snack bar.
He’s probably taken the hint now, I thought as I leaned on the counter. Jennifer my coworker looked at me and shook her head, a mischevious grin spreading acrossed her face. She wondered why I just wouldn’t go in there and just ask him out. I told her that I was afraid he woiuldn’t like me, or thought that I might be too young and immature, after all he was 3 years older than me. Even though I am 20, a full grown woman, I had a bad feeling he preferred older women.
Earlier that night I recalled the 36 year old who had hit on him. I don’t believe he said yes, but he seemed to take that 36-year-old more seriously than the rest of the girls who worked here. He joked around with me and the laneservers, but he actually had an intelligent conversation with this one. I lowered my head and sighed.
“ Why don’t you just get it over with so you can move on,” Jennifer said, “ you can’t keep yourself trapped in these feelings because you’ll never know.”
I realized she was right. I took a deep breath and prayed for the God of love, Suzaku to help me summon the courage. I took a step toward the bar, then I hesitated. I realized that if I didn’t do this, I would never have Jameson, and I would never know if he could take a 20 year old seriously, but I also realized that him knowing that I liked him would create an awkward situation. He probably would never joke around with me, and I would be sad. I loved joking with him, and it was so much fun throwing stuff at him. And most of all I loved it when he would sing for us girls in a falsetto voice. He was a fun loving guy who liked to joke around and to kill that would break my heart even more so than “ no, I will not go out with you.” However, I couldn’t just continue to dream. I had to make dream a reality.
“ I’ m gonna do it,” I told Jennifer.
I took slow steps toward the bar.
When I walked into the bar, Arline, the head bartender was there. She immediately offered me a cigarette. I took it and thanked her, as I might need it in a few minutes. I took another deep breath as I saw Jameson on the other side of the counter eating his burger. I took a few more steps as I got closer and closer. Soon he looked up and his eyes met my mind. My heart lept into my throat and my fever from before came back.
“ What?” he said.
I smiled, trying to hide any sort of tension I had within in me. However, this only caused my fever to sky rocket.
“ WOOOOAAAHHH!!!” Jameson screamed he fell back and crashed into the table behind him.
I screamed as I ran around the counter,All the while wondering what had startled him. My fever worsened as I helped Jameson sit up, he rubbing his back.
I was in a fit of apologees as I sat next to him, trying to figure out what was wrong. By that time the manager had made it over and Arline and Veronica, one of the lane servers, were pulling the table and chairs back up.
Jameson just stared at me, his blue eyes widened and his face paled. I felt my own face, was I really that ugly. I quickly covered my face, but I knew I couldn’t just leave him. And I had to tell the manager what happened for the accident report.
“ Ashley, why are you wearing cat ears to work?” I heard the manager ask.
Cat ears? What Cat ears? I thought. I didn’t wear any cat ears….then I remembered the fever that had occurred when I approached Jameson. A familiar feeling I had earlier that week when I had talked to my friends at school about Jameson.
I immediately felt the top of my head, my hand landing on tall, pointed mounds of soft fur.
“ No!!! It happened again!!!!” I screamed as I scurried away, hiding my ears. I ran outside and went behind the building. I sat down and buried my face in my arms. Remembering the cigarette Arline had given me, I pulled it out and lit it, taking in a drag as a single tear ran down my cheek.
“ he now knows I’m a demon,” I whispered aloud. That’s right, I am fox demon. Actually, only part fox demon, but before you go on thinking that I am also human, you’re wrong. I am not a human at all, I was just reborn as one so I could get away from my enemies who wanted to kill off all half breeds. Well, being part fox demon would definitely classify as half breed. As for my other half, I would prefer not to talk about it. It’s not that it’s bad, but people finding out about that would cause me to blow my cover. It’s bad enough that the people at the bowling alley knew I was a fox now. Worst of all, I didn’t think Jameson will ever take me seriously ever. Why would he want anything to do with a freak who grew ears out of her head because she was horny. He probably thought I was total reject with some sort of disease. The look of horror he had on his face made me feel ugly, and him falling backward and practically breaking his back caused me to feel like some kind of monster.
I looked up at the sky and realized that Suzaku had really screwed me over. I asked him for the courage to fulfill my desire to love and be loved back, not the humiliation in front of someone I liked. I took a drag and shot the smoke upwards, hoping I got Suzaku in the face.
At that moment, I heard footsteps. I figured Diane, the manager, had decided to come look for me. I guess I had no choice but to go in and pretend that I had removed my “ cat ears” and stick it out for the rest of the night. As I stood up and walked around the corner, I ran right smack into none other than Jameson!
“ Oh no!” I screamed as I ran back to my spot and hid my face. Had he come out to comfort me? Had he come to give me a message that I had gotten fire? Why did he follow me? What did he want from me. I had scared the crap out of him and he came looking for me? I felt him sit next to me as I turned away from him.
“ Sorry,” He said.
I lifted my head. I asked him why he was apologizing. I should have been the one to apologize. I was the freak, I was the horny little demon who had scared him and caused him to almost break his back. He was silent.
“ you didn’t scare me,” He said, finally breaking the awkward silence, “ you surprised me.”
Of course, he had never seen a person grow ears out of a some chicks head. I guess I would have been freaked out too if I was just a stupid human who knew nothing about other races or aliens for that matter. Apparently Jameson was not a normal human because even after being scared he was out talking to me like I was normal person. I began to wonder at why my ears did not scare him to the point of avoiding me.
He started laughing. I glared at him.
“ You gotta admit that was pretty funny!” he said.
All of a sudden a chick walks up to you out of the blue and grows an extra set of ears, he explained, and it’s scary yet at the same time amusing. It was almost like the woman was saying I wanna ******** you so hard that that we become animals. When he put it that way, I laughed too. It was pretty funny, and what I liked about it was that Jameson always made things seem funny, even when they were serious. That’s that thing I liked most about him, his sense of humor. It was even more attractive than the shiny hair and his eyes.
“ So, Arline tells me that you like me,” Jameson said.
I stopped giggling and stared at him. He was looking at me with a smile on his face, his blue eyes glistening in the dim light that eminated from street lights nearby.
I stuttered as I spoke, and then I pretended like I didn’t know anything about such feelings. Then he made a reference back to his little joke. I realized that there was no hiding it. My ears were there, plain and clear. I couldn’t remove them like the cats ears that I wore in school and I couldn’t just hide them with a hat either. I was gonna ask him out anyway, so I felt that I might as well just get it over with and take the rejection like a good fox girl.
“ I do,” I sighed, “ I really like you… a lot,”
I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t stop staring at him. I continued to talk, telling him about how I loved the way he joked with me and the way he sang all the time. Then I apologized for it all. I told him that I realized that there was no way in hell he would want to date me because now the fox was out of hole, and no one would treat me like a human anymore.
Of course Jameson laughed. I threw a rock at him. He threw it back.
“ Seriously, Ashley,” he said, “ Your fine.”
I stopped mid thrust and stared at him.
He said the fox ears suited me. They made me seem mischevious, and that’s just what I was. It explained why I would throw ice at him and why I was so hyper most of the time.Or why I would take some of my coworkers hats and make them fetch.
“ Most of all, they….they look kind of good on you.”
I felt myself blush. I stared at him, then looked away. Was this guy trying to hit on me? Did he really think that I was cute? Well, if he still wanted to talk to me after that fiasco…then perhaps he really likes me.
“ well, we better get back in there,” He said standing up and stretching, “We better get back in there otherwise we’re gonna lose both of our jobs.”
He helped me up and we walked back into the bowl together.
The rest of the night was fun. We had extreme bowling that night, so I mostly got compliments on how my ears looked cool glowing in the dark. Even Diane didn’t harass me about them. I felt so happy that I had actually talked to Jameson without either of us feeling awkward, that I danced and sung to every song that came on, including the emo music, which I hate.
That night after Jennifer left and I had cleaned up the snack bar, I helped put away the balls. I looked over at Jameson cleaning the bar several times feeling like there was something that I needed to do. I was still a little unsure of our new found friendship. Did I really want to settle for just friends?
I put down the sixteen pound bowling ball that I was holding and approached the bar. He was washing dishes when I slapped my hands on the counter. He looked up and smiled.
I hesitated as I took a deep breath. I looked down and shook my head. He made a gesture telling me to spit it out.
“ Will you….um…Will you…”
“ Will you what?”
I took a step back.
“ Just spit it out,”
“ Will you go out with me!” I shouted.
I stood there. I looked around and noticed the girl who worked at the front desk was staring at me. Even Diane who was coming from the office stopped in her tracks. The lane server who had served that night even stopped in mid circle of cleaning the table. I could feel the blood rushing to my head and my pulse accelerating, my ears lowered as my shoulders rose with tension. I took at deep gulp of saliva as my eyes met Jamesons for the hundredth and possibly the last time.
A smile once again broke out on his face.
“ Aren’t you a little young? What are you, 16…17?”
I stomped my foot.
“ I’m twenty!!!!!!!” I screamed as I stomped away, “ fine you big fat jerk, I’ll just continure putting away the balls and get my happy a** home so I can go to bed like a good little girl!!!!!!!”
I stormed up to the ball return and lifted up the sixteen pounder. How dare he mistake me for a minor, I grumbled as I ran back and fourth putting more and more balls away. Finally the job was done and ran to the broom closet to get my bike.
Chapter2- Angel on the park bench.
It was cold outside when I road on my trek home. I muttered to myself as I twisted and turned down the streets between Union Hills and Bell. I weaved through Green way and rode toward a small park that blocked the path down 39th Avenue. It was their that I stopped at a bench. I set my bike on it’s kick stand and planted myself on the park bench. The wind blew through my hair, It’s cold hands comforting around my flushing cheeks.
I still couldn’t believe how I had acted as I pulled out my pack of cigs and lit one up. How could I be so immature? I had cleared up the situation with my ears, which continued to flicker as the cold wind through it’s gusts at me. He would never take me serioisly, I thought. I had acted like a child right there in front of him. I guess that 37 year old was gonna get him before I did. After lighting my second cigarette, I thought about myself. I thought about how these fox ears opened a new world to me. As a human girl, I was shy. I would not approach an attractive male within fifty feet. Then Jameson came along, and suddenly, my fox form was coming out all over the place. Even talking about him brought this out in me. This made me wonder if hanging around with Jameson would bring out the entirety of my true form. Not just my fox features….but the features from my other set of genes. I almost wondered if my other set of genes would allow me such selfish behavior….the need to mate and have sex. Unless I was truly in love with Jameson, I doubted it. There was no way in hell I was in love with him anyway, and the intelligence of my fox form would be giving up by now to find someone else. However, this other side of my mind kept telling me to keep going as I took the last drag of that cigarette. This other side came in with a strong gust of wind, blowing feathers in my face.
I scoffed at the wind. Normally it was my favorite element, but tonight it’s healing hands seemed to push me into a new set of moods. It seemed to be pushing me to continue this foolish pursuite of a man who would never date a “child”.
I felt that two cigarettes alone would not accommodate my thoughts, so I pulled out a third. I filled my lungs with that burning smoke and blew it at the wind.
“ Not you too, Biakko!” I shouted as a vision of a mighty white Tiger appeared in my mind. He was the God of intelligence and Wind and I never thought he would take sides with Suzaku, the only one out of the four gods who had wings. If only he didn’t have wings, then my mind wouldn’t have been doing 360’s thinking it was some kind of sign.
As I took another drag, I felt a burning sensation on my back. It seemed like no big deal at first, until the wind picked up once again.
I screamed and winced in pain as I hunched over my knees; my back was on fire!
Oh, no! I screamed inside my head, they can’t be coming out! Not now! Not here!
The scorging pain continued as I fell to the ground, my cigarette falling out of my hands and rolling away in the gale that rushed and roared through my sensitive fox ears. I let out a scream, issuing out like dying eagle.
Then the pain stopped as the wind slowed to a gentle breaze. I took in deep gulps of air as I looked around me. I pushed myself up, feeling a bit more weight on my back. I felt my back and my hand brushed acrossed a large bump in my shirt.
“ oh no,” I said aloud.
I stood up , feeling something spread around me as my arms through themselves open. I looked at my bike and realized that I needed to hurry home before someone saw me. They didn’t break through my shirt, but I still felt completely exposed. I hopped on my bike and peddled home as fast as I could.
When I entered the house, The light was on and I saw a black man in sweat pants and a dew rag at the computer. We had two computers in that room, and he sat at the one the faced the blinded window. He seemed to be playing spider solitair. I cracked a smile as I greeted my step daddy with a “ meow.”
“ Hey, welcome home!” He said as he turned to look at me. Then I noticed his eyes widen.
“ Girl what happened to you?” He said, trying to look away.
I hesitated, then I told him that I had worn my cat ears to work.
“ No, your shirt is gone!”
“ What?” I immediately covered myself and looked down. He was right. All I had on was my red bra and my work pants. I noticed him trying to sheild his eyes out of respect. Then he did a doublie take.
“ Are those wings?” He asked, his jaw dropping.
Oh no, they truly had grown. I flet around my sides and my hands touched something soft yet firm. They must’ve gotten bigger as I spead across thunderbird, and I was too set on going home to notice that anything had happen.
“ My God, either my step daughter is turning into an angel, or I am seeing things.” Doc, my stepdad said.
I told him I would explain everything after I covered myself and had cigarette. He understood, and explained that he realized the awkwardness of walking in and realizing that you were half naked. I knew however that he had a right to know everything. He saw my ears, and my wings. He needed to be aware of what was going on in case he would be there should I come home with a tail. I walked into my room and looked at myself in my long mirror.
They had grown immensely from the small stubbs that I felt at the park. To my amazement there four sets! What was I? High class or something? I knew I was powerful, but four sets of wings? Usually angels could get up to three sets. But I was no angel. No part of me was an angel, and I knew that. Not to say that I had no goodness, I was just saying that I really wasn’t an angel. This was my other half that had come and hit me on my back trying to say “ Hello world! Look what I am! All enemies step forward!”
I heaved a sigh. There was no covering them up with a t-shirt or a cape. In fact, it seemed almost impossible that I would be able to get away with wearing any sort of top. I was stuck in just ******** bra. I felt so exposed, so embarrassed…so vulverable.
Then I wondered if I still had any halter tops. I remembered that most of them I had put in the garage to give them away because they looked horrible with my boobs. I ferreted through my dresser and found only one. And this one was almost as revealing as my red bra, only this was blue and covered my cleavage. Realizing I needed to wear more than a bra, I settled.
After I covered myself the best I could, I went outide and pulled out a cig. Sure enough, Doc was sitting outside on the patio, listening to his talk radio. I heaved a sigh as took the chair across from him. He turned off the radio, as if to say “ tell me your story.”
I hesitated, then I explained to him what happened at the bowl. I told him everything from the incident with my ears, to the asking Jameson out, and to episode in the park. After I finished, he asked me if I their was something I else I needed to tell him. I realized I had left two very large and important details that he needed to know; my step daddy had the right to know, having seen my true self, about my two lineages.
Chapter 3- The Macaw and the Kitsune.
As I’ve said before, I am half fox demon. This half of me is cunning, intelligent, logical, childish, and horny. But am not just any fox demon. I am a silver fox, the highest of it’s kind. I have the potential to grow nine tails, and each is accumulated with how strong I get. This side is physically strong, and also gives me the uncanny ability to shapeshift. This is a power I haven’t tried, but it does come out when I try to immatate people. My friends have pointed out this ability, and will often get me to read their stories out loud to see me take on their characters. Despite all the power that I have in my kitsune form, I really have nothing to worry about. As far as I know, the kitsune race has no enemies except others who envy us. However, I have yet to come across any hostility toward fox demons.
Being half breed,however, makes me vulnerable to many kinds of enemies. For one, members of both of my kind reject me. Meaning I don’t fit in with fox demons…or my other half.
As for my other half, well…I have the genes of a very powerful race of eagle humanoids. Doesn’t sound like it’s such a big deal does it? Well, what I am about to tell you will make realize exactly why this is the side I didn’t want coming out. For one, it is said in legends, that it was the Macau that carried out God’s will of creating the universes. They have the ability to create life, to heal, and revive. Ever wonder why angels are pictured with wings? I guess you can say that macau technically are angels, but known by a different name. They are creatures of light. And as if creating, healing, and playing God isn’t enough, they also have the ability to take any attack and make It their own. Most probably would take this power that I have within myself and flaunt it and try to become some sort of hero. Don’t be naïve. With great power, comes inevitable fate of having enemies who want to take your power. That’s the danger of me revealing myself completely. But like I said, Doc needed to know because he saw my wings.
As macaw, we are a race of light. We don’t use our powers for selfish deads, but use them for the better of the world, of the universe. Where we do believe in having sex, we believe it should only be done in the name of love. Lust is no excuse for engaging in such a powerful act. The macaws are creative, pure, and powerful, but also think before they act.
However, my feelings for Jameson have bought out qualities of both of these forms. I thought it would stop at just my fox form, being the form that was based on logic and instinct. Not to say that fox demons are heartless assholes, I mean they do mate for life, but keep in mind that foxes are errotic creatures. As for my macau form, how would lust awaken it? Sure, macaus mated, but usually if they loved eachother. I was not in love with Jameson. There was no way I could be. I only knew him at work, and I only talked to him at work, and I’d be fooling myself if I fell in love, considering he had made it very clear that I was just too ******** young. Sure, I was twenty, and he was only three years older than me, but he probably doesn’t believe me that I’m twenty. And after my horny fox form popped up in the form of two adorable ears, he probably just thought I was just another little teenager after his p***s.
I was not the only one who had a crush on him. Brittany from the front desk had a crush on him, Lacy from snack bar wanted his Body, and Amber wanted his p***s; all three admitting to such feelings before I even realized that I liked him. However, I wanted more than what they wanted. Sure, I wanted his body. I wanted to rail him into next weak, but I wanted so much more than that. I wanted to laugh with him and have a firendship with him, just like when the two of us sat outside and I shared my feelings with him. I wanted to stare into his blue eyes the next morning, seeing his smile fill my life with happiness. I wanted to play with him, and throw ice at him some more. He would be the ultimate playmate as we would sit around with our friends and bullshit, and we would throw more stuff at eachother. And when I was feeling down, he would smile at me and I would feel better knowing that someone in the bloody world was still on my side. I wanted so much more than just his manhood; I wanted to be with him.
Doc stopped me.
“ Honey, Your not gonna get anywhere with him if you do not reveal who you truly are.”
I stared at Doc as if he was crazy. There was no way in hell I was gonna waltz into work the next day with my wings spread out and my ears perked up to go talk to him. I could just see it.
“ oh by the way, Jameson! I’m a bird too!”
It seemed absurd.
“ Well, yeah, you have to sooner or later, just like sooner or later you’re gonna have to let him know how you feel.”
He explained that I was gonna be stuck wondering what could have been if I didn’t jump back in and get the ball rolling. I had already asked him out, why quit now? And if a relationship was what I truly wanted, then Jameson needed know everything that I had just told Doc. If he rejected me still, then he was not worth my time. If he excepted it, then I was to keep going.
As I thanked Doc and told him Good night, I realized that my best bet was probably to just give up. No human, kitsune, or macau would except me, a half breed. And no one would take me seriously with one side who was horny and one side who believed in pure love. I felt like a big contradiction.
I opened my eyes, and the blurry vision of a blond woman was hovering above me. As my vision cleared, I noticed a that she had grey eyes and her hair was in blond wisps around her shoulders. Her ears were pointed and framed by long yellow feathers. He face was long and thin. As I sat up I noticed that she had 2 sets of wings out coming out her back, and she wore nothing but yellow feathers. She had long tail feathers out coming out from her butt and her feet were talons. I stared in wonder at this mysterious woman as she smiled and cooed at me like I was a baby that had awakened from her nap. Before I knew it, I was taken into this womans arms.
As my body curled up in this womans arms, I noticed that my body was different. I had paws instead of human feet, and very sharp talons. I seemed smaller and I noticed that I had no boobs. Instead of was covered in wet and white fur. And I seemed to have one white tail and some feathers on my bosom.
“ Hello, Aktesh,” I heard the woman say. Her voice was smooth and sighing, causing me to let out a small coo at her.
She carried me away, and I noticed that the spot I was laying at was a large nest with a large broken eggshell. She was calling someones name. It seemed that she had gotten this person’s attention, as I heard a man’s voice enter the room. The woman told the man that I had hatched.
I took a look at this man. He had most of the same features as the woman, only with manly physique and brown feathers. His hair went down past his shoulders and his face was full of wrinkles.
“ What is this thing you have in your arms?” he said.
“ It’s our daughter, Primanota,” The woman spoke.
“ That is not my daughter.”
He told her that there was no way that two macaws could make a child with a canid tail and pointed ears. I saw the woman begin to cry. I wanted to comfort her, but I couldn’t. I was stuck as this child that didn’t have a clue as to what was going on.
Next thing I knew I was walked beside my mother through a neighborhood. Many people like this woman were gathering around, a technicolor wall of feathers and fingers pointing at the two of us. A couple of children came up to the two of us and kicked dirt at us. Then they called me a freak and pushed me down.
I felt my tail bone hit the ground, the pain jolting through my body as if I had landed on a poll. I began to cry, the tears staining my cheaks as more dust was kicked at me.
At that moment, a hand reached out to me.
I hesitated as I looked up to find the owner of the hand. He wore black slacks and a black polo shirt that was tucked in. His sky blue eyes beamed down at me like a light from heaven, and his soft brown hair fell around his face. I could see a smile behind that mustache and goatee, the only smile that could cheer me up more than any in the world.
“ Jameson?” I said as he helped me up and pulled me into his arms. He was so warm, and I could feel his comforting aura absorbing the tears that poured out of my eyes. I felt as if I fit perfectly in that friendly embrace. The smell of budlight wafted from his clothes with a hint of strawberry dackery, and I burried my face in this scent as if it was the smell of my grandmother’s cooking.
Then I found myself waking up in the comforts of my futon. I frowned wishing that I really was in Jameson’s arms feeling that sense of comfort and belonging, despite the fact that I was a freak.
I had to fall asleep on my stomache because my wings had gotten in the way, so I had to do push ups in order to get out. However, I didn’t want to leave the comforts of bed, so I just layed there. I just wanted to think about him. I wanted to wallow in thoughts of his embrace forever. I didn’t want to face the reality of never being able to feel that warm hand upon my back or to smell that small hint of strawberry dackery.
Chapter4-
My question was how I was suppose to get away with having four sets of wings at work that night. It was easy to get by with the ears, but wings….I couldn’t even wear a shirt. I guess I had no choice but to call in, so that is what I did. However, I couldn’t miss out on seeing Jameson. I needed to see him.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 7:00 pm
you should seriously just ask him out, but like i said don't do it because people are pushing you. also, honestly you critize yourself a little too much. you're pretty dagger and a lot of guys think so too. but hey, good story. makes me wanna work at the bowling alley now. lol
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heir to the apocalypse Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 7:16 pm
you will.... i will see too it...mwuhahahahahahahaahahahahahahaha...
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Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2007 3:36 pm
I WILL NOT ASK HIM OUT!!!!!!
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