“Are you kidding me?!” she shouted in disbelief “Of all the things to happen today, you had to be one of them?” she mumbled to herself as she picked up the man from her front door and helped him to her guest room. After he was settled in the bed she went to look at the scorch mark on her lawn, pulling out the hose, she watered the now dead grass to get the smoke to stop rising then sprinkled grass seeds over the patch and watered again. “Typical,” he did this all time when she last saw him. He kept popping up and burning her parents yard, oh the lies she had to tell them so they wouldn’t get suspicious. “He promised he would stop popping up like this.” She went back into the house and glanced at the clock above the fireplace in the living room, and sighed “It’s already eight and I’m barley ready for work. I could call in sick, but I need to work today. I could get fired if I skip it.” She walked up the steps and checked on the man who was asleep in her guest bed. She went back to the kitchen and scribbled a note. She then placed it on the nightstand next to the man and raced to finish getting ready for work. She left the house at a quarter to nine and started her car to race to work.
Barely making it in time to punch in, she spent the better part of two hours shelving books at the public library and then another two, working on homework for her college classes in-between helping people look for and check out books. But she kept wondering what happened to the man who was currently sleeping in her bed. Then the head librarian came up to her. “Hey Victoria, its pretty slow today, so I’m going to send you home early.” The woman said to her.
“Oh, ok.” Victoria quickly packed up her things and felt she couldn’t leave fast enough to get home. Walking through the front door, she heard a clang coming from her kitchen. “He-hello?” she asked a bit worried.
“Yo, don’t you have any food in this joint?” a voice asked, she walked into the kitchen and there the man stood digging through her fridge. She saw him pull out a fruit bowl and give it a sniff. “I have plenty of food. Your just picky.” Victoria scoffed.
“I am not, I’m just used to more refined food.” He said as he pulled out her left over meat loaf from last night and gave that a sniff as well. “What are you doing here Gabriel?” Victoria snapped.
Gabriel turned to look at her. He had short black hair and red eyes and the same devilish smile his father has. “I need a favor.” He said.
“I got that when you passed out in my walk way. What kind of favor?”
“Well…” he rubbed his hand to his neck, “It’s my sister.”
“You have a sister?” Victoria asked.
“Yea her name is Heley, anyway, she threw our father off the thrown and kicked me out until I prove to her that I can change.” He dug to the back of the fridge and pulled out a bowl of pudding.
Victoria snorted, “Good luck with that.”
“That’s why I’m here, your going to help me.” He pulled out a spoon from the drawer next to the sink and started to eat the contents of the bowl.
“Why would I help you?” Victoria asked, “You ruined my life.” She leaned against the doorframe.
“No, I did not, I saved his life. It was of his own choice to leave you.”
“After you told him!”
“I did not!” he laughed raising his hand in the air the bowl of pudding in one and the spoon in the other. “Anyway, don’t refuse me until I tell you what you get out of the deal.”
Victoria stood up straight skeptical of his offer. “What?”
“Oh nothing really, just…your soul.” He placed the spoon in the bowl and reached into his pocket and pulled out a little decretive black box.