What do you get when you mix a Demon Prince who's favorite passed time is messing with people, a Sadistic Angel bent on revenge, and an unsuspecting human with Fay blood? A seriously funny mess.
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Keelie was reaching her twenty-second birthday and she wasn't happy about it. What twenty-second year old would still be living alone with absolutely no love life? Plus you add one incredibly annoying immortal father constantly complaining that he wanted grandchildren and you pretty much had her normal day. For the love of all that is holy, why doesn't he just impregnate another human and make his own kid? He was immortal, He lived forever looking barely 30 years old. The damn bastard. She opened the locks on her small bookstore and continued to grumble. Besides her lack of a love life, the 22nd century was in the process of taking away her business. Those damn fucking computers and their digital books where ruining her. She was to young for this crap.
OK, OK so it wasn't the smartest idea to buy the small shop from the original owner three years ago. But how could she not? The small shop, covered in thick ivy vines and old brick settled so perfectly in the small town she called home. It had called to her like the sirens of the sea. Thus the name Dilthase was painted elegantly on the stores old wood door. Her siren ancestor would be flattered. She was cursing her sorry fate when young Bill, a delivery boy of about 18 carried in a new box.
"I got another one for you Miss Maine he said with a flirtatious grin. Every man in town had a thing for Keelie Maine. Her 5' 4" figure with large curves and long wavy sun-gold hair was not something seen every day in the small Bay Shore town. She flashed those bright yellow-green eyes his way and he felt a tingle of lust go up his spine. His grandmother had warned him about her, saying something like "That one has Fay blood in her, the eyes tell you." Being directly from Ireland, his grandmother was unnaturally superstitious. No one had any idea how right the old woman really was.
"Thanks so much Billie. Just put it down at the register." She was always excited when she got a new batch of books. To bad they didn't go out as quickly as they came in.
"Yes ma'am." He placed the heavy box down. "Miss Maine, the town's hosting it's annual spring day fair this weekend and I was wondering...If you had someone to go with." He blushed slightly but kept his eyes level with hers. His older sister had told him that women responded better when looked in the eyes. Miss Keelie was not a girl, but a woman.
She looked at the young man, startled at his boldness and started to laugh. "No Billie, I don't have anyone to go with. Would you like to take me?" She asked coyly.
The boy blushed but stood his ground. "Yes Ma'am. If you wouldn't mind..."
The boy was adorable. Besides, what was the harm? It wasn't like she had so many dates she was asked on. If the boy had the guts to do what most men shied from, how could she not reward him? She could use a little fun anyhow. "Alright then, come buy around 7 tomorrow night. I'll lock up and we'll walk over." She said with a smile.
Billie blinked, almost dumbfounded.
That actually worked!
His head raced with excitement. He was going on a date with Miss Keelie. Man wait till he told the other guys on the local baseball team. "Yes Ma'am! I won't be late!" He was to excited to remember to have her sign the slip for the package and hurried out to do the next delivery.
Keelie chuckled as he left. The boy had good manners and knew how to treat a girl. He was going to be one hell of a heart-breaker. She began to unpack her new books when she paused to look at a very old one, bound in black and white leather with the indentation of a glorious angel battling a demon.
"...This is pretty...I wonder when I ordered this one..." She examined the old cover some more. The book was titled "Haren's Folly" What type of book was called that? It didn't even have an author. Which character was Haren? The angel, or the demon? Questions raced through her head when the front door jingled. She placed the book down on her desk and went to great the customer. The book remained there; forgotten, for the rest of the day.
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She was just finishing up in her office when 7 o'clock chimed from the old grandfather clock. She was wearing jeans that molded to her ass like a second skin and a soft green tunic top. It was a fair after all. The front door chimed.
"Is that you Billie? I'm just finishing up." She called back from her office. The old book still lay forgotten on her desk.
"Yes Ma'am." Bill could do nothing but watch as the tight jeans moved with her. He watched her bend down to pick up a fallen book and groaned in his head.
You lucky bastard.
Was all he could think.
She turned around and looked admiringly at her date. At 6 feet, Billie was well formed, with the sleek muscles of a heavy runner and an ass you could bounce a coin off of; she could definitely do worse. He wore jeans like herself with a t-shirt and his team's jacket. Reminding her that he was still in high school. What a pity.