Forever Changed

chapter 11



I couldn’t believe it. I was dumbfounded! When I had ran to grab my camera earlier, before going on a walk, the one I had used to take pictures of my father’s murder scene, well I had removed the film and placed it in the safe. When I was taking pictures I had forgotten to replace the film.

Now I was frustrated and would never find out the truth if the boy was real or not. I laid my camera down and walked out of my dark room and into my bedroom, and then I headed straight for my bathroom.

I wanted to try and relax; the last couple of days had been horrible so I needed it so I would take a bath. I had grabbed my robe on my way to the bathroom and laid it beside my tub. I slowly lit all of the black candles that surrounded my tub, turning on the faucet, filling the tub with hot water.

I grabbed some bath oil and bubble bath stuff out of the closet and poured a little of each in the hot steamy water. I took my ripped bloody clothes and threw them in the trash along with my Nikes.

After pulling my hair back in a ponytail and shutting off the lights, I walked back to my tub; slowly I eased myself into the hot water, letting the hotness sting my skin, inhaling the steam and aromas that came off of the water. After turning off the water, I laid back with my whole body submerged in the water except for my head.



I relaxed my head back on a rolled up towel and closed my eyes.





I had only been laying there for five minutes when I heard an eerie sound. It sounded like whispering. I opened my eyes and raised my head to have a look around my bathroom. No one was there, but I strained to hear the same noise again. I heard nothing, shrugged my shoulders and laid my head back down while closing my eyes once again.

I heard the whispering again and didn’t have to strain to hear it. It was loud and clear, “Elizabeth! Elizabethhhhhh!!!”

I snapped my eyes opened, jumped up into a sitting position set, looking around the room. I saw nothing. What in the world is going on?

I felt a hot breeze and the thought of the steamy water crossed my mind. That was until the candlelight started flickering. The flames were dancing around as if someone was blowing on them.





I sat there frozen! I didn’t know if someone was going to come in and drown me or what. I was not scared, but I was agitated. I was supposed to be trying to relax and now this shit. Seriously, can I not get to enjoy a nice hot bath without something happening?

Then I see it, a red glow coming from my floor, in the corner of my huge bathroom. This is where all the whispering was coming from, and had turned into a chant like song. Seriously, it reminded me of the movie Nemo, when they were initiating him into the fish tank. “Shark-bait ooh ah ah.” I was trying my best not to giggle, when this thought crossed my mind.

The red glow was a hole it appeared, but I was not about to investigate. I watched as a something, came up out of the floor. It was tall and dark! I watched as it edged closer to my tub. The chanting and the red glow behind it, shone brightly.

It got closer in the candle light and I realized the “it” was actually more like a person. I looked him over. He was wearing a long black cape that trailed out behind him; it appeared to be steaming, as if someone had poured cold water into a hot pan. It was torn and ripped in a few places and on his broad wide shoulders, there were spikes sticking up everywhere decorating the cape. I thought to myself, really, I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that in a play, more or less in public.

As he made his way closer to my tub and into the light I could make out more of his features. He was quite young, looking to be a little older than me. His skin was pale and creamy white. However he looked like he had an accident and fell into a chimney, causing soot and ash to get all over him. I was not so sure anymore that his cape looked like steam, for all I know, it could have soot and ash all over which means my bathroom will be a mess.

His hair was dark and long, it had not been washed, but looked as if oil was dripping from it. How disgusting!! I would be more willing to get out of this tub so he can use it himself, jeez, the dude needs to bathe.

I was so fascinated by him that I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. On his forehead there appeared to be to small stubs, one on each side. I was not so sure what those were, but my eyes by then had connected to his.

His eyes were magnificent! They were dark and looked even darker to his pale white skin. I looked into his eyes and thought I was looking at the night sky with no stars. That was not the best part. The best part was that he had specks of red in the black of his pupils. When he opened his mouth to speak however, I totally forgot about his eyes.

“Hello, Elizabeth,” when his lips parted, I could then see that he had little pointed razor sharp teeth. O lord, he needed some dental work done big time. Other than his teeth, hair, clothes, and the dude needing a good bath, he would have been gorgeous. He continued to speak, “I have waited patiently to meet you!” His voice sounded as if it were the sun melting snow. I was the snow by the way.

“Ummmm, I am sorry, but do I know you!” I asked him like a snobby cheerleader picking on a new kid at school. I pushed myself down in the tub surrounding myself with bubbles to cover up my nakedness. I had obviously forgotten about being naked, but now I was a little embarrassed. Even with him looking all rough and stuff he was still gorgeous. “Most importantly, why the hell are you in my bathroom? Can’t you see that I am in the middle of a bath?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he said while moving his finger back and forth. “You need not fear me, my dear Elizabeth”

“Fear you? Ha, I don’t fear you! I want you to return down to the hole that you came out of, so that I may finish my bath. I have a busy day tomorrow and I do have school to attend. So show yourself out and go back into your hole!” I looked at him as if he was scum, but was thinking I really wanted to know his name. I know. How weird is that?

To my amazement he just laughed at me! I did not find what I said amusing! Oh, this just pissed me off. “Who the hell do you think you are?” I screamed while jumping out of the tub and grabbing my robe. I was still putting my robe on when, I looked up and he was just staring at me. “Are you some kind of pervert? Because seriously I would have preferred you to look through the window, instead of dirtying up my bathroom. Even better, I would really prefer it if you would leave!”

He was just as fascinated with me as I was of him. “I am the Son of the Dark Lord,” the weird guy standing before me said. No trace of humor remained in his voice and his eyes were all serious. I just looked at him.

“Ummm yeah ok, that explains a lot, now get out,” I spat out at him.

He chuckled, “Oooo Elizabeth, I am so glad I am finally getting to meet you. My name, well, you can call me Landon.” He still looked amused and I didn’t understand.

“Now, err Landon that you have told me your name, we have met and you can leave. Thanks for your time, but what do you want a cookie or something?”

“Elizabeth, aren’t you the least bit curious of not who I am, but what I am?” He said this with so much interest in his voice that it dripped on my feet!

“If I ask what you are, will you go back through your red rabbit hole, before you’re late for you’re very important date?” My mind had wondered off to the children’s movie ‘Alice in Wonderland’.

“Not so sure I can do that, we do have some things we need to talk about, Elizabeth.” He said sweetly.

“Can we not pick another day, when it’s not in my bathroom? That would be great!” I said again more sarcastically.

“Yes, we can another day.” He finally agreed to a different day. Men I swear they are hard headed and stubborn. “I say we are going to get to know each other really well, Elizabeth. We will become great friends.”



“We will see about that.” I said just wanting him to go so I could go finish my bath and prepare myself for school in the morning. “Ok, Landon, what are you?”





“I, Elizabeth am Landon the Son of the Dark Lord,” he said this standing a little taller and prouder. “I am a little confused how you don’t know what I am, for my appearance should give it away.” He said this while studying me, rubbing his chin, and waiting for me to reply. I said nothing. He waited and I just stood their wrapped up in my robe staring at him.

The weird guy standing before me showed no trace of humor in his voice and his eyes were all serious. I just looked at him.

Out of nowhere, he threw his hands up, startled me, and screamed, “I AM A DEMON, ELIZABETH!”