 
# Dark Tales of Vengeance

## Jessica Samuels
Copyright © 2018 by Jessica Samuels

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### Contents

Introduction

1. Boyfriend Missing Ex is a Zombie?

2. Bully Killer:

3. The Tale of the Mean Boss and Bitchy Assistant

4. Abusive Men Die

5. Liars Beware

6. Obsession Spell

7. Being a Vampire in Retail Sucks Chapter 1

8. Tales From Behind the Counter Chapter 1 and 2

9. The Killer Contract Agency Excerpt:

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Also by Jessica Samuels

# Introduction

Revenge comes in many forms, and in many ways. These are short stories about getting even with bullies, exes, and even bosses and coworkers. It even has the original version of _The Killer Contract Agency_ , and _Boyfriend Missing; Ex is a Zombie_. I put in a few short stories featuring Scarlet getting even with bullying men, and one that features Ella who is an assassin that focuses on getting rid of evil bosses and coworkers. And as an extra I put in Obsession Spell. I am creating the novel _Retribution is Mine_ which will be the story where Dante and Scarlet finally meet. And it explains her vampire transformation, too. She started out as a witch at first. I re-released the _Killer Contract Agency_ short which will introduce Carter and Salina who are now the heads of the Agency. It will show how they stopped Adam too. Read on to get a glimpse of my worlds. There are two realms I have created the: Luxor, and Crystal Crest realm. The Luxor realm houses supernatural creatures like witches, vampires, werewolves, and a variety of entities. The Crystal Crest realm is the human realm, and it houses the human population to keep them separate from the supernatural creatures to prevent them from being killed. Here is a look at my world, and Chapter 1 of the Retail novella Being a Vampire in Retail Sucks and a chapter of Tales From Behind the Counter. Since The Killer Contract Agency is re-released I will even include the first 17 pages of it.

## Chapter 1

# Boyfriend Missing Ex is a Zombie?

Crystal Crest realm the human realm.

I sat in my apartment with my boyfriend by my side, and the memories of my abusive ex still haunt me. All those names he called me, and those women he slept with after we broke up turning him cruel enough to hit me. I got out of there, and moved on. Michael who is my current boyfriend helped me heal from it, and I was flipping through a paper when the headline front page stops me cold.

_Jerry Sanderson found dead in apartment suspect is Charlotte Rain who had been dating Jerry for a few years. The two fought when it turns out Jerry was cheating on his girlfriend with another woman._

"I will be over him, Michael because look at the news article." Michaels green eyes widened when I showed him the article.

"Okay can you stop obsessing over him now? He was a jerk now let it go."

"I did though, and now I can really move on."

Michael shook his head, "Well, I know what he did to you, and now you can rest easy."

I sigh, "Yes, I can now that he is dead."

He gave me a wicked smile, "And now I am going to do something to make sure he is well and truly dead."

He has been my boyfriend for a few years, and a powerful necromancer. We had a fight over my ex since the abuse Jerky Jerry put me through still lingered in my mind. Now he can do something about my ex even though Jerry is dead.

A wet tear fell down my face, and I wiped it off. Michael never came home after the talk. I thought he went to his Mom's house to cool off, and think about where we will go from here. I called her to talk to Michael, and apologize to him about my behavior in thinking about my ex.

I picked up a phone at my apartment, and dial the number to his mom's house. It rang and rang until, "Hello?"

"Hi, is Michael there?" I asked unsure of her mind at this point.

"Who are you? And why are you calling my house?"

"It's Michelle, Michael's girlfriend."

"Oh how are you doing, dear?"

"Do you know where Michael is?"

What she said made me nervous, "Oh strange I think he is somewhere else. What are we talking about again?"

"Strange how?"

"He did not walk in the house, but he was here in the yard with a dirty shovel in his hands."

"And then what else happened?" I ask hoping she would stop being spaced out enough to tell me what is going on.

"He went somewhere carrying a heavy black plastic bag. I could tell he was struggling with it, but when I asked if he needed help he told me to leave him alone. What are we talking about again?"

"We are talking about your son Michael. What happened next?"

"He left after that, and went somewhere, but did not tell me where. He did not even tell me why he is upset which is even stranger because we always talk. I'm feeling really worried about him is he okay? Would you be a dear, and find him for me? Oh well, better get back to housework."

I thanked her, and told a few little white lies, and hung up. She seemed out of it probably hopped up on pain medication thanks to her back bugging her all the time. It was probably nothing—she probably just saw him taking out the trash, or something equally noxious, and it hadn't registered that he already did that. Sometimes she got stuck in her own world, and couldn't really tell what was happening around her. It was nothing major, right? But... what was he doing with a shovel? I knew he wouldn't be gardening—he didn't have a garden. Besides, he lived in an apartment. Odd indeed and it had me freaking out as well.

I thought of all the places where he might have gone. I want to find the answer to this little mystery. I visited all his usual haunts, and I still could not find him, which was weird. Since he never disappeared like this ever, and he at least left a note as to where he will be when he does leave. This case of the missing boyfriend was getting even stranger.

I got the key to his apartment from under the welcome mat; A place he keeps the key just for me. I want to search there thinking he could be inside. I thought he would be anywhere but here considering he hates to be cooped up in the apartment for too long. I checked his art studio, and made sure he was not there to surprise me. A part of me thought he would set up a place, and make me a nice romantic dinner as an apology. That is, so sappy it makes me want to puke; enough of that. I looked around to see if he left anything, and to find clues as to what happened to him. I checked the living room. Nothing. The kitchen yielded no results either.

His bedroom was an entirely different matter altogether. I found a few candles in his drawer, and a Book Of Shadows. A Book of Shadows? That's a spellbook for witches. What the hell is he doing with one of those? Really I told him to not do it, and does he listen? No. I knew he was into it, but now I have proof he is.

I even found a key that led to his basement. A part of me screamed, " _Don't do it unarmed you stupid bitch. Do you want to end up dead like all the girls that walk into creepy basements unarmed?"_

I laugh, realizing how stupid it is to go into a dark, ominous, and in the spooky basement without a gun or a knife. All the dumb heroines do it in the movies, and then they get killed. I thought that for a moment, and then decided to save myself from the same fate by grabbing Michael's gun out of his safe. A .45 caliber handgun made by Zack's Armory. I learned how to fire it thanks to Michael. He taught me how to load, aim for the target, pull back the hammer, and then fire it. He even taught me how to clean it. I got to go with him to the range every Saturday. Of course, if he dies I will not be doing that anymore. I try not to think about that line of thought. I shook my head not really wanting to assume the worst. There must be a logical explanation for what happened to him, and maybe things were not as bad as they seem.

I finally got the courage to open the dreaded basement door, and the basement was huge like an underground Cold War bunker. I turned on the lights to brighten the already dark room. The gun was already loaded with a round in the chamber. The slide was pulled back, and I aim at the room. I feel kick ass and ready to fire holes in the asshole that hurt my boyfriend... or the boyfriend. You know. Whatever. I search the room for more clues, burned down candles found, and a pentacle etched into the dusty floor. Herbs still going, and smoldering in a brazier? Interesting, he must be doing a ritual of some kind, but there was no sign of him.

I spot another book on the floor the title, "The Idiots Guide to Exorcisms." Huh? Damn. I had a feeling I know where this is going.

I heard something make a scratching noise. My heart started to pound. I froze up scared out of my mind. I started to panic then I snapped myself out of it because of the Desert eagle in my hand. I pointed the gun in places trying to shoot whatever made that sound. I tried to tell myself it was only a rat—Michael hadn't _really_ been _that_ stupid.

A zombie coming towards me it looked like my ex Jerry Sanderson, and it was him. The blonde hair he has is no longer smooth and long, but in patches on his head with his skull showing through. He did not have his alert blue eyes full of laughter; instead they are just black holes in his head. His flesh was coming off his bones, and hanging in places with his intestines hanging out of his stomach. Yuck! I know a zombie when I see one since he even smells like rotting flesh. I flashed back to a scene that made me remember why they eat living people. I started to panic because I don't want to get eaten right now.

I aimed and shot at Jerry the Zombie in the heart, and it fell down thankfully. I got close to it to see if it was truly dead. It moved and I aimed for the head, and shoot it until the zombie stopped trying to get up which took 3 shots . The bangs were so loud my ears rang from the noise reverberating up and down my skull. I began shaking, and I looked at the thing realizing it looked like my ex-boyfriend.

I looked over, and who is that I spot? Michael. I found him finally, or he found me. Michael looked like a mess: dirty clothes, dirt in his dirty blonde hair, and a cut on his lip. He looked around noticed the zombie smiled, and said to me, "Hey, Michelle. Good thing I taught you how to fire a gun." He is not dead, but alive and only injured a little.

"Hey, dumbass," I reply sarcastically, "don't ever try to mess with dead things again. I have no idea how you managed to make a zombie when it was an exorcism book. If you try this kind of idiocy again, I will not bail you out. The next time I will not only let it eat you, always assuming that I don't shoot you myself."

I glare at him trying to get him to realize how dangerous this stuff was. I doubt mind control would get through his thick skull anyway.

"You're right. I shouldn't have tried to combine voodoo and exorcism together. You did do a good job with the shooting."

He hugged me, and I found myself stupid enough to melt in his arms. "I am still mad at you since you could've been killed. NEVER do this again, and it could have killed you."

I smiled, "Lesson learned not to mess with the dead anymore? And to buy me dinner, and roses instead for an apology?"

He nodded, "And by the way, it was your abusive ex I rose from the dead. I thought that was a better way to say sorry then making you dinner, but I will do dinner and roses instead. I am a good necromancer boyfriend."

I looked at him and smiled. "I do appreciate the gesture since me shooting him did release all the rage I felt toward him for putting me through all those horrible things."

He gave me closure from the past, and a brighter future to look forward to. Most of all he healed me, and that is something I am very grateful for.

I looked at him, "I love you, and I am sorry for bringing up my evil ex too much. And fighting our relationship by pushing you away."

He got down on one knee, "Michelle, will you marry me?"

I said the only answer that came to mind. "Yes, I will."

He kissed me and then I realized we will both have a happy life together.

The End

## Chapter 2

# Bully Killer:

Crystal Crest Realm:

Some people get bullied, victimized, and have had horrible things happen to them. Sometimes it is too late, and sometimes the victim is allowed vengeance on the people who picked on her. Especially since The Contract Killer agency found out about all the bullying in schools everywhere, and hired dark angels to help the operative carry out the deeds. They also invented a machine that predicts what people will become when they get older. If they turn out to be a horrible person when they grow up then they will die before it happens.

It all started with a girl named Melanie, and who was very pretty. She had long dark hair with striking chocolate colored eyes. She was not like other people because she had a specialness about her like a unique aura around her, but people looked down upon her because they thought she was strange or weird. People picked on her because of it, and they treated her badly.

She also had been crying the night before thanks to the people bullying her. The pain drove her crazy, and it seemed as if no one understood her. She tried to report it to the teacher, her parents, and the school board, but they did not believe her. Each night she wished she could stop being timid and that someone would stop all the pain she was feeling, and let her get her revenge. She absolutely hated the people who picked on her, and she wished all of them were dead. The bullies were doing vile stuff to her such as gossiping about her, lying to her, calling her names, and threatening her life.

However, fate decided to intervene, and brought her a surprise. It was a lovely day in June, and school had just ended for the summer. The smell of grilling and flowers in the air indicated the warm summer day had already begun.

Melanie was walking in her neighborhood to clear her head from the mess of her mind full of anger and pain. When she walked along Vine Street, she spotted a handsome guy with dark brown eyes, hair and a really nice tan. He was really built as well. He was heading straight for her. She wiped her eyes and made sure they were tear-free.

He smiled at her, "Hi, my name is Steven I presume you're Melanie right?"

She nodded, shocked this gorgeous guy was talking to her because all the boys at school ignored her. The hot guys at least, and most of them were stuck up football players. The gorgeous guy smelled like heaven to her - Japanese cherry blossoms to be exact, her favorite scent. She also noticed his British accent.

She stopped being shocked, and smiled back. She was curious as to why he was talking to her, "That's my name, why do you ask?"

"I want to give you a present, and it is something the Powers That Be have given me to help you with your bullying issue. I am also a dark angel sent to help the operatives they chose on their journey to help them get rid of the bullies." He flexed his long wings out, and retracted them.

Her eyes widen, "Angels are real?"

He nods, "And they have been watching over you to send you to work for the Agency."

She blinked, wondering how he knew about her troubles. Then replied sarcastically. "Oh, I thought crying for several hours did not do too much to them. I thought they could not hear me. " She mumbled, "I thought they did not care about me."

He heard her. "On the contrary, if they did not care then I would not be here. They do care, and they have been watching those bullies push others around. "

He fixed his gaze on her, showing the anger he felt toward it. "They hate it, and they sent me here to let you have your revenge, and the people who bullied you deserve what they get. They had no right to hurt you like that, and treat you in an inhumane way."

She was thinking about all the terrible, horrendous acts they did to her. The people who she thought were her friends turning against her. Steven looked at Melanie for a lingering moment, saw her expression, and said "You look like someone who has been through hell and back. Tell me about the people who pushed you around."

Melanie was wondering how she got so lucky. She was now very eager to tell him who the bullies were, and put an end to their sad pathetic existence. She happily nodded and replied. "Okay, you seem like a nice guy. I will be happy to tell you about who deserves it. I made a list of what they did minus their looks because I doubt you care about that, and I do not either."

She took out a list of 12 people on whom to get revenge. They all had one thing in common; they loved to push people around.

_The Revenge List_

_Emma Miller: She said I had lice in the fourth grade when I did not. She stole my stuff, and lied about it. She made everyone at the bus stop turn against me, and everybody picked on me. She is a liar, acts desperate with guys by throwing herself at them. She is mean to everyone she comes in contact with. She grabbed my hands when I cried, and tried to hurt me, and choke me._

_Aria Jones: Stole my boyfriends, lied to me when I asked her if an enemy took my bracelet. Said I was a lesbian, tried to control me, threw herself at guys, tried to take people's boyfriends away, broke up friendships, threatened to kill me, and beat me up._

_Olivia Martin: Lied to me, started drama, took my CD, and did not give it back, is mean to everyone, tried to mess up my friendship with Alice, threatened to beat me up, betrayed me, and called me childish._

_Evie Brown: Liar, slut, lied to people all the time, tried to seem like she is better than everyone else, played with herself in public, got mad when I kissed Johnny, has 30-40 ex-boyfriends, is in love with every guy she sees, did not know when to lay off, stole some of my boyfriends, made fun of people, is an all-around bitch to people._

_Clare White: molested me, called me names, stole my stuff, and thought she was hot stuff with guys._

_Lucas Thompson: jerk, did not stand up for girls at all, hated me for no good reason, listened to his jerky friend Mason, did not stop Mason when he tried to force me to have sex with him, hurt girls, and treated them like shit._

_Mason Jackson: tried to pressure me to have sex with Lucas, stuck a needle in my leg, said I had to take my clothes off otherwise he would knife me, pressured girls into sex, and is an asshole._

_Silas King: told his friend to tell me it was over, he broke my heart, found someone else, and cheated on me with a guy._

_Sherrie King: is a mean bully, pushes people around, called me a lesbian, wanted to fight me, lied to me about a guy._

_Juliet Baker: said I was a slut, lied to people, bullied me, turned the drama class against me, falsely accused me of staring at her._

_Natalie Green: is mean to me and my friends, always picked on me for no reason, hurt Chester and Bonner._

_Leo Scott: tried to choke me out, and smother me with a pillow because I said something he did not like._

_Note: Most of the things they did like "lied to me, slept with guys", and acted like this or that repeated because that is why they are on the list. They lied, slept around, and hurt me, and others which is why I made this list of all the repeat offenders._

Steven looked over the list getting angrier as he read what was done to her. Horrible, especially when they threatened her life like that. It brought him back to a time when the same thing happened to him. Girls cheated on him. The guys made fun of him in high school for being different. That is why Steven got the Job in the first place. The job was to train new assassins to kill the bullies before they grew up to commit horrible deeds than just name-calling, and lying.

He knew how she felt because he went through the same thing she did, and he was surprised she kept it all in all this time. He considered her journey with the bullies for a very long moment coming to the conclusion that she deserved her revenge. The only way she could be at peace he decided was for her to eliminate the bullies, so she could be given a new beginning free of being made fun of for being different.

He spoke up, breaking the long silence. "Obviously you have been through a lot, that much I can tell. And I want you to take the box I have because it will help you fulfill your heart's desire."

He handed her the box, and she took it, impatient to see what was inside. She untied the bow, and ripped the crinkly wrapping paper off. After unwrapping that box all that remained was a plain brown box. She opens the box, hoping she was done with the opening to finally see what Steven gave her.

The box housed a bracelet, and it was so pretty she had to put it on. It was like a metallic blue minicomputer, but it was lighter like a PDA. As soon as she did, it automatically turned on with a beep. It really was very similar to a personal computer on her wrist. She started entering all the information it was asking her. It asked for her height, weight, facial features, etc.

The information was processed, and the bracelet turned into an instruction manual listing all of the features available. There was even a cloaking device attached to it which made it impossible for her to be detected or caught period. It is undetectable even to the most sophisticated systems. Not even the CIA could crack the code for it, or detect it period.

"Uh... Steven what exactly do all the features _do_?"

"Melanie, I am glad you asked. It has tons of cool features that you will need to help you with the deeds. It can transform you into a vampire, werewolf, seductress, and whatever else you wish to transform into. It has spells, oils, and potions inside. It even gives you every power and weapon known to man." He said it all like a kid in Disneyland trying to decide which rides to take.

"Awesome, and I cannot wait to have fun with it. " Melanie had a good idea. She thought about it then said. "Okay, I understand. I am going to use it for revenge. Killing the people on my list is a good service to mankind, and no one will be bullied by them ever again. I want revenge, and I want it now."

Melanie's hatred for the bullies turned her into something scary just then, and Steven saw something in Melanie's eyes that no one else saw: Revenge. It made her monstrous with long fangs and red eyes. That is the effect revenge has on some people, and they can become so twisted by bullying that it turns them into a monster thirsting for revenge.

Steven smiled, "Ahh I remember the first time I had my bracelet on." Steven's thoughts were far away, and he shook his head to snap out of it. "Good luck, Melanie, and make their deaths grisly, and bonus points for carnage. When you're done I will find you, and give you a report."

Steven disappeared and went home. Melanie's thoughts were reeling, and jumbling around from the events that had just happened a few seconds ago. The Powers That Be wanted her to have her revenge on the bullies who had pushed her around. First though, she had to list them all, and cross them off the list as soon as she eliminated them.

_People to Kill:_

_Emma Miller_

_Aria Jones_

_Olivia Martin_

_Evie Brown_

_Clare White_

_Lucas Thompson_

_Mason Jackson_

_Silas Emory_

_Sherrie King_

_Juliet Baker_

_Natalie Pasty_

_Leo Scott_

Only 11 people that needed to be taken down and the best part was that they would not suspect her at all since the device cloaked the wearer from leaving evidence around.

"Yes, they will get what is coming to them. It is coming back to these bullies times three." Melanie is happy not just because of the revenge, but because she was now really strong. Evie Brown was the first one on her list since she lived close by, so it would be easy to kill her. Melanie activated her bracelet, and transformed into a ninja with a long steel sword with a blue handle. After forgetting to tell her mom where she was, she went back inside to tell her mom she would be back before dinner. She went back out, and walked along the street. She got out of her cul-de-sac and took a left, then went down the street.

Melanie changed out of the ninja outfit because it was too much, so instead she chose a school girl outfit. She kept the sword though. After getting up to the house, Melanie went up to the door and knocked on it. Evie's mom answered the door, and Melanie said, "Hi is Evie there?"

"Yes, I will go get her." Her mother yelled for her to come, and then Melanie said in the most innocent face she could imagine. "Can we talk in your room? There is something I want to discuss with you."

Evie stupidly led Melanie to her room like a lamb to the slaughter. Then, the door was closed, "For private purposes of course. Sometimes I don't want people to know about me. You don't want them to find out about certain things either. You know all too well what it is like to hide things." Evie was impatient with her getting to the point. "What did you want to talk about?" Melanie had no idea how to start the conversation.

"What I want to talk about is this..." She magically moved a chair over, and she put Evie in the chair, and tied up her arms and legs. Melanie laughed, "You know what I can do, but who cares because you will not live past today anyway." Evie was squirming, screaming, and trying to get out of her chair. She failed miserably at it. It did not matter how hard she tried she still could not get out. Melanie laughed the entire time.

Unfortunately her mom heard, so she heard a knock at the door. "Evie are you okay in there?" Melanie flipped a switch on the bracelet to make her sound like Evie. Evie shut up once she realized how powerful Melanie had become. And saw the bracelet to be exact. Melanie then used Evie's voice to her advantage, and tied a gag around the other girl's mouth.

"Yes mom I am fine, and I was just playing around." Melanie heard the mother's footsteps fade indicating that her mother left. Time to get back to the task currently at hand.

Melanie made her voice normal. She turned to Evie laughing at her enemy with duct tape covering her mouth. The one who picked on her, lied to her, and made her feel like shit. Evie was defenseless now, and the good part was Evie would never hurt her again. Melanie finally spoke, "Evie you know you deserve it, you little slut! You try to steal boyfriends from their girlfriends. You think you are popular when really you are not. Everyone actually hates you. You make fun of people and lie to them." She took her sword, and slashed down on the girl's chest. Blood sprayed all over the place.

"Oh now you do not have big boobs anymore. What a shame now you cannot play with them in public, or in front of guys." She made a pouty face at Evie, "Aww... too bad so sad."

Evie was seriously beginning to freak, and she wished she had not bullied Melanie period. Then she would not have been in this situation. Her eyes squinted in pain. There was blood everywhere all over the floor. And she was crying her eyes out, but Melanie kept laughing. "Look who the weak girl is now." She mocked. Then, she put her hand inside Evie's body and pulled out her heart, and lungs. Evie died. Melanie conjured wolves to her side.

"Eat the evidence." She replied, then left. Afterwards Evie's mom came in the room, and her daughter's bones were all that were left. Melanie had left before anyone saw her.

Back in her room, she took out her list and crossed Evie Brown off. She ate dinner with her mom, and went to bed.

She got up, and dressed in a black shirt with black pants and boots. She strapped on a knife, and always left on her bracelet. She went to meet Steven in the place where she had met him the first time.

She was hesitant at first. What am I doing? Why do I not care? I should be trying to move on, not hurting them. I should leave them alone. She felt sick for the first time about what she had done.

Steven appeared suddenly startling her out of her thoughts. " Nice work with the killing. You cut off her boobs, and ripped out her heart and lungs." Melanie cringed when she heard him say that. He continued, "You did a good job. Well done, and you're a good match for The Killer Contract Agency."

"The what?"

He sighed, "I guess I should explain." He rubbed his head trying to think of how to explain. "The Killer Contract Agency was invented in 1969 to eradicate the awful Malian race. A group of human bullies that not only terrorized other teens, but they grow up to be horrible human beings capable of committing heinous crimes. That is why we kill the ones on your list before they grow up, and wreak havoc on the human race."

"Do I have a choice in the matter at all?"

He shook his head. "Afraid not because if you do not take out all the ones on your list, the bracelet you're wearing will explode and you will die."

Melanie looked at him shocked, "Then why me?" She yelled still not believing she did not have a choice in the matter. Great! She thought. I got my revenge on them, but not without a price.

"Afraid so, but as soon as you finish the list, the contract will be terminated, and you will be free to go."

"At least I do not have to do this for the rest of my life."

He laughed, "True, you only have to destroy the ones that hurt you personally. The rest will be dealt with by other agents."

"I will get the list done then. I had no idea I was special enough to help you guys out though."

Steven was delighted that Melanie would help out. It was not like she had a choice. "Great to have you on board." They shook hands.

"Thanks Steven. The next girl on my list is Olivia Martin. No one likes her, so I will get the job done."

"Good, Melanie. Good luck, and make it count." Then, he disappeared. Melanie looked to see if Olivia was on the list, and she was the third. Oh well do it out of order, she thought. She teleported to Olivia's house, an ugly yellow building with peeling paint. Olivia lived alone, and Melanie broke into her house.

Olivia jumped, then gave her a nasty smile, "What are you doing here you short midget? Get out before you get beat up."

Melanie laughed at her. "I knew you always were a bitch. You lied to me, and tried to mess up my friendship with Alice. Well, I am not the weak girl anymore."

Melanie yelled, "For threatening me this time you die!" Olivia was in the air, a noose hanging around her neck, and then Melanie levitated up to her. She watched Olivia struggle for a little bit, enjoying her enemy struggling to breathe. Melanie took her katana and chopped Olivia's head off. Blood pooled on the floor where the body fell. She crossed her off the list. Olivia's lifeless body was on the floor. Melanie said a few words to her even though she could not hear it, "No one liked you anyway, and they are happy you are dead. The people that you were going to kill are now able to live." She left the room.

She took cans upon cans of gasoline to the house, and doused everything in the stuff. The awful smell burned her nostrils. After the cans were empty she took a match, and stepped outside to the trail she left. She lit the trail, and it engulfed the house in flames. Within minutes everything burned, and she left before she was seen by the neighbors.

The next girl on her list was Aria Jones, and boy did she hate her. Luckily Aria was easy to find, and was staying at a guy's house. Melanie crept up to the window, and was happy when the guy left to go to work leaving poor Aria helpless. She is another easy target to get, and one too stupid for her own good.

Melanie knocked on the door disguised as a girl scout, and disguised her face so she could not be recognized. Aria opened the door, and Melanie gave her innocent Girl Scout face, "Hi, would you like to buy Girl Scout cookies?" She nodded, "What kind do you have?"

Melanie smiled, "All kinds. May I come in?" Melanie walked in, and sat in the living room on the couch. It was a nice place with a few chairs, a couch, a big screen TV, and a table. It smelled faintly like lemons, and soap.

The door was closed, and Melanie revealed herself. Aria's face paled once the disguise came off. A nasty smile came on Melanie's face. Aria tried to speak, but vines came out of Melanie's hands. The stringy vines latched on to her hands and legs. A few covered her mouth, so her screams would not be heard.

She laughed, "You are a mean bitch. You are sleeping around with other girl's boyfriends, and breaking up friendships between people. Betraying your friends, and lying to them. People hate you, and it was only a matter of time before your dirty deeds caught up to you." Melanie ignored the sick feeling being near the mean person brought on. She wanted this kill more than anyone on her list.

Melanie fixed her gaze on Aria, and took out several throwing knives. She pulled out six throwing knives. One by one she threw them at her landing in her arms, legs, heart, and head. Aria died the instant it hit her head. The deed was finished, and Melanie left the scene. She left Aria stuck with knives to the living room wall.

Back in her room she thought about what happened today, and about what she had done. Killing people horrifically, and getting revenge. She thought it would be good to get back at them. Instead she felt like throwing up, and stuck in this situation. It was not as good as she hoped it would be.

Steven teleported to her place. He looks around, "Nice room, and not bad kills either. The police do not suspect a thing, and the evidence is going to lead them to a criminal nearest to the bracelet."

She smiled, "Good. At least I will not go to jail."

He laughed, "Isn't that something. Only nine people to go, and then you are free. Keep up the good work." Then, he disappeared leaving her feeling sick, and not really willing to face everything tomorrow.

"Does he really have to disappear?" Another glance at the list told her the next guys were Lucas Thompson and Mason Jackson.

The guys were easy to find considering they hung out together. It was morning when she went after them. She ended up in a park in the country with birds singing, and the smell of rain coming. It is a pretty day to be outside. Too bad she had to commit murder instead of enjoying the day.

She disguised herself as a blonde girl with big boobs. She spotted Lucas and Mason in the place. She went up to them, and in her most seductive voice asked, "Hi, my name is Sonya, and you guys look really cute. Will you follow me to the dark alley?" Then, she pointed near an alley with an overturned Dumpster, that has two battered chairs, and trash cans lying around. "Right there and we can talk somewhere in private?" She smiled, and the guys took the bait unaware of the fate lying ahead of them.

She arrived at the alley with them in tow. The smell of garbage in the air nauseated her. Ignoring it, she asked, "We are going to play a game to get to know each other better. Will you sit in the chairs over there?" They nodded speechless that this girl was even talking to them. As soon as they sat down, a pair of metal claws snapped around their hands and ankles effectively trapping them. The pain in their hands and ankles made them squirm to try to get out. It was no use though, because they were firmly lodged into them.

She took off her disguise. "Surprise, it is me the psycho bitch stalker you guys hurt really bad." Lucas and Mason began yelling, but no one was there. She was not taking any chances though, and she gagged them to keep them from screaming.

"Now I can talk without being interrupted." Then, she slapped Lucas. "You know you should have stuck up for me when your stupid friend tried to pressure me to have sex with you. But no, now you hate me for some stupid reason." She pulled out her knife, and turned to Mason. "And you, Mason. Did you think you could get away with it to try to pressure me to have sex with this stupid asshole, pressuring other girls, hurting others, both of you? You both are going to die today."

She took her knife, and cut Lucas's eyes out, and blood dripped down his face. Mason was looking on in terror as his friend was bleeding out. Melanie sighed, "Do not worry. I will save him the trouble of suffering." She took the knife and shoved it through Lucas's heart to make sure he was dead.

Melanie laughed, "Now your friend is dead, and it is your turn." She took off the gag.

"Now, you really are psycho you stupid bitch! I am going to tell everyone."

She laughed and said, "No, you will be dead by then." She took out her sword, and he screamed as his head was chopped off. She took off his legs and arms. She did the same to his buddy.

She teleported some of their body parts into the Amazon River, and threw some in the Atlantic Ocean.

After Melanie was done with the killing then she teleported to her room, and cleaned up all the evidence of what she did since she got blood all over her. Steven arrived there a few seconds later. "What no body?"

She nodded, "I took care of it this time, and threw their body parts in the Amazon River and Atlantic Ocean."

He smiled at her, "Yes, and you have not been caught once. I am so proud of you. You make me proud to be working here, and helping people like you."

"I will honestly be glad when this is over though," she said.

He gave her a sad smile, "Yeah this job can get to you, but when it is over then you will be a lot happier."

He left again leaving Melanie to look at her list. The next people were Sherrie King and Noah Thomas.

She put her head down for a break. All this killing was making her sick. She dressed in her nightgown, and went to bed.

It was about 2:00 in the afternoon when she was finished with everything she had to do, and it was the summer. She thought: At least I can get this over with before school starts. She set out for the people on her list. Noah Thomas was not on the list, but he might as well be since he threw a shoe at her, and called her a squirrel. He was an asshole anyway. Another good thing is that Juliet Baker was with them which made this job easier. It was not hard to summon a ghost to make sure all three of them were all together.

Melanie leapt out of the bushes, and caught them in a human spider web. Before they said anything she gagged them to make sure they could not speak. And she spoke, "This is a trial. Sherrie you lied to me, called me a lesbian, and picked on me. Juliet you made fun of me, and called me names. Noah you hit me with a shoe and called me a squirrel. I hate all three of you, and you all deserve to die."

Sherrie and Noah both looked on as Juliet was turned to ice, then she was thrown into a coffin. Melanie teleported Juliet's coffin to the ocean where it sunk 3,000 feet below sea level, and she died from suffocation.

Sherrie was soaked in gasoline, and burned alive turning into ash. Then, Noah was teleported to the jungle, and thrown into quicksand where he died of suffocation.

All three were gone now. She stole a car that belonged to Sherrie, and saw Clare White. She said, "You may remember me the girl you stole things from, lied to, molested, and insulted. Gee no wonder why I want you dead."

Then, Clare said, "Whore!" Melanie was so mad she hit the gas, and ran over her. The comment made her angry. After she ran over Clare enough times she walked home and teleported the car to the ocean with cement sinking the car down.

Later in her room a note was on her bed. It reads:

_I heard what you did with all four of them. I am impressed. Finish the last tomorrow, and I will see you to release you of your duties._

_Have a nice day,_

_Steven_

* * *

Melanie was happy there were only a few to go. Afterwards, she would be released from doing the Contract killings. Then, she could be happy.

The next day she woke up, and she spotted another guy who wronged her. Leo Scott, a jerk that choked her out, and tried to smother her. Luckily he was taking a jog in a place where there was no one around to hear him scream. He spotted her, and gave her a nasty smile. She smiled back and said, "Hi asshole thank you for choking me. It is time for you to die." She summoned an army of zombies, and they ran toward him. He got ripped apart, and they even ate the bones. Melanie watched happily eating popcorn, and happy he was screaming while he was dying. She sent the zombies back after they ate his bones, and threw away her trash from the popcorn.

She left for the neighborhood called Satterhill where the last of the people lived. After spotting Silas she tied him to a chair with vines, and then gagged him. "You hurt me, and broke my heart now you die." She stabbed him in the groin, and she ripped out his heart. He died within minutes.

She went to Natalie Pasty's house, conjured a hurricane, and killed her by a whirlwind. She crushed her in her house, not saying anything to her just wanting to get to the last bully.

The last victim was named Emma Miller. She stuck to going there at night. Melanie went into Emma's bedroom, and said. "This is for spreading rumors about me, hurting me, and stealing my stuff." A cinder block appeared attached to the girl's feet, and she teleported Emma to the ocean where the girl drowned.

Done... the deeds were done, and all Melanie had to do was to wait for Steven to relieve her of her duties. She went to her room, changed, and slept. The next morning Steven woke her, "Job well done. The bullies are dead. Now you can enjoy a life without them. People are happy they are gone, and now they cannot hurt people. Enjoy your life kid, and give me back the bracelet."

"Bye, Steven. I had fun." She handed him the bracelet, and he disappeared. The bullies were dead, and they would never be able to hurt her again. She was happy that she did not have to kill anymore. A few days later she got a letter in the mail:

_Dear Melanie,_

_I figured you would like to know what the people on the list did to deserve the agency's attention. They were going to grow up to be some of the nastiest people on earth. We only do this for bullies that are never going to change. You can rest easy knowing you did a good thing._

_Here is what they would have done:_

_1. Emma Miller: Killed 18 people, and that included cops and civilians._

_2. Aria Jones: Would have become a black widow that killed every man she married after she used him for money._

_3. Olivia Martin: Would have grown up to become a dictator, and blown up the White House._

_4. Evie Brown: would have killed millions of children in sacrificial rights just to obtain more money._

_5. Clare White: Would have killed and married all the eligible millionaire men, and turned her rivals for their attention into slaves._

_6. Lucas Thompson: Was bound to become the next Hitler, and start the Holocaust all over again._

_7. Mason Dick: Would have been part of a drug cartel that took over the United States, and bring all of the USA to Communism._

_8. Silas Emory: Would have threatened the world with a nuclear bomb, and blown up Asia and Africa before focusing on Russia._

_9. Sherrie King: Would have been the famous Crystal Crest county shooter with body counts as high as 1,000._

_10. Juliet Baker: Would have been the head of Operation Pitfall: the plan to sell women in the USA to a human trafficking place._

_11. Natalie Pasty: Would have tried to kill the leaders of the major countries, and take over the world._

_12. Leo Scott: Would have gone on a spree killing and molested 40 children before being gunned down._

_13. Noah Thomas: The dastardly sniper that made over 4,000 kills. That included women, children, and the military._

_Good Luck with your life,_

_Steven_

Melanie was shocked that she actually saved lives, and all by getting rid of them. She was happy to have saved the world from those horrid people.

Melanie went on with her life, and is now married with children. And she is now a famous food journalist that travels all over the world. She has no rage, and her pain turned to happiness.

The Agency however continues on finding bully victims, and giving them a chance to make a difference by killing their tormentors; the ones who grow up to do horrible crimes like murder, rape, and child molesting. The government is now working with them to make the world a better place.

## Chapter 3

# The Tale of the Mean Boss and Bitchy Assistant

Luxor Realm:

Sandy

In the realm of Luxor there was a mean boss named Elizabeth. She would give herself a raise, and not the people under her. She would overwork herself to the point of exhaustion, and yell at the people who work with her. Her office pet was not any better either. She was named Abbey, and she would screw up each task she was given, and yell at the people she worked with. They were two of the horrible people working at Raven's Office. The employees hated them as well, but would not say it to their faces.

Life at Raven's Office was unbearable with the two of them around. People did not say anything because they could get fired. It was an all-around bad place to work at. That is why I called in Ella Evans. An assassin hired by The Killer Contract Agency that specializes in killing evil bosses and bitchy coworkers.

She first started working as an office assistant. The boss tried to ask for sexual favors. She refused, and he raped her. She was let go because she was not needed anymore. That is why her specialty is to take care of evil coworkers and bosses in The Killer Contract Agency. That is why I notified her of the situation in my job. The bitches deserve to die, and the terror had to end. I looked up the number to call her, and got it. I talked to her about the situation she said okay, and that it will take two weeks.

Ella Evans, the Avenging Angel:

I got a call from my friend Sandy. I had heard about her situation, and a smile spread across my face. Now it is time to plan and scheme to take this bitch out. The hits have been plenty though, and people all over deal with horrible bosses and coworkers. The good thing is I never run out of jobs or work for that matter. The pay is good as well. I have gotten so good that I get paid 1,000 per coworker, and 2,000 per evil boss that I destroy. Life is good for me, and I talked to my boss about it.

The decision is yes to taking them both out because apparently they have pissed off other people as well. I will receive 3,000 if I get the hits done right.

The boss and co-workers are working at Raven's Office. I read all the reports from the employees, and all that they have done. The lack of raises, being nasty, picking on other people; it is terrible.

They had to die, and I doubt they would be missed at all. I set up, taking my time to plan what I am going to do. I take my 20 gauge shotgun because they both live in an isolated area. It will be loud, but I am using a device to cloak the noise.

I bring gasoline and matches. Now it is time to do the deed, and get on with the killing. I wait until it turns to night to go after the office assistant. I am calling them Boss and office assistant because they do not deserve names. The office assistant has no one except her mom. I went to the back door, and broke into her house. There is no security system. I am careful not to be noticed at all. I spot her mom sleeping, and move into her room. I aimed the shotgun at her head, and pulled the trigger. Her head burst open like a grapefruit. I took out her mom to make sure she would not say anything about the deed. I doused the house in gasoline, and lit it on fire. With that done, I disappear before anyone notices.

The boss was next. She will not be as easy as the assistant because of her hi-tech security house. The security is made up of: cameras, motion sensors, and guards. Not an easy task because of the guards with guns. It even required key cards to get in, and eye scanners. It was no problem for me though. I have powers to solve all those issues. Since I did not want to go in guns blazing I had to come up with a plan.

I spent the next day following her around, and I became completely invisible so I could not be seen.

The first place she went to was Starkey's breakfast diner. After that I followed her to her job Raven's Office. She spent 5 or 6 hours doing work, yelling at her employees, and overworking herself. Joy. I cannot wait to shoot her in the face. The following around was pretty boring if you asked me. She got lunch at Skippy's pizza place. Worked more, and went home.

The time when she was at home got pretty interesting, and I finally found a time to kill her. I am still invisible at this point. I was never detected by the cameras. I slipped past them, and I am quick enough to get through the gate after her eye scans and key card. Even the guards did not notice me. I said screw it. She ended up calling in a pizza for her husband, and I saw the pizza guy go in but not come out. I waited until the house was quiet, and the car never left.

I waited for a few more hours until everyone was asleep, and I melted through the door. Before the motion sensor alarms went off, I looked for the security rooms. I put in a USB drive to shut the whole security system down. The USB contained a virus that shuts everything down without being detected.

* * *

After that I crept into the boss's room, and I took my shotgun. I aimed for the boss, shot her, and the pizza guy for fun because she has a husband. The fact that she slept with the pizza guy shows that she is an unfaithful bitch. The pizza guy is no better.

Unfortunately, the noise woke everyone up. My adrenaline skyrocketed as I ran for my life. I was still invisible, so the guards were looking around confused. I made it safely to the car. Before I left for my life I scattered bombs throughout the house. Die Bitches! Die!

I got the car a safe distance away from the house. I pushed the button for the detonator, and everything blew up making a mushroom cloud of dirt and debris kick up. The smell of smoke rose in the air. The boss and assistant are dead. I go home, and turn myself visible again. I take a shower to get rid of the evidence, and burn the clothes.

I report to work the next day. "You have made me a very happy man, Ella. Well done, and we are happy to have you on the team."

I was just happy to help my friend, and I love my job. I hope to continue to do this for the rest of my life. I get my check that day and rest easy until the next case comes up. Then, I will have to off more evil bosses, and coworkers...

Sandy

Sarah and Abbey are gone, and Ella did her job. It took a few days instead of a week. Raven's Office is changed to the Den, and it is a good work haven once again for a vampire donor bar. I am the boss now, and my friend is the assistant. We turned this place into a bar that caters to vampires instead of an office, and it is in a good location. Everyone loves it.

We gave all the employees the raises that they deserve, and now everything is good. No employees have been yelled at for no reason. Life is better now without them. Their deaths were reported as freak accidents. Funerals were held, but none of the employees felt like going because of their attitudes. Now Raven's Den is a thriving good place to work for, and we never have to worry about getting yelled at or fired for talking again.

The End

## Chapter 4

# Abusive Men Die

Luxor Realm.

There once was a mean guy named Alexander Couric. He was awful to women, sleeping around with them. Manipulating his girlfriends and using them for sex and that is all. He claims to have killed tons of people, but he has not been caught yet. If a girl crosses his path that he likes he uses her, and throws her away like tissue paper. He is even stupid enough to not use condoms. When the girls find out about his horrible past he says, "No one would believe you. Who are they going to believe a good Luxor warrior guy who does nothing wrong, or a no good piece of trash girl like you?" He was that awful, and begging to be offed by someone more badass than a no good shithead like him. He is a murderer who has killed and raped 9 women, and that is the reason why an assassin was called to take him out.

It was only a matter of time before he got the attention of Scarlet Summers. Scarlet is a vigilante vampire that goes around killing nasty guys like him. Scarlet loves to kill guys like that because she feels she is doing the women population a favor. If only he did not exist. Girl's lives would have been intact. Lives would not have been lost, and Scarlet would not have a job.

Scarlet got the word of it a few weeks ago. After doing research on him, she found all the information she needed to know about him. Everything from his family and friends who were more than helpful in telling her all she needed to know. Not to mention tracking down the past girlfriends who were abused by him.

They were oh so helpful in giving her the info she needed to destroy his no good, sorry ass. He even has a thing for jailbait and video game playing. The sick fuck stalks high school girls, and fucks them while he has a child in the room. He has a child that he does not pay child support for, and the douchebag calls the mother of his child a gold digging whore. He treated her like shit, and she did not deserve to be treated like that at all. He has to pay for that because there is no way she was letting him get away easily.

This was going to be a piece of cake. He was trying to move in with someone, so she had to make him die before another life was taken away. The poor girl was probably with him just so he can use her for sex. Or he forced her to do it, so he could have someone to abuse all the time whenever he pleases. Scarlet saw her mark.

This will be fun to finally see him ended, and girls will be safe once again after he is destroyed.

Scarlet now had his entire schedule down, so it was time to annihilate his sorry ass. She waited at his house one day, and hid to where he could not see her.

She waited until he went to bed. Then she crept up to his bed, stabbed him in his weak spot, and aimed a 22 pistol with a silencer at his head. The trigger was pulled and his head exploded. He was dead now never to hurt girls again. Scarlet got out of there before the cops came, and they never found out it was her. They held a funeral for him, but none of the people that were there for him showed up. They were all dead. The world was safe from assholes like him.

## Chapter 5

# Liars Beware

Luxor Realm.

Damian the Loser was a total jerk. He would be friends with his friends' enemies, and try to cause problems between them. He would become friends with people to gain their trust, and manipulate people into doing his bidding like a puppet.

He would do this day in and out. Lying and manipulating saying things like: "I have always supported you." LIE! "I defend you when people talk about you behind your back." LIE! "I love you, girlfriend and I will always be faithful to you."

LIE...

LIE...

LIE...

He would say mean things behind his friend's back; Hurting them and betraying their trust, telling their enemies things they told them in confidence. He would tell their enemies things that are too personal to say out loud. He would defend himself logically when being confronted, but really talking to lull the person into making it seem like they are the bad guy.

"I would never betray you."

LIE...

Lie...

Lie...

I have never seen someone with as many enemies as he has. All those lies add up in the end. He does it not realizing how deep he will get until he told his lies to the wrong person. He is also the type to say his opinion which turns into more lies.

"I am not a drama filled person." LIES...

"I can say that I do not talk about you badly." LIES...

Then, he betrayed the one person who knew his weakness. Nick Adams loves to tear down manipulators like Damian. Once Damian told Nick's secret to his girlfriend, she broke it off with Nick to go after Damian. This does not sit well with him since Damian lied about Nick having someone on the side. Instead, he hired Scarlet Summers the vampire to take him out, and let him have revenge.

Scarlet loves to get even with people like Damian. Luckily for her, he is wanted for a crime since he has a past history with abusing women he is dating. That is fine with her, and she dresses up to take the liar out making sure to dress in all black. Black shirt, pants, and boots complete her outfit, and she heads to his house using the address Nick gave her. It was a pretty morning in the Crystal Crest realm, and really just another day for her since she loves getting even with guys like him. Luckily he was home, and that made it easy for her to take him out with a .38 revolver designed especially for her to use in these missions. It was not really hard to break into his house, and shoot him in the head while he was watching television. Then it was done, and he was no longer a threat.

She calls up Nick, "The deed is done, and should I leave a surprise for the police?"

"Yes, you should put a message out there so liars will know not to mess with me."

"Done." And she gets to work, and it was a piece of work because when the police got there they never found a body. The only thing they found was: "Liars will get what is coming to them. That is why I exist." Signed in the liar's blood.

The End..

## Chapter 6

# Obsession Spell

**Jenna:**

I look at Jerry, and I'm now sad to let him go. I used to love him until he hit me. I don't deal with it, even if he was joking. It's a serious matter, and I'll leave in a heartbeat since I hate guys like that.

"I really don't want to date you anymore. You treat me like a toy, and you never let me make the decisions anymore. It is all up to you!"

Jerry was a jerk of a boyfriend, and I had to free myself from him since he slapped me; the angry red welt is proof of that.

His eyes widen at my comment, "I cannot believe you are acting this way, and you love me. Why are you breaking up with me? I let you make the decisions, too. You don't have to do this to me."

"You're going away, and I need someone close by. Leave me alone! You already slapped me once, and I don't want that in my life. I will get a restraining order on you if you don't leave me alone. And then you called me verbally abusive no one does that to me at all. I hate abusive men."

He storms off seeing I am not budging, and leaves thankfully. I hope this is the last time I see him.

I wasn't going to take Jerry's crap anymore. The last straw is when he called me verbally abusive. No one calls me that at all. I guess standing up to an asshole and calling him names is considered abuse. Whatever. I don't have to be with him, and from now on he will mean nothing at all. I'm a witch, and the first thing I do is a cleansing spell to rid me of his influence. The spell gets rid of everything shred of good feeling I have for him, and leaves an empty hole inside where his love used to be. I'm in my apartment in the Luxor realm and it's just me and my dragon, Thorn. I'm a dragon tamer witch, and I need to find someone like me to continue my legacy. It cannot be an ordinary witch, either and that is what Jerry was - just a an ordinary witch. I was happier without him, and I didn't need him in my life anymore. I tried to move on, but the magic he possessed made it crazier.

**Jerry:**

It has been a while since I've felt this way about anyone, and I want her to notice me. I've been with her for a while now, and she is all I think about. I want to be with her for the rest of my life. Jenna Michelle with her sexy long black hair down to her back, and grey smoky eyes like she has a storm cloud raging behind their depths. All I ever wanted, but she was with someone else. I had to have her all to myself. She is a witch like me, and she is obsessed with dragons too. And she's a dragon tamer; the rarest witch of them all. I had to have her, and I need to put a spell on her so she will fall madly in love with me and not that asshole. I'm in my apartment in Luxor a realm exclusively for supernatural creatures. The creatures had to be separate from the humans. I don't blame them since they would freak if they realized they were living next door to a witch, or a dragon, vampire or werewolf.

I love her, and I want to be with her the rest of my life. I had to have her to the point where I need to put a spell of obsession since that is the only way I can be with her. The only way to get her attention is too is to make her be so obsessed with me that she is all over me. We broke up after I hit her, and now she is going to be mine again. She threatened me with an order, but I'll go to a witch and make her mine all over again. She will be mine. I get up off my ass, and go to the shop to win my love back.

I get to the shop which has black walls on the outside, and a blue roof. There is a red sign with the shops name in fancy script, and it lights up.

I go inside nervous since he had never been in a witch shop before, and he hated seeing Jenna use magic. This time, desperate time calls for desperate measures. I open the door to the shop noticing the smell of incense assaulting my nose, and the shop is a nice place, too. It has everything a witch, sorcerer, or magic user needs to craft their spells and rituals. There is a woman behind the counter, and she is pretty in my eyes with curly long brown hair, and wide brown eyes like she has orbs instead of regular eyes. She has pale skin, and is wearing a long, flowing blue dress with a corset top. She smiles at me, "Welcome to my shop my name is Diana is there anything I can help you with?"

I smile back at her, "There is something I need help with, and it involves a girl. I want her to need me to the point of obsession. I want it to be like she cannot stop thinking about me, and needs me. The catch is she is a witch."

Her eyebrows rise, "Are you sure you want one of those? Witches can be volatile when they are obsessed with something like that."

"Non issue. I will take it, and how much will it be?"

She smiles, "Okay, just a moment?"

Diana went to the back to pick up the ingredients for the boy's spell, but she knew who he was the moment he walked in. She knew him from her sister, Jenna and she really did not want to put her sister through the spell. She made the spell so she will realize how horrible he was to her, and it will break the moment she realizes that. Her sister needed to be taught a small lesson, and she hated Jerry to the point where she will play along only because he will get the consequences of his actions back to him. She hopes it will end in death.

She finishes gathering the ingredients, and writes the spell on a piece of paper. Then, returns to the front to see the boy.

"Here you go that will be 10 dollars, and it needs to be done on a full moon."

I pay her the money, and leaves happy to get what he wanted. Luckily, it is already a full moon the day I get the spell and I wait until midnight to perform the ritual. I have a big black cauldron surrounded by rose petals, and candles are lit in my room. I took the picture of Jenna I needed for the ritual, and got out a lighter.

"By the powers of earth, air, and fire grant me the power to make her desire me. Make her love me to the point of obsession so she will think of no other. "

Then, I took the lighter and set the picture on fire and put it into the pot. The spell is complete, and I got a call from my cell.

I pick it up, and hit talk. "Hello?"

"Hey, Jerry it is Jenna. I have been thinking about you, and I miss you. Let's get back together?" She replies in that cute way he loves, and he can tell she was the same Jenna he fell for.

I laugh glad the spell has worked. "Yes, I think it is a good idea."

I'm finally happy now! I missed her and it's good to have her back.

A few months later, I met someone. A human in one of the vampire bars I was going to for fun, and suddenly getting Jenna did not seem so important anymore. I think it wasn't supposed to work out with Jenna because of her. We began talking, and talking until finally we kissed. After that I broke it off with Jenna because Dawn was better even though she was a human she had a strength I needed that Jenna never had.

I broke it off from Jenna to be with Dawn, and I hope it all works out. Jenna did not take it well, and I had to get a restraining order.

**Jenna:**

I still want him. He broke up with me for another woman. It is stupid because he is a great guy. He could have been my soul mate, and the ONE. And he fell in love with a human, too. A pathetic, whiny human. I want him back even if he is with someone else I do not care. I will get him back even if I have to kill her...Ahh...that will be fun considering she has a drug issue. Bitch! The new girl does not deserve him the way I do, and she's a vampire toy. My dragon, Thorn is always by my side and gives me a boost of his dragon magick when I need it.

_But you're with another, and you belong to Thorn these are not your thoughts._

_Yes, they are I love Jerry and I want him in my life._

_No, you don't something is wrong here._

_No, it's fine._

I think about my beloved with the cutest smile I have ever seen. I cannot wait until the other bitch is out of the way. I get out of my room. Walk out the door, and turn on the street my true love Jerry is at. I bring my binoculars, and I spy on him through the window every day and night without fail. I love him that much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. He is everything to me, and I cannot wait until we are together.

_But you don't love him he was abusive to you remember? He hurt you by calling you verbally abusive and hit you. Or have you forgotten already?_

_No, I didn't. It was just a one-time deal; he loves me._

We go to the same school, and have the same classes which means I get to see him every day. I dream about us being married and having kids. I wrote Jenna Michelle Stevenson several times in my notebook. I have fun watching my soul mate eat, sleep, and brush his teeth. I even take notes and observe what he does in my Jerry Funnel Stevenson diary notes to know what he likes. I call him seven times a day then I hang up. He does not know it is me since I use *67 to hide my number. To make him feel someone is watching him with love like he is my world, and if I could just have him my day is complete.

_Jenna! Use your head! You're acting crazy! Stalking him? There is something wrong with you. Normal people don't stalk someone they love. You're acting crazy, and the guy is an abusive asshole._

_Go away, Thorn I know what I'm doing._

His parents will love me when I marry him. I stare at his room for several hours only to get mad. His slutty girlfriend Dawn Road is there. She has dull brown hair with no soul. Dead muddy eyes like a fish in the supermarket normal and average. Not a witch like me. Size DDD like she has a watermelon stuck to her chest. A cheerleader normal boring... I am better looking with long flowy dark red hair, green eyes, pale like a ghost. I love wearing cherry red shirts with blue jeans and combat boots. Tall, curvy, wavy haired, better than her period. Yuck. Gross.

She cheats on him constantly, and I keep trying to tell him. He threatens me with a restraining order, so I can't tell him.

I will spy on the bitch then sending him the tape in the mail.. I see him and his girlfriend talking, and having a good time. It makes me want to grab my rifle, and take her out right now. I would do it from this height, too, but the court took my rifle with them the moment an order was placed on me. I am trying to have it repealed though. Bitch! She needs to be eliminated; she does not deserve him like I do. He is mine, and not hers.

I smile, leave, and make it to my room to plan my next move against her. The bitch has to go either way, alive or dead.

The first step in getting rid of her is to follow her. I will need to videotape her with another guy to ruin their relationship. Luckily, I know where she lives. I go to sleep knowing I will have fun making the girl's life a living hell. She took someone from me, and now she is going to pay.

The next day, I wake up and it is a Saturday - no Witch School. That left me the whole weekend to spy on her. Goody. . I have to ruin their relationship period; he does not need a woman like her. He needs me, but he will not admit it and I'll make him love me even if I have to tie him up in a basement until he loves me. I can use an unbreakable love spell to hook him on me forever.

I dress in all black, wear glasses for a disguise, and cast a small appearance spell to make me appear to look different. I doubt she will recognize me now. I smile happy about my plan. I am following her to wherever she goes. I brought a camera to record everything, and a notebook to take notes on her. I want to get all the information I can on her before I take her out. I need to take her out period. She is not good for him at all. That woman is a horrible piece of trash. Icky...

I head out to her place, and I wait until she gets out of her trailer. An ugly trailer that no one, but a hobo will love. A dirty lawn full of crushed beer cans and cigarette butts littering the place. My...My...even my house looks better. He could do so much better. She does not have a porch, or a convertible only a rusted poor car. An old car that looks like it has been hit so many times it needs a ton of body work to get it working again. I see bitchy Dawn wearing a low cut top that makes her boobs pop. Maybe she thinks the shirt will make her blue eyes stand out? They don't she only looks like a tired out hag that loves to pick on girls for breakfast, and wearing too short shorts and come fuck me heels.

She is in her car. I conjure an invisible dragon, and get on his back. My pet dragon named Thorn on who has red and black scales with yellow eyes. He is capable of turning into a human at a moment's notice. He is my friend, and he can talk to me mind to mind if he wants to.

_I am talking to you now stop this nonsense and think about what you are doing. You are following a guy's girlfriend to interfere with a relationship that is not going to work out anyway._

_Oh don't be silly. You know I have to stop them from becoming a couple permanently._

_Think for yourself! Stop this madness, and don't let thoughts about him do this to you._

I tune out not wanting to pay attention to it. He has no right in getting between me and Jerry. We have a bond no one can break. I cast a spell to cover me and the dragon, so people will not see it. I love flying, so this part will be fun. I love feeling the wind on my back, and I wish to show Jerry the beauty of it. Following someone is easy as long as they do not know you are there. I laugh, they will not know what is coming to them.

The car stops at a tanning place - no surprise there because I doubt she could get her color out of a can. Uh.. Really? She took a few hours there and left came back burned an ugly red.

I kept following her, and she stopped at the mall. I said screw it, and follow her in. The mall we have called Parker's Place a mall decked in black and gold with various shops and boutiques places where you can buy clothing, accessories, toys, and shoes. There are even perfume and bath and body shops.

She walks into a place called, "Minnies" a lingerie shop. The thing that made me happy is she met a guy there, and it was not Jerry. It was her ex-boyfriend Tommy! She has been cheating on him then. Like she will again and again because I doubt she could give him what I could give him. I doubt women like her are faithful anyway.

I recognize the guy, too. Jerry's archnemisis: Tommy Rock. He's a blonde haired surfer boy with blue eyes, tan wearing a t-shirt and jeans with blue sneakers . Well, well, if I can get this on tape on my camera then they will break up. Hopefully, at least. I get out my camera, and hit record.

She is flirting with him too, and rubbing up against him kissing up on him. My blood boils seeing her treating Jerry like shit by being unfaithful, and cheating on him. Cheating on him with someone ugly and not attractive at all considering Jerry is better looking... I recorded it all. I finally got the footage I was looking for. I record her spending time with Tommy a little bit too close to him with her hanging all over him like he is the best thing in her world. Watching them run errands together and flirt, laugh, joke, and she seems to be having more fun with him right now than Jerry.

I follow her all the way to Tommy's house to see her hang with him, and spend time together.

_Don't do this to her; let him find out on his own. You're acting crazy all for a douchebag not worth your time. Not even worth the air he breathes._

Thorn says not getting that I don't care what he has to say. I don't care since it is my destiny to be with Jerry. This is the proof I need to make him see how much of a cheating person she is, and how unworthy she is of him. God, I feel like throwing up now how could she do this to him? I am more worthy of him because I will never treat him like she did. A cheating bitch like her deserves to get her heart broken by him.

I made up a package especially for him, and put a note on it, "Watch it because it is about Dawn." No return address is there.

I put it in his mailbox even as I break the stupid restraining order since it is for a good cause.

I sit in my room, and wait until three when he is home from his guitar practice. I walk over to spy on him, again and see his reaction through the trees. His eyes widen in disbelief. He sees her making love to someone else, his rival, and a guy who he hates more than anything. I smile evilly. Victory. He looks at his cell phone texting words. He puts it to his ear.

I could hear some of the words he is saying:

"How could you do this to me?"

"Why would you do this with my rival, and the one I hate?"

Then, he said the words I really wanted him to say,

"It's over, and you are a cheating liar. I have had enough. I do not want or need you in my life ever. Stay out of my life, or die for all I care. I did not deserve to be treated like that you heartless bitch. You are an emotionless bitch and dead inside, and you will never find someone as good as me. It does not matter who you marry or have kids with they are not me at all, and you will never have that again. Then again you, did set me free and I thank you for that. You can try to find someone, but really they cannot fill you like I can because I was your first love. You never really forget your first love, but you did. You had no issue treating me the way you did therefore you did not deserve me in the first place. "

YAY! Finally she is gone, and done...Not there anymore...Now I can be with him forever. He is mine, and I have yearned for him since high school. I come out of the tree o go up to his house, and knock on the door. I hear him on the other side. The door opens, and it feels like an eternity before I see his face. Surprise. Eyes widen, and he looks like he is about to throw up.

"Now that Dawn is out of the way and gone, no one will be in the way of us, my love." I smile. He recoils like I burned him, and turns angry. Why is he angry I only want to be with him for the rest of my life?

"So it was you that sent the tape; I should have known." This is so not happening the way I planned.

"But—"

He cuts me off. "No, I told you I do not want or need you in my life, so stay out of my life. It does not matter if she cheated on me. I still wish it would have ended better. You and I are done. The straw that broke the camels back was your selfishness. You cared more about going to prom then taking care of me when I was recovering from being an alcoholic."

"You were a douchebag to me flirting with other girls while you were away especially after you joined the commandos and bragging about raping girls, and having nine fuck buddies. You did not wear protection for god's sake, and when you get a girl knocked up I will laugh my ass off. You play, you pay and karma will be a bigger bitch then me."

The spell he had over me broke, and my blood pressure went through the roof. I was obsessing over an asshole. He is not the guy I fell in love with, but a stranger. One who I don't even know...

He smiles at me like he won the fight. Nope not even close, asshole. I spoke to shut him up, "I was wrong. You're not perfect for me at all. You made the decisions, and you ultimately dumped me in a way since you could not handle being in a relationship with me. You could not handle being in a long distance one either, and you were probably going to dump the girl you are seeing for the same reason. You're a chicken shit, and I would rather have a guy who will fight for me versus one who just walks away. Pussy! You're also an abusive, douchy, prick who could die for all I care."

I take a deep breath, "The only thing I regret is not breaking up with you before you hurt me. Oh that's right, I did. Then somehow, I wound up obsessing over you to the point of stalking obsession."

His smile changes to one of shock the glare returns making him more ugly than he already is. I really should have hurt him more, and his other personality was way better than the one I was talking to.

_Now you see him for who he really is..._

"There is just one question I expect you to answer...She is a cheater. How could you love her?" I plead with wide eyes.

"She was not really doing it. She only made it look like she was because I should not have put a spell on you, and for that I'm sorry you're not mine. You belong to someone else like a dog to her owner."

I freeze not really registering how cruel he was to me. This cannot be happening...No....I refuse to believe it surely he cannot be that cruel.

A spell? It was all a lie?

_Told you now and time to break it you're a powerful witch, and also you're supposed to be mine, not his. That is what I was trying to tell you all along._

"How could you do that? Do you expect me to believe that when I saw with my own eyes how much of a cheating bitch she is? Really no one goes out of their way to pull an elaborate scheme just to get me off your back."

"I want you to leave me alone. Move on, and forget me. Leave me to a happy life with my pregnant wife. I don't want you in my life anymore I used to until I realized you are a selfish person."

I huff, "I doubt I want an ass like you. I don't want to be stuck at home when I could be exploring. All you wanted to do while we were dating is stay home, and watch movies. The greatest thing I ever did was break up with you, and I don't care if you knocked her up you will pay; and you will both pay with you lives." I walk away, and reality hit when I realized he held me back from enjoying my life, and really I am a witch; no one crosses me and lives.

Inside me I rage, and I sneak into Jerry's room when he is out slutting it up with cheating Dawn. I went through his things. Only to find a book of shadows, and turned to journal entry number 21.

_I love Jenna so much it hurts. I love her more than anything in the world. She does not love me back which kills me. She might as well stab me - I wanted to spend my life with her. I even killed her lover to prove my love for her. I know I have done horrible things, but I thought it was over the moment I found her._

_Entry 22_

_I went to the shop on Maple. I found a spell that causes Obsession in a person. It makes the person so crazy that they cannot do anything, but think about the person. I want her to feel that so she will want no one except me._

_Entry 23_

_I performed the spell, and it did seem to work. It did work for a few weeks, but I got bored so I broke it off. It got so bad I had to get a restraining order on her._

_Entry 24_

_I found Dawn. Dawn treats me better, and has less mental issues. Plus she puts out more than Jenna did. We were not even together that long anyway._

_Entry 25_

_It worked, but it is more of an annoyance now. I could easily put her down. I threatened her with a restraining order..._

I stopped reading. I just could not take it anymore. He put a spell on me, and hindered me.

Suddenly I was not so obsessed anymore with him. The rose colored glasses came off. I feel like I woke up. I did, and that is why instead of killing them I made Jerry go insane with rage to the point where he ended up killing people. It made it so that he had to be put down. And as for Dawn I just gave her to the vampire to be used as a chew toy. You never mess with a witch and live. I winded up going to the Dragon colony with Thorn.

I can move on now, and put the past behind me. I did..I cried red hot tears then left. I moved.. I changed my life.... I broke the spell... A few days later I got a letter in the mail.

Dear Jenna Stevenson,

I know it was you that killed Jerry and Dawn, but you are just what we need in the Agency. I hate men that love to cheat too, and that is why we are contacting you. The Killer Contract Agency is an agency that gets rid of evil exes, bosses, coworkers, and friends. We even get rid of the bullies. I know you fit the bill, so if you want to continue having fun getting rid of people like your evil ex, then join the Agency. Then, you can continue to do that to make it safe for people like you everywhere. We can also use a dragon like your Thorn, too and there is a place for him. We need a witch like you, and that means you can now join the Luxor realm since we have an Agency headquarters there just for witches.

I hope to see you there,

Salina and Carter.

Oh hell yes! I loved being able to join the Luxor realm since it is full of supernaturals versus this realm of humans. I went to the Agency, and got accepted to the Agency passing their tests with flying colors, and that is just one way to get into the Agency.

After the Agency took care of their administrative duties, I even got contacted by the head witches about a position n the Luxor realm working for them on revenge against cheating exes and cases for breaking spells on men and women affected by the curse was under. I do that, and help the Agency; I have never looked back since, either. I found a new guy way better then Jerry, and this time it's a dragon that loves me, and will fight for me to the death. My dragon is always by my side, and I really will not have it any other way.

The end.

## Chapter 7

# Being a Vampire in Retail Sucks Chapter 1

A fire is burning in the fireplace and it makes the living room warm to combat the cold air conditioning running through the rest of the house. I use this time off to banish the memories of my last case, and the previous ones when I was with the agency. I finally have a chance to try to get my mind off my past once and for all.

It all started when Nathan killed Zion, my lover, since he was an abusive and jealous jerk. My grief led to me wanting retribution so fiercely that I was hired by The Killer Contract Agency. I then went on a killing frenzy eliminating Nicole, Megan, Kelsey, Kyle, and Nathan. I got my revenge, but not without a price. My final step was to swallow Nathan's soul but, it caused me to go crazy and I ended up gunning down innocents. I was changed into a vampire to stop the rage from consuming me. Once I turned, the rage stopped and I became sane again. Then I was captured by a crazy necromancer named Rick, and he tried to turn humans into creatures by performing horrible experiments on them. I stopped Rick with help of the Moon Wolf pack. All of the old case files went into the fireplace, and the bracelet I still have as a reminder of what I have been through. I turn away from the fire and the past.

I look around the apartment I love. We moved into it after I became a vampire and we transferred to the Luxor realm. It is a big place with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, an office, kitchen, and even a library piled high with books. The walls in the living room are charcoal black and the carpeting is the color of warm blood with a gothic theme throughout the house: cobweb wallpapers with candelabras, and magical statues of wolves and dragons placed in the house to guard it from intruders.

Sitting down on the black leather sofa, I let the warm fire relax me. There is incense burning and the smell of apples and cinnamon take me to a place of comfort. The necromancer situation still haunts me, since I was tortured horribly. I don't want to go into details, but I hate them. The asylum case was just as horrid. Especially seeing all those supernatural creatures hurt when they did not deserve it. I exhale and let it all go. I am on my vacation after all.

Dante, my lover, is rustling around papers in the office we share. Since I have nothing better to do, I go see what he was doing in the office. And maybe play around a bit on the computer.

"Come in," he replies after I knock on the door since he loves to keep the door closed to concentrate.

"What are you working on?" I ask as I walk into the room and stand behind him, peering at his screen. I know he hates it when I do that but I just can't help but rile him a bit. He sighs and stretches, making me stare at the muscles flexing underneath his shirt.

"Shit loads thanks to the damn necromancer-werewolf-agency issues. I dislike Rick, and his bullshit about falsely helping people without powers. He just had to work in the Crystal Crest realm with the psychics to experiment on innocent creatures. At least the asylum is a black crater in the ground now. And all of their data on us is destroyed. "

"Fun, I love paperwork. But at least we no longer have to worry about the Crystal Crest realm becoming like ours."

He laughs and it lights up his entire face, making his soft silky black hair undulate around his handsome face. I stare at his muscles as they ripple with the simple gesture of him sweeping his hair out of his eyes. He turns his attention back to the screen in front of him and I sit down in a plush chair in the corner and watch him work.

I don't pay attention to the time until I feel a gentle hand brush my long red hair behind my ear. My green eyes come back into focus after staring at nothing but remembering the experiments.

"Brooding again?" He asks concern in his brown eyes. He knows I dwell too much on the past, especially since it was a shock to my system.

"Yes," I reply sheepishly, "I was just thinking about our latest mission. All of the things the necromancer said he would do to my friend's dead body still haunt me." I shudder, trying not to think about it, and try to block out the images that are flooding my mind.

"Thinking of it only makes it worse. He is dead. The Asylum is a graveyard. You are going to drive yourself bonkers if you keep thinking about it. I agree with how horrible the whole situation was, and I wish I could pass on my extra abilities on to you. Then you would never have to fear. Do you think I like seeing you like this?" He asks.

"No, and I know it was hard on you as well. I'm sorry I still get lost in the past. At least the werewolves were able to save me." I say with a smile trying to focus on the good side of my experiences.

"They did, but it also means you owe them a favor. Werewolves always collect their favors and sometimes it is dangerous. I know I owed them once, and payback nearly made me tied to a member of their pack." I sigh, not wanting to think about what they will want in return for saving my life.

"I want to check my email," and I hop behind the desk across from Dante's. My mind jumps to more essential everyday things like work and coupon shopping. I need some new clothes from Gothic Gear and Witch Cauldron and I hope that there are some money off coupons in my inbox.

I quickly get comfortable in the leather chair since it fits the shape of my body perfectly. I turn on my high-powered desktop and log into my personal email. I am disappointed when my inbox has nothing but spam. No, I don't want another vampire groupie, not after the last one died. Nope, I don't want to meet single vampires in my area. Absolutely no to getting the biggest erection of my vampire life. All junk and no fun coupons for me. Frustrated, I decide to check my work email. Even though I am on vacation there might be something interesting going on to take my attention.

"Hey, look at this," I tell Dante and he moves behind my chair. He looks over my shoulders to read what is on my computer screen.

"Why does he want to see you? I thought you were on vacation. I was looking forward to relaxing with you." He sighs, "Do you want me to go with you to the office?"

I nodded, "Special assignment sounds fun, but it also sounds like a handful. I just hope a necromancer isn't involved in this one. I hate those guys." I shudder again and push away the images from my past. Necromancers are notorious for getting zombies to do their dirty work. It is helpful to send one after someone you want dead because they are hard to kill. The only way to stop them is to cut off their heads. "Let's change, and then hit the road."

A little bit later, we slide into Dante's Strider X, the fastest type of car in the realm. We quickly get to the store since Derrick is impatient. The sun is a horrid ball of heat frying everything in its path. The soft tank top I am wearing allows the cool leather from my seat to relieve my skin from the inferno. I don't like the heat. I would rather it be an in-between temperature, not too hot or too cold.

Roger's Video store is a front for the detective agency in the Luxor realm. King Alexander and Queen Diana Battle don't want anyone to know about either Derrick's Detective Agency or its partner the Killer Contract Agency. They work together to help solve crime and catch criminals for the crown.

Dante looks up at the sun. "At least the sun here is not toxic to us. I was a surfer before I changed into a vampire you know. I like still being able to surf; it is more fun with powers. And the donors and blood bags definitely make life easier. What about you Scarlet, do you love it?"

I consider my transition to being a vampire, "I love it, and it is so much better being sane. Thank you for turning me. I love having my magical powers and my spirit guardian."

"Of course I remained after you changed. You need me to guide you and help in combat." Nightshade speaks in her melodious voice in my head.

"I am happy to have you too. You have saved my ass plenty of times. I will always be grateful to have you in my life." I commune back.

Nightshade has watched over me ever since I came into my power as a witch. I have been her charge to guide even before I received the bracelet. She became my permanent guardian when I put on the bracelet, and when I kept my powers during the transition she decided to stay with me. She is a spirit that stays by my left ear and is visible when she desires.

"It is amazing that you still remember when we first met," She comments knowing I am brooding on the past again.

"I always will because you saved my ass more times than I can count."

"I think we need to go into his office now," Dante interrupts and I notice we have reached our destination. He knows about Nightshade and doesn't mind when we talk, he talks to his guardians, too. His guardians are the hell hounds: Cloud and Enforcer. Derrick is an impatient man and we both want to see what he wants.

"Sorry." I reply sheepishly. "Nightshade was talking to me." Dante is standing over me holding the door to the car for me to get out. He is such a gentleman! He takes my hand and squeezes it gently, then smiles warmly.

"Would you like it if I was in your mind more, not just when you are in danger?" Because Dante is my sire, we can talk telepathically. It comes in handy during battle or undercover cases when we need to speak privately. It also makes the romance between us so much better. I nod in response to his questions and we walk to the store to see what the boss wants.

Roger's Videos store is a bright beige building with a black and white sign denoting the name on the front of the building. The bell tinkles as we go through the door. I look around the room with brightly lit shelves and neatly placed videos. We might need to rent one if the news sucks. Syron waves to us from behind the counter as we make our way to the back of the store. Past the public restrooms, we go into the office to find out what the boss wants.

Derrick Sanders, the owner and head of the detective agency, sits at his desk wearing his favorite camouflage clothes. His constant self-imposed distractions tell me he has seen more horrors than he will admit to. I don't want to interrupt him so I wait until he stops typing and looks up at me before I speak.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yup, Scarlet," he replied in his former army tone. He leans back in his chair and continues in the voice he used when he sent troops out for battle. "There is an issue that has come up involving Fiona's corner and Café, the retail establishment. Some of the women from the Moon Wolf Pack have gone missing and all of them worked for Fiona's. "

My eyes widen, "The ones who helped me escape from the asylum?"

He nods, "Afraid so. The last place they were seen was their work place. Here are the files on the girls who are missing." He hands me the files, and I take them with caution wondering who the unlucky girls are, and if I know them. Shania Wolfson, Sonya Simone, and Merica Laker. Phew, I never knew them personally. They are all very beautiful, and belong to Rex's pack. Since they are part of the pack that rescued me from the necromancer the least I can do is try to find them. All three girls disappeared a few weeks after starting to work at the store.

Terrific, a retail store gone rancid, why am I not surprised? Honestly, it is not surprising to hear, especially since the boss is a 1,000-year-old vampire who use to use the store as a front for hurting creatures through horrific experiments. Luckily, it had stopped thanks to Derrick's Detective Agency. At least I thought it had.

"Is this another find the missing women case or an undercover one?" I ask dreading the answer. I have a bad feeling I knew where this was going when his face changed to a look of sympathy.

"I want you to go undercover to find the missing girls. You will need to pose as an employee at the store. It is the best approach to get information on both the girls and the company. The werewolves have asked for you specifically, as payment for your debt."

"I can't wait to see you in an adorable little uniform!" Nightshade teases, he voice filled with mirth.

"Great," I comment with feigned enthusiasm, "Just what I always wanted to do; work retail!" I sigh, and he gives me the rest of the paperwork that I need to go undercover. I have my new identity as a vampire named Lily Stone, as well as all of the legal documents to support the story.

Dante laughs, "At least there are no necromancers this time. This should be way easier than that was, and you don't have to deal with crazy people." His mirth is not concealed as he grins from ear to ear, "And it could be worse, you could be at Fang's Fast Blood and have to deal with hungry vampires. Fast food would definitely be worse."

"True." I laugh, "I have been to one, and the vampires are way too picky about it what they want."

Derrick joins our laughter, "No necromancers at all, unless they are customers buying their items. The only creatures you will have to deal with are a few vampires, witches and werewolves. There is also the sorceress who is the owner of the store and her vampire lover Ren." He smiles at me and his next words change the mood in the room, "I am really happy to see you in one piece. I know the last case was not easy for you. After this assignment, I want you to take a long far away vacation." He pauses, "then you have to come back for another case."

"No worries, I will come back to work," I grin at him, "Honestly, I think a trip to the islands is in order. I want to learn to surf." I look at Dante and he smiles.

Dante and I leave, walking side by side on our way to the car. I am hoping that the case is straightforward, but my history has taught me otherwise. I browse through the files Derrick gave me as Dante drives back to our home. Derrick's note point to his suspicions he has about Fiona Stagea and my main purpose is to spy on her. Werewolves never do well at her store; they either quit quickly or disappear. Ren, her lover, was the last person that was seen with Shania. The two had been seen fighting a week before and no one had seen her since.

As I think about what going undercover in retail means, I begin to get angry. I won't have weekends off anymore, not that I ever shop on weekends. I don't like crowds so I tend to stay away from stores when they are crowded. I will have to deal with customers and I have seen how nasty some people are to retail workers. Many people take out their own problems on the employees, using them as verbal punching bags, which is not right and now I will have to deal with it. I used to work retail, and I hated it. I had to deal with all of the problems while I was trying to pay my way through witch school. I think about the amount of time it usually takes me to solve a case. The asylum took a few months, and that was after Nightshade woke me up from the drugs they were making me take.

"Thanks for that by the way," I intone to Nightshade and I hear her laughter ringing through my head. At least I am never alone. I go back to my brooding and think about my time frame. There are only four months until Christmas, and even less before the shopping season ramps up. So I don't lose my sanity again I decide I have to solve the case before then.

Many of the creatures in the Luxor realm used to live in the Crystal Crest realm, like me, and we tend to keep up the habits of our human lives. We celebrate the same holidays because it helps remind us of our humanity. The other downside to working the busiest season of the year in retail means that I will probably slip up and bite someone. Blood bags and donors have helped me conquer the urge but when my temper is high, I have been known to lose control.

Dante and I spend a magical weekend together before my new nightmare begins.

## Chapter 8

# Tales From Behind the Counter Chapter 1 and 2

**Chapter 1: Introduction to My Journey Into Hell!**

I never planned on working retail at all. I wanted to continue at the job I was at since I was making 8.75 an hour in the two years I worked there. I was an assistant to a successful company, and helped them with research. The same research that gave me empathic abilities, and made me able to read their emotions. Of course, I'll go into detail about it during AngelWitch, my book coming out. They informed me of what I was more than anything. Then, the company was bought out by another and I was laid off. I live in the Crystal Crest realm. After I graduated Southbend High school, I went to a community college. The whole time I was working retail on the weekends, and an extra day during the week. Thirty-two hours, and forget having weekends off since retail has weekends mandatory at times. Those are the busiest times anyway. During the week it's slow as shit, and Sunday nights suck, too. It's the busiest Friday nights, Saturday around noon and 6:00. Sunday it picks up around 1pm after the church crowd hits. Holidays suck since it means crowds the day before and on the actual holiday. It means there will be constant register calls, and stupid people with stupid questions. I must have a drink sometimes after work to dull their energy signals/emotions I felt from them. Their emotions can leak into you like a virus corrupting everything. Feeling their anger, disgust, and rage can have you feeling drained after eight hours of torment.

I was unemployed for six months after I got laid off, and then I got a job at Kyle's General Store working retail after I applied to several places. I graduated community college, and then transferred to South Bend University to major in English and minor in History. I live at my apartment off campus and take college classes online. It's been a wild ride in retail-five years of it. Five years of being normal and acting like a normal college student.

My name is Angeline and you will see me in my new book AngelWitch where I finally find my escape from retail, and move on to bigger and better things. This book will have me telling you stories of my time working at Kyle's in various departments. Retail is not for everyone. Not everyone can handle it. I have long black hair and smoky grey eyes. I'm pale since I don't get out in the sun much, and to the world I look like a kid since I have a youthful appearance. I have a slim body, and it fits with the Kyle's General Store outfit. Black shirts with the words Kyle's General Store, and it has to be collared. Black pants even black jeans are allowed. They have added a black vest to the mix so people can identify who works there, but it doesn't matter. I still have people ask if I work there. There is a name tag on the left side, and it has my nickname Angel for short on it. I love the fact that it's all black since black is my color. I even wear black eyeshadow and nail polish to match looking like a goth girl.

It's easy to get a job when you know someone. I got the job thanks to my guardian Kalisa to get away from it all, but that is a story for another time. After completing the personality test thing, which was easy since you pick stuff to indicate you are a people person. Then, there are interviews and the drug test afterward. You are put in orientation to get to know the company, and then the two days of mind-numbing modules that don't give you real world experience. Of course, when you get on the floor they don't have time to properly train you so then you have to stumble around like an idiot. Then have customers get mad that you don't know everything in the store even though you just started.

I work weekends and working five years in retail is slowly killing me. Yes, I make $11.50 an hour since they changed minimum wage in Crystal Crest. The government decided people need more money, and changed it to make lives better. Retail is not for me though. I can't stand being around managers that run you to the ground. I can't stand the customers who want you to break rules just for them, and these are the same people who expect to get a gift card just for them waiting around, "wasting their time and expect you to pay them for it" when you are running other departments as well as yours. Or, they expect to get special service because they spend a ton of money there. I spend money there too, and some people don't even need the money work retail do it to have something to do. Even people with one full time job use retail as a part time one to help with expenses.

One guy wanted a discount for checking out at a different register, and when self-checkouts were installed they wanted a discount for that. As if they are more special than everyone else just because they are the customer. Some customers who don't like self-check complain about not wanting to pay to bag and scan their own groceries as if this job is beneath them. Or if they go to a cashier they complain over their attitude and the way they bag. No winning there.

To me sometimes retail customers are not always right, and sometimes they are assholes that love to pick on the sales person and make their lives hell. So if you thought the customer is always right then this is not the book for you. These stories are a collection of mean customers, stupid customers, and proof why signs have to be put in bold lettering in order for some dumbass to see. I hope you will laugh with me as I go down memory lane to remember the funniest and stupidest people I've ever encountered, and I hope my tips at the end will teach you how not to be an asshole to the person behind the counter.

I work in the jewelry area, and everywhere the managers put me since I'm expected to be cross trained in different departments when the stupid computers don't know how to schedule people. Sometimes I think it's because managers don't look behind and check the computer too, and if they had then maybe the schedule would be different. My job is mainly the jewelry area, and I show people jewelry. I put batteries in watches-only the ones we carry in the store, and the same goes for watch bands. That policy is not mine; it's the companies, but it doesn't stop customers from trying to get us to do it.

I fulfill personal orders like class rings, name plates and personalized jewelry. They are pretty easy to do and the book tells you how to do it. Of course, the customers there treat the employees like they are stupid and dropped out of school. Some of us go to college, have second jobs, or the older crowd enjoys people and wanted to use this job to get out of the house.

Kyle's General Store is located off Surrey road, and it offers discount products for a good price...or so they think. The store was built in a really rich neighborhood, and that means the customers have a lot of money to spend. Customers like them expect to be waited on hand and foot like the store is a high end retail store when it's not. Not even close, and some of them even expect you to be their personal shopper. That's what I hate the most since they act like they can't read the price, and they want you to even help them pick out their own shoes.

They ask questions and don't even bother looking for themselves. They also have to be led to items in front of them, and they can't bother to look up and see the department has a sign above it stating where they are when it's right there. They treat the worker like they are unintelligent people, and the customers are the ones that need help using their own cards.

Customers expect you to be able to read their mind when they tell you about an item they found at another store. Like one lady asked me if we had a particular item, and I could not find it. When she told me her relative got it at another Kyle's then I knew we didn't have it. Or they expect you to walk them to the area if they can't find an item when it's right in front of them. Some of the customers are okay with me pointing, and it's hard to know when it's okay to point or walk them to the area. If we are out then they expect you to go to the back and get it for them. We are out of some items, and we have no way of ordering more since it's something out of our control. Then the customer gets mad at us as if it's our fault.

I try to be nice and smile at the customers since there is a ten foot rule only to be ignored sometimes or even mocked by them. It would be a different story if people were nicer, but some of them are not. They don't even treat workers like people. Especially some managers, for example ones like Alex who called us bodies not people or even workers.

Alex Jones is the manager below the store manager Kyle who has been a pain in my side ever since he started working there. Tall, dark haired, and glacier blue eyes, always a scowl on his face. He was an asshole to people telling them about the ruthless point system when they were genuinely sick. He told me that I should be able to hold it in when I told him I wanted to go home after I caught food poisoning. A ruthless asshole.

What they don't tell you once you sign up for said job is they will put you wherever they need you. Hell, those idiots move you to where they want you to go, and even if you haven't been assigned there. Managers will be petty, and assign you to places where they know you don't like it. Kyle put me on the register so many times that I want to bash his fucking brains in. He is an asshole. He is tan with blonde hair and blue eyes. He looks like he should be out in the sun surfing instead he is making people miserable at Kyle's. He doesn't know how to run a store, and he treats those under him like shit. He expects people to kiss his ass just because he oversees the store. He doesn't schedule enough people, and makes them work multiple departments without help. Kyle's is a wasteland full of bullshit and misery.

I hate it here since it's the same old shit day after day, and over the years every day is an ordeal for Kyle and some of the things he does is fucking ridiculous. Kyle gets on the Co-managers, who get on the assistants, and they take it out on the supervisor and then the associates. It's a vicious cycle, and everyone is stressed out. When corporate comes, I know the day is going to be incredibly long since that is when they are the most stressed and horrible to their employees. They complain about stuff not being done when it should have been done weeks ago, and do shit only when the bigwigs are there. It's bullshit. Like I got in trouble thanks to Ms.Sniffles thinking I need to be more productive with my time, and I work my ass off for the company. It's not enough for them sometimes they expect us to have super powers when we don't.

It also doesn't make any sense to put me on the register when I'm in a sales area, and you can thank asshole Kyle and the customer service people for your wait at the counter. It's their fault anyway. They are the idiots pulling people out of their departments just because even a person is waiting in line, and they freak out about it for no reason. Apparently the front end is a priority, and they want to get the customers out as fast as possible. Also, we have to listen to the customer service people, and if we don't then they tell an assistant manager about it as if I was being subordinate when I was one of the ones on the floor helping with the phones. I never forgave him to this day.

The rude and stupid customers make me sick since some of them treat the workers like they are stupid.

One bitch even made fun of my math skills when I have a math disability. I mean come on, if you want respect from a sales person how about being nice to the person behind the counter, and if you are then they will treat you with respect. If you treat them like shit then expect to get it in turn. I would never go out of my way for you if you are rude to me. I'll give you some customer service, but don't expect me to go above and beyond for a rude person.

Customers mess up everything especially after I just cleaned up the area, and I've heard a few mothers say, "It's their job to pick up after us" when their kid picks up stuff off the floor. I thought people pick up after themselves at least that is what my parents taught me. But apparently, people think a sales person's job is to clean up after adults who should know better. Like a few of the idiots left one of the numbers on the floor, and didn't pick it up to be nice. Even the daughter just stared at it and left. And I wanted to hit her since it's not hard to pick something up off the floor. Hell, maybe my old life is better than picking up after idiots.

And then after treating me badly you wonder why you get bad service? How about as a customer when you need assistance don't treat me like I'm stupid, and I get it I work retail but that doesn't mean I deserve to be treated like an idiot. Don't stare at me thinking I am going to automatically know you need help. Speak up and stop treating me like I am incompetent just because you are horrible at communicating what you want.

Some customers can't describe items worth shit, or they use different terms as if they are more educated than the person working there. It doesn't make a person smarter it makes them look like a jackass. They also over explain the item to me when they think I don't know what they are talking about, and guess what? I don't. One dumbass described it to me silently about undies saying they tuck in like she thought I was a dumbass...Nope. You just suck at explaining. Grunting and showing me what you mean doesn't help either. And speak clearly and loud enough for me to hear you, and never explain it to me like you think I'm slow. Don't treat me like I don't know what an item is just because we don't have it. A lady and one in a wheel chair were looking for socks, and they were talking to each other rather loudly enough for me to hear them. Guess what they were right by it. But the lady points to me and said in a dramatic way said, "She can help us." So, like a good retail slave I show the idiots the socks even though they were right near it. I show them the brand they were looking for and the wheel chair, "Do you have socks with the waves?" And she continued to describe it to me like I was stupid and had no idea what she was talking about. I told her multiple times if we had it then it would be in the area. I mean if it's not there then we don't have it. I can't pull an item out of my ass that we don't have. The lady kept explaining it to me over and over again like she thought I didn't know what she was talking about. Whatever. I just hope the bitches leave before I lose it and yell at them to stop treating me like I'm stupid. That night dealing with those idiots made me want to grab a bottle.

I've written down policy changes in the notebooks I carry (which change so fucking often I have to write it down), notes about the job, and some angry customer stories. I want to remember the funny moments, and even the angry customers so I can laugh about them later especially when I leave retail for good.

Retail is not for everyone, and if you don't have the ability to let shit roll off you then this is not the job for you. I am a sales associate who works everywhere in the apparel area.

I have worked in the fitting room, phones, jewelry, shoes and accessories. I have been working at times throughout all the clothing departments too like: men's, boys, infants, girls, women's and lingerie. I've even helped out in other departments when I've needed to such as toys, housewares, lawn and garden even in the meat and frozen food departments.

Some of the stupid managers made me work there since they don't have enough coverage in other areas, and they are so shorthanded in their areas they can use others too. Part of the reason customers can't find sales associates in our areas is thanks to the managers. The managers have a stupid habit of pulling people out of their departments, and then get mad when the associates they pulled from their departments are not staffed. It's their fault since they pulled the associate in the first place. I hate it since it means I get blamed for not having work done in my department. Yet the dumb managers can't see how stupid it is to pull from other departments. Not to mention when someone asks me where something is in another department I don't know where every single item is since I don't usually work there. Then the customer treats me like I'm the dumb one when they don't describe the item well and say, "Never mind I'll find it myself...I thought you would know." Treating me like I'm stupid just because they suck at describing the item.

Then, customers assume we have all the same things when we don't and different Kyle's carry different products. The online website and in store are different and unless online is the salesperson's area they aren't going to know how it works. Also, there are third parties on Kyle's website, and people complain about that when Kyle's doesn't have any control over it.

Don't ask a sales associate about the website, and stop being lazy and look for yourself in store. Sometimes the website is not accurate since it takes 24 hours to register it. Hell, a customer can even leave it on a shelf and have it in their cart.

People act like they can't help themselves...they can.

Inventory is also wrong, and people call up the fitting room and other areas thinking they have a catalogue of items in their store when they don't. I can't look up anything unless I have the universal product code, and that is the ten digit number that is associated with an item. I can also put in a code, and scan it when it doesn't have a price on there, and even when it does have one a person will still ask if it's the price...yes, it is what else will it be? "Why does it have $4.00 on it?" Come on it's the price, dumbass.

It's a job that requires talking to people and showing them merchandise. A job that requires answering stupid questions like a customer wanting to know the price when it's right in front of them, and directing them to the items they are in front of. Times like those I want to slap the person for acting like a dumbass about it.

I have stories for every section I've worked in, and I'm going to share it with you. Sit back relax, and enjoy the ride since these are stories that will laugh, entertain you, and make you never want to work retail ever. There is also a special section for how not to treat a sales associate and tips. I've even got a guide to help you around the store so you won't look like a dumbass. I don't think this way of all customers just the stupid ones, and ones who are lazy and rude.

If you have worked retail you will know my pain, and for those of you that haven't I hope it will be a real eye-opener on how not to treat someone, and you can see the crazy customers a sales associate will encounter on a day to day basis...I hope you will learn to be nicer to the person behind the counter too. And don't say I'm being rude in here and I should get another job since I will have another one.

It will also help you see why retail associates can be rude and nasty to you since they get shit on by the general public every time they wear the dreaded uniform.

Also, never say these phrases to a sales associate:

"I'll give you something easy." Because you think I'm stupid because I work retail?

"I just have a quick question..." that you could have answered yourself had you looked on the last aisle, and you just had to interrupt me while I was with another customer too. I mean come on.

"Do you happen to know?" No, I don't know shit now fuck off, and never ask me like that again.

"Can I ask you for a favor?" No, we aren't friends bitch. Don't say that to me.

"Item." Not even an excuse me? Or hi? Some people ask this while talking to their friends, and not even bother talking to me directly. Fuck you, by the way since if you need my help at least treat me like a person.

"I know you don't work in the area but..." I don't care since if I don't work there then I might not know where the item is.

"Oh, are you waiting for me?" No, dumbass I was waiting for my shift to end so I can go home, and not be around stupid assholes.

"Are you open?" Why the fuck do I have my light on? And why am I behind the register if I'm not open?

"You look like you are bored/need something to do..." No, I'm not bored, but thanks for being an asshole.

"Let me put you to work and make you do your job." Because I wasn't doing it before?

One dumbass wanted to say I was doing nothing since I told him I could not work on his watch since it wasn't one we carried. I was putting away a cart of shoes actually.

Please stop thinking your clever saying these phrases, and I get it I look like I'm 12 but you don't need to treat me like I am.

I see day to day how people behind the counter get treated, and I'm sick of it. I should not be coming home crying or ranting because of a rude customer who could not get their way. I should not have to deal with being run around ragged because the managers expect us to have super powers. I shouldn't be treated like I'm not a human being because I work retail. I'm human too, and I make mistakes too like everyone else. My head should not be bitten off because another person put the item in the wrong spot, or stole something and it's my fault the other shoe is missing.

The people who say the customer is always right clearly haven't worked with the general public before.

**Chapter 2 Shoes and Accessories/Apparel Stories:**

It is a typical day as I clock in, and I make my way to the fitting room to check the schedule. I go get the piece of paper and look at my name. Shoes, accessories, jewelry...the usual shit I do every damn day yet the managers treat me like I can't do it at all. Or, that I need to be taught how to do my job. Or that I'm not doing enough for them and need to work on my productivity since they expect us to have super powers. Ms.Sniffles is Laura but I call her that thanks to her attitude, and she is famous for that. She is a rude person at times being short with those she works under. Barking orders like we are dogs.

On the sales floor at Kyle's, I get asked a ton of stupid questions during my shift like where is the bathroom when it's right in front of the customers. I get treated like I don't have a brain since the customer describes to me what she is looking for like she thinks I'm stupid and can't comprehend anything.

I countdown to my shift being over. It's busier during the holidays with people trying on clothes, getting stuff for their families, and buying gifts. Then, there are endless lines, and associates getting pulled to the registers after they don't schedule enough people. And I find myself hating life and wanting to hit the person treating me like shit.

A series of questions come at me like:

"Oh, can you do me a favor and help me find...?" Sure, it's right in front of your face.

"Oh, can you help me get an item out of the case..?" Then, the customer makes the key turning gesture as if I don't know what a key is when I do.

"Do you have the key?" Yes, I do. Why else am I standing in the area straightening up the sunglasses you just threw on the floor.

"I need to know the price on this..." Even though it's right in front of you....

"Oh, I have a quick question..." It's anything but quick, and stop making it overly long and complicated. It's not hard for me to use my brain unlike you.

"Item over-described....do you know what I'm talking about...?" Nope since you suck at describing items like you think I'm stupid and can't understand basic English.

"Do you have....you did on the website, or in another store...?" Of course, it's different then the website since it takes 24 hours to be updated. Don't ask me how long I've been working here either if you ask for an item that only another store carries. Fuck you.

A guy asked where the photo center is, and then asked if he can print photos. Duh dumbass, it's what you do in a photo center.

Also, some dumbass told me to know my products better when his ass wasn't paying attention to the fact that some boxes of shoes actually said steel toe, and blamed it on me not pointing out the obvious. It was right there on the box in bold lettering, dumbass no need to be an asshole since it's called reading.

"Where is the bathroom?" I don't know try the place with the sign that says restroom, dumbass. I mean really? The stores have signs pointing to where shit is for a reason.

"Where are the greeting cards?" Seriously? You fucking passed it at the entrance here, dumbass.

Even some questions the customer can answer themselves by just fucking looking...and I have to literally point to it like they are too stupid to use their brains.

No. we don't have that shoe since we stopped carrying that years ago. Yes, I know what you are talking about, but we don't have it anymore. See if I'm lying all you want...

I take carts customers left in the aisles so it can be out of the way, and if it's in the way the customers will move it themselves. I pick up the shoes the customers leave all over the floor. I just saw someone leave a pair of shoes on the floor in front of me. Here bitch, let me pick up the shoes you tried to leave in front of me like you could not be bothered to put them back where you found them.

Three hours left after lunch, 2 hrs 51 minutes or less. I hope it goes by faster since on days we don't have freight it's boring as shit with nothing but straightening up stuff. Not to mention the customers think we are doing nothing.

I count the hours I have left down because I hate being here. Maybe I should turn myself in and get out of this mess? Fuck Kyle's since they treat you like shit.

I hate Kyle's General Store with a passion.

I get treated with looks of pity and snapped at even though I'm just saying hi, and asking them if they need help. It makes me more miserable as the day goes on and the general public just shits on me continuously. They treat me like they think I don't know what a tie pin is, and ask me if I know what they are talking about describing items to me like they think I can't comprehend basic speaking skills. I count down the minutes and it seems like forever. Get stuff from customer service people return to put back on the floor, and take up items to the front since people leave shit they don't want in other departments.

It's draining...Especially handling the phones, fitting room, jewelry, shoes accessories, and only having three people on the floor. I'm answering phones, opening rooms, and having customers count items to me very slowly like they are insulting my intelligence and my ability to count. Customers continue to be rude and talk on their cell phones when they need my help treating me like I'm not there.

One guy who could not speak English had his items and showed them to me one by one, and spoke slowly to me like he didn't think I was smart. Fuck you, asshole.

I answer more stupid questions, and take customers to aisles in front of them. I take them to the shoes they are looking for when all they have to do is walk a few aisles over. Guy was too lazy to walk a few feet to the flip flops, and wanted me to walk him to it. I work there so I know everything apparently. Some dumbasses don't pay attention to your words. Saying hi all day to every person is draining since they ignore you and say hi like I was forcing them to.

I say hi and be nice, but the customer ignored me and said just looking as if I'm a bug nothing more. I'm not a person to them, and they don't even be nice about asking where an item is they just say item, or yell it at me.

They might as well treat me like a robot or someone not there. They give me looks when I approach them as if I should not bother talking to them.

An old dude was in the women's slippers, and held up one asking if we had them for men, and I walked him to the other side of the shoes where the men's slippers are.. Then, I wondered how the fuck he drove when he can't even find shoes in a retail store. I mean does he need help just to drive, too? Unbelievable. It's one of those busy Saturdays full of people who can't read signs and are too lazy to look.

Some dumbass had me walk him to the health and beauty aids, and point out the White Diamonds to him. I told him no, that we didn't have a bigger size that it's all we had. He had me point it out to him since according to him he was blind and could not see. Then, he said okay I want it and handed it to me, and then he got me to ring him up like he didn't want to wait in line with everyone else. Then I rang him up, and prayed that he didn't drive since he was blind. I mean really? I hope to god he didn't drive if he was as blind as he said he was.

A girl was a smartass with me because I didn't work in the health and beauty aids and wanted help since she could not find what she was looking for. She wanted to know if we had something. I don't know where it is since I don't work in the area. Then she told me, "Well can you get someone that does know?" a smartass tone that suggested she thought I was an idiot just because I don't know everything in the entire store. Then, she gave me shit since she found it herself. I get it. you customers think employees are idiots and you love pointing it out when they are wrong.

More of me waiting until my shift is over with, and daydreaming about getting a better job that didn't make me want to put a bullet in my brain.

I show customers jewelry even though half of them are just looking, and wasting my time when I could be doing something else like putting away more shoes...Or cleaning up messes the asshole customers left since they don't know how to clean up after themselves. They think it's our job to clean up after adults who should know better. People are rude to me in uniform since they are the customer which means they can treat me like shit.

I ask people looking at the cases if they need help even though some of them are browsing. One person has their face on the glass counters and their hand prints, too. I hate it since I just cleaned it.

"Oh, I'll buy something later," said a customer leaning on the glass and making finger prints on my already clean counter. Putting his nose to the glass as if he can go through it. He can't and every time, I ask someone if they need help they either ignore me, or say they are just looking in a rude way.

Dude comes up to me looking for shoes since his feet are swollen. I show him what he was looking for even though I'm busy. Then, he asked if the shoes look bad on his feet I say no. Dipshit goes are you sure? Yes. Then, he asked if we had a bigger size, and I show him it then he asked if they looked bigger. Nope. They are two different sizes, and it depends on the sandal. The whole time he was comparing them he kept asking me questions not even bothering to read the size in the corner. Then, he liked the house shoes, and asked if he could wear them outside. Yes, but they are house shoes. Then, he asked if there are different sizes, and at one point asking how I knew the size. I mean it says it in the corner. He was such a pain in the ass with his questions, and I was putting away shoes. I thought at one point he went away, but he stayed there and kept bothering me. Finally he decided on a pair, and he asked me to put them away for him. No shit I will-I don't want to leave the shoes on the floor dumbass. I check his ass out thankful to be done with it. It's annoying, and he was so out of it I hoped he wasn't driving.

I ask another person if they need help only for them to tell me in a minute then they walk away. I try to be nice to customers, but some of them treat us like we are bugs to be stepped on. Like they would rather have their teeth pulled then talk to me.

When my shift is done I go home, and drink myself to sleep then do it all over again. I get so drunk that I forget about all the horrors of the day. I forget why I wanted this stupid retail job in the first place, forget about school, and just focus on getting incredibly tanked to forget about my stalking ex and shitty love life. I'm a miserable retail person, and that is all I will ever be...

It has its days where there is nothing to do but zone as in straighten up, and sometimes there are items in boxes for days. Then, items that need to be rearranged since they are messed up by assholes. There is no magical "back" either. Managers get rid of items, and move displays to the back if company comes around.

Kyle's store is a drag, and I must be there till I graduate college. I go to school part time and work full time. It sucks being there four days a week. Luckily, South Bend University has online classes, and I'm really close to getting my degree. The events in AngelWitch make me leave Kyle's sooner, and this book is to pass on what I've learned in my five years at Kyle's. Above all, I've learned to tune everything out; you have to in order to survive retail.

I put up stock items daily, and make sure to follow all the dumbass rules they put in place. Some of the rules the managers and even some supervisors pull out of their asses. An example is when I was writing down a note; the stupid visor Salem told me I could not do it while I'm doing freight. Okay, Salem can just stop being so difficult. It's not like he has anything better to do. He is banging the girl assistant manager over us, and that is why he has a job. Despite the fact that a Kyle store supervisor and assistant manager are banging each other, Ms. Sniffles just loves Salem and his model good looks...Salem was a model before working at Kyle's and he was in the Crystal Crest realm papers but wound up being out of a job after the agent he had quit. Now he is just a stupervisor. And a stupid one that has to come get me since I can do more things he can't do. I can do my job and so can my co-workers better then he can.

If you don't follow all their dumbass Kyle's rules then you get counseled which is their version of getting in trouble, and if you get four then you are fired...Go ahead fire me I really don't give a shit anymore. I stopped caring when I realized this place was a joke. Kyle is nothing but a horrible ass kissing jerk.

Some retail stores are nothing but a joke since the work is so easy a stupid monkey can do it. Kyle's is nothing but a wasteland full of broken dreams, and promises of more hours then having them taken away by Kyle's ruthless no over time system. Even five minutes over leads to a coaching. It's a sad wasteland and it seems to get worse every shift. Less people, and more are getting fired for stupid reasons. One of the nice employees quit because the idiots counseled him for violating the dress code. It's bullshit reasons, and I've been counseled for leaving trash in the area. The bitchy Rebecca who I hate with a passion, and wish I could light her on fire.

"Don't ever let me hear that come out of your mouth. The customer comes first." Said Rebecca even though it took her 15 minutes to walk her fat ass to the safe for a customer order.

Also, just because we don't have an item doesn't mean we don't know what it is. Some asshole said he was looking for a church shirt with long sleeves, and kept repeating himself. Trying to show me examples like I was stupid. I know it is a long, collared shirt with long sleeves. We don't have them during the spring and summer just the winter and fall. I also told him everyone knows what a long sleeved shirt is. He kept saying, "You know what I'm talking about, right?" I do asshole, but we don't have it.

It can be boring when there isn't any merchandise to put away, and at least with putting merchandise away the shift goes by faster. Working on the sales floor does come with its own challenges especially if you walk into times when they change things around. Remodel is a mess when that happens. Then, things are being put in another spot and the customer is mad that their favorite brand of hot sauce is moved around. They blame Kyle's store employees as if it's their fault when really it's Kyle's. He is to blame since he acts like he knows what he is doing when he doesn't.

Remodeling sucked ass since it was hard to tell what was going where until it stopped being changed around. Some of the registers were not working, so I had to be on the jewelry register some of my shift to get the lines down. One of the few times I actually liked Rebecca. It was a nightmare, and the customers blamed us as if it was my fault and I made the rules. I can't tell where it all is moved to if I don't have a say in the move. At least we got self-checkout.

One day I was working on the sales floor about ready to get the items from the fitting room to put back on the floor, and there was a lady with blonde hair that looked like it was crimped. Blue eyes, a tan and she was with her daughter carting things around. She spotted me when I was putting items away, and asked where the clearance bras are, and the thing is we did a change recently; and there used to be a whole aisle filled with clearance items. Not anymore since it had to be moved around. Like the shoes used to have a clearance area, and now they don't. I tried to find out where it went to and they did move it. The blonde customer got mad because she was looking around with me and not finding it. JJ looked with me, and we looked like idiots when we tried to find it for them, and the customer thought we lied about it saying we said there was a whole aisle. The issue was the managers changed it around and got rid of it, and if we did have it then it might have been moved to the lawn and garden where we kept all the rest of the clearance. JJ asked the blonde if she wanted her to walk with her, and the customer said no in a nasty way that she will find it herself. I'm not the one who moved it bitch, and getting mad at me when I didn't do shit it why I hate dealing with rude customers. I can breathe wrong and the customers will get mad and offended over it. Seriously, Kyle's sucks...but I don't have to deal with it for long anyway.

Customers love taking it out on me when they can't find something. They think I'm an idiot, and that is why I dread it every time I walk in Kyle's General Store. I have to prepare myself to get shit on.

Every time I walk in I can see the despair on the customers' faces, and getting them to even be nice is like pulling teeth. And the looks they give you is unreal like they think they are better than you when half of them can't find shit for themselves. Especially the customers with Bluetooth headsets in they act like they are so important just because they spend money; and in a way they are, but that doesn't give them the right to be rude.

I don't go out of my way to be rude to the associates since I work retail, and I know what they go through. I'm a customer, too since I get a discount thanks to working there. That is why I wish the customers were nicer since we are customers, too technically. We spend money there more than the customers at times, and when I get off I actually shop there. It's convenient for me, and I get to use my discount. The point of the book is showing people that people behind the counter are human we have wants and needs too. We don't deserve to be treated like shit either just because we work there since we shop there, too.

Customers ask for the price of an item when it's right on the tag, then they ask us to read it to them like they can't read. They can just read it themselves though, and see it.

As for the merchandise changing around one section could be filled with one item, and the next it's changed with something else. The managers and home office change the merchandise around every so often especially when the seasons change, and it's two seasons ahead. Nothing sales associates have any control over so back off, and stop bitching about them changing things around.

I love it when people get mad and take it out on the sales associate since it's not our fault. Everything is our fault, and some of them take it out on us since we are a face of the company to them and they want to bitch at someone.

Also with shoes, you need to make sure things are in the right spot or else they will think a 29-dollar shoe is really a 25 dollar one.

I had a guy go into detail about an older model shoe costing more than the newer model, and the whole time customers explain it they treat us like we could not read. They will also go into detail as to why they are right, and you are wrong since they feel they are the customer which means they are right.... That's bullshit actually since they use it as an excuse to belittle and berate you.

Customers can be stupid when it comes to retail. You also really need to keep track of different shoes and styles if you work in that department because I've actually had to help a customer keep track of shoes in comparing the differences. He didn't know the difference between them, and he expected me to tell him it. I mean if you want to know the difference between a product look at the tag, box, and the shoe. It's shoes, not rocket science. It's also a personal thing. I also have different style choices and I don't like to help people in deciding which shoe is best since it depends on the person.

Plus, customers get so lazy they put shit wherever, and one time I caught some bitch who put an item on a shelf that didn't belong there, and then as I go to pick it up she grabbed it and said she would do it okay...whatever. No, you weren't unless I said something since you were going to leave it there, lying bitch.

I also get asked to clean up ladies, lingerie, men's, infants and girls from time to time even though I was not hired for that area. They sometimes don't have enough people so I had to learn the area very quickly, and god forbid that I didn't know where everything is. Customers love to treat you like they don't think you know what basic items are and it's hard to keep track of every little thing especially the different clothes. One lady thought I didn't know what tights were, and she was right in the area. Just walk a few feet and it's right there in front of her. Customers think we are stupid just because we work retail, and it's annoying.

No, I'm not going to know if another store has it unless I call them, and we don't have a system that allows us to see if another store has it. Not ours. If a customer wants to know if another store has it we can sometimes call them. Some stores don't even answer us, or they are nasty.

Forget it if it doesn't have a tag since that is what we use to scan to find the item in the "back." I will talk about that bullshit in another section. We don't have a magical "back" back though.

I hate dealing with items we move especially with idiots like this:

Woman: "Do you work in this area often?" A blonde haired woman asked while rifling through the clothes like the item is just going to appear right before her eyes...

Me: I work everywhere. ( 'cause I do..)

Her: "Well, I'm looking for a Batman shirt that's a tank." (Ok, treat me like I'm stupid, and don't know what a shirt or tank is. For that matter, treat me like I don't know what Batman looks like.) I work retail which means I'm a dumbass.

I look in the area, and it's not there. I told her if we had it then it would be in this area. Or here or here. All I see are the T-shirts. "But I just got it yesterday," , she said. The problem was they moved them to the back, and they needed the space, and now as I'm writing this they are on the floor.

I walk away after that not wanting to deal with her blaming me on moving items when it wasn't my fault. The funny thing is they are probably on a rack somewhere in clearance to make way for winter or fall.

Things can change so fast it's not even funny especially if the managers need the space for another item. I love how it's the sales associates fault when they move the items since they don't decide what gets moved around or not.

It can be a pain in the ass to deal with retail customers since they can be difficult to deal with.

Then, there is this guy who wants an item at another store:

"Do you have this shoe?" No.

But they had it in the other store.

Then go there because different store locations carry different products.

I know what I'm talking about asshole I've been working here long enough to know what brands we carry.

I've also found items stuck on shelves that don't belong.

A lady wanted to know the difference between coffee pots, and wanted a manager for it. Like it matters since it's caffeine anyway. They expect to be babied, and have items explained to them like we are supposed to sell them. Nope, not that type of store since it's a discount store.

One day in shoes, a person was trying on a pair of them, and that someone took a pair of socks out of the package to try them on, and they left the socks there without planning to buy them. It was annoying finding it because one sock was left on the peg, and the package was left on the floor. I get it they don't have those socks to try shoes on, but come on if you are going to take something out of the package then buy them. Don't leave them since we can't sell them a certain way, and we have to claim them out. I hate the people who do that.

If that isn't bad enough I've found shoelaces outside of the package wrapped around a cart.

I would never go to your house and mess up items, or go to your job and treat you the way you treat me like a slave. Or, I'll come to your office and leave my trash all over the place, since I've seen outside empty drinks left on a shelf.

One day a guy praised me for knowing what a bandana was when I was in the accessories... I thought everyone knew what a bandana was, and apparently not. I do wonder if customers think sales associates are really that stupid.... No wonder why they insult me all the time...

Another dumbass couldn't understand the difference between the shoe brands, and he didn't get the fact that some of them don't come in a wide. Some products are made by different companies. Or, they will ask me if we have a certain size shoe without looking themselves, and then I'll have to act like a good sales associate, and help them pick out their own shoes. It sucks helping someone out since my tastes are different then the next person. A grown adult should not need help picking out their own shoes.

I had to find a customer a travel bag one day, and I did my best instead he said, "But that is for women." And the other time I attempted. "But that is a garment bag." Sometimes you can't please anyone. Fuck the rude ass customers since they are not always right.

A lady asked me where the stockings are so quietly I had to have her repeat it. I mean lady talk to me normally not like you think I'm stupid. I told her I know what they are, and I walked her to it since she will be the type to complain if I don't. After I led it to her like she was a child, she makes a snotty remark, "Well, you looked at me like you didn't know what I was talking about..." And you were talking to me so low that I could not hear you, and no need to be a bitch over it.

Don't say "Item." Be nice and say, "Can you please help me find?"...I mean come on I don't go to you and say that so stop treating me like shit when you ask for where an item is...

The sales floor is interesting and here are some of the things I've seen. And customers do try to take tags off merchandise to steal it. I've found a ton of tags on the floor of stolen merchandise, too. Don't ever say they don't do it since I've seen it happen too often to not pay attention to people.

Customers do take things off shelves, decide they don't want it, and put it in the wrong spot. I hate that the most. It seems like customers are too lazy to put it back where they have found it. Or some of the mobile carts are left there, and we must get them out of the way.

Refrigerated stuff spoils, and when customers are horrible enough to not leave it in a refrigerated place it has to go back to claims since it's a spoiled item which costs the company money. Thanks by the way, at least put it in a spot where it can still be usable so another person can buy it instead.

Shoes are sometimes a mess with boxes are all over the place. Sometimes I'll come in and find shoes totally trashed with stuff in the aisles. Stuffing on the floor, and shoes lying on the ground when someone tried it on but did not bother to pick it up. Hell, they have even left it near the jewelry counter since they probably think it's our job to clean up after them like we are their babysitters.

I've had a few idiots check out at the jewelry counter and leave their cart in front of it as if it's our job to put it back when it's just right there. Sometimes I want to say to a few of them that they forgot their empty cart, and they can't be bothered to put it back. The carts are right as you come in, too. It's not hard to leave it at the front. Or is it my job to clean up after you period? It's not hard at all to be a decent human being, is it?

I had to take a motorized cart to pharmacy to help a customer.

In the shoe area, they always ask where the shoelaces are and the shoe polish when it's right in front of them.

"Where are the clippers?" I point to it since they are right there, and apparently dumbass doesn't see it. "Oh, I went right past it!" Duh, and you customers wonder why some retail people think you guys are idiots...

Some guy explained to me why he needed lace panties, and I showed him where they are. The guy said it'll work as if I needed the confirmation from him. Okay, I don't care. Take your lace panties and leave me alone.

The sales floor isn't bad, but one of the things I hated was the dreaded, awful "Zone". An associate was led to an aisle to make sure items were straight in the aisle they were assigned. It was pointless since it was going to be fucked up anyway. I hated them making me do grocery carts since they were too heavy for me. The idiots in charge practically forced me to do it. The carts made me pull something, and I was sick of the zone since it took time away from the department I was working on.

One day not even an hour into my shift, and first complaint of the day today, a lady complained a water bottle did not have a price tag. It's not a big deal just get one that has a tag. Not the end of the world.

Then another dumb lady thought light bulbs are in the grocery section. I told her they were in hardware since that is where we keep them, and she asked the CSM if I was lying. I mean really? Why the fuck would they be there? You don't eat lightbulbs, dumbass.

One day the bitchy manager named Rebecca coached me because I didn't clean up after myself and wasn't fast enough. She is a thorn in my side. Short with light colored skin, glasses and brown eyes with a scratchy voice. It's bullshit as usual. This isn't the first time she has pissed me off. She was the manager over us then she switched to the front end. Always wanting to know where we are, and threw the sales associates on the register the moment even one person waiting in a line past the registers. They would not even be that long with plenty of people open and they will still put me on. I hate it since they use it as a way of saying ha ha they own me when they don't. Her and the other one called Clare really piss me off and they are out to get me at this point, and if that manager will go away and mess with someone else that would be great. Then again, that manager is somewhere else now, and I don't have to deal with her as much. But she still picks on me about the stupid registers since she is a bully. She is out to get everyone, and it's not just me that thinks she has a nasty attitude. She is so nasty and out to get everyone, and completely stuck up Kyle's ass.

I was walking to see Kalisa and a lady flags me down in a hurried voice. "Pepsi?" She asked me, and had the nerve to repeat it to me twice like she didn't think I knew what she was talking to me about. I told her it's in grocery like I was talking to a child. Then, she goes "I wasn't treating you like you don't know what it is I just don't know the area." Whatever. It's just soda not the end of the world, and you are acting like you are dying just because you can't walk your ass to look for it yourself. That is why I should never wander from my area, and people will think just because you go through there that you work in the area...

I had to find the price of an item and looked it up and it said $5.00. The lady replied, "How can you tell me that since it's not labeled as $5.00?"

I told her just tell the cashier that, and they can type in the UPC which is a 50/50 ratio of working. Maybe I should have taken the labeler and just labeled her head..I mean really? They should know how to do their jobs. Cashiers are not as stupid as you think.

A customer asked for a makeup bag. I point to it and the stupid old lady thinks I am pointing at makeup when I'm pointing directly to the bags in front of her. "Oh, you don't know," she stupidly says. I know what they are, bitch you are just too blind to see the thing I was talking about. Like I literally had to grab one to show her I knew what one was since Kyle's employees are treated like idiots.

Another thing is that I am right next to the makeup department, and the customers think I work there, too.

One lady was a bitch to a co-worker and said, "if you are right next to the jewelry you should know about it, too." Really? Not true.

I had to help an old lady find a few makeup items even though she had the bottles as if she thought I knew the area better than she did. I told her I would help her even though I don't work there.

Another pet peeve is the nasty customers who yell at you for stupid things, and the other is the customer staring at you to make you move instead of talking to you like a person. Or the idiots looking at items just standing there waiting for you to move.

Hell, one lady was so bitchy to me that she told me to move since she needed to look at an item I was in front of. I can't wait 'til my time in retail is over. I've had to bite my tongue more times then I want to, and put up with the rude customer's bullshit.

The holidays are the worst, and that no tax day in Back to School was horrible. I had to straighten up the area since the manager, Sunny who used to be over apparel told me to go there and make sure it's neat there. Sunny is a short woman with brown hair, brown eyes, pale and she used to work at Minnie's bridal before working at Kyle's. There were times I didn't mind working under her, and that day I was so stressed thanks to Austin following me again that I wanted to quit. He is my ex, and it used to be love at first sight, but that was before he tried to cheat on me with my friend. Anyway, it was a rough day because he didn't stop calling, and I did my best to fix the binders. A woman asked me where the backpacks are when she was a few aisles over...I wanted to hit her. Then, a guy wanted to know what a certain type of notebook was, and that he needed to find it for his children's school. I said fuck it, and straightened up as quick as I could since I was sick of idiots asking me where everything is when half of them don't use their brains. Come on, it's not hard to follow a list. I left quickly before I hit one of the stupid idiots in the face. Holidays suck ass and so do people.

I just got asked about where the rain boots are. We don't have any at this location, and no I don't know when we will get some in since we don't have any control over an item.

I helped a person with shoelaces, and he kept saying he needed help because he didn't know what he was doing.... You don't know how to tie your own shoes? Really? I mean come on how the fuck do you drive if you can't tie your own shoes?

I told the guy the right price of an item and he wanted proof. Okay, just for doing that I'll tell you a random number, and have it rung up like that instead. The price is right fucking there. Really are you customers that stupid? Yep! They can be that dense, and worse is when they blame us since apparently we lie and switch prices.

I had a dumbass ask me where the anti-bacterial gel when she was right near it. Really? Are you that stupid? Look and use your brain.

"Let's talk to this lady right here to find what we are looking for," a nice old man said.

"No, we don't need to talk to anyone," said a bitchy old lady who looked like a skeleton. Okay, thanks for being so nice old hag.

People are lazy and they can't find things for themselves. They get us to find it for them, and they can't use common sense like a men's wallet is in the men's section. Duh. I mean really you can't put two and two together? My brain feels like it shrinks every time I walk into Kyle's store.

"Is this all you have?" Yes.

I just had a guy ask for electronics, and where it is like there isn't a sign above his head, and he said thanks in a sarcastic way.

Also, there are fucking signs right above your head about where departments are so please look.

One day bitchy Clare told me to go three times, and snapped her fingers at me like I was a child. The dumb bitch threatened for me to pick up my pace, or I'll be coached for improvement. Okay, whatever. Fire me already since I really don't care anymore about your opinion anyway since you're a dumbass manager...I'm glad you are gone since I've hated your ass from the beginning since you were rude. Every time she was such a bitch I wanted to tell her to go fuck herself. I will now and guess what? I'll be happy to be done with retail and bitchy bosses forever.

I just got pissed because a customer asked if we have a pair of shoes in stock that looks like the box. I wanted to know if it was found on a shelf stolen, and they got mad because apparently, they thought I was accusing them of stealing when I wasn't. They brought an empty box from home, and they were trying to find the one like it as if they could not read. All they had to say was that and not jump down my throat about it. Stupid old couple said if they stole it why would we bring it from home? I was not accusing you of stealing, you old bitch. You are the ones asking if these are the right ones.... They are; I can see it. "Do you have them in stock?" I'd need a code. Also, if it matches the box then it's obviously the right one. It's not hard to read a box, and being rude tells me you might have been trying to steal it anyway. You should be nice especially if you don't have anything to hide.

Lady asked me where storage was and I told her. She said, "Don't you know what aisle?" No, they don't label it, and I don't work in the area. I don't know the exact place. Did you want me to walk you to it like you are a child? Are you customers that helpless that you can't find where shit is yourself?

A customer asked me if the item they are holding is returnable. Yes. "Are you sure?" Nope, I'm a dumbass. Yes, I'm sure. I'll just say no then tell them to bother customer service, you know someone who cares.

I was labeling items and the lady asked me to label an item to me twice as if I was deaf. I'm not deaf and I don't need things repeated to me. I mean, the cashiers are so stupid like you that they must need labels, too.

Then, another asshole: do you know anything about the men's department? Somewhat. Do you have any regular denim overalls? Nope, just the black and brown ones. If you don't see it then we don't have it.

I had to help a lady find thermal socks, and we only have them for men. Not my fault, and it's kind of sad I have to help people find stuff in the first place.

Then, another customer said "Get me a manager" since she wanted a discount on a pair of dirty underwear.

Guy asked for a discount on shoes because they had hair in them. God. Anything to save money, huh? It never should have been on the floor in the first place.

Guy wanted a pair of shoes pre-ordered. Nope, we don't do it. No control over it. And no way to do it unless they order it off the web at Kyle's. We also don't order special shoes, and a guy wanted a rubber boot with a plate ordered. I told him no we don't special order them, and when I went to get the manager the fucker mumbled something. Even Sniffles said no. The guy wanted to call home office, and could not even get that right. Okay, tell someone like you are three years old dumbass.

A lady said Kyle's General Store employees don't know where anything is; how appetizing. The item was on a zip strip and it wasn't my area. Bitch. Sorry, I don't memorize everything the store carries.

Lady was being a pain in the ass about everything. "Where are the clearance shoes?" Here. Here. Here. Oh, can you ring me up since I'm too lazy to wait in line? Then, the gift cards weren't working because apparently, it was my fault. Thankfully, she took it to another register and left me the fuck alone. Yay! Go away already and quit being a pain in my ass. I don't control your gift card not working.

I just had an asshole treat me like I didn't know what an undershirt was when I led him to it twice. Oh, that's not what I'm looking for. Yes, it is you stupid jackass.

I helped a guy find shoes and we were out of stock on water shoes one spring season.

Asshole goes off about the prices of shoes and then argues with me over the price of a stupid sweatshirt and pants but it was supposed to be $6.98 starting price and $2.00 more for bigger sizes. So read, you idiot.

A lady bitched about us not having a price checker. As usual, it's my fault we don't have it. Customers keep breaking them, and recently we have gotten them thanks to the store being redone. There is a sign above them, and a lady still asked me twice where they are when I was pointing out at them. I get it you want to check a price okay, and I don't care about your reasoning.

Lady asked me where the jogging pants are and she had to be led to it as if she can't find it on her own.

Customers can't drive carts and will move shit out of the way. Then they run into things, and laugh about not being able to drive. I hope to god they don't do that with their cars.

The beach umbrella bitch was in a rush and as I was trying to tell her where it is she was a bitch about it, and said, "Oh I thought you knew where it is"...Never mind I'll find it myself...Okay, then find it yourself you rude bitch I mean it's right on top of a display.

I was folding a table and an old lady said, "It's pointless." Yes, I know but it must be done. That table is probably going to be fucked up in 3.5 seconds, but we are supposed to do the pointless shit anyway.

The zone this time was annoying since I had to answer questions I didn't know the answer to; and one guy got mad that I didn't know where the onion rings are. Dick. It's actually aisle 7 right by Uranus...

An asshole asked if we had an item in stock. I looked around and could not find it. Then, he asked if a 6-6x is bigger than a 12-14 and complained it was bigger. The asshole was on his cell like a douche. I also told him it depends on the style.

Guy was being a dumbass about the sweatshirts this morning I pointed it out to him and he said shirts not sweatpants. I literally had to point it out that they were there, and he said oh. I know what things are, you fucking dumbass I'm also not blindingly stupid like you. I actually said it's called looking since I was done being picked on. I was so pissed at the bosses, too that day.

I had to argue with another dumbass about extra wide shoes, and he asked me if I was the only one there? Yes. We don't have extra wide shoes, and don't explain it to me like I don't know what that is it because I do. We don't have it at this store.

A lady mocked me when I told her where the tweezers are when she is too lazy to look for it herself it was an aisle over. Come on. She was a bitch and I hate it when people are rude to me since I'm trying to help so stop being rude to me about it.

A lady wanted a pair of shoes and they were two different sizes. I tried looking for the other missing shoe, and couldn't find it. I told her so, and she couldn't believe we didn't have the other size like we keep it all in the back...No, people steal items you stupid bitch. Not my fault. She said it should have been taken off the shelf. Okay, talk to me like you know how to do my job better than me. It will be taken off the shelf. Good cause it shouldn't be on the shelf. I know that, and if I had known we would have taken it off sooner. They should have been paying attention. Yep. My fault again. You do realize it was two different sizes, right? You customers realize that I'm not as stupid as you think, right? I can read and use my brain. The clearance shoes are all fucked up at times. My fault someone switched it. Have a nice day, and get the fuck on with your life.

Lady asked me if I worked in shoes. Nope, I'm doing this for fun. I checked the prices, and then this one is $3.00 and the other is $7.00. Then if it's labeled $3.00 it's $3.00 quit being a bitch and leave me alone. "Do you see the tag?" Nope, I'm a dumbass and lady quit being a bitch before I shove the tag up your ass. The lady then complained about it being the same shoes, and treating me like I'm a dumbass.

Lady asked about a pair of pants and I had to help her find more colors. I also had to explain the red tagged items are clearance. Use your head already. The way to tell if it's clearance is there is a special label on it, and if not then it's not on clearance.

Then, I had a lady knock over a display, and then said, "Oh, I knocked over a display with my cart." Okay, thanks for not bothering to help me pick up the mess you made.

Bitch asks if we have a bouquet of flowers not even bothering to look in the front. "I thought they were in lawn and garden." Bitch comes back and said, "I found them. They're right as you come in." You couldn't see it before? Either you are stupid or you are too lazy to look for yourself. Okay, be a bitch because I don't know where everything is, and I hate it when customers do that to associates. They love putting the items they found in the person's face, and I think it's funny.

Lady asked me if I worked there, and then goes are you sure you know where the price scanner is? I mean it's only at the counter and the fitting room you dumbass. It's in fucking front of me. You mean the scanner in front of me is invisible? It must be since you are an idiot...

Long morning, I had an idiot ask if I worked there in my red shirt and bag. Then, a customer asked me where an item is? Pharmacy, and they said they looked there. Well, then we don't have it. I'm not going to know where an item is located if I've already told you where it can be. If it's not there then we don't have it.

I had to find a lady a pair of shoes, and I looked everywhere since it's not on a module at all. It's probably a return for another store which happens.

Another day and another 3:00 zone again which is pointless since those idiots in charge send you to areas that you don't know jack about. I was at the energy drinks and an old lady said she could not find mountain lightning on the shelves, and wanted me to look at the back. Nope, not there. Then, a woman and her son wanted me to check in the back for shoe goo even after looking for it and we didn't have any. Not what we want. Okay, and not even a thank you for looking, you stuck up bitch? Fine, I'll just not go out of my way for you at all you ungrateful fucks.

It sucks ass covering phones, jewelry, and the fitting room. The ones at the fitting room get mad when they are waiting for a room to be unlocked. And the ones in jewelry get mad that I'm at the fitting room and answering phones when I should be waiting on them.

Idiots kept asking about a price scanner and then kept wanting me to scan it as if we were liars. "Then, are you sure?" Yes... I got yelled at for pointing instead of walking them there since they need to be walked like children. Clare and Rebecca ganged up on me like the evil bitches they are, and Clare wanted to be a cunt and said I was just standing there. "We can pull the camera," she said. Like I was lying about what I was doing when I was labeling shoes. Dumb bitch. I really hope to put her in her place when I go away from Kyle's. Too bad I didn't tell them to go fuck themselves before they left.

Lady came back for her fabric squares on the phone, and she was a bitch about not finding them in customer service; she even put her hands on her hips in full attitude mode. I went in the back and found them in the bin. I handed it to her to shut her up. I told her I knew it was there but she wasn't allowed back there. It's fabric, okay? Nothing special and you don't need to be rude about it either.

Already had a dumbass ask me if the money center is open when the lights are off. If the lights are off it obviously means, it's not open. Whatever happened to reading signs with the hours? They are not there for fucking decoration.

I had to show a dumbass where the cards are, and she didn't get it till I got closer and pointed it out. Come on they are right in front of you, and you still can't see it?

I tried to help a lady find light up shoes, and she kept saying she could not find them. I tried to help her find them, and I showed her where they would be and they were not there. They would not be in the back, you bitch. But maybe we keep all the good stuff in the back to keep idiots like you from getting it.

Lady put an item in my face she found that I thought we did not have. It was a Pandora item in the crafts. Okay, well I don't work in the area, and I don't have all the items memorized. Whatever. Look for yourself.

One of the days working on the floor has been crazy two customers interrupt me. One woman asking me where the panty hose was, and she was a few sections near it. I mean can't you see it in front? But then again, these customers act like their brains are gone the moment they enter a retail or grocery store.

Then, a guy asked me where the wallets were while holding them in a tone that said he thought I was stupid.

Another annoying bitch calls about ponchos. I told her it's not my area. She said that is not what the lady told me. You fucking bitch I'm not lying to you. It's not there. I can't pull some out of my ass for you if we don't have it.

Another bitch gives me an attitude about jeans saying, "Excuse me, are these the same price? Why are they different?" I don't know since I don't control them. I'm trying to stock and I must deal with idiots interrupting me every chance they get.

I had to show a lady tennis shoes because she was too lazy to look for them herself. Then, she asked where the nightgowns are since she obviously could not use her brain to see all you have to do is go past the fitting rooms, bras, panties and socks and they are right there.

An idiot wanted help then changed her mind. Then, a few customers were bitching and ranting saying she's just standing there talking about me like they have nothing better to do. Fuck you. I'm waiting for my break so I can resist the urge to slap you. Customers assume we are lazy and don't do work, and it's annoying with that happening, too.

Another idiot. "Are you helping someone?" No, there was no one I was talking to, fucker. Shithead then describes the item as if I'm slow. I get someone to help his stupid ass and he doesn't even stay in the area.

Then, an asshole was looking for hats that said Corona. I said they were in the back since we don't have any room. I had to go in the back. The asshole asked if I can get a manager that has an idea where it would be. Not only did I have to get one for him, but for his wife as well. Then, he had the nerve to ask if we had more in the back and to bring them out in a very snobby way. Thanks for being an asshole to me over hats...Dick, I'll always hate you every time you walk in the door.

I had a lady who asked if we had places with clearance shoes. I pointed them out. She took a shoe that a customer had left in the wrong spot and said, "I guess this is in the wrong spot?" Duh. Then, she wanted to know why the Shaq shoes which are not on clearance were in that section. No room. Then, I showed the dumbass the clearance shoes will have a red tag and it will say the price. (The clearance tags are now yellow as of writing this.)

I told the guy it was the only place with sunglasses. He didn't believe me because it's here not there. Sunglasses asshole came back to look again as if they will appear out of thin air. He walked away, hopefully in front of a car.

Don't even get me started on the rude manager trainees, "No stay right there and don't walk off," said one of the rude managers in training. Of course, she deserved a slap for being a bitch to me. All over a spill since someone has to stay there. Then "Clean it up. Get paper towels." she ordered to one of the employees like they are dogs and she is the master. Bitch even smiled at me and said thank you. Fuck you too, bitchy lady.

"Oh, I called before coming here you had this and that in that section. Where is that?" Read the fucking signs. Please people it's called reading for a reason. Not that you will since brains go out the window at a grocery store, and you idiots think we are supposed to do the thinking for you.

Managers can be horrible on the sales floor especially when they have threats like we'll be watching you; and we are told by the dumbass supervisors and managers, shit like you'll be held accountable is a favorite one. They are more horrible when corporate is there, too. They also say certain tasks need to be done, and that they will be watching for it. They don't.

Lady asked me if I was in the corner because I was bad? No. "Smile a little; life is too short." Sorry, I don't want to smile at an old bitch who thinks it's okay to make lame jokes.

Is it all on clearance? Some of it is and all you need to do is look at the tags. Do you have it in a XL? If it's not on the rack then we don't have it. Some idiot asked where the fitting room was and she was right in front of it. What? Are you high? On drugs? It's right there.

I was working on a cart one day when a lady stuck a pair of pants on the boxes I was working on like a rude bitch. Thanks! I mean you just had to walk your fat ass to the wall, and put it back it's not hard to pick up after yourself, is it?

A lady wanted me to check to see if we had a shoe in the back. We don't. There is no magical "back" to speak of, and I can't pull it out of my ass for you. I mean really? If we are out then we are out.

I also hate it when I'm stocking shoes, and customers come up to me to ask if I will put up anymore of the random shoes they pick up off the shelf. Nope, and I won't know unless I open the box. Then, an old lady stuck trash in one of the empty boxes I was working on. And also the customers have a bad habit of taking the shoes out of the boxes when we are moving shit. Then, they ask how much the shoe is when there is a tag, and they think they have a right to go through the boxes of shoes I'm putting up. One lady pissed me off by asking if we have any more of the shoes I was putting up, so I picked up the shoe and took her ass to the spot where it is. Don't touch my cart, don't put trash in it, and look before you touch the shoes.

Then, I got a dumbass looking for a size 16 and we did not have any. Not in the back and there aren't any more there. Nope. Not in a different area.

Guy asked what a size 6 looks like, and it wasn't on the rack. Sir, if we had a size 6 on the rack I can show you what it looks like. We don't have one to show you.

The idiots tried to pull me to the register but I could not do it since I was already doing two departments at once. They love doing that and dragging me all over even though I'm the only one there. Fuck off already and get more cashiers who care about their jobs instead of ones that call out all the time.

I showed the guy earmuffs because he wanted me to walk him to it. Then idiot asked if we have scarves for men nope just women. Do you see it in the men's section? No? Then we don't have it.

I had to lead a lady to the travel section since she was playing the I'm a dumbass, and I don't know where anything is because I've never been here game. That's old. I have to ask them if they want to be walked to it or else I will get in trouble.

Lady asking me if we'll get a certain shoe in. Nope. The companies change it every year, and it depends on them not me. I don't know if we will get a shoe in since I put the shit up and that is it.

I had to direct a lady to the hairdryers, and she thought it was in electronics nope health and beauty aids.

I had a guy that wanted a shoe in a 9 ½ in a blue box, but that's all we have though. Yes, because I can't pull it out of my ass for you. She is going to get these not these. Okay, then put them in a basket and go away. I don't care anyway; go somewhere else and bug the shit out of them.

Lady wanted a price check even though it was already marked in the corner. There is the price, you dumbass. Can't you read?

Idiots get mad when I don't know where an item is, or describe it to me like they think I'm a dumbass just like they are. I tried to tell a lady where a place is and I ended up making her walk to crafts with me.

We ran out of bags once oops. It happens since companies send us a little amount, and if it's on a holiday we are more likely to run out.

Guy asks what time the pharmacy closes. I tell him and he complains I drove all of this way for nothing. Yes, you did, so call ahead next time dipshit. Not my fault.

Last night was sooo boring I was zoning shoes to pass the time, and I notice this latino guy eating strawberries out of the container while talking on a cell phone. And he is in his own little world as he keeps eating them, and then he goes down an aisle to look at stuff. The fucker leaves the empty container of strawberries on a shelf and leaves. I take it and spot him at the checkout, and I remember him since he has shoes in his hands. I go up to him while he is standing in line and say, "Sir, you dropped these..." I hand him the container and he took it and said, "Okay, thanks." That is how I stopped him from forgetting to pay for it.

Here are five reasons why your shit rang up wrong:

Home office can change shit without warning, and in that case it's not the customers/associates or even the supervisors fault since it can take time to register the price change in the system. It is the stupervisors fault if they don't do their jobs. Sometimes, an associate is assigned to scan the items to make sure it's labeled correctly. It can get annoying to label items since the customers ask if the items around them are also going to change. One lady at the jewelry counter saw a clearance item and a non-clearance item and she said oh I feel like that is on clearance too when it wasn't labeled. Nope. Full price, bitch. Sorry. It's not on clearance since you want it to be. Sometimes the items do change, but I won't know 'til I scan it.

Not reading the shelf tag or fine print on an ad. Some items you have to pay close attention to the label and the code on the item. That's your fault for not reading. Make sure the universal product code matches the one on the shelf tag. It will be your fault in that case since you didn't bother reading.

Customers put it in the wrong spot. Shit happens and customers can be too lazy to put shit back where it belongs. This might not be your fault, and it's the lazy customers fault for putting the item in the wrong spot in the first place. Don't blame the cashier or sales associate since they try to put items in the right spot.

People have tried to switch the tags to make it look like it's a different price. I get it shit happens but if you purposefully do it I hate you for it. We are not stupid especially if we just did the change.

If it's an item from another store someone returned and someone else put it on the shelf then it might not even be in our system. The price can be different if the system doesn't register it right away, and blame the system.

On an entirely different note, I don't like to check prices since a customer said she didn't want to be a bother at the register. And I had to stop what I was doing to help her, and she wanted a manager since the dipshit could not even bother looking for a similar item, and she treated me like I was stupid when it came from another set. It's hard to know where it comes from without a tag or a label. Then, I have to find a manager who may or may not answer the question because they are too busy torturing other people to care. They can also be pretty nasty about it, too.

The sales floor can be interesting since you do get treated better than if you are a cashier. Sales people mainly clean up the area's people trash. Sales people put away items from carts at the fitting room, and make sure items are put in the right spot. It can mean running four or five departments at once, and you are the only one there. That time sucks since the managers run you ragged even more, and it makes you feel like drinking after the nightmare is over. It can be draining putting up eight carts, and the truck bringing in eight pallets to put away. Then, when you are not fast enough they yell at you for being slow, and not having super powers when it's just you on the floor. The sales floor is not easy. It means answering stupid questions about items in front of customers faces, and dealing with their lame ass jokes that you have heard a zillion times. It means being ignored by customers at times when all you ask them is if they need help. It means dealing with managers riding your ass when a corporate visit comes even though it could be a false alarm. You will be told how to do your job, and explained shit you already know. Or, you'll get in trouble for not having everything done since you don't have superpowers. Retail sucks and it should only be done part time, or used as a stepping stone.

## Chapter 9

# The Killer Contract Agency Excerpt:

**_Chapter 1:_**

**_First Agency Operative: Salina Sinclaire_**

It was the first day of school, and I was excited to start the school year with my cute boyfriend, Roger. His good looks made everyone jealous of me for having him before everyone else had the chance. He had brown hair streaked blonde at the tips, pretty blue eyes, and a sweet personality to match, which made him a good catch.

I loved his scorpion tattoo and his sexy, muscular body. I had been with him for over six months, and he made me happy, so happy that I wanted him move in with me. He opened the door for me, and called me cute names. He was a sweetie, sending me love notes, and walking me to my locker. He even had a promising future career in the military.

Things were going great.

The problem started when Laurice came into the picture. The first day of my senior year, she walked toward me with beautiful long blonde hair and blue eyes with an attitude that said she thought she was better than everyone else. I hated her from the beginning.

"Hi," she said in a sickening-sweet voice. "I'm Laurice. I just transferred here. You must be Roger's puny girlfriend. Don't worry; he'll be mine when the time comes. I doubt that you can handle a guy like him, anyway." Then she walked away, and I glared at her retreating back.

A few weeks later, Roger came to my house to pick me up for a date. I wore a red dress that accentuated my body and made my eyes pop. My heart beat hard within my chest as his car pulled up in the driveway and he got out.

Roger was dressed in a tux, making him even cuter than usual. He smiled as his eyes traveled up and down my body. "You look beautiful today." Then, his look turned sad. "We need to talk."

It was never a good thing when a guy tells you that. My heart stopped, but I tried not to let it bother me. "Okay, what is it?"

He sighed. "I've been seeing someone else, and we're in love. I want to move in with her. Let's face it, you're a side chick and we're going to be apart for some time. I think I have more of a future with her, and she's the reason why I haven't been contacting you much lately."

I glared at him. "I knew it. You look at her the way you used to look at me. You told me lies just to use me for a place to stay. I'm happy that you didn't move in with me yet. Laurice had no issues about bragging that she was going to get you, and that you told her you loved her. You told her that you would take her as soon as you saw her. You claimed that it was to get closer to me, and that you weren't going to sleep with her, but you lied. You're a jackass, trying to fool me into thinking that your brother is talking to me when it was you. Thanks for saving me from being stuck to a lying douche bag." I didn't want to go through this heartbreak again; it was as if I had just been shot to the chest. It was awful and bad. Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes. I cannot help it. I wanted him to stay in my life, but now I didn't, since he was a lying, cheating asshole. I hated Laurice so badly that I wanted her dead.

He shook his head. "Laurice was there for me when you weren't. I would rather be with someone who wants to stay home for the rest of her life. I was in love with you, but I love her more because she at least obeys me, and doesn't argue with me the way you do."

I glared at him. "I would hate to be stuck with you for the rest of my life. You're such a drama king, blowing everything out of proportion. You have a horrible temper, and hit stuff when you're frustrated. You told me to not put up a fuss in the morning, andyou've always tried to tell me what to do. I'm better off without you."

A few months later...I opened the door to Southbend High School, and made my way through the crowded halls to my locker, where students were packed like salmon swimming upstream. I fought the current to get to my locker, dialed in my combination on the lock, and opened it.

Black mud suddenly sprayed all over me, smelling like wet garbage on a hot summer day. The smell of it was beginning to make me puke. It was all over me, in my grey eyes, and covering my black hair, and my clothes were ruined.

Students surrounded me, and they put their hands to their noses as if they could smell something horrid while they laughed at me.

I pushed them out of the way, not wanting to deal with their ridicule any longer. I knew that Laurice was behind it, since she was jealous of me for some stupid reason. It was always her, and no one else. No one could hurt me this badly and get away with it, especially not her. I hated her for a reason, and I really wanted her to pay. How could she do this to me? I knew she hated me, too, but really? Mud in my locker? I wiped the sludge out of my eyes, hating that bitch with every fiber of my being.

I didn't go to the rest of my classes. It didn't matter, anyway, since they were showing nothing but movies. I spread a towel across the car seat so the mud wouldn't ruin the interior. I didn't want to explain to my mom why my car had black stains on the driver's seat. The drive to my house was painful since the memories of her pushing me around still lingered fresh in my mind. I squeezed the steering wheel. Just thinking about that bitch made me see red. I wanted her dead; she went too far this time. She was a cruel girl with long sunflower-yellow hair, blue ice cold eyes, and a devious smile that said she kicked puppies in her spare time. She always dressed in clothes so small that every part of her body showed. Within minutes, I pulled into the driveway, arriving in record time.

I headed to my room first and the calming scent of lavender hit me. I picked out a shirt, jeans, and clean socks and underwear to change into after my shower.

My mom, Rose, was home and heard me come through the door. She worked at home doing data entry, which must be nice. My dad, Steven, worked at a job in a secret company that he never talked about.

Mom took one look at me and was furious. "Who did this to you, honey? Was it Laurice, the same girl who put pig's blood in your locker? I don't want them to brush it off like they did last time. If I ever see Laurice or her mom in an alley, God help them because they'll end up in a body bag for messing with you."

I nodded. "Yes, it was Laurice Wingfield, the same one who always messes with me. The same one who went after my ex. But good riddance to him since he was a lying, cheating asshole who was using me as a side chick." Her eyes looked away, and I knew their picking on me finally got to her. First the blood and now the mud; at least she finally saw that they had gone too far.

"Okay, honey, it'll be taken care of. Go take a shower and I'll call the principal about this. By the way, he was a cheating jerk. You can do better. You deserve better since he didn't even text you for days at a time. When I think of all the time that you spent crying over him when he treated you so horribly... and he even blew you off for your birthday, too! He was not good for you. But, honey, it gets better. My first love cheated on me, too. You'll heal from it, and find someone better than him... someone who will call you and talk to you when you call," she said with a look in her eyes that can make a child cry. I never wanted to be on the receiving end of that look since it meant serious trouble. She'll get Laurice since it wasn't the first time that she told the school about the way she was treating me. If she had to, I knew that she was file a police report. Then, maybe the school would believe her this time.

I headed straight for the bathroom after the conversation we had together. I stripped off the mud-covered clothes then put them in a plastic bag that I found underneath the sink.

As I showered, I thought of all the ways I could kill the bitch who made my life hell.

Instead of thinking about taking the easy way out by killing myself, I made a decision: I wanted to kill the bully instead. It led me down memory lane, thinking of my ex, Roger. Roger... the one who cheated on me with Laurice, the one who I loved until I realized that he was using me. At that moment, I finally realized that he never really cared about me.

I took my time in the shower, watching as the water fell from the shower head to the bottom of the tub. The sound calmed me, helping me to drown out the memory of Rogers's betrayal. After all, he wasn't worth crying over. I had cried over him too many times. For months after we broke up, I felt like a zombie, numb from the pain. Heartbreak hurt more than any gunshot; at least those can be healed. He wouldn't have cheated on me the way he did if he cared about me... and with Laurice, no less. After the shower, I sat on the bed in my room. Tissues were piled up on the side table. A few minutes later, I slipped into some pajamas and let sleep take me, until Mom woke me when she sat on the edge of my bed. Her chocolate eyes were welling with tears as she took me in.

"Salina, you'll find someone better, and the bullying will stop once you're in college, I promise. High school is cliquey and college isn't. Then, you'll make more friends,"

Mom told me, trying to cheer me up. She understood what it was like, since her first love left her for some girl that he had knocked up and was forced to marry her. Mom moved on, though, and found someone better, someone who loved her and adored her.

"Promise, Mommy?" I asked, weak from crying.

She gave me a weak smile. "I promise. Now, I'm going to call the school." She pulled me in for a hug and then left. Once she was gone, I took the time to sneak down the stairs so I could listen in on the conversation, hoping that it would end Laurice's bullying.

"Hello," she began. "May I speak with the principal?" She waited. "Thank you." She waited and then said into the phone a moment later, "Yes, my name is Rose Sinclair. Salina Sinclair's mother, and a girl named Laurice Wingfield is picking on my daughter so much that she's coming home from school every day crying. In fact, she came home today covered in mud because of Laurice. In fact, last week, she came home covered in blood, again, due to Laurice. Something has to be done about this now. Don't you agree?" Knowing my mother, she was trying hard to control her temper.

She listened for a bit and then a few moments later, she asked, "Why would you allow Malians to be at the school in the first place? They're dangerous to normal human children. I thought you didn't allow them in the Crystal Crest Realm. In fact, we had a truce with them and they have to leave Crystal Crest alone. But now one seems to be interested in taking out my daughter. You know what this means, don't you?" she asked.

She listened to someone and then continued, "Okay, and then the truce will be over and the Agency will get rid of them by using my daughter. Great, just great. Thanks a lot; that is all I need to know." Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

Agency? Using me? What was going on? My eyes widened, knowing that there was more to the story than what Mom was telling me. But I hurried back to my bed, pretending that I hadn't overheard her.

A few minutes later, Mom opened the door, and I pretended that I was asleep. She closed the door. After she was gone, I followed her and stood in the same place as before, listening, because I knew what would happen next.

"Steven," she said into the phone, speaking to my father. "I resolved the bully problem, but you won't like how I did it." She laughed. "Yes, but you won't like it since it has to do with the Agency." She waited a moment. "I know that you don't want Salina involved with it, but I had no choice." There was another pause as she listened. "She might be a Hunter, and you know what that means..."

Hunter? First, Agency, then them using me? What next?

"Well, at least they have mentors to guide her, and teach her how to wield the powers without her going insane. At least she's not a Fire Rager Witch. Then we might be in trouble. But her genes are the ones attracting the Malian girl. That can't be helped, but at least it'll sort itself out. She can handle it."

There was a pause as she listened, then Mom said, "Yes, she can and we can't interfere since it was the mentor's job to go over everything with her. All we can do is hope that everything goes well, and that she will be okay once it happens." Dad said something as she listened. Then Mom said, "And I you."

As she hung up the phone, I thought that my mom must have ingested some drugs.

Malians? Mentors? I felt like I was suddenly thrust into the Twilight Zone as I went back to my room and slipped under the covers. Soon, I fell sleep not wanting to think about how everything was now crazy, and that my world had just been turned upside down.

**Chapter 2:**

"Honey, time to get up," Mom said, gently waking me the next morning.

Groggy, I stretched and asked, "Do I have to worry about her?" I hoped not, since I didn't want to deal with her shit anymore. I hated high school enough without her adding to it.

"Don't waste your breath on her. She's not worth it," Mom said, repeating what she had already told me on more than one occasion.

"Good, because I'm done taking her shit."

"Salina!"

"Mom, if she wants a fight, then she needs to bring it on," I replied. "I'm done with her and I don't mind kicking her ass." If I'm a Hunter and she is a Malian—whatever that means—and I get to stop her, all the better, even if I think my mom had lost her mind and on drugs. Everyone knows that aliens don't exist, or do they?

Mom's lips formed a straight line. "Well, let's just hope that it doesn't come to that."

Then, she smiled. "Salina, I talked to the school yesterday about this situation and the answer is no. You don't have to worry about her since the principal told her that she has to leave you alone. She got expelled for putting mud in your locker, and almost got her ass beat, according to the principal."

"Good, then it's safe to go to my last day of school and graduate," I said, happy to finally feel safe. Now maybe I can put everything behind me.

While I was getting ready for school, I made a mental note to just ignore her as if it had never happened. I slipped into the last outfit I would wear for the school year, got into my car, and drove to school. I went to school happy to finally have an end to the bullying and harassment, even though I was cursing at the dumb drivers. I swear, people in the realm need to learn how to drive. Soon, I pulled into the senior parking lot and parked the car.

I walked through the halls, ignoring the snickering students, and noticed that Laurice was nowhere to be found, and neither was Roger. Good, I thought to myself. It wasn't as if I wanted to see the lying, cheating dog, anyway. I could now enjoy the final day of high school, which was torture enough without Laurice adding to it. The mud was out of my locker; the janitor must had cleaned it out while I was gone.

In the cafeteria, the buffet looked inviting, so I piled a plate full of bacon, eggs, and hash browns, and grabbed a cup of orange juice. I enjoyed that the cafeteria was bully free, and I ate my breakfast with the theater people since they were just as weird as I am.

After lunch, I found that I was actually enjoying my last day of high school. Then, graduation would be in a few days. I was already accepted to Southbend University and I was starting to get excited. The moment I got accepted to my dream school, it was the happiest day of my life. Lunch ended on a good note.

"Salina, I need to talk to you about something." Spencer Magnus was one of the theater kids whom I was eating with, a hot a guy with grey eyes and black hair. I smiled when he smiled at me. We made eye contact throughout lunch. I already liked him, especially when I saw him talking animatedly with the group. After I broke up with Roger, there were many times when he caught me staring at him, or I had caught him staring at me.

Even if I was sad, at least I saw that there were other guys out there. Good riddance to my ex. It wasn't like I needed Roger, anyway, after the way he had treated me with the break up. He made all the decisions for me like a controlling asshole. I hoped he was having fun with that lying bitch Laurice. Since he obviously didn't want me, I shouldn't even be wasting my time wanting him back.

"Okay, what is it?" I replied to him and he smiled. My heart beat faster, and I was finally moving on to find someone better than an asshole. Maybe Spencer will finally be my new boyfriend. And if Roger is in the same school with Laurice, I could finally let them see that I'm over it. I'll finally have someone who won't treat me badly, someone who won't try to cheat on me with someone else.

"Alright, then follow me." He took my hand, and I trusted him enough to follow him.

We hit it off at the senior breakfast. I loved learning about his stories and hearing him talk about his fun adventures in the plays he starred in. He could make it big, and he had the looks to match his talent. We were even going to the same school for college, but I knew that it could work out in the end. I hoped it would work out if the thing he wanted to ask was for me to be his girlfriend.

I followed him out of Southbend High. But I started getting a bit leery when he walked beyond the parking lot and past a few streets to an area off limits to students, and came to an abandoned log house. It was condemned, thanks to some areas caving in, and there were even rats living inside. Joy! What a romantic place for us to be in.

"What are we doing here? I thought this place was off limits?" I asked, remembering that the last people found here turned up dead. It made me feel alive to feel excitement again at the thought of being with an attractive boy alone, one who wasn't a liar.

He shrugged. "People come here all the time, and nothing has happened at all since the dead people incident. The teachers don't want kids here, since someone could slip through and break their necks. No one has, though. It was sturdy. They just freak out for no reason, thanks to legal issues." He smiled at me, and I smiled back when he put his arm around me and held me tightly. "Don't worry. I'll make sure that nothing happens to you."

"Okay; that's fine with me, as long as it doesn't cave in," I joked. I felt brave, but didn't want to seem like a coward. With Spencer by my side, I felt like I could do anything, as if I were invincible and that nothing could hurt me... not even Laurice.

I followed him, and he opened the door. The floor creaked, protesting as if no one had been there in years, and finally we stopped at a room. It was just a house with wooden floors and red walls. Moldy red couches sat in the corners of the room, and it smelled like moth balls and rotted wood. It was as if an old person lived here before it was condemned.

Joy! This was totally not a romantic place to take someone. I wondered if he liked me, and felt for me what I felt for him.

"Wait here," he told me. "I have a surprise, as well as something to ask you."

He walked out of the room and then came back with something behind his back: a red bucket with a spout. It was clearly marked: gasoline. To my horror, he popped off the top and then shook it all over me. I choked when it got in my mouth, and coughed it up.

The scent of it burned my nose and make me gag. I tried to run since I wasn't ready to die. I never even graduated college yet. But it was no use running since Laurice was blocking the door with an evil smile on her face like a cruel high school snob, jealous of the ex-girlfriend.

"Did you really think you could get away with getting me in trouble like that?" she asked. "Did you really think that I wouldn't find out about one of you here?"

What the hell is she talking about? Fear shot through me, causing me to freeze, and my palms were sweating like hell as I wondered what she was talking about. Mom's conversation suddenly came back to me... Malians, Agency, and I'm involved.

I shook my head. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a girl who's just trying to find my place, a normal girl being harassed by an ordinary bully like you." I tried to play the innocent girl act since she was just as crazy as my parents.

Her eyes narrowed, not believing me. "No, you're a damn Hunter that hunts us as if we were dogs! I came to school to escape the planet that I was on since you shits kept killing us, yet you still haven't killed yourself yet. I thought the mud would work, but evidently it didn't since you're not dead from suicide. Most normal human children that I push around kill themselves because they're weak, and we are strong warriors, unlike you puny humans."

"I don't take the easy way out, bitch," I replied, taking a step closer to her. "I never will, since I don't want my parents to have to clean my blood off of the walls."

Laurice just smirked, playing with a lighter she was holding.

I narrowed my eyes at her, determined not to show her fear... even at the price of my own death. Instead, I thought I might distract her. "A hunter of what? By the way, killing myself would be taking the easy way out." I was still confused as to what is going on. Nope, she had to be crazy since I'd never hunted anything, not even a mouse.

Laurice smiled as she played with the lighter and then clenched it tightly in her hand.

Suddenly, jagged fangs replaced her normal teeth, and her eyes turned to a solid green with black slits. "I'm part of the Malian race, Hunter, and you will not kill me like your people killed my family."

Not human then, and my God are they ugly! Hunter? Again with the damned Hunter thing? My eyes narrowed. "You're crazy. Out of your mind. You have the wrong person.

You're going to hurt me because you think I am a Hunter?" I told her, hoping to knock some sense into her.

"Nope; I know for a fact that you are, and with you dead we can take over the human race. But earth girls are smarter than I thought."

Laurice suddenly opened the lighter, flicked it on and smirked as a bright orange and red flame flashed within the room, and threw it at me. It hit me, and the flames licked my body as soon as it hit the gasoline. Searing pain rushed through me, the worst pain in my life as soon as it burned through my clothes and then to my skin. I screamed and jumped around trying to put the fire out, but it was no use. There was no water anywhere, either, and the house was falling around me as the fire spread throughout the house. Suddenly, I was trapped as debris fell down from the ceiling, trapping me. Mind numbing agony caused me black out. But before I lost consciousness, I accepted the fact that I was going to die.

# Acknowledgments

This book is close to my heart since it was published in 2011. And it was edited by Liz who is an awesome editor. I loved making these stories since they are something everyone goes through. Coworkers, bosses and evil exes all get what's coming to them in the end. I also loved creating Scarlet the most, and Ella will be back too. Salina and Carter will come back in Retribution is Mine. And I love the new cover! Leave a review if you enjoyed the book!

# About the Author

Jessica Samuels is an author of paranormal romance books and young adult. She studied Journalism at Virginia Commonwealth University. She reads books in her spare time and plays video games. She drinks energy drinks and loves creating paranormal worlds.

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