Chapter 1
“Rosie, your obsession is not normal!” How sometimes I hated to be related to this woman. sure, I loved my sister fiercely, but sometimes she was just getting on my nerves, especially when she showed no sympathy for my twisted mind.
“Vivi! It is not an obsession. It is just some ideas my mind comes up with! Have you ever heard that writer’s brain just works in a weird way?” my sister raised a brow at me, letting me know right then and there that she did not believe a word that left my mouth, “Yeah sure Rosie. And I am a descendant from Dracula himself. You know this thing is unhealthy! I mean come on! Could you not be like the rest of the population? Just like, writing normal books? Does it have to be some sick dark romance every time? Either someone gets, killed, eaten, beaten, tortured, raped... whichever gruesome act you can come up with, you make a story about it! And some of this I think even mental institutions would decline as a too fucked up scenarios for them to help in the aftermath!”
Her words gave me pause. Not because she was right, but because, I was thinking there has been a long time since I killed someone in my books. Maybe the new Deamon character could die. Maybe by the hands of his fiancée. I mean I wrote the woman, but Siela was a real bitch. Carrying herself as if she was the god’s present to the world. Like I said, I wrote her, but I hated her! So maybe I should turn her into the villain of the story. And maybe..., ”ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING ROSEMARIE DAISY BROOKS?!” ok I think I just pissed of my sister since she was using my full name...
“I am sorry Vivien, but you just can’t see the whole story. You never had the power of imagination, so instead of pestering me, just leave me alone and let me earn my living, ok?” I might have been too harsh, but sometimes you had to say the ugly truth to get people of your back. At this point Vivien was pretty much fuming. You know that character in a cartoon that has smoke coming out of their ears? Yep, that was her at the moment. Just imagine a short thing a bit taller than 150 centimetres in height, skinny with small but perky boobs that always seemed to look perfect no matter what she wore, flawless face with the exception of glasses. A bit upturned nose and murderously green eyes, oh and a pixie blond cut. Pretty much imagine a blond librarian with steam coming from her ears. I think we can picture it very vividly and as I imagined the picture in my own head, a sarcastic smile spread across my face, and that was the breaking point for my sweet sister Vivi, “You know what? Fine! But don’t come crying to me when someone makes one of those fucked up stories a reality!”
Now that sounded intriguing, “That does sound interesting. It would be a real delight to live one of my fantasies.” Her shoulders deflated at my unbothered tone, “You really are incorrigible. I have no idea why I even try sometimes.” Well, to be honest, I had no idea either. More than once, I have told her it is no use, and if my words did not do the trick, my resilience to keep writing my books the same way should be proof enough. But it seems she was just not willing to believe her own eyes. It’s her own fault in that case if you ask me.
Standing up from my bed I went to the door, “Now if you will excuse me, I have a deadline to catch, so I need to start writing. Bye sis! Be safe.” And with that I closed the door in front of her face. Now we could focus on the fun part.
I sat down behind my desk this time, my sister was at least good at giving me ideas. To be honest, most of my ideas actually came from our fights. She was always going on and on about my twisted mind, but somewhere through the discussion she always came up with more fucked up stories than my own mind. So, she was my well of infinite ideas. So where were we? Right! Deamon needs to die. Or at least it should look like he died. So, Siela tries to poison him, and it looks like she succeeded, she gets all high and mighty, even worse than before if that is even possible. And than, we have a new character. Melody. She needs to be a twisted soul though. Perhaps a tortured woman, that escaped all those horrors and stumbled into this drama? Or maybe she could just be dealing with a multiple personalities disorder. You know just a minor fuck up.
Of course, Siela will not be happy that her fiancé was still alive and even less excited about the fact that he was happy. And to top it off with someone else. And from there we could dive straight into the world of traumatic events, drama everywhere, some more attempts at killing someone, maybe add some cruelty, some harsh words... Perfect. I think this book just might have the potential to become my best work so far.
But first, Deamon needs to die.
