The night had gone fairly normally fight with Allen, fight with Tara and Rebecca, dance my ass of, and get it grabbed a few dozen times. I was really not expecting to have Mr Sloan walked into the club. It wasn't like in the movies the whole place stop everything, and the music screech to a stop. No, I doubt many of the patrons even noticed him. He whispered to Allen who beamed at him leading him to a V.I.P room. I narrowed my eyes, but kept dancing as if I hadn't noticed him. He paused near the curtain to the room watching me eyes cold. I wasn't in the least bit surprised when Allen came to fetch me saying I was requested by a patron. I could have refused of course, but that would have been highly suspicious. Besides, I really wasn't afraid of Sloan and company. The two massive bodyguards stood on either side of the inside curtain looking at me with similar hostile stares to their boss. Their boss sat arms crossed over his chest leaning back against the seat.
"We need to talk Ms..." He trailed off leaving me to fill in the blank.
"Lilly." I said smiling at him doing my best imitation of Felicity. The dumb blonde routine seemed appropriate. He leaned back motioning to a chair that had been placed in front of him.
"Oh thanks, my feet are killing me." I said flouncing into the seat legs draped over the sides. One of the body guards moved forward shoving my legs down, and holding me against the back of the seat. I raised an eyebrow, but said nothing else.
"You need to tell me what happened to my son. You had better not leave out the details, if I think you are holding out on me, well I don't think you can strip from a box." Mr. Sloan said leaning towards me eyes intent on my face. For a moment I actually considered telling him the actual truth just to see what he would do. I decided however amusing that would be the go to excuse would be far better. I broke down in tears.
"Blaine had been taking these pills all night. I asked him what it was, but he told me to mind my own damn business. I didn't want to make him mad so I didn't say anything else. He drank like a lot then we went back to his house and and." I sobbed into my hands mascara streaming down my face. None of it would be a real lie hell the medical examiner would find high levels of oxycontin in his blood stream more than enough to kill him. The fact he hadn't known he was taking it would not be mentioned of course.
"I see, so you what ran once you saw he was dead." Sloan asked eyes very hard.
"Well I mean ya, I was terrified." I said blinking my big eyes at him. He nodded at me smiling. I really didn't like that smile. He pulled out a Colt 45, and shot me right between the eyes.
Hell is a bit of a shit hole. No duh, you are probably thinking its hell. Well it is more like the most boring DMV you have ever seen, well at least the entrance. Thankfully I get to skip the line being an employee and all. Good for me I was so fucking pissed I might have punch a few ghosts if I had to stand in line for a few hundred years. I would miss so many raids! My demon form is a bit terrifying. I have very long horns, sharp teeth, red skin, yes even a forked tail, and cloven hooves. The stereotypes are there for a reason. I am also completely naked. I mean everyone is you don't get to go to the great beyond in anything, but your birthday suit. I pushed people aside as I stomped up the the huge desk at the front of the line. Belladonna sat there not bothering to look up from the scroll she was looking at.
"Yes?" She asked crisply still not looking up at me.
" Some prick shot me I need a new body." I said through clinched teeth.
"There is a twenty year waiting period for new bodies you know that." She said finally looking at me with those yellow beady eyes behind horned glasses.
"Well I need an exception let me in." I said growling.
"Fine, you can talk to the boss, but he is in a pissy mood today." She said pushing a button that open a red door at the back of the room.
"When the hell is Satan not in a bad mood." I grumbled stomping in.