Chapter 24
l see I can gloss over the hell-is-another-dimension-and-not-easily-visited portion of my lecture.”
“I hate you,” I said without opening my eyes. There didn’t seem to be any point to getting an eyeful of where I was and what was going on. “So, so much.”
“If I were human,” Satan bitched, “I would have an unsightly black eye. This is how you treat a guest you invited into your home?”
“Invited is a strong word,” I replied.
“Are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Child, she hasn’t opened her eyes.”
“That’s true, Laura. I haven’t.”
“Does it feel like anything’s broken?”
It was nice; Laura sounded superconcerned. “Only my sense of reason, purpose, and childlike wonder.” I opened my eyes. And blinked. Lots. “Where the hell are we?”
“Yes,” Laura and the devil said in unison. Followed by the devil adding, “I’m astonished you got it right the first time. I had allotted twenty minutes for you to eventually guess right, and then need everything explained at least twice. Starting two minutes ago. And now, see? My entire evening just opened up.”
“Yes, well, let that be a lesson to you.” I sat up, wincing, then lurched to my feet. My back ached from neck to butt, and I had a whopper of a headache, probably from the devil tossing me ass over teakettle into the bricks above the fireplace. Luckily I’d fed recently, and thank you again, would-be rapists.
Dead or not, I could still be hurt. I could still die (again). Tough to kill didn’t mean invulnerable. It did mean tough to kill. So I bounced back pretty quickly, and never was I happier about that than when I woke up in hell.
Which was really, really good, since I was betting she’d fractured my skull and possibly, for funsies, shattered my spine. In hell for—what? Seventy seconds, and already hideously crippled.
“And I left my overnight bag in the stupid parlor next to the stupid Book of the Dead!” Great. Already this field trip sucked. “No lip gloss.” (I dunno if all vampires were prone to dry lips, or just me, and there was no way to tell, because I had lived on Chapstick since I was six.) “And no change of underwear!”
“Tsk. I can’t tell you how much—” Satan cut herself off and got a peculiar look on her face. She looked as though she were listening to voices. Which she most likely was. Unlike the average citizen of the damned, the voices in her head were probably real. “Well, that’s just terrific. Sorry, ladies; I must fly. Something has come up.”
“But—” Laura began, already sounding panicked. In hell for a minute and a half and ditched by the devil? Muy uncool.
“My assistant can answer your questions and give you a tour. Just go through that door.”
We looked; we were standing in a room of nothing.
Okay, I’ll elaborate: we were in a nondescript room with high ceilings and cheap carpeting. Everything was blah gray. No windows, no doors. No sound. No light source. It was almost like we were standing in a fog bank that had walls. It was a room of nothing.
“But Baal—” Laura began.
“I’m good, darling, but even I can’t be in two places at once. As I said—my assistant will take over until I return. She’s through that, there. No worries; no one here will bother you. Unless I tell them to.” Satan grinned, and blinked out of sight.
“Well, this is off to a suck-o start. What’s amazing is that I hear myself, and I actually sound surprised.”
“She might not care if you die,” Laura said, clearly trying to be reassuring, which would have gone over better if she didn’t look terrified, “but she seems to care if I do. So if you stick by me, Betsy, I think we’ll be safe.”
“And I think I’m weirded out.” I gestured. “That’s a door.”
“Uh ... yes. It is a door. See? I’m not scared. You shouldn’t be, either.”
“Laura, you sound like an episode of Sesame Street. There wasn’t a door three seconds ago. There wasn’t anything three seconds ago.”
“Should we—?”
I looked at her, then back at the door. The doorknob gleamed innocently. I was pretty sure. “I guess we’d better,” I said.
I stepped forward and gingerly gripped the knob. I was expecting it to be hot. You know ... hellish. But it just turned when I turned it.
So we went in.
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