"Come on, wake up human, I'm bored just sitting here in your head. I need to hurt something." Mason was confused at first then remembered what the voice was, Bazel, the smart-mouthed demon. Mason got out of bed, changed shirts, brushed his teeth, then went down to the kitchen. Now Mason's family, he, his mom, and his baby brother, Brian, lived in a small, rented, six room house outside Haven Valley City, his father had left when he was born.
"Why must you eat? I'm not a fan of just sitting here, watching you intake useless slop." Whined Bazel, inside his head. Mason grunted at him, slugged down his orange juice, then ran and grabbed his backpack. As he ran past baby Brian, he could see the yellow school bus coming down the road, Bazel cringed away from the cute, pudgy baby on the floor. Mason rushed out the door past the dog, who growled at him, all animals reacted to Mason Bazel this way, except snakes. Mason boarded the bus, then worked his way down the aisle to the back seat.
"Just look at them all, no creativity, just mush for brains, that's the way I like it." Bazel said in Mason's head.
"I'm guessing that includes me?" Mason replied. Bazel grumbled.
"Not, exactly. Because of me you have a gateway to supernatural knowledge, and historical information, and the wisdom of a thousand generations."
"So that will come in handy for today's history test?"
"Are you kidding? Cheating is what I do best!" Exclaimed Bazel, ego swelling.
"Then after school we go looking for vampires." Said Mason, leaning back in his seat. For Mason Bazel Burr was a half-demon vampire hunter, he liked to think of himself as a demon slayer, though Bazel was not a fan of this term.
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