Poisonous: A Visit To Earth (DC Angels Book 2)

by Chas Funderburg

  He laughed. “Oh no. I go for more stimulating things than that. I’m a people person, and I like getting close to people; especially with hot girls like you.”

  “You consider me hot, do you?”

  “Oh yes.”

  Pressing against him more, she said, “So what are you going to do about it? I hope you’re not going to say that we should watch a movie and eat popcorn.”

  His grin confirmed he was indeed the charmer that she had been working on for many years. “You seem to like your encounters hot and spicy, am I right?”

  Smiling with thinly veiled suggestion, she said, “Of course. Are you in the mood for a hot and spicy encounter?”

  His lips gave her the answer, as they moved in on and slowly kissed hers: gently at first, then with more passion. She returned the favor, and shortly thereafter, they moved to a more private location.

  “You know,” she said later, “I’ve heard rumors about you, and you just proved them to be true.”

  “I hope I’ve lived up to your expectations,” he said, turning on his charm, and flashing a thousand watt smile.”

  “Oh, you —” Before she could get out another word, he took her head in his hands, pulled her close, and again kissed her with increasing passion. She succumbed, and gave in to his advances again.

  “You are going to wear me out, Shane Logan. I’m spent; I don’t think I could do this again. At least not right away.”

  “No problem. And since you may want more spicy encounters, why don’t you spend the night? That way, we can play it by ear.”

  “I’m all for that. I think I’m addicted to you.” She pulled him closer this time, and the heat rose in her again.

  “I thought you said you were spent,” he said, grinning.

  “Oh shut up…”

  * * *

  The next morning, awake before her guest, a shower called her. The hot, steamy water fell down on her, easing the tension out of every muscle in her human body. Luxuriating in the pleasure of a watery massage, she just let the water continue to make her feel good. A tall, handsome man, with incredibly blue eyes opened the shower door and said, “May I join you?”

  “I thought you’d never ask…”

  Later, the comfortable couch held her captive for the rest of the morning. Shane made some breakfast for her, and brought it to her on the couch. Their conversation, surprisingly to her, was about more than hunting for the conquest, and she actually enjoyed it. As time passed, she felt the pressure of having some demon of Murder finding her, and making an end of her. The clock on Shane’s living room wall told her it was shortly after noon. “Shane, sweetie. I’ve really got to go. It’s been wonderful, but I have some pressing matters to attend to.”

  “No problem. Come back any time.”

  “I’m going to hold you to that.”

  “Please do.”

  Poisonous left the way she came, returning to the Friendship Heights Metro station and ducking into a stall in the women’s bathroom. Once again, the demon Poisonous returned. As she flew back to the Second Heavens, a strange sensation bloomed in her heart. At first, she thought is was a hangover from all the alcohol she had drunk. Then a lump formed in her throat. She almost cried happy tears. The very thought of Shane Logan made her smile and feel giddy, like something wonderful had happened to her. In fact, she smiled all the way back to her cave. “What is wrong with me? I can’t seem to get Shane out of my mind. I miss him already, and I just left.”

  On the path to her cave, she ran into VD. “Hi, Poisonous.” Then VD scrutinized her as though she had just become an angel of the Light. “Poisonous: you’re smiling. I thought you considered that a sign of weakness.”

  “I did…err, do,” she said, trying to act evil again.

  VD, however, just smiled and said, “Uh-huh…you, Poisonous are in love, you silly demon. Moreover, I have a strong feeling it’s with Shane Logan, they guy you’ve always made a habit of returning to.”

  “I am not in love. Don’t be foolish; that’s not what demons do: Shane Logan is just one of my victims—”

  “That you just spent the night with, I’m sure, and for once, you actually enjoyed making love, and not merely having sex motivated by lust. No…you don’t need any practice to do that. But by that happy look on your face, I think you can’t get Shane off your mind.” VD giggled softly. “My, my…the evil demon is in love. Awww, how sweet.”

  Perturbed, Poisonous shot an angry look at VD. “Look you foolish softie. I don’t buy into this infatuation humans call, ‘being in love.’ You and both know that demons don’t love. They pervert that notion. So, stop your ridiculous accusations, and leave me alone, or I swear I’ll tear you to shreds.”

  VD kept smiling, eyes twinkling. “Mmm-hmm.” Then she turned around and walked away, giggling under her breath.

  With anger written all over her face, Poisonous watched VD leave, then looked at the ground, feeling somewhat foolish. “I think she’s right…”

  Sunday, June 29th

  Her mind settled on the fact that the time had come to break out of the Second Heavens unnoticed, and head to Earth. Looking around the Second Heavens, no demons appeared. The day on Earth was Sunday, so she said, “Most of them must be in their caves, avoiding the strength of The Light as followers of the Light worship Lord Yehovah.” Stepping out of her cave, and looking over the landscape of the Second Heavens, no demon was anywhere near her. This would be the perfect time to leave, so she flew towards Earth as fast as she could.

  D.C. loomed in the distance, and came into clearer focus the closer she got. Subconsciously, she also anticipated seeing Shane Logan again, but would never admit that to herself. Instead, she willed herself to focus on her mission, and pressed on.

  Nighttime shadows covered the city in a dark blanket. Bright lights on the streets and in the buildings provided the only illumination. The National Mall, now covered in shades of silver and black appealed to her, because in the center of the Mall stood the Washington Monument, in the form of an obelisk. Ancient Egyptians and Babylonians worshipped the Sun God, Baal. The word obelisk, literally translated, means ‘Shaft of Baal.’

  Walking towards this, one of several brightly lit monuments, whose reflections appeared in the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool, her eyes glowed as thoughts of evil coursed through her head. Sexual Immorality, and perverting Lord Yehovah’s ideas of relationships and morals made the top of the list. Couldn’t hurt to deceive them about what Lord Yehovah wanted for them, either. Such love and care for these constantly failing humans made bile rise in her, amping up her anger, and sharpening her focus on her mission.

  She walked up to the monument, fastened herself to it with her claws and tentacles, and climbed to the top. Noting the vast potential of the rampant immorality of the citizens of this nations capital, she cried out, “You are mine, Washington, D.C. I shall personally spread as much moral and physical destruction as I possibly can, and nothing will stop me; not even the petitions to Lord Yehovah uttered by his followers of The Light.” Moments later she alighted from the monument. Walking slowly on the ground, her highly heightened sense of smell sniffed out all signs of malicious acts committed, as far back as centuries earlier, when Native Americans fought each other and the European invaders who came to take the land from them. The long buried bloodshed energized her dark heart, filling her with bloodlust.

  A long, loud peal of wicked laughter reverberated through the night, be it unheard by any human ears, as the evil deeds of generations of wicked humans encouraged thoughts of maliciousness. “Oh yes, by all wrongful deeds. This city is ripe for the taking, and take it, I will…”

  The blackness of the middle of the night still hung in the air. Boredom and the need to seek out trouble moved her on as she flew over the still sleeping city. Her nose went into the air, sniffing out a clue of lasciviousness. “Wait…” The scent came from a couple of blocks over. “Ahh. There’s no mistaking that smell.” Her heightened olfactory senses breathed i
t in again. “Yes-s-s-s. What a delightful aroma.” Her trajectory changed towards the source, and she descended in an expensive room in a high-priced hotel, where she found what looked to be an older gentleman, probably in his forties or fifties, and a younger woman—no doubt the trophy—in bed together. A wedding band, undoubtedly the gentleman’s, lay on the table.

  “Ahh, I couldn’t have done a better job myself. Being a demon is satisfying, but when you see sexual immorality take place on its own, it’s a rewarding moment.” The hotel room faded as she headed to the one place in D.C. where such liaisons took place on a regular basis: the Capital Scene. Even at three in the morning, the place vibrated with energy. She changed into a human woman in her mid twenties wearing a revealing outfit. Stairs led down to the main dance floor.

  There, a bouncer blocked the entrance to the club. “You either need an paying escort or to pay a twenty dollar cover charge to get in.”

  The thought of making him evaporate into nothing crossed her mind, but she settled for convincing him by mind manipulation to let her in. Eyes glowed red and aimed directly at his. “What you’ll do is let me in, free of charge and without an escort.”

  He looked like he wanted to object but succumbed to her powerful suggestion and finally said, “Please…go on in. Enjoy yourself.”

  “Thank you. You’re very accommodating.” The descending stairs led her to the dance floor. All sorts of strobe lights and even a crystal ball hung from the ceiling. People gyrated to the sound of music generated by computer synthesizers, repeating in musical loops. Power like that of a pressure cooker pulsed throughout, energizing her.

  One young man in particular caught her eye. Tall, muscular, bronze skinned with piercing blue eyes stood in the corner, apparently with no young bimbo to keep him occupied, so she approached him.

  “Hi. My name is Perri. Is there anything better to do than to be bombarded with loud, repetitious music?”

  “Hi. My name is Chad, and you could always leave with someone you like, and get to know them better.”

  “So what are you waiting for, Chad?”

  “You’re serious aren’t you?”

  “Of course.”

  A few minutes later, Chads condo complex came into view. He led her to his unit, and invited her to have a seat on his couch. “Say, do you have any strong alcohol?” she asked.

  “Umm, sure. I have some Everclear, which is usually used in baking. I make a mean vanilla cake.”

  “My, but you’re domestic. How about if you give me some straight—no ice, no chaser.”

  “Sure, Perri. I think I’ll just have a beer. Hold on, I’ll be right back. Returning with her drink in one hand, and a beer in the other, he said, “Wow, Perri. You’re awesome. What does a pretty girl like you do as a profession?”

  “I’m an entrepreneur. I have many concerns I am invested in.”

  “Wow. An astute business woman and a very pretty lady. That’s a cool combination.”

  She smiled at having her ego stroked. Then he scooted close to her, and zeroed in on her lips, causing heat to rise in her. Soon, his hands began to wander. Lust rose in her like a volcano. “Chad. Baby, why don’t we quit wasting time…”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” he said.

  “Mmmm,” she said. “You are as good as you are handsome.”

  “Well, I can demonstrate again how good I am if you like,” he answered.

  “So what are you waiting for?

  Monday, June 30th

  The darkness of the wee hours of the morning still permeated the room. Beholding the young, handsome lover across from her who looked at her with adoring eyes, she decided the encounter needed to end. “It was lovely, Chad, but I’ve got to go. I know it’s early, but I have things to do, and all that. You understand, don’t you?”

  “No problem. I’ve got to get to work too. Can I at call you again sometime? You’re one amazing lady.” He stroked her in a sensitive spot.

  “Mmmm. Stop that, or I might have to stay and take advantage of you again,” Poisonous said. Regaining her composure, she said, “Sure, sweetie; you can stay in touch, but I don’t have a phone yet. When I do, I’ll give you a call. Just give me your number.”

  He walked over to his desk, took out a notepad and wrote down his number. Returning to her, he put the note in her hands. “Here you are, Perri. I look forward to being with you again.”

  “Chad, come here and I’ll give you another kiss.”

  He smiled, eyes shining, and walked over to her, took her head in his arms and gently touched her lips.

  She smiled, kissed him back and sunk both sets of claws into his neck. He gasped; first from the pain of the needles in his neck, then from the realization that it was her who had just sunk claws into him. His eyes opened wide, shocked that she could do such a gruesome thing. Soon, however, unable to breathe, he staggered backwards, gasping and finally collapsing on the floor. His entire body turned red, including in the face where his eyes bulged out from lack of oxygen. Then his body grew darker, changing from red to dark purple, then to black; it imploded on itself, as organs, skin and bones disintegrated. Finally, what was left of his body turned to ashes, then to smoke, and he disappeared without a trace.

  She shrugged her shoulders, and said, “Sorry sweetie; I can’t help myself. Inflicting death turns me on as much as sex does. Besides, as your cliché goes, ‘Easy come, easy go’”. Poisonous the demon reappeared, and flew back into the early morning hours of the city.

  * * *

  The sun had begun to rise on the District. A glance at a marquee displaying the time revealed that it was seven o’clock in the morning. In order to make her plans truly effective, she needed to blend in with humanity. “I’ll need to find a place to live.” An ATM for American National Bank, stood in front of the bank building underneath the marquee, so she walked over to it. Using fingers that flew faster than a human eye could perceive and ears that could hear a pin drop a mile away, she listened for a telltale electronic click inside the machine, which indicated that she had logged into someone’s account. Then, having the account number, she repeated the routing for the PIN, and the screen welcomed her and asked what she wanted to do.

  She made a withdrawal for one hundred dollars. A nearby newsstand offered the local Washington Post, so she so she used mind control to persuade the attendant to give her a copy for free. She had money, but giving it to him wouldn’t be any fun. She walked into a nearby coffee chain to peruse the Wanted ads. “Ahh, here’s a nice condo for rent, right in the Mount Vernon Triangle neighborhood. I love well-to-do neighborhoods. They suit the manner in which I’d like to live: handsomely.” She circled the ad, and got herself a cup of coffee. Actually, she convinced the barista to give her the cup of coffee.

  “Oh, dear. This is becoming wearisome. Mind control is nice, but I get tired of it. Further, these days buying anything is much more expensive than in times past. I need to become financially liquid, so I can pay for things without having to use mind control all the time. I’ll save that for more interesting pursuits.” The crooked smile turned up her lips, as she pondered the possibilities of gaining income.

  The first thing she needed to do was open a Swiss bank account. Not knowing exactly how this occurred, she flew back to the condo, and she researched Swiss banks. One in particular conveniently let you open accounts online. The transaction required an initial deposit of one thousand dollars. Having no money but the one hundred dollars, she flew back to the ATM where she had stolen the hundred dollars, and using the same routine, removed one thousand dollars from the same unwitting soul.

  Next, she walked into the bank and opened up a checking account. After electronically signing a few requisite questions for the computer program and depositing the one thousand dollars, she received paperwork legitimizing the transaction and a debit card to that account.

  Immediately, she returned to the condo, found the home page of the Swiss bank, and returned to the process of opening up an account. T
he bank allowed you to deposit either with your checking account routing number and account number, or a credit card. Since debit cards could also be used as credit cards, she entered her debit card information. The transaction succeeded, and her new account became legitimate.

  Next, since she didn’t yet have a cell phone of her own, she flew to the new hotel located in the Old Post Office, known for its opulence, which suited her. Walking up to one of the clerks at the front lobby desk, she stared at the man she was closest to, glowing red eyes broadcasting, and said, “I need to make a call.” And you will let me immediately. The clerk acquiesced and put the front desk phone on the counter.

  The owner of the condo had listed her numbers both work and mobile. Since it was now ten o’clock in the morning, she called the work number, and waited for its owner to answer.

  “International Student Instruction/International Language Institute, Evelyn Chen.”

  “Yes, Hi Evelyn. I’m looking for a place to stay, and I found your ad in the paper. Do you still have a room for rent?”

  “Yes, I do. Would you like to come over and look at it?”

  “Yes. How about this evening, say, at around seven p.m.?”

  “That’s fine. I’ll be expecting you. Do you know how to get here?”

  “Yes. I can work out the directions with map software, thanks.”

  “Great. See you then.”

  The phone on the other end clicked off, and she put the handset back in its cradle. “Thanks for the use of the phone.”