Demon's Bride

Jane couldn't believe how boring this evening had been so far. When she had promised her brother to go to his fiancée's hen night she had feared it wouldn't be her thing but that it would be this awful she had never expected. She had been prepared for an evening of giggling girls, **** and strippers.

But it had turned out to be even worse: twenty women were sitting in Tiffany's flat, listening to her reading from some tarot cards or asking this with-board questions about their futures. Jane had always known that her brother's taste in women wasn't good but with Tiffany he had topped all of his former girlfriends by far. With 23 she was the same age as Jane but she acted like a silly teenager whose role model was Paris Hilton – complete with hairless mini rat – or chihuahua as that was what Tiffany claimed the animal to be.

“I now we have had a lot of fun this evening.” Tiffany squealed in her little-girl voice and her pink friends giggled along. “But now it's time for the ultimate fun event of this evening!” 'If she's saying we're playing spin the bottle I'm out of here!' Jane thought to herself and sipped on the glass of coke she had held onto the entire evening. She hadn't dared drink **** in this pink hell hole.

Tiffany pulled a large black leather book out from underneath the pillow she was sitting on and cleared her throat.

“Missy, the black candles please.” she whispered dramatically and another blonde nodded and started to arrange black candles every in the room.

“Isn't this going too far?” Jane asked when Tiffany put a knife on the table in front of her.

“Oh, shush. You're ruining it!” Tiffany cleared her throat once more and cut her finger with the knife. There was barely any blood to be seen when she already started gasping and shaking her hand from the pain while one of her friends assured her of her bravery.

'Oh brother, you owe me BIG time for this evening!'

“We call to us from the darkest pits of darkness...” Tiffany started. 'darkest pits of darkness? I guess she wrote this herself.'

“Thou great beast to come to us tonight.” Missy giggled behind Tiffany and earned a slap onto her thigh for interrupting the oh-so-important highlight of the evening.

“Come show yourself to us and honour us with your presence, oh great one.”

“Exactly what is supposed to happen here anyway?” another one of Tiffany's friends whispered next to Jane, fear evident in her voice.

“Oh, pooh, you're ruining it all. Missy, you can blow out the candles again. This will never work with such unbelievers.” Tiffany pouted, her arms crossed in front of her huge fake breasts and immediately her friends surrounded her to assure her that they were all believers and that she should continue. She was just about to agree with them when the room went completely dark.

“Missy, I didn't tell you to shut down the light again.” Tiffany complained and looked accusingly in the direction of the light switch, only to find no one there.

Suddenly Missy started to scream from behind Tiffany and as the blonde moved her head around her eyes went wide.