Penny Dreadfuls Issue One: Penny Dreadfuls Issue One: Overture
Penny Dreadfuls Issue Eight: Penny Dreadfuls Issue Eight: Realizations
The wine bottle on the floor was empty, but the one in her hand was almost empty. She had forgone a glass as it would just be in the way. The pendant sat on the table, just taunting her. She wanted to hate it, but there was so much history behind it. The letters Amelia had sent to Lilith all those years ago were scattered on the floor around the couch.
They had loved one another, but there were no outright mentions of exorcisms. There were only hints. She sat up and grabbed her phone on the table. There had to be something left behind in the rest of the woman’s things. Etta groaned and tossed her phone onto the couch next to Elliott. She was grasping at straws now.
Elliott stretched out his front legs and just stared at her.
“This is one of the times when I wish you could talk.”
“Would that help?”
Etta tumbled off the couch and gripped the empty wine bottle. There was a man standing
at the end of her couch next to the doorway to the kitchen. She pointed the end of the bottle at him.
“Who the hell are you?”
The man smirked at her. “Someone like your precious Lilith with a bit more of influence. Dealing with demons is a sin, did you know that?”
“And why the fuck should I care what you say?”
Etta stumbled back as the man suddenly appeared in front of her and gripped her waist tightly in his hand. “We care about your eternal soul. One with a soul as pure as yours needs to be protected.”
She rolled her eyes and smacked the man upside the head with the glass bottle. It didn’t break which she was slightly upset about, but the man did release her. Etta grinned at him and waved the bottle in front of her face.
“I ain’t some damsel in distress mister.”
The man’s smirk faded and he stood up straight. “You’re right.” He waved his hand and a card appeared between his forefinger and middle finger. “Give me a call when you’re tired of being led around like a dog by a demon.”
Etta squinted as the man vanished and the card appeared on the coffee table. She tossed the bottle onto the couch and glared at Elliott.
“And where the fuck were you at man?” she asked the cat.
Elliott meowed and just looked up at her innocently. Etta rolled her eyes and dropped the bottle onto the table. She flopped sideways onto the couch and groaned into her pillow. There was too much liquor coursing through her to even attempt to figure out what just happened. Elliott nibbled on her socked big toe and she ignored him before falling fast asleep.