Demon Seed, Book 1: The Watchers

By Britney Adams

*Young adult fiction*Paranormal
Three young women - sisters separated during childhood - are mysteriously drawn together by supernatural forces.
Book 1 of the Demon Seed series!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Britney Adams
• Release date: Oct 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301572816

Britney Adams

My name is Britney Adams and my life is filled with angels and demons and vampires and werewolves! I have found that they enjoy the stories I tell about them so it is my life mission to tell them all!I hope you enjoy my first series, Demon Seed, Books 1,2 and 3, about three sisters who were separated at birth but are now being drawn back together by supernatural forces!Available in November: The Breed

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Demon Seed

Book 1: The Watchers

Britney Adams

Copyright 2013 by Britney Adams

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Also by Britney Adams:

Demon Seed: The Series

Book 2: The Deception

Book 3: Torment

Demon Seed: Book 1, The Watchers

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Britney Adams

Demon Seed: Book 1, The Watchers

Copyright © 2013 by Britney Adams

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At a Gas Station in South Dallas

Ollie Simpson had already emptied the cash register and locked the doors when he saw the pretty brunette with the little girl, couldn’t have been more than four or five, walking up to the entrance. He was already shaking his head and saying aloud, No, no, no, no, as he watched her approach. His first thought was that she was sure in the wrong part of town this time of night. His second thought was that she was absolutely gorgeous, seemed to glow. He knew that sounded hokey, and maybe it was just the light of the setting sun reflecting off the plate glass windows. But she did, she glowed. Like a beacon. Her eyes were bright and a broad smile lit her face. She looked like a princess.

Look at that flouncy dress, he thought, snowy white with some kind of little flowers – she looked like she was going to be in a wedding. And that little girl! Why, she was just precious, in a puffy pink dress and shiny black shoes and carrying, of all things, an old metal gas can. Ollie had already decided that he’d open the door and see what the woman needed, help her if he could. White lady with a kid in tow in this part of town this late in the day – he had to see what she needed. He didn’t see a car at the pumps so she was on foot, perhaps her car had broken down up the road. There were too many gang bangers and drug dealers and pimps in this neck of the woods for Ollie to, in good conscience, refuse to at least determine what her needs were.

Ollie turned the deadbolts and opened the doors. When he looked up from the lock and into the woman’s face, she had changed. She no longer glowed. Her brown hair was dull and lank, oily and dirty as if she hadn’t washed it in days. Her dress – it had been white at one time but now it verged on gray, soiled from living on the streets and sour smelling from days of sweating. There were areas of fabric that were worn so thin that you could see through it – and other spots that were caked with dirt. Her eyes – they were still bright. Bright with a madness that reached out and tried to drag you back in with it. And that smile – a smile that promised a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

I’m closed for bidness, ma’am. Ollie said, guilt tugging hard at him, but hell, at least he opened the door, right? He didn’t have to but he did. And you know you wouldn’t have if you’d a realized she was just some skanky homeless woman, ain’t that right you mean old bastard? Whatcha need? Phone? Gas? He would do his good deed for the day and be done with her.

I need gas, just a little, not much, and I can pay you for it, Mad eyes dancing, looking first left, then right, then locking onto his eyes and refusing to let go. He couldn’t have said no if he’d wanted, he thought later. She’d mesmerized him. Ollie had read about crazy voodoo shit like that – he believed in God, but he believed in the Devil just as much if not more. I just need a little, she repeated, looking into his head and reminding him of every bad thing he’d ever done in his life. Ollie’s chest felt tight and his eyes burned. Whatchoo doin’ old man, you gonna cry? Ollie couldn’t breathe right, something was wrong but he tried to act like all was well.

Well, you just go on out there to the pump – I got the register closed and locked out, but I ain’t shut the pumps off. Go ‘head, getcher gas and be on your way. Ollie waved her away, towards the pumps, eager to have her away from him, as far away as possible. The little girl stared somberly up at him, one hand in her momma’s and one hand holding that old gas can. She looked at her momma then back up at Ollie. Her pink dress was filthy and ragged and was probably two or three sizes too big for her making her appear even skinnier than she was. Dirt caked her neck. She had smudges on her cheeks. Dark circles under her eyes had nothing to do with dirt. She smiled at him then and he saw the brightness again – just like before – bright as a beacon. Go on, Ollie repeated, pushing the door closed and setting the locks again. The little girl’s smile faded and she stared into Ollie’s eyes for another moment before her mother dragged her to the pumps.

Come on, Izzy, her mother said hurrying over to the nearest gas pump. Let’s fill’er up! The woman’s sing-song voice, if heard without seeing her condition, would bring to mind a joyful mother out for a Sunday drive with her child, stopping to fill up at the gas station and making a game of it. Isobel unscrewed the lid of the gas can and inhaled the fumes. She loved the way gas smelled, didn’t know why but she’d always liked the smell of gas.

Here momma, Isobel handed the can to her mother who had removed the handle from the pump and was ready to fill.

Her mother hesitated. You are my good girl, aren’t you Isobel? My good girl? She asked her child.

"Yes, momma, always yes yes, I’m your best girl!" Isobel said, not wanting to disappear like Jimmy and Sarah had.

"And you see them, don’t you my good girl?" Her mother asked, eyes sliding left and right and then back to Isobel’s face.

Isobel looked around her mother and behind her mother. Yes, she could see them. There were more now than she had ever ever seen! And they danced! They were happy! They were so ugly, so scary, but Isobel was a big girl and big girls did not cry. Besides, they never did anything, they just were. They looked like what Isobel thought the devil must look like. Yes, momma, she replied seriously. "I see them. I see all of them." Isobel remembered that her brother and sister both had said they could not see them and she’d always been afraid that was why momma had made them disappear. Isobel did not want to disappear.

"I knew you could. You are my best girl." The woman looked around. There were so many. It would be a sin to force my child to grow up seeing these things…I will take her with me, I will protect her, she thought. She proceeded to fill up the gas can as Isobel watched.

Ollie, from his vantage point inside the station office, could see the woman talking to her daughter, animated, waving her hands about and up and down. And that little girl – that poor little girl livin’ on the streets with her crazy momma. But you done your good deed, Ollie. You let that old whore get ‘er some gas. Good for you, Ollie, Job well done. Ollie clinched his eyes shut trying to silence his conscience. He watched the woman finish up and replace the pump and start off at a brisk pace dragging her daughter behind her. Now lock those pumps and get the hell outta here before you invite ‘em home for dinner you old fool. Ollie walked to the back and locked the pumps and was about to set the alarm and head out the back door but opted instead to look out front one last time to make sure the woman and child were off his property. Instead he saw that they had stopped just at the edge of the drive, off the sidewalk a ways. The mother was talking, again waving her arms about, eyes so bright, so bright. The girl was staring up at her momma, mouth open, eyes wide. What was happening? Stay out of it, Ollie. But still he watched, unable to walk away.

You know your momma loves you? Yes you do, yes you do, I know you do. Momma is tired, Izzy – tired – and she doesn’t want to see the uglies anymore. You don’t either, do you sweetheart?

Izzy was thrilled. Her mom didn’t want to see them – she didn’t want to see them, either – had her mom found a place they could go that they could not follow? Was it possible? "No, momma, I don’t EVER want to see them again!" Izzy cried, excited now. Her mother took the lid off the gas can and tossed it aside, lifted the can high over her head and tilted it, pouring gasoline over her head, over her body, and then