Angel/Witch Saga Book 1: The Becoming

Chapter 1: Cameron-1

The sounds of my alarm clock rang throughout my room. My Mom banged on my door.“Wake up Cameron! You’re going to be late for your first day!”

I stirred; I slowly moved the covers off of me. My pillow was on the floor, my blankets acted as a cocoon, keeping me safe from the creatures of the night. I sluggishly and reluctantly emerged from my cocoon and placed my feet on the carpeted floor. I looked down at my painted toes and smiled. They were multicolored and in a striped pattern same as my fingernails. Blue and white stripes.

I stood up and made my way to the mirror. I undressed myself and gazed at my body in the mirror for a few minutes. I have an average build, real curves and I am very proud of my body. My hair is mid length and chocolate brown. I have dark brown eyes most of the time, but occasionally they change seemingly to fit my mood. It’s like a new twist on a mood ring!

Once I finished staring at myself, I was getting dressed when my Stepmother Bri walked in on me.

“Yes ma’am?” I asked.

“You have five minutes.” She said with a smile, “You’ve got to get a move on!”

When I finished getting dressed, we passed through the living room and as I broke away from her there was a knock at the door. I opened it and standing there was a dream came true, my best friend, Francis.

“Hey! Oh it is so good to see you!” I jumped into her arms and squeezed.

Francis is taller than me by an inch and sexier than a supermodel. She had breasts the size of melons and wore low cut shirts that emphasized her cleavage. Her pants were tight and showed off her heart-shaped ass perfectly. Her hair was thick and black. It hung down to the middle of her shoulders and was cut in the front to frame her face.

Mom and Dad came walking out as Francis walked in. I closed the door behind her and said good morning to them both. They smiled and said good morning to us.

“So Francis, why are you here?” Mom asked.

“Oh yeah,” she began, “I’m here to pick up Cameron for a shopping spree at the mall. I got fifteen-hundred from my boss for fixing his computers. He had built several gaming PCs and didn’t know what he was doing.”

“Great! But you know Cameron has to go to work, it’s her first day. I got her a job at a local farm.” Dad said.

“DAD!” I shouted.

“Dad nothing. You have to work around here.”

“Yes, sir.” I replied with a slight frown.

Francis laughed hard, “You? Work? Farm? Oh, I’ve got to see that!”

I shoved and smiled at her. She looked at me and shoved back.

“I swear you two act like little girls when you both are twenty-four. You need to stop and grow up a little.” Mom stated with her finger pointing at us.

“No way! What’s the fun in that?” I replied and I shoved her once more.

Mom and Dad looked at us crossly. I smiled at them then went to the door and grabbed the car keys hanging on the hook.

After eight grueling hours, I came back home and immediately went to the shower. I ignored my Mom and Dad’s questions of how my first day went. Honestly it was horrible. The chickens attacked me as I went to grab their eggs, I scraped up droppings, fed animals of all sorts and tried to accomplish other tasks I was given. I stunk to high heaven and to top it all off, I was chased around the yard by each animal herd they had!

So there I stood, undressing in the bathroom. I turned on the water and walked into our standing shower. The water ran over my body. I didn’t care to soap up yet, I wanted the warmth of a hot shower. Once my shower was done and I was dressed, I went into my room and laid down on my bed. I gently drifted off to sleep.

As the first light of the day crept over my face I stirred. I rubbed my eyes and as I stretched I felt something. So naturally I looked to see what I hit. Francis was laying there next to me. She looked so adorable sleeping there I just had to disturb her. As I reached down to mess with her, she snarled.

“Don’t even think about it! Coffee first, then the messing with Francis can begin.”

“No way!” I exclaimed and finished my reaching and tickled her sides. She wiggled and squirmed all around in my bed just as ticklish as ever. So I jumped on top of her and continued my assault. She was laughing so hard tears flowed from her eyes and that’s when my Dad walked in.

“Ah! You’re awake –oh- is it torture the Francis time?!” Dad asked and then joined right in. I hopped off of her and my Dad finished his bit.

I looked at her smiling all innocent like and said, “Good morning honey.”

Francis rolled her eyes and smirked. Her hair was all puffy and I laughed at her. I called her a puffball and she gave me the evil eye and then we both laughed.

“So, do you work today Cameron?” Dad asked.

I put on my best sad face and told him, “No. They let me go. Said that I wasn’t qualified enough.” I couldn’t bring myself to tell him I couldn’t stand the job and quit.

“Well honey,” he stated, although he looked skeptical. “I’m sorry. You’ll have to find something else. So, here, hop to it.” He handed me the want ads.

“Oh, I have got just the thing!” Francis spoke quickly. “My employer is looking to hire new people. I can get her in today.”

“REALLY?!” I said, “I am not going to say no to that!”

“Great!”

I kicked her out of bed and told her to hurry up and take me. She grabbed my arm and dragged me out of bed. We stood there for a moment waiting for my Dad to leave when she picked my clothes for the day.

“You’ll need to look presentable.” She stated.

She pulled out my red and black dress. This dress was lined and form-fitting, it hugged me a little too tight. I am not a big fan of using my body to get a job, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Slipping it over my head was fine, but I panicked when I heard a rip.

“Please tell me that was you Francis.”

“Nope, it sounds like you gained a little-“

“DON’T YOU DARE!” I screamed at her.

She went back to the closet and pulled out another one of my dresses. This one was green and sea blue. I didn’t like it much. My mom bought it for me years ago, occasionally I’d wear it if I had nothing else.

My stepbrother Tom came bouncing into my room at this point and I covered and screamed at him. He didn’t listen. He never does.

Now to explain this, my Dad and Mom live together, but my Dad is married to my Stepmother Bri and we all live under the same roof. Tom is her son and we have been brother and sister since we were five.

Yeah, that about sums it up. It is weird - but - not at the same time. My parents are not married anymore, but since my Mom had that near death experience, my Dad and Step-mom thought it best she stays with us for a while.

As Francis hands me the dress, she turns and kicks Tom hard in the legs and pushed him out of my room. She closed and locked the door behind him.

“What type of job is this?”

She didn’t speak.

“Oh, you’re a hooker!” I shouted.

“Not quite.” She replied. “We’ll go over the details when we get there, but back to the dress-code. We are business casual to a point. The company asks that the women dress up better than the men. None of the other girls do though, no eye-candy.”

I had to agree with those women. I don’t want to be stared at either. Francis blowing over the job details made me uneasy, but she assured me that it was right up my alley; “something I can do” as she put it.

So as I was about to tell her no to this job she gave me those damn puppy-dog eyes that I couldn’t resist. I put the dress on, she zipped up the back and off we went.

It took about two hours to get there, and the building was huge! It was a three story building that looked to be built back in the late 1800s. The building had three parts, the entrance and two side wings. The entrance looked to be about twelve foot in height and was bare, white in color with no type of decoration. Behind it was another part that was the main three-story mansion. It was all white and had a brown tone behind it, like it was a beige building that had been painted over. The final parts were the two side wings. These too were white but wide and they grew wider as we rounded the corner heading to the check-in gate.

Francis spoke to the guards and they all seemed to know her well. Somehow they knew my name which made me more uneasy. It was like they expected me. Once we passed through the gate, we parked by a large oak tree and its branches nearly touched the ground.

Stepping out of the car was easy, but the gravel walkway to the house was a pain with my high-heeled shoes. So I went back to the car thanking myself for bringing an extra pair of flats. I felt embarrassed. My dress was too low-cut for my liking and it brought a lot of unwanted boob attention.

I kept my arms crossed over my chest as we walked inside. There was another guard with a black rod in his hand. Knowing the drill, Francis spread her arms out and he scanned her. Placing his hand on her back he told her to go on in. Then it was my turn. I opened my arms and where did he look? Yeah, need I say more. He just stared as he scanned me keeping his rod in the same place. Now I never thought that my little B-cups would get this kind of attention, but for some reason they did.

I looked around this giant building, which looked more like a home than a business, and there was a large stairway leading up to the second floor. It had red carpet with yellow trimmings at the end with little emblems similar to the one for the boy scouts, the fleur-de-lis, if I remember correctly.

Hanging above me was a chandelier. It was enormous! It looked white like crystal yet had a light yellow tint to it. There were tons of bulbs on the sides instead of candles, yet it still had that antique look.

I followed Francis as we made our way up the stairs with my hands on the railing. It felt surprisingly cold, cold like stone. Francis said that it was real marble! Once we reached the top of the stairs, we took an immediate right and went into a large room filled with animal heads.

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t collect humans… often.” She snickered.

We passed through that room and into another. Books lined every corner of the wall. It looked like a scene out of Beauty and the Beast.

“This is his study.” She added.

“I kind of figured that.” I said to her. We walked up to a desk in the middle of the room. It looked a little out of place, yet didn’t at the same time. The back of the red chair was the only part visible until he spun around.

This man didn’t appear to be old, not like how I thought he would, but more like a young man our age. He had short, dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. When he smiled it took my breath away. His smile made him look like a god from the days of old. He was in a black suit with a blue tie. He stood up and greeted me like a proper gentleman would.

“Ah! This must be the infamous Cameron. I have heard so much about you. I am Dean Guild. It is a pleasure.” He reached out, grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles. He sounded a lot like a younger Sean Connery but with a much harder English accent, it was an interesting sound.

“Um, hi.” I said a little awkwardly with a squeak in my voice.

“No need to be bashful my dear, I know all about you.” He said with a smile.

I almost fainted, and I am not sure why. I think it may have to do with his eyes, rather, the way he looked at me. It was like looking into heavens eyes. His smile made my body want to do things that I dared not do.

“Cameron, I know about the farm incident, and I would like to say I believe that job was not of your quality. I have something right up your ally.”

It was like he knew me; I was taken back, and nervous. Not sure exactly what to do, or what to say for that matter.