How Not to Summon Demons (Vampire Innocent Book 6) by Matthew S. Cox

Author:Matthew S. Cox [Cox, Matthew S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781949174984
Publisher: Division Zero Press
Published: 2019-03-15T22:00:00+00:00

11

Power Hungry

Friday must be gloomy since I wake up early.

It’s 2:01 p.m. when my eyes open. I’m not groggy or sluggish at all, a good indication the weather outside is crappy. Overcast, dark, probably raining pretty hard. Oddly, I have a super strong craving for Hunter. Or, more specifically, what he could be doing for/to me right now. Maybe I lose a little time to a nice, deliberate daydream. Hey, it’s not just boys who have needs.

No way would I dare bring an ‘appliance’ into the house. The last thing I need would be for Mom—or worse, Dad—to find that. One of the siblings finding it would be even worse. Ashley had (maybe still has) one somewhere, and her mother found it. I still can’t process that the woman had no reaction whatsoever to it. Like, ‘yeah, okay, my daughter has a plastic dong. Who doesn’t?’ That, of course, makes me think of Mom having the same reaction finding one in my room—and her theoretical non-reaction is more embarrassing than imagining her freaking out.

Anyway…

Once I’m done thinking about Hunter and releasing my pent up frustrations, I head out to the basement bathroom for a quick shower, then return to my room and attack my homework. Oh, I already did the calculus I needed to… and aha! Comp sci has some reading, but it only takes me about an hour.

When I finish the reading assignment, I throw some time at Skyrim. I’m a little annoyed, actually. No, not at the game itself, it’s cool… but it’s kind of old now. Fallout 4 wasn’t bad either except for some weird holes in the storyline, but it’s about time for something new. I check Steam, but nothing appeals enough to me that I want to ask Dad if I can spend money on it, so I just keep on playing Skyrim.

About a quarter to six, my computer goes dark in time with a tremendous boom that shakes the walls like someone fired a cannon in the basement. I jump out of my chair screaming, so startled I fly-stick to the ceiling.

Dad shouts a bunch of F-bombs upstairs. He doesn’t sound too upset. Thankfully, he’s got one of those battery backup power supplies on his computer. I think I was about seven when a power outage made him lose two hours of work. I had a full vocabulary of interesting swear words from that day going forward, though I didn’t dare repeat any of them until I hit my teens.

I think Sophia’s probably going to be ashamed of cursing until she’s forty, while Sierra can tell someone F-you in English, Spanish, Finnish, and Russian, thanks to Call of Duty.

Dad stomps down the stairs and pokes his head in. “Sarah, did you—oh, you’re not here.”

“Look up.”

He leans back, peering at me. “Umm. Why are you reclining on the ceiling?”

“Is ‘because I can’ a valid answer?”

“I suppose.”

I float down and land on my feet. “That bang scared the crap out of me. Literally jumped out of my seat.

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