Reboot: Toasty Prologue

Here is the new and improved version of the Toasty prologue.

Waking up in a new body always took some adjustments.  Waking up in a different gender, well, that was a different story.  Since it was a Friday night, the college church was empty.  If she had been human, she might have joined the other students in their partying.  It was too early in the year to be worrying about studying. This body she acquired had certainly not been thinking about grades when she had entered the chapel.  Something tapped against the stained glass window; it could have been a branch swayed by the wind.  Not likely.

The first thing she needed to do was find her partner.  It had been so long since they had seen each other.  Would he still be able to recognize her in this new form?  A brief glimpse would not be enough, and she had no idea what he looked like.  They were running out of time, and they needed to get started as soon as possible.  There would be no time for the regular college experience for her, and certainly no partying.  Not that she was complaining.  A hormone-charged drinking fest was not her idea of a good time.  Nor was the Apocalypse going to wait around for her to decide she was comfortable walking around in this new body.

With one final look at the window, she used the pew in front of her and pushed herself to her feet.  She wobbled as she made her way out into the center aisle, steadying herself on the pews on either side.  There were some students studying in a side room she passed on her way towards the back door, but they did not turn towards her.  The wind was crisp as she stepped outside, and she pulled her jacket tighter around her.  Rumor was it rained constantly in the small college town, but the body she assumed had only seen it rain once.  It was cold, however.

She wobbled in her heels as she navigated the rugged terrain of the sidewalk.  If she was a demon, where would she be hiding?  They should have picked a meeting time, but eleven years was a long time to plan out.  She awkwardly pulled down on the hem of her skirt and pulled up the front of her blouse.  She looked around at the campus.  Thankfully, no one was around to watch her.  She stumbled down the hill, heading towards the town.  Her partner would not let her down now, not when they needed to be working together the most.

Something made the hair on the back of her next stand up and goose pimples crawled along her arms.  Something was watching her, something not human.  To the side of her was a small black creature, hiding in the branches of the trees.  More of them were crawling in the shadows.  They wouldn’t dare show themselves in a public place.  Unfortunately, it was just her and the creatures.  This was the last thing she needed, on her birthday of all things.

“You can follow me all you want,” she said as she stopped and started counting them, “but I don’t even know where he is to lead you to him.”  Three.  She could handle three.

Teeth bared and claws extended, the demons flung themselves out of the trees.  She whispered a quick chant, spinning on her heels and exorcising them before they could touch her.  The demons were sent back to Hell, but the heels wobbled underneath her.  Oomph.  Her palms burned from where they scraped along the cement, and she found herself awkwardly on her rump, skirt pushed up to her knees.  A graceful display if there ever was on.

“It looks like you need some adjustments.”  The male voice was crisp, clearly amused by her predicament.

“You came late, as always,” she said.  She rose back to her feet and dusted off the back of her skirt.  She feigned disinterest, but looked up at him through the veil of her eyelashes.  He looked different, perhaps a little younger, a little untrimmed around the edges, but still with a certain charm that would have had half the girls on campus following him around.  His blue eyes were sparkling with mirth at her discomfort, and the smile he flashed her could have charmed the habit off a nun and probably had.

“You seem quite capable of taking care of yourself.  You look different, Angel.”  He made a great point of looking up and down her body, gaze lingering slightly longer than necessary on her breasts.  Jerk.  He needed to stop staring before she decided she would be much better working on her own.

“An unfortunate necessity.”  She was certain she would adjust eventually.  People ran around in these bodies and clothes all the time.  It wasn’t even a first time for her.  “Besides, it’s a mite more attractive than yours.”  Which wasn’t true in the slightest, but she was hardly going to admit that to him.  She could hardly control how chemicals in her body reacted.  Or the way her face grew hot when she looked at him.  Such strange emotions that came from his body.

“Have you decided what you’re going to call the new suit?” he asked as they started side by side down the sidewalk.  He had a car waiting a short distance down the road.  Why had she not thought of something so simple?  This host never owned a car; still, he had asked her about a name.  It would be stealing to use the name of the host.

“I rather like they sound of Angel,’ she said, remembering the endearment he had called her only seconds before.  It had produced such a warm feeling when it rolled off his tongue.  It would be lovely to hear it again.  He had been lucky enough to receive an enchanting voice to match the charming smile.

“This one goes by Eric.”  He opened the door for her, and she slipped into the front seat.  Time to focus on the business at hand; after all, the fate of the world would be determined by how well they could manage to get along.

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