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Star's Crossed Lovers	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Star vs. The Forces of Evil Views: 22548 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 6: A Deal with the Dev- uh, Demon

Star appeared behind Marco, gawking at the scene of Oskar and Jackie being held immobile by their robed and hooded attackers. Then, slowly, she pulled out her wand, without any idea of whether she was going to use it or just hand it over.

Suddenly, Jackie grabbed hold of the arm around her neck and shouted “Eeee-YAH!” as she threw her attacker over her shoulder. The robed being landed hard on its back, and Jackie, still holding its arm, twisted it until the creature rolled onto its stomach, howling in pain.

“What the…?” Marco began.

Oskar, pinned against the exterior wall of the house, suddenly opened his mouth and breathed fire straight into his attacker’s hooded face.

“Aaaagh! Hot hot hot hot hot!” the thing screamed, releasing Oskar and retreating several feet away, its hands over its face.

“And what the…?” Star breathed.

She stepped outside and pointed her wand at the third figure. “Atomic puffin butterscotch blast!”

The wand made a fizzling sound, and a dollop of sticky, yellow butterscotch emerged from its head and landed with a thick splat on the front walkway.

“Ew,” said Star.

The figure lunged for the wand. With an awkward swipe, it failed to grab the magical device, instead knocking it out of Star’s hand. It landed near the feet of the hooded figure that had just backed away from Oskar. Marco, seeing an opening, leaped up and kicked Star’s attacker in its hood-concealed face.

Suddenly, the two figures that were on their feet turned and ran. One of them knocked Jackie off of her pinned opponent and pulled its comrade to its feet while the other pulled out a pair of dimensional scissors and opened a portal through which the three hooded beings escaped.

“Whoa,” Marco said as he looked in awe at Jackie. “Are you okay?”

“I’m good,” the girl panted. “Who were those guys?”

“No idea,” Marco said. “I mean, there used to be some monsters that came after Star’s wand pretty regularly, but these were definitely not them. Where did you learn to throw a guy like that?”

“My dad used to be a Marine,” Jackie explained. “He made me learn all that stuff.”

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any cooler,” Marco breathed. Jackie, despite looking a bit freaked out by the attack, blushed.

“And…” Star, gesticulating confusedly, said to Oskar, “when...how...fire?”

“Uh,” the boy replied, “my mom’s half demon, so I’m, like, half, half demon.”

“Wait,” Marco said, “is that why you have those fangs?”

“Yeah. Most people think they’re a dental appliance.” Then Oskar turned to Star. “So...what happened with your wand?”

“I don’t know,” the girl replied, “but it’s been kind of glitchy ever since it got blown up at Ludo’s castle.”

“Um, it got what at whose where?” asked Jackie.

“Well-” Star began.

“You know what?” Marco interrupted. “How about we skip the party and just hang out here and talk?” He looked at Jackie. “Then you can try my super-awesome nachos.”

In a hushed monotone, Star added, “They are truly super-awesome.”

“That sounds great,” Jackie said. She seemed relieved, which pleased Marco; he had made the suggestion largely because Jackie didn’t look like she was up for the party anymore.

“That’ll be cool,” said Oskar.

***

They hung out in the living room, talking and munching on nachos (which both Jackie and Oskar quickly agreed were indeed super-awesome). Star told the story—with many interjections and corrections from Marco—of Ludo’s many attempts to steal her wand, and of their confrontation with Toffee at Ludo’s castle, which had ended with Star’s wand being effectively destroyed and then reconstituted, if not entirely restored.

At the conclusion of the story, Oskar said, “So I guess somebody else wants the wand now.”

“I guess, yeah,” Star agreed.

“Do they, though?” Marco asked. “‘Cause there was a moment there when it looked like they could have at least tried to grab the wand if they really wanted it.”

“Hmm,” Star said. “Maybe they were just idiots, like Ludo’s guys.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Marco replied.

***

“So,” Tom said to the three hooded figures that stood before him in his throne room, “what’s your assessment of the Star situation?”

The middle figure lowered its hood, revealing itself to be a gray-skinned demon with horns like a water buffalo’s. “Well, she’s still hanging around with that kid in the red hoodie,” he said, making Tom sneer. “And her wand’s definitely on the fritz. But she’s got a couple of new friends who can fight.”

“Yeah,” another demon agreed, massaging the arm that Jackie had twisted after throwing the demon to the ground.

“Good to know,” Tom said while steepling his fingers. Finding out this kind of information was the whole reason he had arranged this little ambush in the first place. “I’ll send more of you next time. Now hit the showers. Next!”

The three demons filed out of the throne room, and in hobbled an elderly female demon with a hunched back and a wooden staff that was as gnarled as her horns.

“How long ‘til your new personality-tweaking formula is ready, Gladys?” Tom asked.

“Just a few more weeks,” the woman replied.

“Weeks?” Tom growled.

“I can do it fast, or I can do it right,” the old crone said. “This stuff’ll only work once on any one person, so I know which one I’d pick.”

Tom made a sound somewhere between a grumble and a snarl.

“The new formula,” the alchemist continued, “is gonna be a big improvement over the first one. It’ll take longer to set in, but once it does, the changes’ll be permanent.”

“And a little less...intense?” Tom asked, unconsciously rubbing his sore lower back.

“Mmm,” the elderly demon said, nodding.

***

The four teenagers talked a while longer. Oskar explained that his maternal grandfather was a flame demon from the Underworld and his grandmother a legal secretary from Bayonne, New Jersey. Oskar’s mother hadn’t been excited about living in either place, so she moved to Echo Creek when Oskar was thirteen.

Eventually, Marco’s parents and Grandpa Rogelio came home, having been out at the movies. Introductions were made all around, and Rogelio threw a surreptitious wink at Marco after he introduced Jackie to him. She and Oskar went home shortly thereafter, and the elder Diazes bid Marco and Star goodnight before retiring to their bedrooms for the evening.

“Sooooo,” Marco said teasingly after the adults went upstairs, “Oskar’s part demon. You do like the bad boys, don’tcha?”

“Shut up, Marco,” Star replied, her tone on the edge between playful and peeved.

“Just sayin’.”

“Stop sayin’."

***

Three weeks passed. Marco and Star went on a few more dates—both double and single—with their new, increasingly significant others. Marco found that he and Jackie had quite a few interests in common, including a fondness for mocking cheesy old sci-fi and horror movies on late-night television. Star and Oskar, for their part, proved to be quite compatible in their baroque tastes and unusual points of view, and Oskar’s imperturbable demeanor seemed to balance out Star’s propensity for inordinate excitement.

Tom, awaiting his new formula with as much patience as he could muster, was not idle during this time. Restraining himself from spying on Star and Marco, which he knew would only infuriate him, he instead sent his flying eyeball out to search Echo Creek for anything or anyone that could be of use in his plan to make Star his perfect girlfriend.

***

Janna wasn’t normally prone to frustration. She considered herself generally easygoing, not the type to let things get to her. But the situation with Marco was starting to rankle. During the previous week alone, she had stolen and returned his wallet twice, “accidentally” tripped and fallen on him in the hallway once (knocking all of his books out of his hands), and even dropped a rubber spider down the back of his shirt during math class. What more did she have to do to show him that she was interested?

Heck, she probably would have done more, if Star hadn’t kept showing up and...was there a female equivalent of “cock blocking”? It was almost like the girl didn’t want Janna getting anywhere near Marco, especially when he was talking to Jackie, which he seemed to be doing a lot lately. What was that all about?

Maybe it was bugging her because she’d had another sex dream about Marco that morning. Like the ones before, the dream had ended before the good part, leaving her to rub one out in the solitude of her bedroom.

She needed to do something to make herself feel better. Picking Marco’s pocket was always good for that. So in the minutes between second and third period, she managed to brush by him in the crowded hallway and, with finesse that she would feel a swell of pride over later, slid a folded piece of paper out of the inside pocket of his hoodie and into the folds of her loose-fitting jacket. Then she ducked into a bathroom stall to examine her prize.

She wasn’t expecting much: class notes, reminders, something like that. Instead, she found a strange sort of list.

“Step One: Engage in Conversation,” she read to herself under her breath. “Step Two: Ask Them Out…”

As she finished reading the list, Janna felt her heart sink. This was Marco’s plan to get with a girl. And thinking back to what she had seen of Marco’s behavior over the past few weeks—and long before then, really—she realized that that girl was Jackie, not Janna.

***

Tom’s flying eyeball had just slipped into the girls’ bathroom and was searching around when Tom felt the sting of someone snatching his disembodied eye out of the air from behind. Suddenly, he was looking straight into the face of a dark-haired, olive-complected girl in a green ski hat.

“So what’s this?” Janna said, her tone reflecting a mix of annoyance and curiosity. “Is some magical weirdo spying on me in the bathroom?”

Tom was a bit stunned. Humans didn’t generally notice his flying eye, let alone grab hold of it.

“Nothing to say, huh?” the girl continued. “Maybe I should just squish you.” Her hand began to squeeze.

“Wait!” Tom cried, his voice slightly shrill as he spoke through the eye. “It takes forever to grow those things back! I- I was looking for you, actually.”

“In the bathroom?”

“I needed to talk to you in private.”

“What about?”

“I want to make you a deal. There are two things that I want, and I happen to know that there are two things that you want: magic...and Marco Diaz.”

Janna was a little irritated by the flying eye having learned that much about her without her knowing. But...

“Tell me more,” she said.

“I can help you get both. Meet me behind the abandoned goth store after school, and I’ll explain my proposal.”

“Fine,” Janna said. As she released the eye back into the air, she added, “Now fly on out of here before some other girl swats you with her three-ring binder.”

***

That afternoon, Janna went around behind Slashin’ Fashion, remembering her mother’s disappointment when the place closed years earlier. The only other time she had seen either of her parents so upset was when her father’s favorite coffee house, the Grunge and Grind, was replaced by a Korean barbecue restaurant.

Janna saw the black carriage parked behind the building and realized who she’d been speaking to through the flying eyeball: the three-eyed demon who had once walked through the halls of her school to invite Star to some sort of dress-up affair in the Underworld. He stepped out of the carriage, resplendent in a white suit and salmon tie, and doffed his triple-lensed sunglasses.

“Hello, Janna,” he said. “I’m Tom, Prince of the Underworld.”

“The Prince of the Underworld is named Tom?”

“It’s short for- Never mind,” Tom replied. “Let’s talk about our deal.”

“A deal with a devil?” Janna said. “I don’t know…”

She wasn’t actually concerned; if anything, the thought of striking a bargain with this extra-dimensional being—and what such a being could potentially do for her—intrigued her. But she figured that showing a little hesitancy might incline him to sweeten whatever offer he was about to make.

“Demon, actually,” Tom corrected. “Anyway, I need you to do two favors for me, and in return, I’ll do two favors for you.”

“Go on.”

“Favor one: Your classmate Star Butterfly has a magic mirror in her room that she uses to call people in other dimensions. Trouble is, she’s blocked my number on it. I need you to unblock it.”

Janna considered this. She could easily swipe Marco’s house keys, although it would take a bit of creativity to use and then return them without Marco noticing. But she liked a challenge. And what could be cooler than messing with a magic mirror? Besides, unblocking this guy’s number couldn’t do Star any harm; worst case, she’d have one unwanted conversation with him and then block him again.

“I guess I could do that,” Janna said with practiced neutrality. “If you give me instructions, anyway.”

“Take this,” Tom said, producing something like a circular, cut emerald nearly the size of Janna’s palm and handing it to the girl. “Once you find the mirror, you can just say my name to contact me, and I’ll walk you through the unblocking.”

“‘Kay. What’s the second favor?”

“At some point in the near future, I’m going to need you to deliver something to Star.”

“Deliver what?”

“A gift, that’s all. Now, let’s talk about what you get out of this deal.” Sidling closer, he asked, “How would you like to have a magic wand like Star’s?”

Janna struggled to keep the eagerness out of her voice as she replied, “You could get me one?”

“Sure I could.”

The one thing that occupied more of Janna’s daydreaming time than fantasizing about Marco was imagining what she would do if she had a wand like that. Her conversation with the little blue pudding-eater from Star’s spell book had revealed that the wand could accomplish some incredible feats: freeze time, delete gravity, even raise the dead! And that was just what it could do by accident. God, with that kind of power, there was no telling what she could do, and have, and know...

Trying not to appear as excited as she was, Janna nonchalantly asked, “And what about the other thing I want?”

“Ahhh, well...How about I remove the competition?”

“What do you mean?” Jenna asked, again trying to sound casual, even though “remove the competition” raised a bit of a red flag in her head.

“I know Marco’s got eyes for someone else. I could make sure he loses interest in her.”

“How?”

“By showing him who she really is.”

Janna hesitated. It certainly would be nice if Marco got over his infatuation with Jackie and paid attention to her for a change. But how would that work? She was about to ask for details when Tom casually put his hand on hers.

“You and Marco are perfect for each other,” Tom said, “but she keeps getting in the way. Doesn’t that make you…angry?”

Something like a dim blue flame jumped from Tom’s hand to Janna’s. The girl’s eyes narrowed.

“Yeah,” she growled. “I’m the girl he should be with. But he’s too busy swimming in blonde to even acknowledge that I exist!”

“It’s completely unfair,” Tom said sympathetically. “Marco’s obviously a great guy, and that girl is just leading him on. She’s got him so mixed up that he doesn’t even realize how much happier he’d be as your boyfriend.”

As a tiny orange flame passed from Tom’s fingertips to the back of Janna’s hand, he went on, “If Marco didn’t have that distraction…if he could spend time alone with you, get to know the real you...he’d give himself to you. Body and soul.”

Her lips parting, Janna stared ahead at nothing as visions ran through her head: Marco, looking suave and sexy in a black suit and vampire makeup as he escorted her to an elegant Halloween ball; Marco, pressing her against a mausoleum wall and kissing her in the ground-fog of the Echo Creek Cemetery; Marco, naked in the light of a dozen black candles placed around her bed, doing every little thing to please her, in just the way she wanted...

Tom’s voice dropped to nearly a whisper as he added, “You’d have that handsome face between your thighs any time you wanted, for as long as you wanted.”

“Yeah,” Jenna breathed, clenching her fist as lust flared up behind her eyes. “Yeah.”

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