The Matchmaker

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Author's Note: [Best Fantasy Entry for the contest!]

Since we're supposed to dedicate a chapter to our favorite author from the Fantasy or Horror genre, I've dedicated this one to SMC_Scookie because I absolutely love her book and she's awesome with a capital 'A'! Cheers! :D (I just used your line! ;D )

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Genre: Fantasy

Word Count: 1384 (Not including the Author's Note)

"How 'bout that one?" Demetro nodded towards a tall guy with dark sideburns. I took one look at him and shook my head. "Not into werewolves," I stated, going back to studying my reflection in the round mirror in my hand.

I pushed a strand of blonde hair away and Demetro's reflection appeared in the mirror behind me. His brown curly hair was as messy as ever and he was frowning. "What's wrong with werewolves?"

I rolled my eyes and closed the mirror. "Well, they stink and they have absolutely no manners. In short, they're animals."

Demetro snorted. "Dogs, to be more precise."

Turning around to look at him, I said, "Why are you even here?"

He faked a yawn. "A matchmaker's gotta do what a matchmaker's gotta do. So, I have to help you find a man since women these days are too naive to do it themselves." Ignoring my angry glare, he continued. "You've rejected so many people, Anyas. Just get hitched already so I can rest in peace."

I ignored the last bit that Demetro added. Since he was a matchmaker, Demetro would disappear completely when I would marry and say the wedding vows. Matchmakers are like fairies but if you call them that, matchmakers are very quick to take offense. Fairies exist only to serve the rulers of this world, granting them wishes and along with the sorcerers' magic, they work to make this world a better place. Matchmakers, however, exist only for the sole purpose of creating suitable matches between humans, half-breeds, vampires and werewolves.

Every living person has a matchmaker by their side from the moment they are born and matchmakers grow up with them. This way, the matchmakers know everything about the person since they are literally a part of their body. It is, in fact punishable by law if anyone is found in public unaccompanied by their matchmakers. Unless they're able to give a valid reason, then they're excused.

But when a person gets married, the matchmakers disappear as soon as the vows are said. Their only purpose is to find your suitable spouse and as soon as the mission is accomplished, they die or to reduce the blow, as our society likes to call it, they simply move on.

I couldn't imagine life without Demetro. He teased me and was annoying at times, but he was always there nonetheless.

"If you really want me to get hitched, then go and arrange a suitable date for me with someone who will be compatible with me, instead of pointing at random strangers."

He smirked, his green eyes twinkling mischievously. "My dear, there is no one in this world who is right for you. That kind hasn't come into existence yet."

"I'm warning you." I pointed a threatening finger in his direction. He chuckled. "I already got you a date."

I blinked. "Say what?"

"I'm serious," he smiled, as he ruffled my hair and I smacked his hand away. "Don't touch my hair."

"Whatever. Do you want the details or not?"

I nodded eagerly. "I'm listening."

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The night had been splendid and I was surprised that Demetro had everything arranged to perfection. Not only was the food and atmosphere great, but so was my date.

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