(Congratulations to Trix who won a copy of Angel in the Middle)
Or what happens when characters take over.
Meet Tribal, the angel formerly known as Marcus. He’s quickly become one of my favorite characters, but there’s a little secret in his past. Tribal was originally only going to be a single scene character. He was a rent boy who attracted Franco’s attention. I didn’t even give him a name in that scene. He was simply “the twink with the tribal tattoos.”
Then a beta reader jumped all over me because she loved “the twink with the tattoos” and she wanted more of him. So, I went back to that scene and at the end, this happened:
Tribal slithered up Franco’s sweaty body and met his eyes. He pulled the two fifties out of his pocket and let them fall to the pavement. “My master says he will speak with you when you find the fallen one. There will be payment for services rendered, of course.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Franco’s. “You taste good, Big Guy.” Then he vanished in a flash that left spots whirling in front of Franco’s face.
He stood there, with his jeans around his ankles, smelling the brimstone of Tribal’s departure. Damn. If there’d been anything missing from this problem, it had just shown up and fucked him. He picked up the bills, pulled up his pants up, and climbed into the Hummer.
He’d been assigned to hunt a fallen one who looked like an angel. One Lucifer himself took an interest in. And now a map lay on his dashboard. A map that hadn’t been there when he’d gone into the bar. He picked it up. Ybor City. He’d be driving all night. He and the devil might be in Georgia, but Darius was in Florida.
I hadn’t planned for it. I didn’t even know it was going to happen. I was like Tribal took control of the scene and revealed himself not just to Franco, but to me. Those are the moments when being an author is absolutely awesome. When something changes and suddenly the direction of a
story becomes clear. When a character becomes real not because of a carefully filled out character sheet but because he wrestles control from the author and says “this is all about me!”