A demonic Halloween prank I
Disclaim: The charas are not mine, they belong to Kim Harrison and her Hollow series.
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WARNING: Spoilers from "Black magic santion"
Pairing: Rachel / Al
Charas: Rachel / Jenks
Summary: It's Halloween and no one invited her to any party. No one but the demons. Rachel is bored out of her mind and fuming mad at all the men in her life. Two months away from action isn't sitting well with her either, and so she sets out to kick some asses.

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A demonic Halloween prank I: Who twists curses on Halloween ...

Oh hell, being shunned sucked dishwater. Not enough with me not being able to work on any case, I also had no money, was living on loan from my pixy-landlord and Ivy's old Tamwood heritage. My car was totaled in a crash because some lame-ass coven witch felt the urge to summon me right out of it, almost killing Ivy and Jenks in the process. My driving license was gone as well.
And all of this was Al's fault; if he had traded back summoning names like he was suppose to, I wouldn't have the coven on my ass. Ah, and don't we forget Trent, the stupid son-of-a-bitch elf-ass politician who had nothing better to do than tell the coven I was able to invoke demon magic with my blood and could be summoned.
The stupid blond wanted to own me this side of the lines, because he was technically my familiar, but there hasn't been another way to rescue his ass out of the ever-after than to claim him as mine. Of course Trent Kalamack's enormous ego couldn't stand the thought of owing a demon and his special thank-you-note had been an attempt to kill me as soon as we were back home. His newest spleen was an attempt to control me with a piece of paper.
I smirked as I thought about my revenge in form of raiding his personal treasure chamber, and my ultra dramatic way off giving back the stolen goods. It involved my naked body and a threesome elf porn right in front of the press on his conference day.
Sadly the whole show didn't help much and I was pretty much trapped inside the church, since the press was stalking me, the coven still gunning for me and the people either want sex, an autograph or were avoiding me like a pestilence.

It was almost two mouths ago and it would be 3 mouths more to come until I could clear my name on the covens meeting. It would either get my shunning removed, or I would loss a bet to a demon and had to move in with him. What had me driven to do that? I must have been sniffing fairy farts like Jenks would say.
I sat in front of the TV stuffing my mouth with an ex-frosted almost tasteless pizza and watched some black and white pre-turn horror-movie.
Jenks was out and helping Jih with the preparations for her first winter in an own garden, and Ivy and Glenn were invited to a Halloween-party at Rynn's.
And me? Who invited me, no one!
Not David; the werewolf was out of town together with his pack, I technically belonged to it, but he left me at home, since he was worried the coven could use this opportunity to off me.
Not my mother; she knew I was shunned and couldn't travel by plane, train or bus, so with my driver-license gone I had no way to reach her.
Not Trent; since he was a hard ass elf who hated me for being Al's student, not to forget that he was still my familiar to be. The only thing missing between us was the curse to activate the bound.
Not Rynn; why the undead was avoiding me was beyond me, but Ivy told me something about only vampire and their partners could come and since I wasn't sleeping with her, Glenn was her choice for the evening.

Dissatisfied I watched the flick; hell, I was bored out of my mind. Guess what, I was almost starting to count the days till it was study-time with Al. Not because I liked the demon, or Pierce, but for providing the only action I had these days. My fingers found the mute button and I got my ass of the coach. I had to clean the dishes. Great, cleaning dishes was my only entertainment for Halloween.
Angry I threw the porcelain into the sink breaking it due to too much force. A low growl slipped my lips. Oh I was so sick of it, everyone's distrust, everyone's attempt to protect me, my isolation, my boredom. The stupid calls at eight in the morning, from some human press I wanted to spell for their sucking timing.
They ought to know it was in the middle of a witches sleeping period, fucking assholes.

Almost automatically my fingers found one of the big dark tomes which hold some demon text. A jolt of magic ran through my fingers as I but it down on the island corner. I draw one of the chairs to me and started flipping pages, one of the things I did very often lately.
But seriously what was I suppose to do, switching channels on TV and watching Jerry Springer's guest going for each others throats? No thank you, I had enough of these actions in my real life to find any joy in it; beside my problems with the coven wouldn't get solved by fleeing reality.
Of course if I would be desperate enough to move in with Al, fleeing reality was just the thing I could do, but having that pushy little demon on my back the whole time would drive me fucking insane. He wanted me and wasn't hiding it enough to be endurable. A shiver ran through me as I remembered some of the gazes he was giving me lately, I shook my head and refocused my concentration back on the cursed filled pages of demon-texts.
My fingers tipped the stone surface of the island corner while my mind went on its usually restless wandering.
"I need some action." The decision was made fast. How many people have called me a demon lately? Trent, Brooke, the coven, Quen, Pierce even Glenn slipped it once. Well, thanks to my grounding my Latin had improved a lot in these last two months. I even managed twisting a few curses on my own and I pinched one of Al's recipes.
They wanted demon, oh yes I would give them demon. My hand went into my back-pocket to extract an innocent looking notice on checked paper which held one of Al's biggest secrets.

A bubble of hysterical laugh rose from me as I was done checking the ingredients. I closed the book and put it back where it belonged, adrenalin was starting to run through my cells, which made me feel alive once more. Excite, I started to pick up the herbs to do the curse, only stopping for a heartbeat as soon as I had everything beside my recipe-note.
This couldn't be a good idea, but hell alone the thought about me doing something like that was exhilarant.
"It's Halloween and I want my party. Demon or not I'm not sitting here like a fucking outcast." I told the empty church and started to warm some water.
First I would go and order some coffee, afterwards I would trash at Trent's to turn his life into a miserable mess. The next laugh dropped from me and I started to sing, it was one of the songs Jenks kids were singing each time they beat an intruder of their garden.
The hot threads of joy made me dance while I cooked up Al's special curse. Oh the demon would be furious if he ever found out what I was doing right now, but this only added to my anticipation.

A long hour passed while I waited, added to the portion and waited again, then the whole thing was done, I filled 6 vials with the content of my spell-pot.
Starring at the vials as they rested on a rack to cool down; what should I do with all of them, I only needed one vial to shift into my disguise and back, but should I really leave invoked demon-curses lying around, with my blood inside of it? Don't think so, I shook my head, rose from my chair and got me a cup of coffee, finally returning to gaze at the evidences of my misdoing.
What was Jenks going to do if he found out for what I needed to take a demon-curse? What about Ivy? Hell, what about Al himself? No, I couldn't leave a single one lying around, and I wouldn't run them down the drain, it had cost skills, materials and time to craft them. If I remembered correctly Al once told me that demons were able to store more than one of these curses inside of them. My eyes focused on the now cold bronze liquid, I wasn't a real demon, but I was close enough. To hell with it I would simply take them all, having them inside of me wasn't a guarantee or promise to use them.
Slowly I drained the coffee cup and picked up my finger stick.
"No turning back now." I tried to talk myself out of the beginning panic which rose unbidden, and without more delaying I pricked my finger and squeezed three drops of my blood into the each portion. The stink of burnt amber streamed up from the now blood red liquid, a new shot of fear ran through me but it was accompanied with an equally strong feeling of arousal. Strange, I never got that excited when I was doing curses under my teacher's eyes.

Sensual I let my finger sweep over the glassy surface and with more caution when I needed I lifted one of the vials to my mouth. The curse was downed in less when two seconds and an even harder shiver went right through me. Should I try it first or should I down them all before I invoked the first? Lost in thoughts I sucked in my bottom lip and nibbled at it. Trent was going to burn down my church if it ever got out that it was me doing the party-crashing in a disguise.
I laugh again and decided to take them all, Jenks kids could come back anytime and if they saw the spell, the vials or the equipment I was in trouble. My fingers found the little note and it vanished exactly where it had come from. Eying the surrounding area careful I drank down the remaining curses, and put each empty glass back onto the rack.
Opening a window to let out the stink of burnt-amber, while I disposed of all evidences my work left behind. I moved to my room and started dressing up, black leather pants, silent vampire boots and a sweat-shirt with the letters "Trent can turn himself". Over it went my long faked fur coat. After I was ready I moved back into the kitchen to close the window. Pixy-wings chattered and my four inch partner came to stand on the island corner.
"What do you think you're doing young lady?" He asked and sounded everything like my father.

Ignoring him, I got to my charm-cupboard and let one of the scent amulets fall into my purse, uninvoked. A low whistle came from Jenks and he got into my face.
"Tink's titties, you can't go out like that."
"Oh, yes I can, watch me!" I yelled and walked down to our front door, but Jenks was faster and got into my face again right before I could jerked the door open.
"I'm going with you." He said and I watched him with wary, he was messing up my plan, and I hoped he wasn't aware of it.
"No you stay; it's just a fucking walk through Edden Park for God's sake. First you leave the poor bored prisoner all alone and as soon as I decided to get my ass out of here, you're playing shadow. No, forget it. I'm so sick of the whole situation and if you don't want me to call up Al and take his invitation to Dali's Halloween-party, you will let me go!" Guess what, the only invitation for a Halloween-party had come from the demons. He was dusting yellow, which turned red slowly.
"I'm only worried; you have changed a lot in the last few weeks." The little guy looked miserable and I could understand it, since I was worse than Ivy on a blood-fast with her menstruation.
"What a feat, look at my life and name one thing that has been going my way lately, only one?" He kept silent and glanced at me, which made me sigh.

"See, even you don't know anything. I'm so tired, please Jenks, do this for me." His dust shifted to depressed blue but he would go for it, I just waited until he cried out in frustration and made a Peter Pan like gesture with his hand.
"Just a walk… I hope I don't have to go down to the morgue first thing in the morning to identify your remains."
"Quit playing drama on me Jenks, I'm a big girl, it's not my first time out in the big bad world. I will be back at sunup, promise. And thank you." I smiled at him and his dust flashed back to yellow, not giving him the chance to come after me I started running.
Another thing I was missing dearly and couldn't do anymore since the coven tried to take me out on my daily run. God, if I would be an any less nice witch, I would be sending Al to scare them shitless. But they thought I was a black witch already even if I wasn't. What would happen if I really decided to switch teams and become one? Or even worse a demon?
Oh, I wouldn't need any Al to make them run for the hills, I alone would be completely sufficient. A zing of excitement ran through me as I thought about my plans for today, and I knew the perfect person to blame the party-trashing on.
Ex-boyfriend, theft and liar Nicky, the stupid human sold secrets to Al about our love life. He betrayed me right after I saved his ass from the island weres, Nick even tried to give me to Trent while he played us against each other. Today was his time to get himself shunned or even deported to Alcatraz. The black wizard was going to pay up every damn insult and treachery he ever forced on me.

I rounded the corner and vanished into one of the dark alleys the Hollows provided.
The coffee shop was only one block away and I sharpened my senses to look out for pixies. Just my luck it was the last day of October and the sun was down, too cold for Jenks playing babysitter.
A smirk appeared on my lips the moment I was sure no one was watching me; a surge of arousal and adrenalin came up, while I extracted my scent-amulet and activated it with three drops of my blood. First the smell of redwood rose, only to turn into the stink of burnt amber, the characteristic demon-scent. If I was doing demon-curses to take his place, hell and damnation, I wouldn't get detected because I smelled wrong.
My purse and coat went under the trash can, as well as my boots, sweat-shirt and pants. It left me almost naked in some back-alley and fuck it was a freaking twenty outside. What was I thinking?
I took a deep breath and tapped a line, filled my chi, took another one and invoked the curse. Ever-after burned through my very cells, it almost pulled me off my feet but I remained standing while I gained weight, height and muscles. Dizziness came right afterwards.
"I take it." Was all I could say as the next layer of demon-smut came to rest on my soul; a sigh left my lips and slowly I started moving out of the alley, it was strange to walk with something between the legs I never had before, but it wasn't to displeasing. I had to take a look on my probably best disguise I had ever worn, but since it was his original shifting curse I expected wonders.

The idea to write a Halloween fic, my first ever, came to me after I read Akora Felstream fiction Angel and Demon. I couldn't withstand the pull and started, planted to make it short, so I could continue A.d.a. Well short seemed to be not so short with me. So the whole thing is still 4 chapters long.

That story has no connection of any kind to the A.d.a fiction's, other than being part of the same fandom ^^.