So,this story is actually based off of a dream that I had. I know, I'm starting to dream my stories. There must be something wrong with me. Any ways, Rachel has to find and stop Al before he causes some serious damage to the humans and Interlanders of the fair city of Cincinnati. This is my first story that includes sex, so don't hold that against me. Also, like I said, this is based off a dream, so if it seems a little hectic apologies. Enjoy!
"Only to be taken under extreme circumstances. Never exceed more then six teaspoons in one day. Side effects aren't worth it." I said reading out loud the instructions to the demon curse I was stirring. So, the shit had finally hit the fan. Pierce couldn't keep his stupid mouth shut and now Al knew everything. If I was going to be honest with myself, the sex was amazing, but that doesn't mean that I trusted the witch or even particularly liked him. I'm siding with Al on this one; he was only going to hurt me. Or get me killed, I couldn't remember which he actually said and which was what I thought later.
Right now it didn't matter. What mattered is that now the city was royally fucked. Pierce had enough time to call on my mirror and tell me that Al had called in a favor and was going to run rampant again through Cincinnati unchecked. He didn't get a chance to tell me where he would strike, but I knew. There was a new attraction in town all the way from France; a traveling carnival. It was called the "Carnaval des Démons", the carnival of demons. Of course that's where Al would hit.
For weeks on end witch charm shops were as busy as they were around Halloween time. There was a no admittance charge to those who chose to dress up as demons, devils, and all kinds of dark creatures. Everyone in the city would go to the week long carnival at least once, and tonight was the opening night. The whole city would be there; humans, Interlanders, and one pissed off demon.
Yeah, I know. We were so screwed.
That thought aside, I was going to do something about it. Everyone knew Al's face now thanks to an airing of him dragging me down a street practically on my ass. Not my most flattering moment, or unflattering at that. No, that moment went to my being naked on national television when I returned a pornographic statue to Trent Kalamack. I think so far, that was my worst moment ever in the media. But hey, I could always try and top that, right? The fact that I was able to make a joke about it meant one of three things. One; I had finally lost it, two; I wasn't grasping the severity of the situation, or three; I had a plan.
You guessed it; lucky number three, though I'm sure most people would hear my idea and say the first wasn't a bad choice either. But I knew just how serious tonight was going to be, and just how soon things could go from bad to horrifying. In front of me was one of my demon texts, and on the pages in front of me was a curse that I would normally skip over just because the damn thing was freaking five pages worth of ingredients, spelling specifics, materials needed, and the little warning at the end. There were also some documented notes about things that had happened to demons who had taken more then they could. I didn't read it. I didn't want to know. I was so not going to take any more of this junk then I had to.
I wasn't entirely sure what this curse would do, but I was strapped for time and from what my understanding of the Latin language, which was very little, this curse would just simply "aid" my work. What that entailed I had no idea, but this was the best I had without calling on demonic help.
The stuff was thick like a shake, but smelled and looked horrible as it bubbled away in gray lumps like wet soupy lint. The only thing left to do was to pump out a little good old fashioned demon blood, tap a line, and take it as needed. Hopefully, once was all it would take and I could let the rest of the demon concoction rot in the glass flask that was needed to keep it contained. I had scrapped the last few drops out of my smallest copper spelling pot and then dumped it directly into the tub of salt water along with the silicone spoon. I was going to let that thing soak a good long time before I deemed it cleaned enough to use again.
I took a deep breath and picked up the small finger prick. I really hated this part. Wincing, I felt the small blade slice through skin, my demonic blood already flowing eagerly. I tried not to take that as bad omen, I had enough problems on my hands. Three drops in, a draw on the line, and it was done. I blinked surprised when the goopy liquid smoothed into what looked more like orange tinted water and for a moment I forgot it was a curse.
I picked up the glass flask and took an experimental sniff. It smelt warm and sweet though it had gone cold the moment it was in the container. Demon magic; I didn't understand it most of the time, but if it would protect people I would take all kinds of smut on my soul. I had eternity to pay it off if I played my cards right, or so Al had said. I had the cap in hand when I heard the voice.
How can I explain this without sounding like I really had gone crazy? It had the same feel or tone that I got when talking through my glass to Al or Pierce, but my mirror was under the island counter where I stored it, and I didn't call anyone. The voice echoed through my head and I could almost feel it brush my consciousness. It felt strange and uncomfortable, like I was being invaded, but the brush was just harsh enough to get my attention, not to hurt me.
The voice was neither male nor female. It just simply was. You are not worthy, it whispered inside my head. It sounded angry, but I couldn't even begin to guess as to why, or what this was. It went on while I wondered at it. I will kill you little witch. You are not strong enough. You are nothing. You are insignificant. You know not what you tamper with.
With each statement it made I started to second guess myself. Was this really the answer? What would happen to me if I took this stuff? Was I ready? Could I do this? I took a deep breath and let it out in a rush. "Shut up," I said and I was pleased that my voice was steady. "I don't care about any of that. I have something to do, and I'm going to do it. No turning back."
The voice disappeared. I looked around my kitchen curiously and then stopped realizing how silly I was being. There wasn't a body to the voice when I had heard it. Why would there be one when I couldn't? I capped the flask. It was only then that I realized my hands were trembling.
Okay, so, everyone is going to hate me now, because here's the kicker: this story is completed. I am only going to be posting 1 chapter at a time and the more of your awesome reviews I get the sooner there will be more chapters up. So, keep that in mind when you just skim through it and don't think about hitting that review button!