Bite of the demon

A/N:

Okay, here's the deal;
Bite of the Demon has been, and still is my favorite children's book (Namely because of the Moloch Larvea, probably the scariest creatures in existance, and have been a staple in my imagination ever since as the epitome of horrifying beings in both looks, mindset and overall feel.), it's very obscure, even here in Holland, and the fandom probably consists of just me.
This probably gives me some liberties, but I'm not going to lie. It's laying right next to me, and most dialogue between Kareem, Gerald (Gerbert in the book, but that's a ridiculously Dutch name, so I felt the need to give him another name) and John (Jaap in the book, see 'Gerbert') is lifted straight from the book.
However, the P.O.V. change I use DOES warrant some creative freedom, since at least half of the story, Gerald is separated from John and Kareem, and since the book is from John's point of view, a lot of the more interesting things (In my view) happen off screen, and leave a lot to the imagination.
Oh, and while my favorite genre to read, this is actually my first story that can be defined as horror, so I'm a bit new at this.... hopefully my style is effective.
*Deep breath*
Okay, without further ado, I give you the ONLY 'Bite of the Demon'-fanfiction in the world (Probably);

The supernatural..... believe in it, or not. I used to think it was all a bunch of crap. Ghosts, vampires, were-wolfs, demons..... nonsense, although highly amusing. But when you get in the middle of your own horror-story, by your own fault, even..... let's just say that viewpoints and opinions can change.....

My name's Gerald, twenty-nine years old, an archaeologist and my life has become a horror-story..... sit tight.

Like most stories, this one starts out surprisingly normal, with me heading towards my work.

"Good afternoon, Gerald!" Anita, the receptionist of the university I work at, greeted me. "You got yourself a new tablet to translate. Ancient Sumerian, your favourite."

"Thanks, I'll get to it right away." I said, not taking my eyes of the magazine I read. It was one of those supernatural magazines, with 'proof' and sightings and everything. They even had a number for a bona fide Horror-detective, hilarious! Still reading, I took the elevator to my office floor and helped myself to a cup of coffee from the machine in the hallway. Once I arrived, I tossed the magazine on an ever-growing pile, before walking to my desk, where a large envelope was laying in the centre. Opening it, I took the table that was in it. The cuneiform script felt familiar by now, even tough I did need some time to completely translate the first part.

"The poor fool that wishes to summon the Moloch." I said out loud, cracking a grin. A so-called spell, this was going to be great! "Has to utter the following words....." The following lines were peculiar.... since I couldn't find any English words for them, although I could read them. "Remototh Azdar Int...." I recited. "Uru den Atval Moloch." Well, at least I could understand one word. "Gihudran, Egudrei kal. Gisbaredth Sasdoon. Gaha.... gahadrem harkoon." I finished, stuttering that last word a bit. Sitting back, I smiled, pleased with myself.

That's when it happened.

A strange, deep purple hue began to replace the sunshine coming out of my office window, and when I looked outside.... it... it wasn't my usual view. Not a trace of the parking lot, the rest of the city, only that strange.... lake. In disbelief, I approached my window and opened it, even if it was just to check if it wasn't some sort of illusion. It wasn't. Behind my window laid this lake, made out of a poisonous green.... whatever liquid it was. The fog that surrounded the lake shifted aside, as if it sensed me, and wanted to show me more.

In the middle of the lake was some sort of Island, with large, gnarled trees growing out of it, I counted about nine, ten of them. I gathered that from the distance I spotted them, they'd have to be sequoias or something, gigantic wood giants. I averted my head to the left and gasped. A head! That... Island had a massive head! It wasn't an Island, it was a massive corpse! Some of those gnarled trees were massive claws, I could see large scales shine in that unnatural purple light, as well as large, needle-like teeth and one, horrible, milky white eye that was staring at me in it's dead-gaze, maggots crawling over it. I felt sick.... I had to look at something else before I'd loose my lunch... I stared down at the water of the lake. Up until then it had been as smooth as glass. But now, something stirred. Looking back up I saw a few.... figures swimming trough the lake towards me. Then those voices began speaking.....

Wait for us. They called. It was a voice so clear it was unnatural, as if the throats it came from weren't designed for the tones. We are the pale larvae of Moloch. We smelled your fear, human. Long for our kiss, the bite of our sharp teeth. We'll grant you eternal life. Just like us, you'll become Moloch.

That.... that terrible promise shook me from my shocked state. Be like them?! Never! Feeling life return to my limbs I slammed the window shut and ran into the hallway. Behind me, I heard glass shatter. Don't look back.... keep running! Screwing the elevator, I ran down the stares and out of the front door. I half expected to see that other world... but it wasn't there. I was at the parking lot, I saw two birds fight over a piece of bread.... it all seemed even more surreal then that world those demons came from.... no time, no time for that! I started running, towards home, it felt like the best place. I must've ran for half an hour, even without my terrible condition, that was quite a feat. Slamming my door open, I wasted no time as I grabbed the phone and immediately headed for the attic, finding a hiding place underneath an old rusty bed. Underneath there, I managed to dial in a number with my trembling fingers.

Please don't be a fraud.... I begged the phone. For the love of God, be a real horror-detective!