A demonic Halloween prank III
Pairing: Rachel / Al
Charas: Rachel / Trent / Quen
Summary: Rachel enters Trent's house and starts fights all over the place, but the elves aren't so easy prey, like all the other trouble before. A good think Rachel has more than one curse ready for them. This one is pretty bloody.
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A demonic Halloween prank III: ... one demon makes a mess ...
The rest of the drive had been totally uneventful.
I came to a stop right in front of Trent's estate, bordered with a 10 feet fence. So far so good I had come further than I had expected to. No IS, no FIB and no stupid kids where bothering me right now. For the first time I had the chances to thing about how to enter his property.
Maybe I should climb over the fence, but that piece of metal was laden with electricity and I certainly doubt 20000 volt would be a healthy treat, even for a demon.
Entering through the front gate was more Rachel than Al, beside they would either call the IS or shot me right on the spot.
The back entrance was neither me nor Al, and out of the options since the problem with being shot remained the same.
"You should have planed that better… Al." I said to myself, remembering my disguise before I could mutter my own name.
"Great so much for trashing Trent's fucking party." Anger came to rest in my stomach and I walked along the fence, searching for a hole in his defense.
A sudden tickling sensation pulled me to a stop and with a frown on my face I engaged my second sight. A jolt of adrenalin ran through me as I noticed I stood in Trent's ley line, probably the one which ran right through his office.
"Jackpot!" I shout aloud and spent the next few seconds analyzing the odds off bypassing his security or being snagged by Al as soon as I hit the surface. A smirk crossed my face as I imagined Trent's red features when I would prove his whole tight security system was worth nothing.
The wave of excitement that came with this thought made the decision for me. No risk no fun. With a sigh of utter release I shifted realties. Cold wind swept over my face and caused tears to well up. The lethal fence had turned translucent while my eyes starred at both worlds, harmless as long as my body was in the other on. I passed through it.
Surface demons watched my slowly progress through their realm and I started running right the moment I heard some rock sliding behind me; hell it wouldn't be long until on of the higher demons show up.
The strength of the line ran with me, almost as if the whole thing was answering my uneasiness. Yes it was Trent's office line and I followed it until it disappeared behind the half-translucent walls.
I stopped in front of the wall and tried to touch it, strange to see something and being able to grope right through empty air, where solid stone should have been.
One of the little deformed creatures decided it had hounded its prey for long enough and attacked me. Bad idea, on every other day it would have made me flee the ever-after, but today I was Al, and I wouldn't let this wretched existence pester me.
Turning around to face it I draw more force of the line into me and snarled in warning, showing my teeth like I was about to bit its head off.
It squeaked and jumped back, looking unsure for a moment only to run like hell the next. I had made a surface demon ran from me, maybe, just maybe I had it inside of me to be as scary as any of them.
The surface was swept empty of all live in seconds, I only saw this happen once, and it wasn't a good memory. Bewildered I turned a 360 degree and looked out for other demons, especially Newt. Seeing none, I slowly passed the wall of air and stood right in the buffet-table. Another strange event what happened to me.
It was exquisite to watch Trent's rich guest's in their expensive costumes, each probably costing more than three months worth of rent. They were drinking, eating and laughing, but even with all that security totally vulnerable. I could kill them in minutes and no one would be fast enough to stop me.
Slowly coming to stand beside the buffet-table I dwelled in my own mind for a few seconds. What was Trent's choice for this years Halloween? Last year it had been Rynn Cormel, and he might have spent more than 20000 bugs on it. But nothing what he could have come up with was going to best my disguise. It was the best and most expensive piece of art in the room.
But it was a thousand years old curse, stolen from a demon, paid with a huge amount of smut on my soul; you couldn't expect any less of it.
What had I done to myself, and what for? Was this really about kicking some elf's and human's ass?
I was starting to get cold feet but I have come too far to just go back home, it was Party-crashing time. With a sigh I misted back into existence on Trent's side of the lines, right next to lady fat-of-the-buffet.
She dropped her plate and jumped right into the table, almost tipping the whole thing over.
I smiled big blocky teeth at her, and offered my hand to help her stand, which of course she never took; instead she crawled over to the other side of the table and dragged the whole lot of stuff on the black table-cloth with her.
At the last moment I saved some plate of excellent finger´-food and began to eat it slowly and sensual. The woman ran screaming into direction of the exit, losing my focus on her as the table-cloth catched fire from one of the pumpkin-candles.
I laugh loud and a bit psychotic to make everyone stare at me.
"Happy Halloween adorable community, someone mind pointing me the direction where I may find our glorious host." I drawled in Al's British accent.
A drop in the line made me jerk around; facing down one of the bodyguards. The sound of low muttered Latin got my blood running, it cost me a bit of will-power not do look bothered. My eyes found the table and with a little sigh of annoyance I kicked the table right into him. The spell missed me by millimeters and found the fabric of the curtain instead; it was burning full till only a second later.
Another one tapped a line and I evaded the next charm by pure luck only. This was beginning to be dangerous. I tapped a line myself and started whispering Latin as well while I still balanced the plate with my free hand. The senses of my Rachel self and the borrowed self of Al seemed to blur.
My ball of black ever-after missed the witch that had tried to down me by inches. She drove behind the coach and started the Latin again. I was about to kick the sofa into her, but Quen jumped off the stair rail and landed with an unearthly grace on the white carpet.
Partying on a white carpet, Trent was as usually totally decadent.
He was clothed with a green dress and looked a bit like Robin Hood with that filigree sword in his hand. I didn't doubt a second that it was a real thing.
An unexpected smirk quickened alive on my lips and I ate another something from the plate, while I eyed him over almost tauntingly.
The elf attacked, making me evade the first three strokes with elegance, only to pierce me with the fourth. My hand went empty of the plate and the heavy blink of silver on stone shock through me. Red blood splashed everywhere, it hurt as the warrior twisted his sharply blade and almost slit me in half.
In a despaired effort to save my life from the downward swing of his arm, I reached for the line and became it within the time it took a pixy to sneeze. A giant blaster of rare energy catapulted the elf and his sword across the room and into Trent's piano.
The line ran full till through my veins, so much energy that my blood sang with it. Red tinted the black stone in the color of the sinking sun, but instead of falling down and dying I invoked the second shifting-curse, resetting my bio-clock again.
Dizziness and pain, as well as all the blood vanished with a sheet of ever-after; suddenly making me very glad I had taken all the curses. Otherwise I would have been already dead.
Darkness rubbed against my aura and I muttered a little
'I take it!' while I accepted the costs of the imbalance I forced on Mother Nature.
My hands found the left side of my middle that Quen had parted with his blade, but neither the fabric nor the skin was damaged. Screw all the smut in the world, I loved the power of demon-curses right now, and was fully aware that I would pay for it later.
Trent's guests were running around like beheaded chickens after they got that it wasn't only a show for their entertainment. Most of them probably had never seen a demon in action, and now they feared for their life.
A man strode into the middle of the room; his hair was dark and braided to his angles, he was wearing a long material art like dress in red and a trouser in black, a golden waistbelt hold the whole thing together. I engaged my second sight to risk a glance at his aura and smirked at him right the moment elf-boy opened his mouth to talk.
"What the hell is the meaning of this?" He barked furious.
"Is that a way to treat a guest Trenton Aloysius Kalamack?" I asked faked British accent up to perfect. I was so angry inside for almost being killed, but somehow I managed to be completely composed on the outside.
"No one invited you demon, go back to the ever-after or I will sue Rachel's ass back to the Turn." A low growl left the elf and I grinned. Oh shit if I played it wrong, one mistake and I could walk right through his line, to never return.
"Exactly no one invited me; I must acknowledge this wounds my little sensible demon heart. And I thought we had come to an understanding, since you went on a hunt with my itchy witch." Totally ignoring that he was threatening to rip my life apart, I threw some piece of knowledge at his face, Al probably didn't know about. It made the elf turn white; he even took back a step. Was it really that bad to go on a hunt with elves on the night of the moons zenith? According to Trent's face, it was.
"She told you?" A dark laugher bubbled out of me and filled the room.
"She didn't need to. I saw you, you and my itchy witch on these horses of yours, tracking down animal. She isn't very careful about being catched when she does one of her stupid stunts, isn't she?" Hell, it was totally strange to talk about myself that way.
Someone tapped the line again, and Latin fell from my lips, even before I realized it the curse already headed Quen's way. Two spells hit each other in a spectacular explosion of light and heat. Trent's white carpet was official totaled now. I shrugged, not my problem.
Teeth's barred at the warrior, who was almost unable to stand on his feet, a loud thundering echo sounded off the walls and I sensed some strange emptiness at my belly.
I became aware of a big gapping hole there and nausea spread inside my thoughts before I started falling to the floor. Great, I had been shot, and the culprit who did it, held a smoking weapon in his hands. Old fashion bastard, Trent, he had shot me. And he would PAY for it. My vision went red with the fury which exploded in my missing giblets; I wanted nothing more when to kill him. I reached for the line, shifted and entered the ever-after to force the urge to slaughter the little maggot away from me, at least enough to let him life after beating him senseless.
Trent and Quen took positions against each others backs. The old warrior-elf looked pretty battled and he was bleeding from more than one big wound.
"Morgan and her demon are a threat I told you so Sa'han." He hissed at his boss while I circled them. Both of them tapped a line and activated their second sight. I used the sensation of it to sweep back to reality, curse ready to throw, the moment Quen hustled Trent to the floor.
An explosion blew the door to the room off its hinge, smashing into a few of the guest which tried to open the closet entrance.
Dust from the wall build a halo around a big female, which was…
"Al?" her voice rose over the commotion of the room, utterly astonished to see me standing there. But so was I, since the woman rushing into the room had red fuzzy hair, silent vampire boots, leather pants and a shirt with the letter, 'gonna bite the elf up his ass.' In short, she was me. How was that even possible?
"Ra… " my voice sounded not the slightest bit like Al's. I coughed and realigned my thoughts before I started asking again.
"Rachel? What are you doing here?" An inquiring gaze moved over her outline. Whoever it was, the person had done a great job with impersonating me too. Not one hair was out of place, it looked almost too perfect that disguise. If I hadn't been Rachel, my look-alike would have even fooled me.
"Happy Halloween to all of you" She spread her arms wide and grinned at me. A second shot rang from the furious elf right beside me, good thing that he missed this time. Anger came hot and unbidden again, and I unleashed a detonation of pure ley line energy. Quen saved both of them from considerable damage by raising a circle. The old man staggered on his feet but his bubble held. How long that might be the case was another question, he was bleeding badly.
"Impressive skills." The woman, not me, said with my voice. Yes someone was doing a pretty fine job.
"What are you doing here?" hating to repeat myself; I walked over to her, while I took off my glasses anger and annoyance coloring them red. A tremble run over her as she saw my eyes on her, but there was no fear in her stance; who beside me had the guts to face down a demon, Ceri perhaps.
"You aren't my witch." I growled.
"Get into a circle!" Trent barked an order at her, but like I would have done, she ignored him. Green eyes found my red and she smirked up at me. Somehow this quicken of her lips appeared familiar to me. Who the hell was that?
"And you aren't my demon either." She turned around the room and giggled lowly, almost as if I wasn't posing a threat for her. The circle ended at my eyes and a powerful chilling sensation went through me.
"Quite a party-crasher, aren't you? Who summoned you, Al?" The question almost sounded casually if it weren't for the mocking in her voice. She even mimicked on of my hip swings when I was annoyed. I growled at that gesture and answered her. It made no difference that it was a lie.
"The little rat!" A demon would never share that information for free, but I was faking Al, and my little witchy ass was something special for the demon, so I could get away with things others couldn't. Beside no one than me and my friends knew who 'the little rat' was referring to.
"Nicky? Oh that's interesting. What are you terms? To trash Trent's party and blame me for it." She shook her hip again and stopped right in front of me, while she took a deep breath. It sent a surge of white hot passion down my spin. Fuck, this was turning me on, what was wrong with me?
"Yes." I hissed displeasured and full of anxiety. Rachel made a 360 degree spin and laughed out loud, like she had lost her mind, worry took root on my very soul. Who was this? I started praying it wasn't another demon, started praying it wasn't Newt.