A demonic Halloween prank IV

Pairing: Rachel / Al
Charas: Rachel / Trent / Quen / Al
Summary: Well Rachel wasn't the only one playing pranks as it seemed and what started as game turns out to be more truthful than one could expect. Beware of the demons ^^.

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A demonic Halloween prank IV: ... a second joins the rest ...

"That is so totally gorgeous." The laugh didn't dimished in any way; instead she doubled over and used me for balance.
"Oh this is so typical Nick, playing with demons and losing control over them!" Her eyes swiped over the room and with a jolt of total surprise and fear I looked at my lock-alike and got it. The one who took on my appearance was Al! He had done so a few times, but this situation was just awkward.
"I think your terms have been fulfilled, I mean look at the room, the curtains are burning, the table as well, and the guest's… oh for the sake of the Turn, tell me you didn't kill anyone?" I just shook my head, after I let my sight shift over all the remaining guests.
"Trent, sorry about this, but… this wasn't my idea… it had been Nicks, he just called and told me… it's a setup, you have to believe me." Oh hell that guy could play, and it made me feel a tickle of excitement to see Al impersonating me.
Trent growled something very inapprobated, about burning down churches, stupid witches, dead wizards and hating demons in general. It was so fast I almost missed the best parts of it.
Rachel turned to eyeball me over.
"What will it cost me to make you testify before the courts again, this time against Nick?" He, she, it asked and a little smile quickened her lips.
Oh good question, last time it had been me ending as his familiar, which didn't work the way Al wanted it to. No it worked better, both ways and he broke the bound to be free again.
Beside he was asking the payment directly from me this time, which meant…

A wave of utter fury swept over me and was gone due to cold calculation. The fucking wizard really did it this time. He had summoned Al, since I hadn't invited him to party this side of the lines and someone had to pull him over to our reality.
Al got a long hard stare from my still red goat slitted eyes and waited for me to state my price, his price. Reverse summoning agreements, I didn't even know that was possible.
Hot threads of longing centered in my middle. Oh fuck, what was happening now? I gulped and concentrated on the given problem.
Nick not only summoned him, he also got him the task to trash Trent's party, probably while wearing my face. I kept silent for too long a time and she looked up with accusation in her mimic.
"Oh no, don't go there Al. I can see the little wheels in this head of yours turning."
Of course I could make up any price I was willing to pay, but if it was too cheap Trent would figure out what was going on here. It would put the blame for this disaster back on my plate.
A smirk came into my face, almost as if it belonged there and I sensed myself sliding more into his personality. My eyes shifted over her body and for the first time I got what Al must be feeling each time he saw me. So much rare uncontained power, strong will and fire that it could kill one to be only an observer.
Her eyes went big with the upcoming offer, like she knew what was coming, the smell of fear and excitement hit me hard and I voiced it with an almost inaudible word.
"You."
She stepped back and my hand grasped hers before she could even move a foot away.
"What?" Terror rang high in his voice, faking mine with the same intensity which was trapped deep inside of me, but it was too late, I had sealed my fate.

"I want you, my itchy witch, your body beside mine, hot and naked… in my bedroom." He made my face go pale and shook his head, sending wild curls flying. Trent was screaming at her to refuse. It wasn't worth it, I wasn't worth it. My eyes found the elf's, and this time I managed to make them glow. The politician went dead silent in his little bubble, while mirror-Rachel tried to get herself away from me.
Gooseflesh started to cover my whole skin, arousal pooled inside of me and I was at the verge of losing myself. Fuck, this wasn't a game anymore, I started fighting for control.
"Never… forget it…" the faked Rachel answered with the same appall I was feeling, but the game couldn't be stopped anymore. I opened my arms so Al could flee my touch, which would make the act even more thrillingly.
"Then I may take my leave and you will reap the blame for this little escapade. Wasn't there a shunning to be removed? You do remember our bet, do you? Oh, Rachel do you want to move in with me that badly? I feel touched by your effort to make it easy for me. One night and you will be back in your church. Think about it. The deal isn't so bad and you will enjoy yourself." I purred, which made her visible shiver. Did I have the same pull on him?
Why the hell was I doing that to myself? Was this a demon aphrodisiac, or did I messed up his recipe?
The whole scene got a totally new meaning if one knew I was talking for Al and he was answering for me. Alone the imagination about what he might be feeling just now made me itchy to jump his/her bones.
Trent screamed something about not sueing her for this if she only would said no.
"Silence!" He was messing up my deal, but I wouldn't let him. With the full bodily strength of the demon I kicked into the sheet of ever-after. It only hold for half a second until it fell, which knocked Quen out cold, and Trent screamed in absolute terror.

His squall brought my attention back to him, his gun pointed wavy at my chest, but this time I was faster, and definitively too much Al. My hand grasp his and I twisted until a loud snap echoed from the walls, his bone broken. Not done with him I drilled my chi into his and tapped a line, familiars should learn their place in time, or they would be difficult to handle.
Warm fingers touched my arm and a soft female voice brought me back enough to realize what I had almost done to Trent. Fuck, I had to change back to myself, or this would end badly.
"Let go of Trent. Al. please don't kill him." She even cried in her despair, which made her begging even sweeter. Hell I could have done him, her, whatever right here on the floor.
Displeased I looked at my look-alike and asked with fine British accent.
"He shot me, Rachel. What are you giving me for not killing him?"
"God, damn it, Al… I will get blamed for it as well." She cried and made my hand twitch with the desire to wipe the tears away. Trent started begging as well, but he wasn't important when compared to my female companion. A shiver went through me as that little part of my brain which was still me recognized, what Al saw in me. Not just a bedfellow, a student, or an investment.
"Please Al, let go of Trent. Please … you promised not to hurt everyone with me."
"He wasn't with you when he shot me the first time." I argued.
She turned away, shifted her gaze to Quen which still was out cold on the floor.
"I'm with him now." Her low voice filled the air between us, which made me groan in frustration. I let go of the elf's broken arm and turned back to her, annoyance showed in my face.
"No you're with me now, itchy witch. And I want my answer, now! Testifying against Nicholas Gregory Sparagmos for a night with me in bed," damn it all back to the Turn I was besting myself and it turned me on big-time.

"And, neither Trent nor Quen dies, gets snatched or hurt!" She looked down onto her feet. I won; I won a night with Rachel. The wave of total arousal almost took me down to the floor until I remembered that I was the one who just promised to sleep with a demon. Was this deal even valid? Would it matter for Al? I was almost sure he would take what he seeked or he would call fool on me and demand my soul as reparation.

Again I started to fight for control, but my look-alike reached out her hand while she evaded my still glowing eyes.
"Fine… deal…" Al sounded as defeated as I felt right now. Trent's eyes went wide with terror.
"Rachel, no." I was thinking the same thing as my childhood fiend, fear started to pool inside of me. Was I even able to survive Al's approaches? Damn, why had I stolen his curse, taken his face, if I would have stayed home, nothing of this were happening.
On the other hand, if I hadn't come here, Nick would have sent the demon with my face to kill the last bit of good reputation I possessed.
Oh hell, I would make sure that little wizard was going to end up shunned, and if that wasn't working, I would fucking drag him into the ever-after myself.
With guilty desperation she looked over to Trent and pleaded with her eyes for his forgiveness. My arm encircled her slender waist.
"Are you ready to go Rachel?" I purred into her hair, which made her shift uncomfortable, hell the demon was faking me so good even I was buying it.
New heat gathered inside of me, made me long for her/his touch and while she still hold Trent's eyes with her plead I forced my front against her back. Rachel went utterly still in my arms, and I became aware of the hard bulge between my legs.
This was so totally embarrassing that I wasn't able to stand it, but my face still betrayed nothing.

"Rachel you can't" Trent wailed but it was too late to save me now.
"To late Trent, a deal is a deal." The ringing of finality echoed through that sentence.
"Get us out of here; I want to get it over with!" The voice Al used sounded as harsh as sandpaper and she took hold on my arm like she was afraid of the things to come.
Again it mirrored my own emotions so perfectly that it was nerve-wrecking.
"As you wish my lady, you will enjoy yourself tonight. I will make sure you do" I whispered into her ear while my lips touched here warm skin, he was still smelling witchly, but there was a underlying fragment which was something wilder, perhaps demonic. Was I smelling the same alluring way too him?
Rachel closed her eyes and I tapped a line and with one go Al had us.