A demoness awakens VII
Disclaim: The charas are not mine, they belong to Kim Harrison and her Hollow series.
This is part seven of my fic.
WARNING: Spoilers from "Black magic santion".
Pairing: Rachel / Al
Charas: Rachel / Ivy / Jenks / Trent
Summary: Rachel felt asleep and awakes to Trent banging at her frontdoor. Of course the elfs visit isn't a formal call. He is seriously angry about Ceri's last visit at Rachels, and is now going to kick some asses. How is Rachel going to break the news about her change.

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A demoness awakens VII: A way out?

I didn't know how long I slept, but a knocking at the churchs frontgate let me return to my awareness. I felt like shit, and this was phrased very nicely. Each cell was filled with pain and my thoughts were a tangled mess. I used the silk sheet to hide behind, like hell I wanted the rest of the world to know I have turnt demon. Byside I really wasn't in the mood to answer my frontdoor. Ha ha, like I could, even if I wanted to, there was holy ground between me and the frontgate. With a sigh I stoped that train of thoughts before I might fall into depression.
Jenks screamed something like:
"I get that one," and opened the door with the pixy equivalent of a doorhandle.

"What by Tinks pink dress do you want now Trent? Rachel is not going to work for you. Ever again." The pixy asked a bit irritated.
"Where is Rachel? I have to have a word with her," He must have entered the church because the pixy whistled and three of his kids entered the room. What was Trent doing here,I hoped he hadn't talked to Ceri, if so it might be my end.
"No one invited you elfboy! You're entering my territory without premission, you either talk fast blondy or leave, unless you want to be pixed and cut by pixyswords."
The threat was not to be taken lightly, whoever got himself pixed once in life knew how bad it was to have 24 hours of itching hell.

Trent stoped in his tracks to search for me on his own.
"Be quiet dragonfly, I'm here to asked Rachel what she has done to Ceri. She came home all broken and crying, speaking only latin, with an accent I was unable to understand. Only thing I got out of her, is that it had something to do with Rachel and her demon. So find that witch of yours and make her answer my questions."
I clenched the sheets and inhaled Al's scent, which was sadly able to calm my racing heard down a note. Trent was not threating directly, but I knew there was an addition to his sentence, he only left it unspoken. Maybe because he didn't want the pixyclan against him until he was save behind his sticky silk. Coward.

"Don't dare to give me orders Kalamack, you might rule the cities blackmarket but you ain't ruling here. Leave!" They where closing in on Trent, I got that much alone from the shocked intake of air.
"I don't care, you will let me speak to her! Whatever she did to Ceri threw her into contraction." I stoped breathing, Ceri was in labor. That shocking news made me remember very second of our encounter. Oh God, please God, don't let me have hurt the child.
"It's a month to early," Jenks squeak. that revelation seemed to even shock the old man. He liked Ceri a lot. Without knowing I was sitting upright.
"Is she going to be okay, is the child going to be ok?" I asked sick with worry, so much anxiety I was temporarily able to forget about my new condition.

I wasn't planing on talking to Trent, but I felt responsible for the preterm birth of Ceris daughter. Light steps found me before I was prepared to answer to his wrath.
"Get Ivy!" Jenks called to his kids and was after the elf before the man got within touching distance.
"Let me give you an advice elfboy, the vampire has a very crappy mood, you better go before she rips your throat out." His winks were dusting dark red with a light orange at the edges, that meant anger because of worry.
The blond bachlor waved at the pixy and ignored him otherwise. Getting pixed didn't seemed to be that much of a threat to him. Knowing Trent he probably had a spell or a drug against the itching. It also could be possible that he was so emotional involved that he was just past caring.

He stoped in front of me, towering over me. I squeezed my eyes shut, since I didn't want him to know what they look like now. I was afrait how he might react.
"Talk to me Rachel, what the fuck have you been doing to Ceri. Tell me. Tell me what you demon-whore and that son of a bitch have been doing to her!" He screamed at me.
For fucks sake he was the second person within two weeks which called me a demons whore.
Ok the first one was a insane witch named Brooke and she had said 'demon sex pot' instead of 'demon-whore', the meaning was the same and it was pissing me off. Trents comment hurted more than Brooks, maybe because I knew Trent for long, and somewhat liked him or it was my loss of moral standards what made this one worse. I wasn't even able to bitch at him, because it was damn well true now. I opened my eyes.
"Be careful with your words Trent, I had a very shitty day," I was advicing softly with a growl, while Ivy entered the hallway with eyes as black as the nightsky and her katana bared in her grip, clearly ready to kill. She was drawing an aura, it looked like black mist was surrounding her, like the personification of death. Beautyful and dangerous, I licked my lips.

Trent hissed and turnt totally motionless, starring right into my eyes, he had been about to hit me but now he recoiled like my aura had burnt his skin. He jumped back, felt over the coffeetable, taking the cup of now cold coffee with him and landed on his ass.
His beige suit stained with coffee spots, his eyes and hair was wild and he stubbled back until he hit the armchair.
"You ... you... are... a demon!" His comment hit deep inside of my heart, it hurt like hell, why the fuck I cared about what the murderous elf was thinking, was beyond me. The normally so controlled bastard Trent looked like he was going to lose his sanity in a panic attack. If all of this wasn't so damn serious, I would even enjoy denuding him of his composure.
Ivy stoped in the hallway since Jenks flied into her line of view and took her attention.

Ivy was breathing hard, but she wasn't leaving me alone, so the vampire was up against her instincts. I never understood her problems fully until now, since Trents fear was turning me on. I bit my lips, and banished that feeling. It worked, but now the line was pulsing lightly again. Damn it all back to the turn, how was I suppose to controll that demon-shit. It was only pure luck that a strange calmness enclosed my thoughts. It dimished the hurtful comments effects and my need to take his fear and claim it as my own.
"That's a long long story Trent. I really don't want to talk about it, but I think there is no helping it. What about you giving me information about Ceri's condition and her child's in return for data about mine?" I asked, he was getting to his feet, white as his hair and regressed until he hit the wall.
"You even sound like one. Rachel what happend to you?"
"Do we have a deal?" His fear was effecting me again.
"And if it's possible, do something against your fear, unless you want Ivy bitting you." Or me, but I wasn't saying that one out loud.

The eyes of them both met over Jenks worried glow, and Ivy licked her lips in delight. Trent was pressing against the wall even more. But only for a few seconds, he closed his eyes and seemt do be counting to ten, his fear vanished, his mind swirled and he shifted to his bio-drug-lord mood. Maybe he was a bit schizophrenic too, funny that made two of us. With his mind as cold as ice I noticed that it was not the scent about fear what was turning me on, but the feeling itself.
"Well, so might it be, we have a deal, demon. So I start with the questions. Are you truly Rachel Morgan of Vampires Charms?"
"Yes I'm, Trenton Kalamack." I grined, wondering why he wasn't using my middlename, didn't he know it, or was it because he didn't want to sound like a demon. Thanks to my contact with Al I knew his middlename, but I didn't used it either, probably for the same reason.

"So it's my turn now, is Ceri going to be ok, which means is she hurt or going to end up with permanent damage to her body?" I wasn't asking about her soul or her feelings, she survived being Al's familiar for over a thousand years. If Ceri was one thing it was strong-willed. She was able to rebuild herself from a demons servitude, so this little shock would be nothing in the end. Byside I knew her much longer than Trent, and sacrificing one of my questions for something the elf doesn't know himself would be stupid.
He looked at me like he had swallowed a big fly.
"The testresults say she has some light burns on her wrists, her hormonal balance is off, and her psyche has suffered a huge trauma. Additional there is a concussion and a swollen cheek. I think she will be okay in a few days, with enough treatments. What happend to Ceri?"
His green eyes were piercing mine.

Damn he asked a bad question, I didn't want to tell him. But he made a deal with me, that meant no lying, and no escaping. Very demon, damn, why was I behaving like that. A sigh left my lips. I closed my eyes, while a familiar wind came to rest on my shoulder. Jenks.
"She summoned me from the ever after, and after she saw my eyes her reaction was the same as yours. Jenks figured out I had been... ahh... ," I wasn't able to say it.
"Sleeping with Al," the pixy dropped the big bomb, and the elf was almost out of the chair again.
"SIT! We aren't finished yet!" I hissed at him. And something about my voice made the man obey my order.
"After that discovery she turnt insane and attacked me. Do you happen to see my kitchen? The floor is almost destroyed, the fridge was disintegrate, the wall is damaged good and it's only due to pure luck that no one got killed. She tried to kill me, I kicked her in the face and flung her on the floor...", the rest was lost again, but I trusted Jenks to fill him in, this time it was Ivy speaking.

"It seems she has something like we vampires have, an instinct what's not easy to fight, she flowed Ceri with ever after. But she didn't know what she was doing until I touched her."
I looked at her, the eyes were black even now, but at least she wasn't holding her drawn katana any more. That let me chill out a bit more.
Trent made a face and looked at me, disgusted, but he was about to asked the next question. I hold up my hand to silence everyone.
"My time. Is the child undamaged?"
The blond elf raised one of his eyebrows and I want to be able to do the same thing.
"To my knowledge there had not been a greater damage to Ceris daughter. How the hell could you kick a pregnant woman in the face?" He accused me. Only now I got that this alone could be enough to cause her preterm delivery or even worse. I bit my lip, felling guilty.

"She tried to kill me, and my friends were in the line of fire, she was to mad to talk to, I didn't wanted anyone dead so I defended myself. The flowing was an accident."
"How can gluting someone with energy be an accident?" He was disbelieving at best.
"It seems to be a demon instinct to tap a line and use it to threaten people." I got the feeling it was not so good to give all this answeres.
"Trent, will you try to kill me?"
"This was not part of the deal," he said.
"No it wasn't, but answering questions about what happend to Ceri wasn't either, so you own me an answer to this one." He was silent for a few seconds.
"Like it looks now, yes, I'm, but maybe you have some good replies for me to convince me to do otherwise." Jenks took to the air and Ivy hissed at him.

It was most unlikely that he was about to exit the church unarmed if he would stick to his plan. But he was not the first person to hunt me.
"Good, answers like what?"
"Like why the hell do you have demon-eyes, why do you smell of burnt amber and why for the turns sake did you sleep with that disgusting demon?"
"The whole thing started with Pierce."
"The dead man?" I nodded
"You remember your hunt, after I took the elfporn." Damn he looked unconfortable, and I liked that, why should I be the only one? He was probably thinking about me naked in front of him, on his press conference while we were recorded by the media.
"We were hiding and your dogs made me afraid like nothing else in the world. After they were gone he charmed his way into my pants. He has lineskills behind good and evil. Al said that awakend the dormant mating-instincts of the demon inside my genes. Next time Pierce used his skills the instinct hit me hard and I lost every damn controll I ever had. See the place where the TV had been?"

He looked at it and nodded, his eyes were calculating, and I wasn't sure if I was about to dig my grave even deeper.
"Pierce, according to Al, wasn't demon enough for my instincts, he ordered me around and I snapped, tried to kill him... and... this is the result. Al saved the man." Alone admiting to Al's good deed made me feel strange.
"So and for saving Pierce you offered the demon your body?"
"Damn you idiot, stop making me look like a harlot, it's already hard enough. No it just happend, I had no controll and only got it back after I awoke next to him... in his bed." I said. His disbelief wasn't getting down a note.
"And after I was awake he said I burnt the witch out of me, this is the reason why I have those eyes."

"Mh so why are you here than, demons can't stay this side of the lines after sunup."
I was thinking about the answer to this one, and it was like a strangers thought touched mine, it felt alien but also so right.
"Apparently they can." This was from Ivy and she had her instincts under controll, her eyes were showing a little ring of brown.
"Mh, so you three are telling me she is truly demon and can stay this side of the lines." He gulped worried. No one contradicted him. Nice to know no one thought I was a witch anymore.
"Well than there is no helping it. Rachel, you and yours are forbitten to call my household and especially Ceri, I don't want any contact at all and neither of you near her. Understand? If you don't I will start killing people, and Rachel it would be you loved ones if I can't take you out."

That got my attention back, I pushed the thoughts out of mine and looked at Trent. Hot lead flowing through me.
"Don't order me around you fucking asshole, so I might be a freaking demon, so what? You prejusting bastard! Who's fault is this, mister druglord? Mine? How was I suppose to know that it only required one man with the right line skills to turn me? It was your father and your families forbitten research what made me a demon in the first place. It was not my free choise. So don't the fuck blame me!" I growled at him, again I felt my awareness touching the line.
Each time I did this it got easier. Maybe I would be afraid of it, but I was so pissed at Trent that I didn't care.
Jenks was in the air, dusting yellow with sudden alarm, he was at Ivy's side a moment later. Trent was at the wall again, since he didn't dare to make a dash for the exit, which was occupied by Jenks and Ivy.
"Answer me." I snarled.

"My dad saved your live and you know that."
"So and this makes me the punshing bag for your little spoiled elfboy ass, just because you little science experiment was a failure? Take responsibility for what you family did to me!"
"If I would, you wouldn't be alive anymore!" He screamed.
"With all knowledge, techs, drugs and power you have, anything that comes to your mind is killing me? You're pathetic, Trent!" I took a step in his direction, not knowing what I would do next.
"Holy shit she is bleeding darkness." Jenks exclaimed and was at Trents side to whisper something into his ear. Maybe a way to calm me down.
"Rachel you're drawing a powerful aura there." Said Ivy and looked my straight in the eyes, hers were black again. But something about that familiar darkness made it more easy to hold her gaze.
The vampires glance shifted to Trent.
"Hey Kalamack, Rachel said it was genetical. So why don't you take a sample and make her a witch again." It earned her a look from everyone else in the room. Why wasn't this my idea?.

"That's not that easy. Rachel might be to old for threatment, she might get ill and die on it. Byside I don't know if it's possible since she has been tempered with before. And she was a witch-demon-inbetween since her birth, we weren't able to fix this. And if she sleeps with the demon or a witch again it might turn her into a demon again."
I looked at him and my anger went down a great deal. He never said he would be outright refusing that idea, he wasn't telling me to fuck myself and die. Trent at least thought about it. That was a reason to give brownie points to the elf.
"If it works, everything with ley line skills is of my buffet. I would not risk that again." I assured, it would left me with vampire, weres and humans. That weren't very lovely prospects, I would miss the power-pull and the merging with the line. But it would be better than moving to the ever after permanently. Trent was thinking.

"You asked me if I would kill you Rachel, I answered with yes, and now you would trust me, an elf, foe of demonkin since over 5000 years to bring you back? Isn't that a bit contradictorily?" Phrased like that it sounded somehow silly even to me.
"We didn't start our acquaintance as elf and demon, but as witch and suppose to be human. We have our own history Trent, one that is much younger than their war. Only recently demons and elven are messing up everything. You invited me to your last hunt and you told me about me being the hope to end the war. Were this lies?" Jenks and Ivy were watching us like we would be playing tennis.
"No I meant it, but right than you were a witch with the possibility to have demon-children not a demon yourself."
"A good friend told me once that a person is defined by his or her doings, not by there kin, and even if I got some wired instincts to learn controll of. Look at Ivy, she is a vampire and she hasn't jumped your bones either. Instincts can be controlled over time."
He shook his head.

"Hey come on Trent she saved your ass countless times. Might be your turn to do the same, don't you think so?" Jenks was in his Peter Pan pose again and pointed his sword at the elf.
"I can't say if it will be possible, let me browse through my fathers files about her treatment and ask around a bit. I need to be sure before taking samples of her, I don't want demon genetics at my lab. The coven would be pissed about that and they might kill me. That would leave the elven without their needed medicins and we would meet extinction for real. Do you want that demon?"
I sighed.
"First it's Rachel, stop calling me demon. And second, no I don't want that. Why do you thing I went with you into the ever after to get that elven sample from the demon database? Surely not for the fun of it." I grinned at him, he owned me bigtime for saving his ass, and that wouldn't have worked without me being what I'm, ahm... was.

"I will look into the case it's everything that I can promise. I will call as soon as I know." He was about to leave the church.
"Well this is not going to be this easy," Jenks was flying after him, while Ivy stand beside me and was sniffing my neck. It irritated me bigtime but I pushed that feeling from me.
"You smell wrong, but the unclaimed bit is still there." I withstand to make a comment, we had that discussion before.

"What is it Jenks?" Trent asked the four inch man.
"She can't enter hallowed ground anymore, and staying this side of the lines isn't good for her aura, it's like using curses the whole time. I was talking sense into her, that she has to move to the ever after." Ivys eyes flashed black and she glared at the blue dusting pixy.
"You want her to move there? And how I'm I gonna tell her about this treatment thing. Do you expect me to summon her? Rachel do you still have Al's name?"
"No I got back my own."
"She is not moving over!" The vampire screamed byside me. And she swirled around to me, her eyes black and demanding. I avoided to look into them. But her pain was like sandpaper on my mind. I could have been imagine things about her, but I surely had that wired demon-ability to steal ones facile thoughts and feelings. Right at the moment I hated that.
She put her hands on my shoulder, turning me to face her.
"Tell me you aren't leaving me!" she demanted aloud this time.

"Ivy!" The pixy exclaimed angry.
"We were talking about that!" He sounded all like the father he was. My head started to hurt like hell. I growled at them.
"Stop this that instant, you're fabricating a monster headache. And I clearly don't need it. Save that argument for later!" There was the little alien sound in my voice again. It earned me wired faces of my friends and Trent.
"I don't want to move over. I don't want to leave you Ivy or anyone else. But byside Jenks arguments, there is still Al to worry about. I thing he's going to press charges on this one. He was trying to get me into the ever after before. Promising me a room of my own, and other things. How great are my chances to get my shunning removed and the coven of my back now that I'm like this? Byside he's going to tell me I belong with the demons, again, and this time I don't have good reasons to refuse. At least no reasons he would accept."
I clearly wasn't going to tell them about Al's and my bet, they would team up and rip me to sheets. The bet had been, geting the shunning removed and the coven off my back, for his help with my little elfporn-conspiracy. If I would fail it meant moving in with Al. Okay maybe I should have just agreed to owning him a mark, but if I was going to avoid one thing, it was getting more demon-marks on my skin.

Trent was waiting with a little frown on his face.
"So how do I contact you than?"
"Ceri knows my name, I'm not giving it to you. Byside I don't like to be summoned, it tend to hurt like hell."
"That doesn't solve the problem, Rachel." Trent was returning into my direction, leaving sacred ground.
"There is a way to communicate with the other side of the lines. It's like a mobile phone, only that it's a demoncurse." Everyone was looking worried but they kept silent until I fished out the scrying mirror.
Jenks landed beside the charmed glass and avoid to touch it.
"That thing gives me the willies." Strange that this lines have been beautyful to me, from the very beginning. With big caution Trent walked over the line of the etched circle what surrounded the island corner for years, maybe he was afraid I would trap him inside of it.

"You put your fingers here and there," I showed the gestics to him.
"The mirror needs a simple invocation to tap into the communal magic of the demons. If you have the gesture complete you think my name and willed the contact into existence"
"I don't have that name, you remember."
"Do you think I would give that mirror to you if it would require a summoningname? No if you think Rachel, while taping a line, and using the words 'mater tintinnabulum' it's going to be find, at least I hope so. Here try it."
I pushed it in front of him and he looked at it like it was going to bit his hand off.
"Trent don't worry, tap a line, think my name, don't think any other demons name and talk to me. It's harmless, it only asks for the demons attention, and not demanding it like a summoning, and a additional bonus is that it tooks almost no smut to run. On either side." I smiled at him, summoning was expensive for the one who had to travel the lines, one of the reasons why you always get pissed demons in your circle.

He looked me over once from feet to head, from head to my feet. He was feeling doubt.
"Hey Trent, don't you have meetings to appoint to, errands to run, files to browse." The pixy was leaning against Ivy's coffee mug, which said 'Don't bother tired vampires in the morning, before their first cup of coffee unless you offer blood'.
The young bachlor made a face and put his fingers were they belonged. Instantly getting the gesture right. I felt him drawing at my line, but instead of making me angry like with Pierce it filled me with some sort of joy. I sneezed, everyone but Trent looked at me. I braced myself for the pain of a summoning, even if I knew that the lines were closed to summoning crosstraffic from dawn to dusk. I sneezed again, and again. I longed for the touch of my mirror to answer the call. I sneezed again and than I touched the elfs shoulder, he jumped and flinched from my touch and my mirror.
"Don't touch me." At least he didn't say anything about me being a demon or being a demons whore, and he left out any other stuff that could hurt my feelings. Thank God for small favors.

I pulled the mirror before me and touched the glyphs, taped the line and checked. It was interesting to get a stored message of Trent's thoughts, the demons had a voice mail system. Who would have thought that. He was showing up with my ID but his signature wasn't matching. I checked.
'Rachel? Are you sure this is working? I don't think so. This feels strange. Damn you made me use a demons curse. I'm not your familiar Rachel. I want that removed!'
The message ended, I lifted my fingers from the glass and bathed in the afterglow for a second, the line was pulsing again.
'He would be a good familiar. Make the bond.' I twiched and banished the very thought. Like hell I didn't wanted a familiar, not Trent and no one else I was my own damn familiar, and I was doing a fine job with that. I ditched the line.

"Rachel did someone tell you, that you are utterly to intimately with that curse things. It's almost like you enjoy it." Trent asked with a bit of worry in his face.
"Don't be ridiculous Trent, I'm a demons student, I have to learn twisting their curses, there is no helping it. I had to make my peace with this sort of magic. It would get me nowhere to crucify myself each time I use something like that. And no you aren't my familiar, I said so before."
"Good to know, you have to remove the familiars mark, until the witchs meeting. But for now I will take my leave"
"Wait Trent, take this with you, I will just make a new one next time I see Al, and I don't think I will have to wait long. Call me if you know what happend to Ceri and her child." His face was almost unreadable, he snatched my mirror and left in a rush. Leaving me with Jenks and Ivy.

"I'm tired as hell, how late is it?" I asked
"It's a little past 1 pm." Jenks said and Ivy was nowhere to be seen.
"Where did Ivy go?"
"Probably planing Al's death, how should I know?"
"Damn, it's bad, could you make your kids watch her?"
"Already done so"
"Jenks, I'm going to sleep a bit and after this I want to eat pizza, together with you and Ivy. If this might be my last day this side of the lines, I want to spend it with my loved ones." I would call over David and the rest but I wanted to avoid them seeing me as a demon. It made me sick to think about the possibility of moving in with Al.
Jenks buzzed an agreement and I walked back to my couch, again only wearing Al's bedsheet. Damn, I wanted my cloths.
I lay down and fell asleep almost instantaneous.

I there Rachel Morgan fans ^^.
This is the seventh part of the fic.
Trent is pissed, but he got a hold on his temper. Is he going to use Rachels gift as he was told?

What about Ceri and her daughter?
When is Al going to be back in the story, and what will he do? Somehow I can't imagine him being happy about Trent and Rachels plan.

Well see what happens next ^^.