A/N: I don't own AATC.
Chapter Nine: She's a Demon
Darkness. Endless darkness.
And then a small pinpoint of light. Growing closer and closer and…
NO! I'M NOT GOING! I WON'T!
Jeanette fought the pulling of the light and her eyes burst open. She screamed.
"Shit!" Alvin muttered, woken up by his daughter's desperate screaming. He pelted into her room and yanked back the curtains of her four-poster bed. Then he screamed, too.
The Bible – where was that damn Bible she'd been given at school for some reason? It must be somewhere. He tore the books off the bookshelf and finally found it. He walked back towards the – what the hell was it?
He held the Bible in front of himself and his daughter. The – the thing, whatever it was, slowly backed off. Then Brittany came into the room.
"Get out!" Alvin mouthed to her, but the thing had already seen his wife.
Desperate, trying to defend all three of them, Alvin threw the Bible at it. That seemed to make it angry.
Doors banging. Windows rattled in their frames. Objects flying about the room.
Alvin picked up a bag and tipped some of his daughter's clothes into it. She grabbed her handbag, her glasses and something else. Alvin and Brittany did the same in their room, and fled the house. They climbed into the car, terrified, and Alvin drove away fast.
"Where are we going?" Brittany asked.
"Somewhere safe," Alvin said. "Get some rest."
Brittany settled down to sleep, and so did Jeanette, but sleep wouldn't come. Every time she closed her eyes, she kept seeing that face.
A burnt, rotted fave, bleeding and broken and beaten. And covered in dirt. Even those plaited pigtails were ruined.
It was Juliet. Everything snapped into place.
The car pulled up outside a large apartment building.