ITTTTT'S BAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK! Unfortunatley my updates will be less regular because I don't have my own computer anymore. I have to share. Boo. Enjoy!
I stepped back from Brittany's embrace and turned to Santana. "So what, you dabble in exorcisms now?" She smirked at me. "So what, you dabble in monster fighting now?" she mocked me. I narrowed my eyes at her. She hadn't changed at all. Brittany spoke up. "We don't just do exorcisms. Coach taught us how to do lots of stuff!" "Like what?" Wes asked, wary. "Like bring your half dead friend back to life, okay? Don't question us too much." the Latina snapped. "Yep! We have a contract! We can't reveal anything to the person or persons that require service!" Brittany explained. Santana face-palmed.
"So, to be clear, are youtwo creatures or not?" David asked from his bed. "And what if we are?" Santana siad, glaring. I heard Wes audibly swallow behind me. "Don't be afraid of them, guys." I said, raising my eyebrows at them. Challenging them. "Oh you really shouldn't have done that, Porcelain." She held out her hand and muttered under her breath. I couldn't understand it, but it sounded a lot like Latin. "San..." Brittany warned, but Santana kept muttering. Slowly, her eyes turned a dark, inky, purple. Wes screamed.
I turned to watch him grab David's hand, pull him up out of his bed and run as fast as his legs could carry him out the infirmary door. Nick, Jeff, Dylan and I stood our ground. "I'm not afraid to fight you!" I said forcefully. She smiled and said. "Good. Because you shouldn't be afraid of that. You should be afraid of this!" At her words, a dark blck substance came out of her fingertips like ink. I stepped away from them (and the magic- it was slowly creeping towards me) and back next to Dylan, with Nick and Jeff on my other side.
"Santana? What is that?" I asked her, not taking my eyes of of the mass that was now halfway between her and me. "Someone here must be a Harry Potter fan. Anyone?" Dylan and Jeff looked at each other before looking at Santana. "Excellent. Now can one of you tell me what a boggart is?" Jeff gasped and stared at the black ooze as if it had fangs. Dylan, always the practical one, answered in a shaky voice. "A boggart is a creature that takes the form of what you fear most." Santana nodded. "The spell I just cast is like a boggart. Once that energy touches you, it will become what you're most afraid of."
We all took an unconcious step back as the ooze- or spell- came ever closer. "Santana." I said. "I'm sure you aren't supposed to be doing this." The witch just retracted her hand to watch her spell progress. I stepped foward to slap some sense into her (...literally) only to have the substance lash out around my ankle. It was freezing. So cold I could feel it freezing my leg through my jeans. I watched as it seemed to grow until it was as tall as me, if not taller. It looked as if it was in the form of a... person.
My eyes widened and jerked my leg away from a tendril of energy that was holding me in place just as the spell-Tueur whipped his head around to grin at me. I backed up until I felt Dylan's chest against my back. Brittany looked between my fearful face and the shadowy demon once or twice. Santana was grinning maliciosly at me. That is, until the blond placed a hand on her shouler. "San..." she said softly. Santana shook her head and held her hand back out so that the faux demon dissapeared into the ground. "Sorry," she muttered. "sometimes I can get a little carried away..."
I was about to reply when Wes burst back in the room, sans David. He looked completely elated. That is, until he saw that Brittany and Santana were still here. "I- um... uh-" he stammered. "Spit it out, Wes!" I snapped. Santana had effectively put me in a bad mood. He focused on me (most likely to ignore the girls) and said the words that would change everyone's day for the worst. "We've got a mission!"