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Chapter Five: Research

Isadora walked into the library carrying two glasses of milk and yawned as sleep still trailed her movements. She gently closed the door behind her, as not to disturb the concentrating Klaus, and quietly sat in a chair. Klaus acknowledged her with a brief glance. Isadora placed a cold glass of milk on the table. "That's for you," she said, while sipping at her own.

Klaus nodded but didn't look up. Isadora stared. "You know, we could all do this research for you," Isadora suggested. "I mean, we all got some sleep last night. But you hardly got any at all." Klaus was silent, flipping through the pages of one of the many books around him. Isadora gave a silent, frustrated sigh. "It wouldn't hurt for all of us to study this and inform you on what we found out."

"I think I'd rather do it myself," Klaus said, flipping another page. Isadora's kind approach vanished. She sympathized for Klaus, but he needed to get a life.

"What's with you?" she cried. Klaus looked up.

"Excuse me?"

"Klaus, why can't you just accept help?" Isadora shouted. "We're not going to screw up! We'll be just fine!"

"I'm not worried about you screwing up," Klaus said, standing up. "I'm worried about me screwing up. Again." Klaus moved away to look for another book. Isadora softened and gazed at Klaus with concern.

"You mean how you didn't believe her?" Isadora looked down. "Klaus, I know you must feel guilty. But it really isn't your fault. No one believed her."

"But I was supposed to," Klaus said through clenched teeth. "I'm her brother." Isadora walked up to him and gently placed a hand on his arm. He turned to her. She looked into his eyes.

"This is not your fault," she said firmly. "You did not screw up. And Violet will be okay."

"I hope to death that you're right," Klaus sighed. Isadora smiled softly and hugged him.

"Get some sleep, Klaus," she said. "We'll handle the research."

"Are you sure?" Klaus asked, regarding her carefully. Isadora picked up a book and skimmed through the pages.

"Looks simple enough."

"Alright, I'll sleep. But don't let any information slip by you."

"You have my word," Isadora nodded. Klaus nodded and as soon as he left, Quigley, Duncan, and Sunny came rushing in. "I told you I could convince him," Isadora stated triumphantly. Sunny grinned, though Duncan and Quigley looked somewhat irritated that they couldn't convince Klaus themselves.

"Alright, come on, come on," Quigley urged, clapping his hands for emphasis. "We need to research fast!" Everyone nodded and rushed to the bookshelves.


Violet awoke and moaned. She felt awful. Everything was hazy, even her thoughts. She wondered where everyone was. Slowly getting up from her bed she walked toward the door. Her muscles were incredibly sore. She turned the doorknob and a wave of panic came over her as she realized it was locked.

When someone is panicked, they often don't stop to think about their situation, they only focus on getting out of it. Violet was not normally panicked, but because of the circumstances she was in, she couldn't help but panic. She yanked and turned the doorknob frantically, only wishing to be free.

"Someone, help me!" she screamed, tears pouring down her cheeks. "Please! Please, someone! Anyone!"

"Violet, it's alright," said a weary voice from behind the door.

"Klaus?" Violet pressed herself against the door, glad to hear someone. It calmed and relieved her immensely. "Klaus, the doors locked."

"I know," Klaus whispered. "You were rampant. We were all frightened, Violet. Please understand." Violet nodded and then realized Klaus couldn't see her.

"I do. I understand. I would do the same thing in your position." On the other side of the door, Klaus shook his head. It was amazing. One minute, Violet was shouting and throwing things and the next, she was talking in a practical manner.

"This possession stuff is some weird shit," Klaus muttered.

"Possession?" Violet repeated. Klaus was surprised.

"Yes," he said. "Don't you think that's what's happening here? We do. I mean, think about it, Violet. That night with the invisible presence, yesterday at the church, and last night… it all fits.

"Yeah," Violet murmured. "It does." They were both silent for a moment. Neither of them could believe what was happening, nor what they were saying. Before this, if someone asked them if they believed in demons, they would have had a good laugh. Now it was happening to them.

"Klaus…" Violet said finally. "I'm scared."

"I am too," Klaus whispered. "You appear to be alright for the moment though. Would like to be let out for a while?" Violet was about to say no. She didn't want anyone in danger on her behalf. However, she also didn't want to be locked in her room all day. Especially not alone.

"Yes, please." Klaus nodded and unlocked the door. Violet stepped out a bit shakily and Klaus felt that she looked so very different, particularly her eyes. "The others are downstairs in the library."

"Where are you going?" Violet inquired.

"To bed. I think Isadora will kill me if I don't." Violet grinned a little before walking downstairs. Klaus watched her go and then left to his room. When Violet arrived at the library, everyone was so busy researching they barely noticed Violet as she entered. Only when she drew close did they look up.

"Hello," Violet said, feeling very awkward. No one said a word. Violet looked down and turned to walk away. "Sorry, I'll just—"

"No, Violet, stay," Isadora said. Violet stopped but didn't turn back around. Isadora walked up to her friend and gently grasped her hand.

"I might hurt someone," Violet whispered, her eyes shimmering with tears.

"You'll be fine," Isadora assured her.

"We'll all be fine," Duncan added. Violet nodded and sat down with them all.

"So what have you found out?" Violet asked.

"Lots," Sunny said.

"We've read about cases of possession," Duncan said.

"And how and why they occur," Isadora said.

"And what can cast out the demon," Quigley said.

"Tell me," Violet said suddenly, looking at Quigley.

"An exorcism," he explained. "You may have heard of them. They're performed by a man of faith, so a priest basically. He chants so "words of God" and then the demon is sent away after it weakens."

"Let's do it," Violet said immediately.

"Hang on, Violet, let's not rush into it," Quigley warned.

"Why not?" Violet was a bit frustrated by Quigley's words.

"There is danger involved with it Violet," Quigley said gravely. "And there are things you must do for it to be a success."

"Like what?"

"Well, for one, you must stop using any drugs. That means the drugs you've been taking for your seizures. And I know your doctor wouldn't approve of that."

"Well, my doctor doesn't know anything about possession, does he?"

"I think we should speak with a priest first," Duncan said. "He'll know what to do, and if we're lucky, he might even perform an exorcism for Violet."

"I agree," Isadora nodded. Violet nodded too.

"Sounds like a plan," she said. The others nodded and began looking up the local churches. Violet was walking toward the door of the library, when she spotted a book lying on the floor. She assumed that the others had accidentally dropped it in their search. She picked it up and felt her stomach lurch when she saw the title. The Bible.

Violet's eyes seared with pain. She dropped the book. It opened when it fell and when Violet looked down, her eyes fell on those holy words. She felt herself losing control. The thing inside her felt like it was crawling into her arms and head. And then it wasn't her anymore.

Snatching the bible up, she began to rip it to pieces, screaming in an unearthly way all the while. She stuck one of the pages in her mouth and tore it apart. The others came rushing toward her. Violet, or should I say the thing inside her, turned toward them angrily. "You think an exorcism can save your friend?" she shouted in rage. "You think you can be rid of me?"

Then she was shouting in Latin again. "Come on, Duncan, we have to restrain her," Quigley said. Duncan looked at him incredulously.

"What?"

"Duncan, she might chuck something at our heads like last night! Now, come on, we need to get her to her room." Duncan nodded reluctantly and the two of them rushed forward and grabbed Violet's arms. She instantly started thrashing in their arms, shouting and screaming in what sounded like multiple voices.

"Go to hell you fucking demon!" Quigley cried. It only made the thrashing worse. Eventually Violet bit Duncan's hand and he let go. She used that opportunity to swing Quigley off of her. In that moment that she was free, Quigley thought he's never seen anyone so animal. "Grab her, Duncan!"

Duncan flew forward and held her tight. Quigley went in next and soon, they had her held pretty tight. "Come on, we need to get her to her room!" Duncan shouted, heading for the stairwell. They were eventually able to get her to her room. Quigley placed her on the bed, though she was still thrashing about.

When it was obvious she was going to run out as soon as they let go, Quigley sat on top of her, his legs pinning her arms down and Duncan sat on her legs. She struggled for a few minutes, but eventually passed out. Quigley and Duncan left the room, their hearts heavy with grief for their dear friend. They locked the door behind them.