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Chapter 12
"Denique ego vos O everto venator! Ego exspecteram meus vicis tamen vae ego vos irretitus. Trucido vos ego vadum pro totus meus frater quisnam vos revertat vos nequam homo sapien." Is what is hissed into the darkness from mi Susannah's beautiful lips. However, this is not my Susannah; she doesn't know any Latin. CeeCee, David, Kate, and I see, with some difficulty, Susannah cowering over Stephen's stiff body. A small light is dancing off of Susannah's eyes, and they glow as red as the center of an inferno. My heart tears into tiny pieces.
The alley we are all in is dark, and I cannot even see CeeCee's, whom I'm standing next to, lavender eyes. There is a little light filtering in from the street, which we came from. Shadows make up Susannah and Stephen about halfway down the alley.
"What did she say?" David whispers to CeeCee.
"I think it was something like, 'Finally, I have you, demon hunter! I have been waiting, something-something trapped. Slay you, I will, for my brothers who you have deported, you worthless human being.'" Kate whistles.
"Wow, CeeCee," I say admiringly. "I didn't know you knew Latin."
"Well," CeeCee begins to gush, but then Stephen begins speaking in a rough bark.
"Go fuck yourself, Cockroach! Vos vadum nunquam victum mihi!"
"So you think, but tonight," the demon within Susannah says, "Callide will conquer you, and spill your blood! All Callide's brothers down in Hell will rejoice and tear the flesh from your blood-caked carcass. Angra Mainyu will be so pleased with me once Callide has rid us of you."
"Wow, this is so Constantine," Kate says from behind me. "But who is Callide and Angra whoever?"
Then Susannah attacks Stephen.
I shout and run towards them. Susannah is slashing at Stephen's clothing, desperately trying to get at his skin, while Stephen has a firm hold on her neck, keeping her at bay. Stephen's hand slips, and Susannah's claws sink into his skin. He yelps while Susannah smirks.
David comes up behind me, but I push him back and say, "Keep CeeCee safe. I will take care of this." David looks up at me, fire in his eyes, but he obeys me and steps back.
I take a hold on Susannah's waist and begin to pull her back. But she somehow gets out of my grasp and smirks at me.
"You again," she hisses at me, her breath making me cringe.
"Yes, demon, it is I, and I would appreciate it if you would go back to Hell!"
"Fuck you, Mediator," she shouts and claws at my chest. She rips my T-shirt off and then turns back to Stephen, who has gotten up off of the ground and gotten ready to fight.
I call for my ghost 'friends' in my head, and in an instant they appear.
"Heya Jesse."
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Peter and Michael step forward to greet me, but then they see Susannah and they stop. They realize that something is wrong.
"I need you two, to hold her down, while I help Stephen," I jerk my head towards Stephen, so they know whom I'm talking about.
"Sure thing Jesse!" They chorus and then attack Susannah. Without even lifting a finger, they both have her pinned to the ground and for a moment I feel the need to kill Peter and Michael, but then I remember that this is not mi querida that they are harming. I glance over at Stephen, who was ready to fight Susannah. He is startled at the sudden domination of Susannah.
Making sure that they have a strong hold on Susannah, I rush over to Stephen making sure he's okay.
"What the hell did you do, man?" Stephen asks me.
"I'm a mediator and I have ghostly friends, if you will."
"Man!" He says, "I'm a demon hunter and I got nothing!"
I chuckle at him, and then ask, "Are you okay?"
"Do I look okay, buddy?" Stephen asks rudely. "The bitch totally got me!" He looks down at his side, which is bleeding profusely.
"Why don't you go over to CeeCee," I point her out, "and she'll help you out with that."
Stephen says something like, "Thanks," and walks off towards CeeCee, and I can swear I see her blush when he greets her.
I turn back to Peter, Michael, and the demon. Her eyes are still glowing red, but now they look a little frightened. Then I realize that she can't see Peter and Michael. I smile down at her.
"Are you comfortable?" I ask her.
She looks up at me with a deathly stare. "You swine!" She shouts.
"That's all she's got?" Peter, only a young teenager from the eighties, asks.
"Dude," Michael, a twenty-three year old whom died in 1976, says, "She needs some practice on her insults. What are we back in ancient Rome or somethin'?"
I turn to Peter and Michael. "I will need your help in transporting her to my house. I need to do some research." They nod and then begin to work on levitating Susannah's body up in the air. I look around to find CeeCee, Stephen, and David, but they're nowhere to be seen.
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When we finally get back to my house, I bind Susannah tightly with ropes to my kitchen table. Peter and Michael promise to keep an eye on her, while I go into the next room and get on the Internet.
Once I'm logged on, I bring up and type in "Spanish exorcisms".
"Now, is no time to be surfin' the net, Jesse," Kate says from behind me.
Without turning around to face her, I say, "How nice of you to drop by. How are CeeCee, Stephen, and David?"
Kate sits down on the desk that my computer is on and studies her nails, "They're just peachy. Stephen's wound isn't that bad, but CeeCee has him in her hotel room, on the bed, making sure that he doesn't go anywhere."
"And David?" I ask as Google spits about a million hits at me.
"I walked him back to his house."
"Was he aware of the fact that you were with him?"
"Yeah, of course. I told him so." Kate says matter-of-factly.
I stop mid-click of my mouse, "What do you mean, 'told him so'?"
"I told him that I would walk him home," Kate shakes her head at me and mumbles something under her breath.
"How did you manage to do that?"
"I kinda really wanted to talk to him, so I kinda just imagined that he could hear me through his head, and vwalla! He heard me loud and clear. Although, he had to like actually talk to me, I couldn't hear his thoughts, but he could hear mine. Creepy, huh?"
I stare at her in shock.
"So, whatcha looking at?" Kate says and glances at the screen. "Exorcisms?" She asks me with a quizzical glance.
"I need to exorcise the demon out of Susannah's body."
"Oh…and you expect to do that with some Spanish chanting, cow blood, and candles?"
"Maybe," I say to her. It sounds ridicules when Kate sums it up so shortly. I shake my head at myself, and then place my elbows on the desk. What am I doing? I can't exorcise a demon out of Susannah's body! I don't even know if this will work! What if I mess up and harm Susannah some how?
I gasp out loud, and Kate gives me a weird look. "You okay?" She asks.
I run out of the room and into my bathroom. Splashing cold water on my face doesn't do much, but it gives me a little bit of time to think about how things could mess up for me.
"Stop thinking like that." Kate is suddenly sitting on the counter, which I am leaning on. "You need to have faith if you are even going to attempt something like this!"
I nod my head knowing that she is right. Padre would want me to have faith. He would instill faith in me so I was sure that what I was doing was the right thing. I yearn for his insight on life.
"I have faith in you, Jesse," Kate says while placing a manicured hand on my shoulder. I look up at her and smile.
"Thank you."
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I go over my checklist again in my head and make sure I have all thirteen candles and my chant perfect. Then I nod my head, and Kate makes the lights dim. Peter and Michael are standing in the doorway of the kitchen, staying to see the show.
Susannah stares at me, her eyes red and glowing. She doesn't say anything, but I can tell that the demon knows he or she is defeated.
I begin to smear the cow blood on my kitchen floor around the table, which Susannah is tied to. I take one last glance back at Kate, Peter, and Michael. Peter and Michael give me thumbs up; Kate gives me a smile and I return it. Turing around, I face Susannah again, and I am scared for her life. What if I do mess it up somehow? Would Susannah ever be the same if I did it right? Would she still be my Susannah?
Grasping onto the thought of seeing mi querida's eyes again, I step forward and take in a deep breath.
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AN: Sorry that my chapters are getting shorter, but I'm trying to make them better. (Hopefully they don't suck too bad.)