Author's Note: I'm not dead! Woo hoo! I just had some bad writers' block. Anyways…
Okay, you know how they said evil!Dybbuk was older…? How old does that make him?
The future stuff's in bold, BTW.
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"I told you. Now leave me alone," Buck seethed.
"Hmm," Iblis thought. "That wouldn't be a good idea, son."
"And quit calling me that!" Buck yelled.
"You remember Philippa Gaunt, don't you?" Iblis ignored Buck as his lips formed into a thin, cruel smile.
"Wha-What did you do to Phil?" Buck asked, angry.
"Me? Nothing. You? Everything," Iblis chuckled.
"You know I'd never hurt a friend!"
"I hardly believe you consider her a friend," Iblis said. "Considering what you plan on doing with her," Iblis laughed evilly.
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"Bu-Dybbuk?" Philippa corrected herself as she stepped into his study. She wasn't sure what to say after their last encounter, but didn't want Dybbuk to get the wrong impression.
"Phil. Looks like some dimrods are looking for you," Dybbuk laughed. "And by that I mean your uncle Nimrod."
Well… Dybbuk always did have that uncanny ability to kill a joke… Philippa thought.
She tried to find the words to express how she felt right now. Never before did she feel such an attraction to Dybbuk. Sure, when they first met she had a little crush, but nothing more. And that's when he was good…
Philippa had always had a strong distaste for evil, but Dybbuk's changed self was somehow drawing her closer. She knew she should try to keep the distance between them, but every time she saw him she wanted to come closer.
Maybe it was her natural curiosity. Maybe it was something else…
"Uh, you standing there for a reason?" Dybbuk asked.
"Yes. Well, um, I, uh…" Philippa couldn't find the words. "I don't want to give you the wrong idea about me," she sighed.
"Which would be…?" Dybbuk asked, obviously aware of what Philippa was speaking of, but couldn't bring himself to not milk it up.
"You know what? Never mind," Philippa shook her head. She turned, but Dybbuk sharply grabbed her wrist so that she was pulled back to him. She would have fallen had he not caught her.
"Urm," Philippa squirmed. His muscular arms had engulfed her, but instead of pushing away, she inched closer. She kinda liked being held in his arms.
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"What? What do you mean?" Buck's eyes were wide.
"Think back a few years ago. Who killed you?" Iblis asked. "Yourself," he said, a flash of evil in his eyes.
"Killed?" Buck croaked.
"And who brought you back to life?" Iblis pushed. "Me."
"Y-You?"
"So I suggest you help me kill you. Well, not you. Your twin."
"Why would I do that?"
"Many reasons, dear son. But let's start with Philippa Gaunt."
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Philippa sighed as she left Dybbuk's 'office'. What she supposed to do? Philippa sincerely wanted to help him, but in all honesty, he scared her.
His plans, his behavior, his thoughts. Was she really going to risk it all to try to bring Buck back?
Philippa didn't have time to think though; she needed to act right away. It was as if every moment, Dybbuk grew more evil.
So, what was she to do?
Should she risk her well-being in order to attempt helping the poor boy? Or should she just stay out of it all until Uncle Nimrod and John came to her aid?
"Dybbuk," Philippa started.
"Two visits in two hours! Wow, I feel lucky. What's the occasion?" Dybbuk looked up at her.
Phil swallowed, "I know you don't like talking about your past, but… Is Buck still there?"
Dybbuk looked through her, as if to search for her intentions. "No," he replied coldly. "Buck's gone."
"No, he's there!" Philippa continued. "If Buck was truly gone…"
"Then what? He's not a part of me anymore," Dybbuk responded, slightly annoyed.
"Yes, he is!" Philippa insisted. "You're not evil! That's only what Iblis has brainwashed you into thinking! You might have done some horrible things, but you can change!" Philippa cried.
Iblis walked into the room, disrupting Philippa and Dybbuk's 'intimate' moment. "Well, well…"
"Go away," Dybbuk growled, his patience was really running thin. He rubbed his temples, trying to soothe his headache.
"I don't think so," Iblis chuckled. "I won't have you interfering with my plans any longer, Philippa Gaunt," Iblis flicked his wrist and she was thrown against the wall, unconscious.
"What did you to her? Are you crazy!" Dybbuk yelled, approaching Iblis.
"Not crazy. Just evil," Iblis smirked. He flicked his wrist again and Dybbuk too was knocked out.
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"Urgh," Philippa groaned. She sunk down into the silk sheets as she clutched the blanket to herself. Her eyes fluttered open and a dark realization sunk in.
She was naked.
Philippa's eyes went wide as she brought the blanket to her chest. She looked over on the other side of the bed to see Dybbuk fast asleep. He was in the same state as she was.
Philippa swallowed.
Did we just sleep together? Why don't I remember any of it…?
She slowly climbed out of bed, carefully trying not to wake Dybbuk up. She would deal with the awkward-ness later.
"Huh?" Dybbuk mumbled. He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He turned over to Philippa, who was clad in a blanket, making her way to the bathroom. She was frozen in step.
"Hey," Philippa laughed nervously. "Um…"
"Wow, I wished I remembered last night," Dybbuk laughed as he ran a hand through his shaggy black hair.
"Me too," Philippa mumbled. "Wait… How come neither of us remembers it? I don't think we were drunk…"
Dybbuk smirked, obviously enjoying Philippa's discomfort.
"Iblis!" Philippa's eyes widened. "That bastard!"
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"Fine. I give. I'll help you," Buck replied, his head hanging.
"I knew you'd listen to reason," Iblis smiled his cruel smile.
"Just tell me… What did he do to Phil?" Buck asked.
"He raped her. She's pregnant with his child," Iblis chuckled.
Buck was horrified. Horror soon turned to anger. "When do we start?"
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"Urgh," Philippa wiped her mouth. She rinsed the taste of vomit from her mouth and groaned.
"What's with you?" Dybbuk asked. "You look like shit."
"Thanks," Philippa said sarcastically. "I don't feel good…"
"Well I figured that much," Dybbuk sat beside her. "Can I get you anything?"
"Actually," Philippa started. "Right now, chocolate pickles would really hit the spot."
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It didn't take Philippa long to realize what had happened to her. After a few days, it became painfully obvious.
Right now, she was torn. Should she tell Dybbuk about the child? Should she stay quiet about it? Either way, he was bound to find out. Better sooner than later…
"Dybbuk," Philippa said. "We need to talk."
"No, no, no!" Philippa sighed. She looked into the mirror in which she was practicing with. "Dybbuk. I'm pregnant."
"ARGH!" Philippa cried. "This isn't going to work…"
"What isn't going to work?" Dybbuk asked as he walked into the room.
"NOTHING!" Philippa cried.
"…"
"Sorry," Philippa sighed. "I'm just a little…"
"It's okay," Dybbuk hugged her.
Philippa melted into his embrace. She didn't let go. "Why are you being so nice?" she asked as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Well, I kinda heard your conversation with the mirror," Dybbuk smiled apologetically.
Philippa didn't reply. She was just staring off into the distance.
"Phil?" Dybbuk whispered. "You there?"
Philippa looked at him and gave a small smile. "Yeah," she said softly. "If you were 'evil' you wouldn't be so nice to me, you know…"
"Yeah," Dybbuk said, not really paying attention what she said.
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"So Dybbuk has her…" Nimrod said. "I was worried about this."
"Why didn't you say anything?" John asked, upset that his uncle kept something important like this from him.
"I didn't want to unnecessarily worry you, because I didn't realize he would follow through with his actions," Nimrod explained. "I realize I was wrong, now, though."
"How did you know about it?" John asked.
"It's an old djinn legend. I don't remember all of it, but I think I know how it ends; how the djinn princess gets saved at the end…"
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"You're not really stuck here, are you?" Buck asked as rubbed his wrist, trying to get feeling back into them. He had just been untied from the chair he was attached to.
"You're starting to catch on," Iblis replied.
"Then why don't you leave?" Buck asked.
"I want to rid myself of your evil counterpart before I return to my old life," Iblis responded.
"Okay," Buck narrowed his eyes, not believing a word Iblis said.
"Let me show you something," Iblis led Buck down a hallway. The whole time, Buck was on his toes; no way was he letting his guard down around Iblis.
They approached a grandfather clock and Iblis opened it and pulled on the pendulum. The clock moved to the side and allowed entrance into another corridor.
"What is this, Batman?" Buck asked sarcastically.
A glowing orb was at the end of the hall.
"This is a lost djinn artifact," Iblis started.
"How can it be lost if it's right here?" Buck asked.
"Details," Iblis mumbled. "Anyway, I want you to take a peek into the future. This artifact allows you to do so," he explained.
"Why do you want me to see the future?" Buck asked, suspicious of Iblis's motives.
"I want you to see what your other self has done, what he will do," Iblis chuckled.
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The future was a wasteland. Dark, heavy, dust clouds filled the skies; the waters were murky and black. The buildings that once stood tall had crumbled and were nothing more than specks of dust.
There was one building, though. It stood high above the rest, obviously the residence of whoever did all of this to the city.
As the building came into view, Buck quickly realized it wasn't a building; it was a fortress. Behind the fortress lay a graveyard, littered with tombstones.
'Edward Gaunt; Mundane, but a great father'
'Layla Gaunt- She was a glamorous woman; wonderful person'
'Uncle Nimrod, as he was lovingly referred to as. RIP'
'Jenny Sachertorte- She never gave up hope'
'Faustina Sachertorte- The last and perhaps the greatest blue djinn'
'P. Gaunt. Loved by all. Her death was in vain'
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Buck held back tears. "This is the future?"
"Sadly, yes," Iblis said. "Unless we change it, that is."
Later that night, Buck snuck back into the corridor, alone, to give the orb a second look.
"Great. Looking into crystal balls," Buck muttered to himself.
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A tall, redheaded woman was standing on a crate. "We can't give up hope!" she cried.
A mass of people, crowded around her, cheered. Two little girls with black hair, not more than ten, ran up to the woman and hugged her.
A black-haired man approached the woman and kissed her softly. The two girls scampered off.
"We've got to do something. Dear old dad is onto us," he whispered. "We need to rally the troops and prepare and attack."
"Buck, we can't fight like this. I can't do this anymore," she said softly. "We've already lost Peony… How much longer until our other two triplets get murdered?" she held back tears.
"Phil, it won't be like this much longer. As soon as we get a blue djinn on the throne…"
"If you let me go as blue djinn…" Philippa cast her eyes downward.
"What about our girls? They won't have a mother."
"They wouldn't have to live like this, though… And they'd survive all of this for sure…"
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"Phil?" Dybbuk asked.
"Huh?" she answered.
"I'm gonna stay with you," he told her.
"Really?" Philippa looked him in the eyes.
"Yeah," Dybbuk replied, a smile creeping on his lips.
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