Chapter 2- Demons and Exorcisms
I held the phone to my ear and took a deep breath. I could do this. The phone rang once, twice, three times.
"Hello?" said the deep voice of my father. "Who is this?" I panicked and hung up. I sank down to the floor with my head in my hands. What was wrong with me? I can't talk to my own father? No. This needed to be put right. I gritted my teeth and stood, shakily dialing my dad's number. I put the phone to my ear and waited. That time he answered after one ring.
"Who the hell is this?" My dad asked. I took a deep breath and fought off tears.
"D-dad?" I asked, my voice breaking. I heard a sharp intake of breath.
"Ally?" He sounded like he saw a ghost.
"Yeah, it's me, dad," I whispered. Silence on the other end.
"Holy crap…" He whispered in disbelief and relief. "I- Allison, I'm so sorry for chasing you away, I know how hard on you I was-"
"Dad, it's okay. I'm not mad anymore. I admit I was for a while, but not anymore. And anyways, I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have run away like that.
The point is, I miss you so much, and I'm so, so sorry," I rambled. I felt a tear slide down my face and I wiped it away with my hand.
"I miss you too, Allison. So does your mom," My dad said gruffly, the way he sounds when he gets emotional, which is very rare.
"Can I talk to her?" I asked.
"Sure, just a minute." My dad said. "Shannon!" I heard him yell to mom. "It's Allison! She's on the phone!" I heard faint footsteps running and then the sound of the phone being transferred.
"Allison?! Honey, it's really you?" My mom's voice asked, sounding excited and breathless.
"Yeah, it's me. I've missed you so much," I said.
"Honey, I've missed you too," My mom sounded like she was crying. "I've been so worried. How is everything? Are you doing okay?" She asked. For a second, I thought if they missed me so much and were so worried, how come they never called? But the thought only lasted for a split-second.
"Actually… No. Something's happened," I said carefully. I heard a sharp intake of breath.
"What? Allison, are you okay? What happened?" My mom asked, sounding panicked. I heard my dad's voice in the background, asking what was going on.
"I'm fine, Mom. Nothing happened to me," I reassured her.
"Oh tha-ank god. But what –kkk chkkk- then? What hap-pened?" My mom asked, her voice becoming staticky and choppy.
"Mom? What's going on? I- I think we're breaking up. Can you hear me?" I asked frantically.
"What? I -chkkk kkkkkk- hear me?" Static was taking over my mom's voice. I couldn't hear anything anymore.
"We're breaking up! I'll call you back!" I shouted, trying to make her hear me. I hung up my cell phone and ran to my car to find a payphone. Then I realized what was going on. An electrical storm.
"Crap!" I exclaimed, pulling my cell out of my pocket and dialing James' number.
"Come on, come on! Please work," I said frantically as I drove, hoping that the conversation wouldn't become static like the one with my parents did. Then James picked up.
"Hello?" James said.
"James! It's me, Allison. I need your address, quickly, before we start breaking up. I think there's a demon in my town," I said quickly. There was a second's pause on James' end before he gave me his address in a concerned voice.
"Thanks, be there soon," I told him, and hung up. The entire drive I was lost in thought, and when I finally reached my brother's house I raced up to the front door. I knocked frantically on his door and almost immediately he opened it. My brother was two inches taller than me, with brown hair and eyes. He was 24 years old, 3 years older than me.
"Allison, what happened?" He asked, pulling me inside. I quickly explained what happened, all the way to when my conversation with our parents ended. James' eyebrows creased together and he looked lost in thought.
"Yeah, that sounds like a demon. And Sam said to come to me?" James asked. I nodded. James clapped his hands together.
"Then it sounds like we have a case, little sis," James said. I smiled gratefully and hugged him.
"Thanks," I said. He patted my back sort of awkwardly. He, just like our dad, hated 'chick flick moments.'
"Don't mention it. Hey, I'm sorry about your boyfriend. We'll find him, I promise," He assured me. I nodded.
"Now, how're gonna find this son of a bitch?"
James and I were in his car, listening to some old band from 2013 called Imagine Dragons. There was a book on exorcising demons in the trunk, along with a knife that could kill demons that was my 16th birthday present, along with several guns and some other stuff so we could catch the damn thing. We were heading back to my town to find the demon that was there when I left, because it was the only lead we had. As we got closer to my town, the clouds got thicker, until finally we saw a crack of lightning.
"This is one helluva storm," James said. I agreed nervously. We reached my house, and got out of the car, carrying our weapons and other supplies inside. I used red spray paint to draw devil's traps at almost every entrance of the house, then covered them with rugs and whatever I could. We needed to trap it if we wanted answers. James lined any entrances I missed with salt, and then we waited.
An hour passed. Two. I was beginning to lose hope. James had turned on the TV and was watching reruns of shows, when the electricity began flickering. The TV turned on and off, same with the lights. I picked up my knife and held it tight. I heard thunder raging outside, and the electricity turned off. I checked the signal on my phone. Nothing.
"You smell that?" James whispered. I nodded.
"Rotten eggs," I replied just as quietly.
"Showtime," He said, pulling out a bottle of holy water. We walked to the front door, where we heard footsteps. James held out an arm in front of me, silently warning me to be careful.
The door flings open. A man with black eyes stands in the doorway, grinning sinisterly.
"If it isn't little Ally and Jamey Winchester, all grown up," it said. I clenched my jaw and gripped my knife tight. The demon noticed and made a 'tut-tut' sound.
"Now Ally, there's no need for that, I'm just here to talk," The demon said in a fake hurt voice. "All of you Winchesters are so rude." James barked a sarcastic laugh.
"Just here to talk? Okay, come on in. Let's talk," He said. The demon smiled and made to step forward. My heartbeat quickened. Come on, just one step.
Then it stopped and looked down. I held my breath as it kicked away the rug, revealing the devil's trap. Dammit, I thought. The demon looked up angrily.
"A devil's trap? Seriously? You really think I'm that stupid?" It said, and disappeared. I heard a sound in the chimney, and suddenly the demon was there, crawling out of the fireplace. It grinned and stood, and began walking towards us, when it suddenly stopped. Confused, it looked up. There was a devil's trap on the ceiling. The trap worked.
"No, we don't. That's why we fool proofed the place," James said. He uncapped his holy water and stepped forward. "Where's the demon that stole Alex Mason?" James asked. The demon showed fear for a second, then collected itself and sneered.
"Like I'd tell you," it scoffed. James splashed holy water on him, and the demon screamed in pain as steam rose off his body. He snarled at James, breathing heavily.
"Torture me all you want, you're not getting a thing out of me," it growled. James nodded to me and I pulled out the old, leather-bound book. I opened it to the right page and began reading.
"Exorcziamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica..." As I spoke the Latin words, the demon started twitching and muttering. James held up a hand, and I stopped.
"Now, again, where is Alex Mason being held?" James demanded. The demon just laughed, blood trickling from the corner of its mouth.
"You're bluffing. You just want to scare me into telling me. I've been around a while, Winchester. I know all the tricks. And I ain't falling for it," The demon murmured. James laughed.
"I'm afraid this is no bluff. We will send your ass straight back to hell if you don't tell us," He told the demon. He nodded at me, and I continued reading.
"Ergo, draco maledicte et omnis legio diabolica, adjuramus te..." The demon was shivering and moaning, its monstrous black eyes wide.
"Cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs-"
"NO!" The demon screamed, and I stopped. The demon was still shaking and it glared at James.
"How do I know..." it stammered, "How do I know that you aren't lying? How do I know you won't… Send me back… Regardless if I tell you or not?"
"I give you my word," James said. The demon nodded and closed its eyes.
"California… He's in California…" it said.
"Where in California?" James asked. The demon shook its head.
"I don't know…"
"Where in California?!" James shouted.
"I told you!" It shouted back angrily, lunging forward.
"Allison!" James stormed, and I continued chanting;
"Venenum propinare... Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis…"
"I SWEAR! I SWEAR I DON"T KNOW!" The demon screamed, sinking down to its knees. Its mouth dripped with thick crimson liquid.
"You don't know?" James confirmed. The demon looked up at my brother with as much contempt and hatred as possible.
"That's what I just told you, scumbag," It said. James sneered at the demon. I had never seen my brother so frightening, and it startled me. James turned to me.
"Finish him," he said. The demon looked startled.
"What? I told you everything I know! You- you swore! You gave me your word!" the demon protested with fear and fury in its black, unforgiving eyes. James turned back to the demon.
"I lied." And then he turned and left. The demon screamed, begged for mercy as I finished the ritual.
" Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt... Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos." I finished, and the demon threw its head back and opened his mouth wide, and as it screamed black smoke poured out and sank into the flour, leaving a man passed out on the floor. I put down the book and ran forward, checking the man for a pulse. I felt it, a faint buh-bump. Buh-bump. The man opened his eyes, which were now brown.
"That thing... That thing was inside me. I was trapped in my own head, forced to watch myself kill my family, my friends… so many people…" He murmured. I creased my eyebrows.
"Everything's going to be alright, sir," I lied. "James, call the hospital," I yelled over my shoulder. I half-dragged, half-walked the man to my couch, where he passed out. James came in a moment later.
"An ambulance is on their way. In the meantime, we need to get gone. To California," James told me. I nodded, and, with a last look at the man, walked with my brother out to the car.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, I'm not sure if you can tell, but this chapter was inspired by the episode of Supernatural where they exorcise Meg (sorry, I can't remember the name of the episode). I just wanted to tell you guys so no one comments about how I 'copied it' or whatever. Anyways, I hope you guys like the story so far, and I hope you keep reading as I tell the story of Allison and James Winchester:)