"We could start looking from where we saw it last...in the Bering sea?"
"The ship was fixed, it could have travelled anywhere by now!"
"-We could at least try Mike, have some faith...jeeze it's like you not even interested in finding your own daughter!"
Dodge jumped up. "Don't you ever say that I don't care for my daughter, I just think we should inform the authorities, they might give a nation wide search party!"
"A nation wide search party? They won't do that, anyway this is between us and Jack, the authorities won't believe that a man who is a servant of the devil kidnapped our daughter, and is now imprisoning her on a ship which supposed to have sunk over 50 years ago, I mean come to think of it I don't believe it, but I know for a fact it's true, so I'm gonna go out myself and find her." Maureen took a breath.
Dodge sighed, and sat down on the bed. "When we do come up against Jack, what are we supposed to do?... Command him to give us our daughter back, because he won't without a fight?"
"-What do you suggest, we form a demon slaying cult, or look up some serious demon-ass kicking voodoo?"
He looked up at his wife, his eyes rounded. "That's not quite a bad idea."
Maureen cocked her eyebrow. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, we could research it on the net, or in the library, and I'm sure there must be some spiritual people out there that must of heard of 'the soul collector'?" Maureen considered it to be a good starting point, and nodded.
Antonio Graza...
Catrina stood there staring after Jack who had just backed out of the room. When she sensed his presence was gone, she placed a hand on her chest, her heart was banging hard against her rib cage. She sighed as her breath caught up with her. Jack's very essence had stirred her very soul, even though she loathed him with passion, there was something about him that was overpowering, and made her knees buckle at the sight of him or his slightest touch. When she looked into his eyes she could see a deep desire which frightened her. She mentally slapped herself for feeling and thinking such a thing. Catrina then decided to take out her frustration on the things around her, she picked up a vase and through it at the mirror on the dressing table.
Jack strode down the corridor, soon as he entered his room he kicked a chair and sent it flying into the wall opposite, it splintered instantly. He was near the edge of his tether, he had actually agreed on a last deal before leaving a room, and he had walked out of a room without even considering satisfying himself. It then dawned on him; he was becoming infatuated with Catrina and he wasn't sure if he liked it, it corrupted him. Jack ran his fingers through his hair, to calm himself, then an evil smile spread on his face, a little voice in his head spoke.
'You don't have to like it, it's called lust, when it hits you, you make a grab for the opportunity, and the person doesn't have to want it as well, you could force yourself on them.'
He embraced himself as he felt his old self returning. Suddenly he felt the other side of him, he began to shake his head. 'Never Jack, that's rape.'
'-Why should you care!'
'-I don't care...I just don't think I have to have sex to satisfy my needs, I'm not an incubus!'
'But you will be someday...'
'Don't be pathetic...when I've filled my quota I'll throw a party in limbo and get promoted-'
'-You will automatically become an Incubus.'
'GO TO HELL...-...Gladly, wait I'm you sooo... if I go back...you'll have to come with me.'
Jack took his coat off and let it slip to the floor, putting an end to the conversation with himself. He cracked his neck, and exited the room, it was time to check on Catrina.
(Can't you just imagine the jaws theme tune playing right now)
Down the corridor...
Catrina stood clutching her torn pillow in the middle of a cluttered room, her hair was a disarray and it looked like she had been rolling around in a chicken coop, for her hair wasn't just sticking up at different angles, it was speckled with pillow feathers. She panted heavily, as she glared about her. The silk sheets were ripped down the middle, and the frame of the bed itself was on it's side. Catrina heard the turning of a door handle behind her, and she lobbed the remains of her pillow in that direction. Shecouldn't help but smile at Jack's stunned expression as the pillow bounced off his chest. She went back to her serious calm look when she remembered why she had became frustrated.
"What the fuck has happened in here!" He exclaimed, putting on his scary face.
"Oh...I was just showing the place how much I loved it!" She said sarcastically, folding her arms.
Jack approached her slowly, stepping on bits of broken mirror to get to her. He smirked as a flicker of fear passed across her face . 'Damn she looks hot with sex hair!' He thought, he noticed Catrina cautiously edging away.
He began to pick out the feathers from her blondie brown locks. "You do realise if you've damaged your bed, you'll have to come and sleep with me." She jumped back, appalled at his statement.
"The bed's not damaged it's just messed up and I can easily tidy that up!"
"What about the sheets and the pillow?"
"I can sleep without them!" Catrina scowled.
Jack put on a fake hurt look. "That's a shame, we could have snuggled up real close." He speedily enclosed his arms around her arms and pulled her in close, she struggled against him, bashing her arms against his shirt.
"Let go of me...we had a deal!" Her voice got muffled as he pushed her head further into his chest.
"Oh don't worry this isn't man handling it's called an affectionate embrace."
"No it's not...now let go you're suffocating me!" Catrina gasped in panic. He let go immediately and she leaped back into the dressing table. "Ow fuck!"
Jack wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Is that a request?"
"No...go to hell would be a request!" She said through clenched teeth, rubbing her back in pain.
"Oh how little you know.. my sweet." Jack took a step towards her, wetting his lips.
She narrowed her eyes. "Stop looking at me like that!" She said it as an order, and surprisingly he stopped, his face mellowed into an innocent face, and he pursed his lips, and looked off to the side. She could tell by the way his cheek bulged out, that he was gritting his teeth.
Jack left the room mumbling. 'You'll want me before tomorrow's out."
Catrina's head remained facing the place where Jack once stood. She put her hand to her now flushed cheek. She had never felt so uncomfortable in her life, it was kind of an arousing uncomfortable feeling. Catrina rubbed between her eyebrows. 'What...was he somehow forcing me to make the first move?' She thought.
At the top deck...
Francesca filed her nails, while leaning on the railings. She looked up when she felt a twinge in her hand. Jack walked over to her. "I want a word with you?" He said nastily, cracking his knuckles.
Francesca looked nervously at him. "Is this to do with Catreena?"
"Yes, it is actually...why wasn't she in her room when I got back?" He put hands either side of her on the railings, leaning towards her face.
"I tried but she was not listening to me.. I tried to move her, but she wouldn't budge, and she started asking questions!"
"Questions-" He tipped his head innocently. "You didn't give her answers did you!" He grabbed hold of her throat, Francesca looked taken aback.
"I-I-I didn't know what to say, so allz I said was you tormented our very souls." Francesca whimpered slightly as he tightened his grip on her deathly cold throat. "But-she d-d-doesn't know, she just thinks it's a...it's a, figure of speech."
Jack released her and she rubbed her neck, still trying to figure out how he managed to do that. "Has she asked the date of your death?"
Francesca recapped with remorse. "No, but she did ask how you got to land and back so quickly?"
"And how the hell did she know I was inland?"
"I don't know...one of the ozers must of told her!" Jack began to click his teeth together as he paced the deck. "Jack, why are you worried about tellings her? I'm sure if you told her she would never want to disobey you again"
Jack continued pacing, he would have told her, but there was a slight chance of her running around cowering from him. 'Why should I care?...I want her to fear me' He then paused. 'Or do I?' He then considered if he really had started to develop feelings for her, then he shook it off. 'It's not love...it's non-affectionate, animalistic lust.' He nodded in agreement with himself, and turned towards the Italian woman.
"Because my dear, she might get worse than she is now, and jump off board in terror, anyway I'd like to have a bit a fun with her first."
"Why not chain her to the bed, tell her, then have your fun with her?" She went back to filing her nails. "It's not like you haven't done it before?"
Francesca hurtled back, as Jack wagged his finger at her. "I told you not to mention that." He turned his back on her considering it with relish, then he shrugged his shoulders, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
He folded his arms and turned towards her. "Francesca...how would you get someone that doesn't like you, to have sex with you?"
"Willingly?"
"Yeah."
"Well the only way to do that is to get the person to like you."
"There's got to be an easier way, a quicker way." His pale blue eyes drifted to the corners.
Francesca slunk up to Jack, placed both hands on his shoulders and leaned into him. "There is lust, lust can be created even when there's hate present." Jack gave off a devilish smile, as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Jack's lips were centimetres away from hers. "What you mean like how your feeling right now?"
"Ci, you need to stir her senses."
"Oh but her senses are hard to stir, what do you suggest?"
Francesca turned her back on him, and slipped her gloves on. "You won't need to stir her senses... she just needs to see you stirring."
Jack smiled evilly as they walked along the deck, a plan had began to foil in his mischievous brain.
"So are you going to get started?" Francesca interjected.
"No not yet, I think I'll just hang around with her for a bit, real gentleman like." Jack shoved his hands into his pocket and de-materialized, as Francesca passed through a wall.
Dodge made his way up the stairs with a cup of coffee in his hand, he approached Maureen's and his room, and pushed the door ajar. As soon as it opened 4 inches the door immediately slowed down and began to knock over stacks of paper. He poked his head around the door, the room was entirely cluttered with papers and leaflets, it was that bad, not a single piece of carpet or furniture could be seen.
"Err...honey? I brought you some coffee." Mike called. Maureen's head appeared over the top of an over piled stack.
"Oh thanks!" She said gratefully. "Bring it in."
Mike looked about him, as he pushed the door half way, which caused 3 piles to topple over. "You've got to be kidding me?"
He tried his best not to step on stuff as he approached Maureen, but something always crumpled under his feet. He handed her the cup. "Have you got anything?"
"Surprisingly...yes." She put her coffee down after taking a small sip. "All demons can appear in human form and most demons collect souls to gain more power, there are many types which rely on souls, but have entirely different powers...like err...this one. "Maureen grabs a random bit of paper and hands it to Dodge.
"A Capito demon, is a demon which can create fantastic illusions that can fool all the 5 senses. Depending on the degree of powers, now that's definitely Jack!" He hands her back the paper.
"Ah-but the thing is, Jack has more than one power, so he could be a Cedo."
"-Cedo?"
"A demon which can change or shape shift." Maureen stated rather perplex. Dodge stared at her blankly. "Then there's the Escensio...a teleport, but it says here it can't travel over open water using it's power, which is confusing, so I think he is an Eleskron which is similar to an Escensio but doesn't have to see where there going, and can travel over water."
"-Maureen, as much as I would love to go over the whole demon encyclopaedia, we only really need to find out one thing...which is how to kill it." Mike interrupted.
Maureen began to sift through the papers again. "I was just getting to that, if I keep finding more species of demons, the harder it's going to be to find a way to kill them." Maureen tapped a pile on it's side on the floor to neaten it. "Have you found anything?"
"Yes, it occurred to me he might not be a demon, but a human being possessed by a demon, so I researched exorcism."
"Yer what!"
"Exorcism, you know removing evil spirits from a person by driving it out using the power of god."
"-I know what exorcism means, but I don't think it applies to Jack." Maureen stood up, and folded her arms. "So that's all you've got?"
"No, I've got a list of demons I need to go through." Dodge put on his reading glasses, his wife couldn't help but smirk.
"Hit me."
Dodge went through the whole list, pausing when Maureen asked what they did. "What the hell is a Incubus?"
"You don't wanna know" He mumbled in reply.
"I think you'll find that I do." Maureen made a grab for the piece of paper, but her husband pulled it out of her reach. "Mike, if that piece of paper has the right definition to fit Jack, it will be the answer to all of our prayers, now gimme!" She gleefully snatched the paper out of his hand, and skim read it. Dodge looked nervously at her, by the time Maureen had finished reading the page she had the look of horror on her face. She sank down on the bed. "The demon itself feeds off sexual energy, mainly given off during sexual intercourse." Her hand holding the paper, fell to her lap.
Dodge sat down, placing an arm around her. "Maureen...listen to me, I don't think Jack's an incubus, if he was, he would of been draining us on the arctic warrior years ago...I was lusting after you then, you know?" Maureen nodded, with a red tint in her cheeks.
"Incubus or not I don't want him anywhere near my baby, he'll still harm her in someway or another." Her voice was calm. "I just want to get to her as soon as possible Mike."
Her husband shook her affectionately and kissed her on the forehead. "We will, I think we should fly to Alaska, then hire a boat, 'cause I don't want to sail all the way there...it'll take too long."
Maureen nodded, she reached her hand up to Dodge's, which was rested on her shoulder. "I just hope Dad will be okay to go, I know he has the mind of a younger man, but he hasn't got a body like he used to."
Catrina lay in bed, with the torn covers pulled up to her chest, her stomach groaned with hunger. She tossed and turned until she drifted asleep. As soon as Catrina closed her eyelids, she saw that she was standing outside her primary school. She scratched her head in confusion. Catrina looked to the side, and saw her friend Emma talking to her, but her lips were moving speedily as if someone had pressed a fast forward button, she couldn't hear a word she was saying, all she heard was garbled squeaks. Catrina opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. She started to hear her loud intake of breath, and her heart beat which was very rapid, the sound chilled her to the bone. Children around her were hurriedly walking by, on their way home.
The atmosphere suddenly went cold, everybody froze instantly in their positions. Catrina stared blankly at them, then she saw movement across the street. Her eyes locked with none-other than Jack's, his alien eyes narrowed evilly as he waved. She had never realised before...that Jack still looked the same as he did when he first started storking her when she was young, since it had been many years ago, she never had reflected on it. 'What the hell!' she finally thought. The place began to dissolve, it transformed into a garden littered with autumn leaves. Her bum met a bench, and her feet automatically shuffled some leaves. Catrina suddenly remembered feeling trapped and alone at the time. She heard her mum talking about her in the house a few yards away. She started to remember the creepy moments. Catrina continued to sit quietly, she shivered as she felt a hand caresses her cheek and tuck a strand of her behind her ear, she could hear Jack's silky voice whispering a disturbing song in her ear.
"Cradle falls, unholy walls Cradle falls...
-Silent in my sanity I live safe inside my cell In the darkness that surrounds me I see my own special hell Comfort in my suffering Feeling warm inside this pain Before I was coming down on me I come on down again."
She remembered almost every word. She didn't want to think back to any more. Catrina struggled to pull herself out of her dream. Her hair fanned out across the pillow as she turned in bed, not knowing Jack was lying next to her, stroking her hair, his lips gently brushed against her ear.
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