#12 – What Do You Expect From Me? I’m Only Demonic.

Oct. 31st

11:00 PM


‘You have no right!’ I screamed. ‘Jackie! This is my body, not yours!’

I don’t think I’d ever been this hysterical in my life.

“Shut up, Eve, shut up shut up shut up! I need to save my family. I can’t focus if you keep screeching in my ear.”

‘You are so dead once I kick you out of here.’

Jackie was currently walking down the street, hidden by the shadows. She had managed to sneak out of the mansion with the help of Matt. He was supposed to meet up with us later. Apparently, Jackie didn’t care to tell him I was talking to her in my head.

“You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll probably be grounded until the end of time. Or dead.”

It took a while, but I could finally see through my own eyes. I still couldn’t take back control over my limbs, but at least I could blink when I wanted to. It gave me little joy to know that I was re-linked with sight. Slowly, my limbs had to start working with me again.

Right?

‘Why did you have to possess me? You couldn’t have just asked me to do something?’

“No. It doesn’t work like that. The demons are…they’re planning something.”

‘Yeah, the raising of the Devil. Right? I overheard your parents talking about it at the huge Council meeting where you got grounded then.’

“It’s not just that.” My head shook back and forth. It was unnerving hearing my voice talking…to me. “The demons will instantly know that I’m a demon hunter if I went in my body. A soul possessing someone else’s body can be mistaken as a demon. It will be hard for them to tell. However, tonight, when all demons are let loose to wreck havoc before the arrival of the Devil, I can blend in. What’s one more demon out of millions?”

‘Just tell me what your plan is, or the second I’m regaining power over my body, I’m kicking you out so fast you won’t be able to tell what hit you.’

“Tsk, tsk. Threats? Eve, that’s not like you.”

‘Don’t parent me.’

There was silence as Jackie hopped over a locked gate. I wasn’t surprised that we had arrived in a cemetery. The sounds of crows cawing in the trees sent shivers up my spine. Just the idea of crows made the place five times more creepy. Somehow.

“We’re going to raise the Devil before they can, so we can destroy him.”

‘What?!’ My mind froze as we neared the tomb.

“And I’m going to need all the souls I can get to help me do just that.”

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#11 – Double Duty Time

Oct. 31st

9:00 PM


The real question is am I going to survive the night?

I am awake but I can’t see.

I can hear and I can feel myself moving. More like I can feel the air whipping through my hair and the cuts and bruises on my skin as I power through demons, cutting them down. Chopping of their rotting heads, their empty souls shrieking as they take to the air.

Wait.

What?

“Jackie, you can’t put Eve in danger like this!”

I winced. The voice was right by my ear. A little less noise, yeah?

“Well good thing you’re here to protect her, hm?” The voice muttered. That sounded kind of like Jackie. But her voice was weird. It wasn’t as high pitched as it usually was. Did she have a cough?

How long was I out this time?

“I’m here to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.” There was a pause where I was sure they were glaring daggers at each other. “And possessing Eve is very unwise. If this is just out of spite towards your mother then, I suggest you leave Eve out of your family drama.”

“She’s already a part of it, Matt. She was as part of it even before I became her roommate so don’t go throw that crap in my face saying it’s my fault.”

Matt sighed.

“It’s not.” Man, Jackie’s voice was loud. Louder than what I usually remember. She continued, “You knew her in middle school, right? Then high school? What really happened to her parents? When did they die? Why did you get moved to her hometown, Matt?”

More strained silence.

“This is bigger than any of us.”

“Then you don’t have to be involved!”

“Then who is? My parents?” Her voice lowered. “The demons are planning something that even they don’t know.”

“And, what? You know?” Matt snapped. Wow, I had never heard him ‘snap’ before. Matt didn’t get pissy. I did, sure, but Matt didn’t.

I cleared my throat and everything went silent again. ‘What’s going on?’

No one said anything. My voice didn’t make nearly as much sound as Jackie’s had.

‘Hello?’ I shouted.

“We’ve wasted enough time. Are you with me or not? Either way, I’m doing this. If I’m going to close that portal, I’m going to have to think like a demon.”

Matt sucked in a breath. “Don’t.”

“Which therefore means,” Jackie continued, “I have to be one.”

#10 – Try Not To Die This Halloween. Please.

Oct. 31st

5:00 AM


Halloween.

The most dangerous night of the year.

Also the day that the demon hunters go bananas.

Apparently, the barrier between the demon world and human world is weaker on All Hallow’s Eve. A big surprise given how Halloween is all about happiness and ponies with rainbows.

But honestly, based on all the lore and horror movies I’ve seen, I’m not that surprised. It’s kind of scary how unsurprised I am. Besides the whole being possessed to kill some demon hunter slayer person that was trying to kill me and shot my roommate.

Yeah.

Besides that.

“You’re grounded.”

(Yeah, Jackie didn’t turn into a zombie, sorry!)

“I refuse that! I didn’t do anything!”

“You ran away from home, rented an apartment, got a human roommate, and nearly killed said human roommate. Tell me, where the ‘I didn’t do anything‘ comes into play, because I am dying to know.”

I guess Jackie didn’t have a good response to that. I wouldn’t either. Honestly, I’d just be super happy to be grounded and not have to go out to face the scary monsters. I might not be surprised they were real, but that in no way meant I was ready to die by the hand of one. AND LET’S BE REAL, with absolutely no training, there was no way I could kill anything before it killed me.

Maybe an ant.

I could probably take on a kid. If this was some weird Hunger Games crap.

But a demon toddler?

“That’s not fair.”

“Jackie, I am your mother. Fair is not in my vocabulary.”

I had to give it to the woman. She was as terrifying as Satan himself. Maybe it was the double edged swords at her back and the spiked helmet and chain mail. If Jackie’s Mom ever went head to head with the Ultimate Demon Bad Boy, I wouldn’t be surprised if she kicked his sorry spiky little red ass.

“I deserve to be out there tonight, more than anyone. I’ve been following them for more than a month! I know where their hideouts are and I could even get an in if I need to! I’m willing to die to get what we need and you’re not even listening to -”

Enough!” Jackie’s Mom snapped, jolting to her feet. I swear ice froze over the tall windows in the conference room. She slammed her fist down onto the wood of the table and it splintered. “You already died once. I don’t think you are taking that seriously enough. You violated the sacred laws that have been set. Tonight, you will not leave this house. You will help us as much as you can here with the injured.” She turned to the rest of the room, eyes filled with cold fire as she sucked in a breath of air and raised her fist. “Tonight! WE FIGHT!”

Shouts rang out throughout the room and there were cheers as the rest of the hunters slammed to their feet, chairs toppling over as they bellowed out their approval.

Matt grabbed my arm and pulled me away to keep me from being trampled.

“They’re acting like this is a war,” I murmured. “How often do they gather like this?”

Matt looked on at the group of hunters with a calmness I couldn’t understand. “Tonight’s special. There’s only one like this every one hundred years.”

“Whoa,” I breathed out. My eyes found Jackie easily. She was the only one still sitting at the table. Her eyes remained on the table before her. She liked slightly dazed. “Jackie must be devastated.”

Matt didn’t say anything.

Eve, Jackie’s voice snapped around in my head and I grimaced.

“What!” I yelped. Matt’s hand tightened around my arm. He didn’t take his eyes from Jackie’s still form. His arm was tense and he looked about ready to pounce.

Jackie. It’s Jackie. I looked back at her. You need to help me. I can’t let them go into this alone.

Her eyes were closed so tight I could almost see the crinkle lines from where I stood at the other end of the room.

What? I repeated.

I’m sorry.

And yet another moment in time where I was met with darkness.

I don’t recall blacking out this much before when I didn’t have a roommate. 

#9 – If This is My Last Post, Find My Will

Oct. 30th?

I woke with a gasp, in the middle of my living room, Halloween decorations everywhere, adding to the destruction that was my life.

I’m really not sure how it seems like every one of my posts includes me waking up to chaos and destruction. Is there something wrong with me? Am I cursed?

My gasp immediately morphed into a bloodcurdling scream that I never knew I had. You know the types of screams you always pretend to scream but never fully commit when you’re goofing around with your friends?

Yeah.

I was no longer goofing around.

I don’t know if I would ever goof around again.

Was I dead?

I gulped in another breath of air, ready to scream bloody murder again when a hand slapped itself down on my mouth, cutting off my supply of air for a second, enough to startle me.

“What in the world are you doing?”

My eyes snapped open and I stared straight into the beam of a flashlight aimed at my face.

Seeing my flinch, the person turned the light away. As I lay there, dumbfounded, they said, “The power in your building went out during the attack.”

I blurted, “I killed someone!”

Great. Nice one, Eve. And this is why you could never lead a life of crime. Someone asks what you’re doing and you immediately tell them straight off –

“Are you sure? Where’s Jackie?”

“Hell if I know! She doesn’t tell me anything! Apparently she’s dead, but I totally heard her talking to me.” My eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness.

“Maybe we should get you cleaned up.”

A hand took my arm while another grabbed my hand. As I was hauled off my sorry ass, my breathing came out in short gasps as I realized I was going to jail or I was going to die because I just killed someone. Or I was going to an insane asylum because I have absolutely NO recollection of actually killing anything.

It was then that my mind caught up with my body and I noticed who I was talking to.

My eyes widened. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m guessing you got my message?”

“That creepy ass voicemail? Yeah, what was that about?”

Matt shook his head. His hair had grown longer since – twelfth grade. I know, big surprise. “Eve, we don’t have much time. We need to get you cleaned up and out of here before anyone else comes. They know you killed one of their own and will try to find you no matter the cost.” He put an arm around me, trying to steer me towards the hall.

“See? I knew I killed someone!” I whirled around. “Where are they?”

“You didn’t kill them, Jackie did.”

“Jackie? I thought…” My mouth dropped open. “She was talking to me in my head. How did she do that? Wait, she’s not dead right? Is this a prank?” Then I did the most embarrassing thing that anyone could ever do in that moment. I started crying.

Let me elaborate. I started crying because I was laughing too hard.

Oh, that’s not the half of it. The laughter? Yeah, that didn’t stop, and neither did the hysterics.

“A prank! It’s got to be a prank.” I guffawed, throwing my hands out as I lunged forward, tripping over a fallen chair. My hands slapped at the red on the floor. “This is paint? Whoa, this feels so real. How did you guys do this?” I was laughing so hard, my words almost failed to get past my snorts.

Talk about embarrassing.

“You’re going into shock. Eve, please, we need to leave.”

My lips twitched as I tried to keep from laughing. “But I thought you wanted me to get cleaned up?”

Matt let out a groan as he rubbed a hand over his face. “We don’t have time.” He looked so out of place and professional in my destroyed apartment that I started laughing again.

“Oh, come on, Matt. I know it’s just a prank for Halloween. Jackie loves Halloween.” I walked to the couch in the living room, which was now torn to pieces and broken in half. “I’m sure she got all this fake blood from some Halloween store or something.” I looked at the broken glass from the coffee table strewn across the floor. “I’m sure my furniture is safe somewhere.”

The look of pity on Matt’s face made me pause. “Eve…”

I didn’t say anything. This wasn’t that funny anymore. I rubbed my face with the back of my hand, smearing the fake blood on my cheek with my tears.

“What’s going on, Matt?” I whispered, walking backwards as I sobbed.

“Eve,” His voice warned.

My heart flew into my throat as I tripped backwards over something and landed on my ass. Blinking away tears, I looked to my right, only to see the decapitated body of Jackie’s victim.

The last meal I had from Friday night – ravioli in marinara sauce, chocolate cake, pumpkin pie, and brussels sprouts – made its first appearance on the floor by the dead leg I had just tripped over.

Embarrassing? You haven’t seen embarrassing.

#8 – RIP Jackie Augustus

Oct. 29th –

“You should’ve seen her face when I shot her! Best kill ever, by far.”

It took me a while, but eventually my mind caught up.

Well, not really.

It was currently five in the morning. I had no idea what was going on. All I managed to figure out was that the voice in the living room was what woke me up. It felt like I had just fallen asleep a few moments ago and already, my life was being turned upside down.

“She never saw it coming! See? The Augustus line isn’t anything to be scared of.”

Definitely doesn’t sound like Jackie.

“Yeah, she was unarmed. I don’t know why she’s hiding out in this dump when her parents are filthy rich.”

What?

Apparently, at five in the morning, my mind and body don’t match up because I felt my legs propel me out of bed and towards the door while my mind was still screaming WHAT WHAT WHAT?

I don’t freak out often. So when I do, you sure as hell know it’s for a good reason.

My reason was because as I was slowly sneaking into the hallway, a pain struck the back of my head and all went blurry.

At first I thought I had been smacked upside the head with a bulldozer. That was until I realized the voice was still going on about how great it was and how so-and-so was going to be next.

Eve, where are you? 

My feet stopped.

That was new.

Eve?! Where did you go? 

Who the hell is this?! 

The hell is your roommate, dumbass. Get up. 

What? My brow furrowed as I clutched my head.

Jackie? 

What! I told you to get up! You can’t just lay there! 

Where are you? 

Oh for crying out loud – I’m dead. Alright? Didn’t you hear the stupid slayer? He shot me. 

He shot you.

He shot me and now if you don’t hurry up, he’ll shoot you too. 

Why? I didn’t do anything! 

You heard him. You’re a threat now. And you’re roommates with an Augustus. That’s already a death wish in my world. 

You never said that when you applied! 

You didn’t ask. 

Yeah! I didn’t think I needed to ask if you or your family was caught up in some sort of mafia, illegal…gang, murderer…activity! 

A pause before there was a crash in the kitchen and lots of swearing.

The voice yelled into the phone, “Send for bloody backup. She’s not alone.” Silence before: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE AUNT’S STILL OUT THERE? I THOUGHT YOU CAUGHT HER, YOU IMBECILE!”

Eve?

What.

Now you know. 

#7 – I Swear, I Wasn’t Eavesdropping

Oct. 28th – posted: Oct. 29th because forgive me if I didn’t have time to write this after coming home past 1 AM.

Matt called me.

Yeah, Matt Charles, my friend from middle school when we were wee-babies?

Yeah, that Matt Charles.

Well, I think it was an accident. He called the apartment phone. I would remember his voice from anywhere.

You have one new voice message. First voice message sent October 28th at 11:46 PM. From: Matthew Charles. Duration: 10 secs.

“They’re coming for you. I’ve warned your family, but things are getting dangerous. I suggest you leave the apartment. Call me if you need anything. I’ll be checking on you.”

To erase this message press –

The front door lock clicked and the door swung open quietly. There were sounds of socked feet on the floor before, “Oh! Eve, you’re still up?”

“Yeah, I just got home.”

I saw Jackie glance at the clock as she flicked the light switch on. “This late?” She gave me a weird look. “Everything okay?”

I smirked. “Of course. Why? I can’t go out now on a Friday night?”

“No,” Jackie laughed, “You can, you just…haven’t before.”

I shook my head, “I don’t know. I don’t think you know me that well, Jacks. For all you really know, I’m a crazy crazy party animal.”

Jackie eyed me. “Right.”

“What are you doing out so late?”

“Me? Oh! There was some crazy Halloween rave party downtown. The Zombie Santa Turkeys were playing at the club and things got a little crazy.” She held up her heels which were broken, muddy, and mangled. It looked like someone had put it through a chopper.

“Sounds like fun,” I said, my eyes taking in her messy hair and disgruntled appearance.

She smiled suddenly and said, “I totally would’ve invited you, but it was already really hard for me to get in, and I had an invite! The bouncers carded me! Can you believe that? And then they said I wasn’t on the list and refused to let me in. I had to pull some strings but finally made it.”

“I see, well, glad you’re safe.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“I’m going to shower. Unless you want to go first?”

Jackie shook her head. “No, you’re good. I need to stuff some food in my face before I pass out.” Her giggle echoed off the walls.

Stumbling to the bathroom, I realized that I was more tired than I thought I was. And a massive headache was pummeling my brain to bits. I turned on the shower and started sliding out of my dress before I remembered that I needed to get my towel. I showered the morning before and hung my towel in my room to dry and completely forgot.

Darting out of the bathroom, I went to my room. I grabbed my towel and was heading back out when I heard Jackie’s voice.

I feel like if anyone whispers, it instantly piques someone’s curiosity. No matter what they’re talking about. My curiosity was the worst. And the death of me. As everyone that knows me has frequently told me.

“You shouldn’t have called the main line! What were you thinking?” I heard Jackie hiss. She was still in the kitchen, and I was standing in the hallway, one foot past the door to go back into the bathroom, and half of my body in the hall.

Maybe it just took me a really long time to walk back to the bathroom, okay?

“Of course she listened to it! It’s her apartment too.”

Was she talking to Matt? Wait, was the message for her? I guess that would make sense, if they knew each other. Did they know each other? But how?

“I’m fine. You don’t need to check on me, I don’t need a lousy babysitter…My mother?…Sure, you can tell my mother that…Yes, to her face. I already went to my family’s stupid conference. I don’t need a lecture from you too…I have to go. Don’t call here again!”

Before I could whirl into the bathroom and close the door, Jackie was storming down the hallway, a dark look on her face. When she saw me, her eyes widened and a split second later, she was back to her smiling, girly-squeal self.

She rolled her eyes dramatically as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Prank calls, am I right? So uncool.”

I gave a quick smile and nodded hurriedly before closing the door. I hopped into the shower two seconds later and stood under the cold water, hoping the brain freeze would snap me out of my triggered detective mode.

How did Matt know Jackie? And what was so dangerous that he had to warn her?