#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 tell what hit you.’

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

‘Not 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 soul’s I can get to help me do just that.”

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#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. 

#6 – Lunchtime Library Stalking

Oct. 26th

Yesterday was kind of weird.

It wasn’t so much me being weird, because I was perfectly fine. Living my life, and doing my thing.

No, the thing that was weird was how Jackie kept showing up everywhere I was and making some excuses to hang out with me or on why she was there.

Literally, on Monday, she decided she had to walk to campus at the same time I did – which she never does – and then she wanted to get dinner at the cafeteria on campus before going back to the apartment at the same time. Usually, we do our own thing and this new attention is starting to irk me.

Yesterday was Tuesday. Tuesdays for me are fairly busy but I try to dedicate a couple hours in the afternoon between classes to study. Sooo, yesterday, I decided to do that at the library during my lunch break so I could have more time to study for my midterm happening in the class like two hours after.

Apparently Jackie freaked out because she then showed up at my study room, tapping on the door like mad.

“Um, hi?” I said upon opening the door, semi-worried that someone had died and she was coming to bear the bad news. “What’s up?”

“You didn’t text me about lunch. Are you okay?”

“Jackie, I’m fine. I just had to study. I’ve got a big midterm soon and-”

“You haven’t eaten yet? What did you even have for breakfast? Did you eat breakfast? Are you feeling okay?”

I frowned, narrowing my eyes at her slightly, “Yeah, I had a muffin. That I think you baked. Was I not…supposed to?”

“No!” She almost shouted, before laughing quietly, “No, you’re fine. But, you should really eat something more substantial than just a measly muffin.” Suddenly she whirled her backpack off her shoulder and unzipped it. She then whipped out a paper lunch bag. “Here! I packed some extra lunch today, so you can have it. Make sure you eat! That’s important.”

“Um, okay.” I nodded slowly. “Thanks?”

When she didn’t move, just stood there bouncing on her toes and smiling, darting her eyes around the room, I said, “Uh, you okay?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay, great. Well, I better go study. Thanks for the food.” I gave a smile as she stepped back and I added, “A real life-saver.”

As I sat back down in the chair at my laptop, I realized that as the door had closed, I heard her mumble, “I certainly hope so.”

 

 

#5 – Lies and Spider Leggings

Oct. 24th

 

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead!” A voice screeched from the hallway, directly outside of my bedroom door. Slowly, I woke up, eyes drooping like the fronds of a palm tree.

“What?”

There was a short knock before Jackie burst into the room.

“You slept through Sunday!” She threw open the curtains in my room and added,            “And you missed a delicious breakfast I prepared myself! Green eggs and ham. Although I swapped out the green for red, in honor of the month of October, of course.”

I jumped out of bed. “What time is it? It’s Monday? Already?” Pausing from frantically trying to get my life together, I added, “Wait, when did you get back?”

“A little past…four. You were out like a light.” Jackie shook her head. “I got home this morning at like five. I didn’t want to wake you!”

With a frustrated groan, I realized I must have fallen asleep in my clothes. Again. Usually I would head straight for my PJs the moment I got home though, so I was surprised I still had jeans on. I ran towards the bathroom, almost tripping over the rug because my balance was still thrown off from sleep. Blinking, I stooped—rather ungracefully—to fix the offending piece of cloth.

“I have work!” I exclaimed. “Well, like…” I stood and faced Jackie, shoulders already drooping with defeat, “…half a day ago. But…ohmygosh, I’m going to be so fired.” I sighed.

“I think someone called in sick today.” Her face held an impish grin and struck a pose, hands on hips as she took a few long pacing steps by the door. Her legs were clad in spider leggings and they seemed to jump with every wide step she took.

Eyes narrowing, I rubbed my neck. “You did what?”

“I called in sick for you. Apparently you had food poisoning. Pity.” She pouted at me, pretending to rub away tears under her eyes. “You’re welcome, by the way! Now you have all day to party with moi! You like my leggings? I got them this morning before I got back! We can get you a pair too—”

“I still have my night classes,” I reminded her. “If I’m missing work from a fake sickness, I should at least do some homework.”

“That’s rough. You, being sick…with food poisoning and all.” She eyed me, folding her arms. “Maybe you should take a break. Rest a little. How does your head feel? Food poisoning can cause headaches too.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” I laughed a little. “It’s like you’re trying to convince me I have it or something. It’s not some disease, and my head is fine. If I really had food poisoning, I wouldn’t be worried about my head.”

She paused for a second and blinked at me, catching me off guard. Jackie was rarely at a loss of words.

Usually she had several words too many. Sometimes she even took my words.

Then, she threw her head back and let out a loud cackle, “Oh, that’s absurd. I know it’s not, like, some contagious disease. Next time I’ll say you have mono or something.”

And everything was back to normal.

Going into the bathroom, I decided splash water onto my face to wake myself up. When I was combing out my hair, I realized there was a giant lump on the back of my head. I heard a dripping noise behind me and turned to face the rest of the bathroom. Looking down at the source of the sound, I saw a red liquid dripping into the bathtub. Without much other warning, it burst from the faucet in a steady stream, roaring to life like a crimson waterfall.

I gasped, eyes wide.

            What was happening?

I must have blinked or something because suddenly there was a small flash of darkness and the bathtub was normal again, water running steadily into the tub.

It wasn’t until later, when I had left for class that I realized I hadn’t turned on the bathtub.