BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Iris, Catherine, Aella, and Jeremy
Where: Aella's Little Home of Hell
When: Thursday Afternoon

Jeremy had asked Iris to do some paranormal investigating for him. Him and Catherine had went to investigate this house a few times, and, after the first encounter with the demon who seemed to have a taste for people who spent too long in here, they hadn't run into her again. It seemed that maybe, she had moved on like they had asked. Not exactly the best solution, but at least it would be out of there hair, right?

Which was probably why Jeremy thought Iris would be safe. He had something to do that day, something important. Which was why he had asked Iris to do a final check of the place. Catherine had come along, too, just in case, but it seemed like everything would be OK. They two of them had started looking around the house. Daylight streamed through the musty windows, so they figured they would be safe.

Of course, it's assuming that usually gets you killed. Again.

At first, everything seemed fine. Then the floor gave way under Iris's feet, and she landed ass-first in the basement. It was too dark to see anything down there, and she had lost her flashlight somewhere in the fall.

"Do you want me to come down and help you?" Catherine called out to her.

"It's too dangerous!" Iris shouted back. "Go get Jeremy from that meeting or whatever he's doing. My leg is stuck under something!" Actually, it felt like a bag of bricks, but she couldn't see what it was. "Get him and maybe call an ambulance!"

"Yes," a voice whispered from the darkness. "Call everyone so that I have more to eat today. I've been fasting lately. So hungry..."

Iris snatched a lighter from her pocket and lit it. First off, she could see that the bag on her leg was more like a half decayed body wrapped in an old rug. The second was what appeared to be a pale young woman with black hair. Of course, any normal woman wouldn't have tentacles that looked like shadow coming out of her.

"Catherine, get help now!" Iris shouted just as she felt something grab her ankle. She shrieked as she was pulled into darkness.

Who: Catherine, Jeremy, and Aella
When: Wednesday Afternoon
Where: Jeremy's House, and then Aella's House

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Who: Aella
Where: Her Home
When: Saturday Night

Tonight it was teenagers. They weren't quite as tasty as younger children could e, but their lack of respect more than made up for it. It was a group of about five of them, three boys and two girls. Aella watched and listened from the shadows as they played their music and danced around in some sort of mating ritual. It had to be a mating ritual because that is certainly what they did soon enough. The two couples split off and went into different bedrooms. Aella made quick work of the one boy left downstairs. Just a quick dine and dash, so to speak.

She took more time with the two couples. With one, she teased from the shadows, making them dance and sway. This seemed to spook a girl enough so that she went off on her own, in order to leave. Too bad this house was a bit winding, because she got a little lost. One of Aella's shadowy tentacles grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her down two flights of stairs until she was in the basement. The boy who tried to rescue her got a quick tentacle through the chest, and that stopped him quick.

The other two, though...they got away. Aella was too distracted by the screaming girl in the basement. Maybe she was getting a bit touched in her old age. They had seen her rip her tentacle through the boy's chest and ran away screaming. This might bring others to her home. Oh well. Aella would just wait for them to show up. She had plenty of tricks still up her sleeve.

Who: Aella
Where: Old decrepit house in a bad part of town
When: Tuesday Night

People had been saying things about that house for years. Back in 1936, a man had murdered his wife and two daughters before killing himself. All of them were killed in their beds, their throats slit. The house couldn't be sold after that, and it fell into disrepair.

Children had started making up stories after that. Every generation, it was something different. One year, a witch lived there, the next, it was haunted. One kid even talked that it was a portal to hell. None of them quite had it right as to what had decided to make its home in the old house, though.

It was something that liked the games that the children played. It liked to watch from the windows. Watch the sunlight tickling the children's hair. It waited for nightfall, though, when the shadows came out to play. When children wanted to scare one another.

Children liked to dare one another to spend the night in the house, or maybe as little as an hour. Sometimes just one child would come in, or sometimes an entire group. It liked it when an entire group came in. Plenty to play with.

The children were frightened when the shadows started to dance around them, touching them with its cold, inky tentacles. They would try to pretend that it was just their imaginations, until those tentacles would grab them and pick them up.

Sometimes, she let them go after playing with them for a while. When she had been feeding often. More often, though, she would keep them. Drag them by a tentacle down to her lair in the basement. Toss them around like rag dolls, or maybe just hold them down while a tentacle strangled the life out of them, down the throat until their little eyes bulged out and they stopped squirming.

Teenagers came sometimes, to throw their parties. They were especially fun to mess with, especially since they were disrespectful of her home in ways that the children couldn't think of. She rarely ever let one of them leave by the morning light.