Damien Thorn (sonofajackal) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-12-18 15:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien thorn |
Who: Damien and a 'ghost'
When: December 17th, late night
Where: Thorn Manor
What: Cranky relative returns and he remembers why she was a b
Rating: R
Status: Complete
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Damien was in his bedroom, listening to his phone. "Well, okay, so the soil samples are ready. Just a matter of making sure the water sticks on all sides? Alright. Keep.. working on it, I suppose. How's the other plan coming along? Is the rubber prepared? And my office window is electrified.. and the inner walls are lead under the plaster. Okay, then.. then.." He sniffed, wrinkling his nose. What in the.. he shook his head. Something seemed to make him on edge. "Keep at it, I'll call later." He hung up the phone and set it aside. What was that smell? It had gotten stronger. "Fuck," he said with disgust. "Whose idea was it to spray lavender in my place-"
He turned and nearly jumped in his pants. He saw something he did not expect to see. It was that old bat. It was his late Aunt Marion, that old granny figure, wearing purple and blues, with white hair, and her sourpuss expression that some old ladies were known to have. She was standing right there in front of him. Watering one of the plants. She looked just like he remembered when he was 13, before leaving with Mark to attend the academy. Turned out she had died in the night. Heart attack. His evil crow had a part in it, a fact which he learned later.
She glared. "I knew manners were not your strong suit, Damien. Such a disgrace. Get anyone else killed yet? Any more accidents?"
He walked closer to her. "You can't be here. You died! I heard all about it. I don't know.."
Marion pointed a finger right toward him. "Don't play coy with me, you little shit. I know you're to blame for the death of Richard's brother in the church. He tried to kill you. You're an evil child. You will never fool me. I know what you are too. And everyone else will know too!"
Damien stared at her for felt like eternity. He covered his node briefly, before gazing at her some more. "You know something? You really were an old bitch. With your lavender scents. And newsflash, mostly everyone here does know what I am. I bet you think all I can do is kill. But you're wrong. I can help, too. I'm trying to save a future.."
"who?" Marion said with a scoff, waving her hand in that way of hers. "Jakob? That little shit? Oh, please." She seemed to roll her eyes. "He doesn't love you. And if he even did, it's because he's really as twisted and abnormal as you ever were. He's a shit too. Probably serves him right, what you're scared of."
"Don't." He glared, stepping closer to where she was. "Don't ever call him that again! Don't you ever talk about him that way. And as a pre-emptive strike, leave Mark out of this too. You knew nothing about me... or them. Didn't you know? Marky didn't care for your lavender either. He also thought you were a bit whacky. Oh! And guess what else, Ann was more than you thought. She was mine. Whore of Babylon. Unfortunately due to prophesy, she had to go."
Marion seemed to tremble for a moment, her face twitching in fear.. and then anger. "I want you out of my house!! This is my house. And part of my company, it was never to be yours. You took it all!"
"Yeah.. and?" Damien laughed. "Read any Bible verses lately, particularly in Revelations? I was supposed to take it all. Then again, it's not my fault that I was named as beneficiary if everyone else died."
Marion gasped. "You.. you Satanic bastard! Piece of shit! I bet you killed me too somehow."
"Now who has the bad manners?" Damien laughed. "Satanic is right.. well, duh. That's my dad, you know." He seemed serious after that. "I did not kill you. You really like blaming others, don't you? It wasn't me. I was hanging with Mark in our academy dorm at the time! Far across the state. It's not my fault if other demons, or if my familiar caused it."
She was still staring daggers at him. "You deserve to die, unholy spawn. You can't fool anybody. And you can't save anyone. No matter what you say, you will never do it. And your brat will still die like YOU should have-"
"Bitch!!" Damien had it now. He was a bit out of control with anger. The young man grabbed the potted plant and tossed it right at her head. Hoping to see her in pain. But no. It was not to be. It instead passed through her. As if she was not even there. The pot was broken on the floor.
The spirit laughed at him. "There it is! The bastard I always knew you to be!" Which was a bit unrealistic, since she didn't know much of anything about him before. "That's it.. throw something else, junior. Or maybe you'd like to torture me in an alley. You're good at that, are you? Maybe if I said something about Mark.."
Damien raised his hands, the last word sounding like someone else's familiar voice. But he was not sure if he imagined it or had just heard it because he wanted to. But Aunt Marion's voice.. it was not helping. Whenever she shouted, it was like a shrill bird in heat, squawking at him in hate. He moved to strangle this wench. Hands firmly around the neck. But it was like passing through air.
Marion just shook her head. "We both know you are incapable of love, dear. That works both ways. And even what you are, the devil doesn't care either. You mess up. You fuck it up, he'll just have another one like you."
Damien huffed, clenching his fists in and out. Was this how it was when he talked a lot? But her words hit home. "You're wrong." He had felt love from the kid, and returned it. He had felt it. It was even stronger than when he cared for his cousin. At a loss, his body trembled in anger and threw a punch. "Fuck you!!"
Marion just made a tsk sound several times, the fist passing through her. "I bet you always thought of it. You little deviant, is what you are. Even when you were young. I knew you were a freak. And now, look. Sleep with anyone, man or woman. Abomination. You sin unto the Almighty.."
"Good," he retorted, because I hope he's watching me every time I do it. Him and that Son of his. For the record, I never thought of you like that. You're a bitch! But the fact that you mentioned it.." It was like a light went on then.
"What?" Marion looked deeply offended now. "What?! Don't you dare turn this around on me! Don't you dare, you are evil.. you.."
Damien chuckled. "Evil, yes. But not always. You ever see a music video on MTV? No? Well, you should get with the times." He grabbed his remote and turned the big screen on. The HD, sixty-inch flat screen. It was a rap video. With gangstas. And scantily clad women, with not much on. And dancing very suggestively with men.. and other girls. "Oh! or this??" He changed the channel. It was a porno program. Very graphic. With men, women, engaging in sinful acts. And, needless to say, Damien had a very good sound system.
The elderly woman was aghast, in shock for a moment. But it wasn't too shocking. Still, she was taking offense. "You're trying to get to me. I know you you work, son of the Fallen! I rebuke you, get thee behind me-"
Damien sighed, rolling his eyes. "Not this time. Now, if it was someone else in this city.. anyone, really, then yeah.. getting behind is on the menu. Really, fanatics should be careful using that particular verse. Someone is liable to take it as an offer." he pinched his nose. "Goddamn.. you really do use that stuff too much. Tell you what.. every time from now on? When I have a willing partner in bed. I will have my way with them while you watch."
"You are perverse. You are a sinner. No one will care.." Marion was more angry now. "I will ruin you.."
Damien paused, reaching for a shirt. He was grinding his teeth. "Jesus, lady! Can you just leave me alone!! Take that awful smell with you. Just leave me be.. please.."
Marion smirked, nodding her head in the way that elderly can do to seem annoying. "I'll follow you to work. In your car. In the office. Every time you ask a question, I will make noise, I will interfere. I will look over your shoulder every time you make a post or comment."
"Fucking bitch," Damien swore under his breath. Then he repeated it so she could hear it next. "I'll get help in removing ghosts, and so remove you." He sneezed.
The woman laughed again. "As if they'd help you. You're lost, Damien. Nothing you do will work. You're foolish, stupid, an ignoramus, and downright pathetic, never will.." She shook her head then. "Even if you don't see me, I'll still be there. And you will never get out the sweet, sweet smell of lavender, you son of a reprobate, you evil son of a.."
The antichrist was trying to tune her out, but no use. Her voice was grating on him even more. He might not have been the one to kill her.. but now he wished that he did. No one could be this bad. Except her, it seemed. He rubbed his ears as he turned around to pick up book. "My God, will you shut the fuck up, you crazy old bint?!" But something was off, for when he was about to throw the book, he stopped in midswing as he saw that he was alone in the room. There was just one small problem. Or large, depending on perspective. That stifling scent of lavender was still there.