britin1729 (britin1729) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2011-10-29 14:22:00 |
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"I will need a sample of hair from each of you," she said briskly, setting several matches, a small red bowl, what looked like some type of plant, and a bottle of what Brian assumed was Holy Water on top of the Ouija board she'd ordered them to bring out.
Somewhat reluctantly, Brian allowed Justin to snip a small sample of his hair, in the back and underneath the top layer, where it was less visible. He ran a hand over the spot while Justin gave their hair to Marilyn, who stuck each sample to a piece of tape and dropped them in the bowl.
"You really think this will help?" he asked as she pulled several candles out of her bag.
"Of course it will," she said dismissively. "I am a powerful spiritual being. When I perform the ritual, your demonic tormenter will have no choice but to flee."
There was a loud thump from overhead.
"Oh, dear..." muttered Marilyn, glancing up at the ceiling. "I believe my presence is angering it."
"What is it, exactly?" asked Justin. "We haven't been able to figure it out."
Mysterious Marilyn grimaced. "It is a horrible creature not from this earth. It was never born, it has never died, it merely exists to cause pain, fear, and suffering."
"We call it a demogeist," said Justin. "Like a demon and a poltergeist."
Mysterious Marilyn laughed and began setting up candles at seemingly random points around the kitchen. Heavy footfalls sounded from the stairs.
"I suppose if we were to assign it a name, 'demogeist' is fitting enough," she said airily as she stuck a candle in the microwave.
"Can you tell what it wants?" Justin asked. "Why has it been doing this to us?"
"Judging from the messages you received during your— spiritual inquiries— the stories you've told me, and my own vast knowledge, I'd guess that it has attached itself to one of you." Marilyn sniffed disapprovingly. She'd been quite keen to scold them for their "spiritual inquiries" involving such a dangerous object as a Ouija board, or "portal of hellish misery."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" asked Brian. The idea of the demogeist attaching itself to either himself or Justin was even worse than the notion of it belonging to the house. They could always leave the house if this didn't work, but there'd be no running away if the thing was fucking attached to him. He supposed he had the option of running away from Justin, but that sucked more than having it attached to himself.
No, he couldn't leave Justin. He wouldn't ever leave Justin.
"Think. Has it behaved differently toward each of you?" Marilyn prompted.
Their expressions were answer enough.
Marilyn nodded. "It likely views one of you as the enemy— that's why it's such an angry presence— and the other possesses the soul it wishes to collect."
"The soul? You're telling me this because of our fucking souls?" snapped Brian. "Tell it it can have mine; I stopped using it years ago."
"Brian!"
"Oh, and I corrupted his at the age of seventeen, so you can tell it we're probably not the best candidates for soul-collecting," Brian continued, at first ignoring what he thought was Justin's admonishment for joking about his own "damned" soul.
"Brian!"
Brian rolled his eyes. "Okay, sorry, you were plenty wicked and corrupted by the time I got to you. Happy?"
"Not that, it's... oh shit, it's you," said Justin breathlessly as a series of loud bangs came from the living room that sounded as though someone had kicked the wall several times very hard.
"What's me?"
"You did bring it in!" Justin's eyes were wide with mingled horror and shock. "Oh shit, you're the one it hit, your painting got the worst of it when my studio was destroyed, that and the computer you bought me.... It's your demogeist!"
"I don't think so, Sunshine. Do I need to remind you that it's been practically humping you in your sleep every night?"
"It hit you!"
"Yeah, when I had my hand down your pants," Brian reminded him. "Maybe it's just jealous that I'm alive and have the dick to fuck you with."
There was a crash from above their heads. Somehow, Brian had a feeling something important— probably his laptop— had just been introduced to the floor. Luckily, he regularly made back-ups, and after his hard-drive had mysteriously crashed one day, he'd been making them even more religiously than usual.
Marilyn cleared her throat. "I might point out that it matters little, while you are alive, which of you it has attached itself to. Either way, it likely aims to kill you both. The difference is that one soul will be free to roam the astral realm of spirits as per usual, while the other will be collected and imprisoned for eternity."
Brian and Justin looked at her, horrified.
"Now, I will need to deposit this in every room of the house," she pressed on, holding up the weird plant thing. "It would be best if you stayed near me."
And so they followed as she went from room to room, dispensing the plant in corners, on window sills, and even in their toilets. Then they went back to the kitchen with the rest of the supplies. Brian was surprised to find it untouched.
"Oh, it will not be able to affect these materials in any way," Marilyn assured him when he mentioned this. "They are sacred and carry my protection with them."
She reached for the little bottle of Holy Water next. Brian was shocked when, instead of sprinkling it around, she took a swig straight from the bottle.
"Vodka," she said to his shocked expression. "I like a strong drink for these occasions."
Justin looked uncertain, but Brian understood. He'd fought the desire to be drunk increasingly often over the last few weeks.
He'd just been thinking how odd it was that, besides the footsteps and laptop destruction (which were hardly unusual these days), their demogeist wasn't putting up much of a fight, when suddenly a gust of freezing wind took his breath away. As she'd promised, Marilyn's plant went untouched, but several canisters of spices clattered to the floor, spilling their contents everywhere.
"It has joined us."
TBC....