“It won’t even work!”
Those had been the words James shouted before he stormed off and out into the night. Vera couldn’t help but roll her gray eyes at his outrage, and she returned to what she was doing. The book resting on the bed had all the directions she needed, and James might be right—it hadn’t worked in the past.
Even so, this time seemed different. The spell was specific, rather than vague, meant to summon this demon called Alzleh. It didn’t give much of a description, except to note that he was a young demon. That seemed odd, from what Vera understood, but she didn’t question it. Instead, she’d set things up. There was a glyph in the center of a circle of salt—the salt was to protect her in case the demon didn’t feel friendly.
At each corner of the squared glyph was a lit candle, red. ‘Well, let’s at least try. If it fails, it fails.’ And James would be back. He’d realize, one of these days, that they were already damned.
She brushed her fingers back through her short, red hair, and then took a deep breath. She then spoke the words to invite the demon into the space.
~***~
‘Idiot.’
It kept repeating over and over in the mind of James as he walked out of the too-elaborate hotel that they were staying in, and went to rent a car. He had learned to drive out of necessity, not because he enjoyed it, and he paid in cash as he usually did. He didn’t utilize his real name. ‘Two hours from here is a hunter outpost.’
So, he slid into his newfound white vehicle, and put the keys into the ignition. ‘I can find someone who specializes in demons, and have them get rid of whatever Vera summons.’ He didn’t believe his own words, that the spell wouldn’t work. He had a feeling that it would, and he wanted the demon dead before it could fully corrupt Vera.
Then, he’d figure out how to talk to her, and convince her this wasn’t the right path.
He adjusted the mirror of the car, and then sped off down the road, brown eyes always looking for the signs to guide him to the hunter’s den. It would be dangerous going in, he knew, but he hoped they’d let him. He wasn’t the typical vampire, after all. He tried to live alongside humans without killing—no, he never killed.
Not that they’d know that, but he’d hope. He looked put together in his business suit. He had no weapons on him.
Still, his anxiety grew as the vehicle moved into the parking lot, and he knew he wouldn’t be dealing with just one hunter.
Those had been the words James shouted before he stormed off and out into the night. Vera couldn’t help but roll her gray eyes at his outrage, and she returned to what she was doing. The book resting on the bed had all the directions she needed, and James might be right—it hadn’t worked in the past.
Even so, this time seemed different. The spell was specific, rather than vague, meant to summon this demon called Alzleh. It didn’t give much of a description, except to note that he was a young demon. That seemed odd, from what Vera understood, but she didn’t question it. Instead, she’d set things up. There was a glyph in the center of a circle of salt—the salt was to protect her in case the demon didn’t feel friendly.
At each corner of the squared glyph was a lit candle, red. ‘Well, let’s at least try. If it fails, it fails.’ And James would be back. He’d realize, one of these days, that they were already damned.
She brushed her fingers back through her short, red hair, and then took a deep breath. She then spoke the words to invite the demon into the space.
~***~
‘Idiot.’
It kept repeating over and over in the mind of James as he walked out of the too-elaborate hotel that they were staying in, and went to rent a car. He had learned to drive out of necessity, not because he enjoyed it, and he paid in cash as he usually did. He didn’t utilize his real name. ‘Two hours from here is a hunter outpost.’
So, he slid into his newfound white vehicle, and put the keys into the ignition. ‘I can find someone who specializes in demons, and have them get rid of whatever Vera summons.’ He didn’t believe his own words, that the spell wouldn’t work. He had a feeling that it would, and he wanted the demon dead before it could fully corrupt Vera.
Then, he’d figure out how to talk to her, and convince her this wasn’t the right path.
He adjusted the mirror of the car, and then sped off down the road, brown eyes always looking for the signs to guide him to the hunter’s den. It would be dangerous going in, he knew, but he hoped they’d let him. He wasn’t the typical vampire, after all. He tried to live alongside humans without killing—no, he never killed.
Not that they’d know that, but he’d hope. He looked put together in his business suit. He had no weapons on him.
Still, his anxiety grew as the vehicle moved into the parking lot, and he knew he wouldn’t be dealing with just one hunter.