A/N...here we are again. New chapter... and drawing to a close...
"What does that mean? What did this Wendy chick do?" Dean was sitting straddle on one of the office chairs, next to Sam, while Joanie sat ram rod straight opposite them.
"I shall tell you the story if you don't continue to interrupt. Can you still your tongue while I do this?"
Sam smirked and Dean frowned, but nodded and waved his hand for the possessed girl to continue.
"I didn't mean to do it. Not really. I was trying to break my deal" Wendy ran her hand through her hair. "I don't want to die. I don't want to go to hell. I don't. It's not fair"
The girl smiled at her. "So, in trying to save yourself, you are happy to condemn countless others to a painful, terrifying death, all so you can break you deal? You think, maybe, that wouldn't have condemned you to hell even if you had of broken your deal?"
Wendy shook her head. "No. No. I...oh God, I didn't think of that. But, you could undo what I have done. You're here now, and you have the power to stop it!"
"Wendy, Wendy, Wendy. Silly thing! I make deals. To make a deal, you have to have something I want. You do, but, honey, it already belongs to me. There's nothing else that you can possibly deal with. And the demon killing kids? Not my problem"
Wendy frowned, her eyes darting as she searched every corner of her mind, trying to think of a possible way out of her deal. She nodded, a plan forming in her panicked mind.
"I do. I have something. If you can stop what I've done, then I can give you something you want"
The girl smiled, and her eyes flashed brimstone read, just for a split second. "I'm listening"
"Well, the ritual I did tonight, it binds a demon into my service. I was hoping she would help me break the deal, not unleash a terror onto the world"
The demon girl started to circle Wendy, slowly, like a cat eyeing off its prey. "You did over reach there, just a little. The demon you bound was probably not the one you were aiming for, I'd say"
Wendy tied to remain focussed, though the circling demon was very unnerving.
"No, she was. See, I knew she was powerful. I figured it would take that much power to break a deal. I just didn't think I'd lose control of her"
The girl nodded her head. "You didn't quite get the sigils right"
"You knew? You were watching?"
She laughed. "Of course I was! So close to collecting my chips, here, darling, and you did put on such an entertaining show!"
"Anyway, even though I don't have control over her, she's still bound to me. She still accepted servitude to me"
"Well, I can transfer that servitude to you. That way, you have control over her, and the spirits she raised up, to do with whatever you want. Everybody wins!"
The girl stopped her circling and tipped her head to one side. "Continue. Please"
"Well...um, I guess..." Wendy's eyes darted back and forth as she tried to formulate her pan. "The demon, she used to be a witch, a very powerful one. All of her relatives she raised up were witches, and they still have all of their knowledge and power. If you, I mean, if you could, you know, stop the demon I raised from killing all of the kids, well, I would bind her over to you. So you would have the demon, and the spirits she's taken control of to do whatever you bid them to do!"
The girl started to circle Wendy again. "So...let me get this straight. I get a powerful vengeance demon, bound to me for all eternity, as well as her clutch of restless spirits, all primed and ready to go, mine, all mine, to do with as I please?"
Wendy nodded, a beacon of hope growing in her breast. She was out. She'd found a way. The crossroads demon couldn't resist what she was offering.
"I gotta ask you something, though, honey" the girl purred, taking a strand of Wendy's hair and twirling it around her finger.
"What in hell would I do with a vengeance demon?"
Wendy felt her heart skip a beat.
"I mean, I'm more powerful than a vengeance demon. And I have a place in this world. I collect souls. I don't rend them asunder, to be picked up by any random reaper and deposited out of my reach. So, Wendy, my dear, I have to tell you" She stepped back, her eyes flashing red. "No deal"
Wendy gasped as the demon stepped back, and behind her, growling low, ominously, a hell hound appeared...
"So, what happened then?" Sam asked, caught up in the story.
Joanie turned to look at him, her head tilted in an odd, non human way. "With the death of Wendy, the vengeance demon Vikki and her hoard were freed from their binding, but not from their task. They wreaked havoc until they were stopped, but unfortunately they have been summoned again and again over the ages, and each time, I stop them, but it is not permanent."
Dean stood and stretched, his back popping with the strain. "So, Herman old man, what do you want us for? It's coz you can't get it up on your own, isn't it?"
Joanie's pretty face wrinkled in confusion. "I do not understand what you mean by that"
Dean walked around the table to his duffle and pulled out a whisky bottle to refill his flask. "I'm thinking you do, buddy boy. I'm thinking you've tried to stop these goons every time they've risen up, and you just aint got the juice to get the job done. You come close, but hey, no cigar"
Sam nodded. "Why do you care? Um, you're a demi god, why do you care what these guys do?"
Joanie looked at the table. "It is a humiliation for me. This woman bound me and used me. While that takes great power and skill, things for which I show respect, it also was demeaning and inconvenient. And, it seems, permanent. Until she is banished, I am still bound to her, to this realm. I am forced to follow. I am forced to inhabit this realm, unable to move on, unable to even draw on my full power."
Dean leaned back against the office wall. "And our girl Joanie? Why her?"
The demi god blinked the long black lashes of the girl he was wearing. "She does not know it, but she is powerful. She is the remnants of both the witches and my bloodline. This helps to amplify the little power I carry. It is how I have been able to destroy the spirits of the witches. Sadly, though, if they witches get their hands on this body, it will also bind their spell to vanquish me and retain their hold on their existence for all time"
"So why did you fling us all over the cemetery the first time we met?" Dean rubbed his eye, the swelling finally seemed to be subsiding.
Joanie shrugged. "I was angered. I acted in haste. It shall not happen again"
Sam nodded. "Okay. Good. Well. What do you want us to do?"
Joanie looked at him and she smiled. Her eyes, just briefly, glowed with a bright white light. "We shall defeat these troublesome women, for now and forever!"
"Yeah. We will." Dean absently rubbed his stomach. "Is anyone else hungry?"
Suzy walked to the end of the corner and waited as the police car pulled up. She opened the door and regarded the driver with confusion. "What are you doing in this woman? Your sister was in her before!"
"Yeah, well, that stupid Hermanatie killed her. I have only used her again as she is easily accessible, being that she carries a trace of our bloodline. We are fewer in numbers, now"
Suzy nodded. "Yes. We are. But we can still make this work. The ritual is being prepared. We just need to get the woman, Joan, and we can bring this all to fruition. Our existence shall be our own. Never again will we be tied down, nor banished. Tonight, tonight will be our triumph!"
The police woman nodded. "Where shall I take you?"
Suzy sighed. "We have to find Joan. I believe she would be with those men. The ones who are hunting us. We need to locate them, destroy them and take the girl."
"Do you have any idea where they are?"
"No" Suzy replied. "But I sent Cassie out to make a little trouble. That should bring them out into the open. Men such as these cannot help but to be heroes. They will try to overthrow Cassie, and in doing so, reveal themselves to us."
The police woman nodded. "What should I do?"
Suzy smiled at her, her eyes shining black. "Resume your duties as a police woman. I believe this will give you the best advantage to find these men, these hunters"
"Then, when I locate them, what should I do?"
"Destroy them. Without hesitation"
The police woman nodded and leaned forward to turn on the police radio. Straight away it started screaming at her.
"Mc Coll, if you don't answer I'm sending out the search party!"
She picked up the mic. "Mc Coll reporting in. Sorry, Sarge, I think my radio's a little fritzy"
"Fine. We got trouble at the school. Haul ass over there. Well meet you there"
She turned to Suzy who nodded at her. "And thus it begins"
The police car turned around, and let the young girl out, then took off down the road, lights flashing, as Suzy walked in the opposite direction. Before too long several more police cars and emergency vehicles passed her as she walked. She continued on until she was at the cemetery, there she met another girl, waiting at the gate for her.
They didn't speak or acknowledge each other, Suzy just walked through the gate with the other girl following her.
They walked through the cemetery, and even though it was early afternoon, the day had darkened, the weather turning for the worse. A soft mist started to fall, coating the leaves and grave stones, and trickle down the faces of the two girls as they came to their destination.
They stopped as they reached the mausoleum and clearing where the teenagers had summoned them. Standing in the middle of the circle of graves were several girls and a tall man.
He smiled as Suzy drew close. "You are here"
"I am" she answered. "Is this all that are left? Of twelve aunts, and my mother, you are all that is left?"
The man smiled. "My child, I will always be with you, now you have brought me back to fight by your side. We will end this tonight, and forever be free of our bindings"
Suzy touched the man's face. "Mother, dear, why do you wear a man? This is strange, for an age you have always chosen a woman, as did your sisters"
The man smiled. "This man has our blood lines. There are not many left. The woman of the police, and this man only. And of course, the woman Joan"
Suzy nodded. "You failed, earlier, when Hermanatie stopped your sisters in the town. He is more powerful when he wears the woman Joan. We do need to stop that happening again"
"We will, my dear child, we will. This time there is no room for any errors. We have prepared well"
The man turned and looked at the four girls he had in the centre of the circle of graves. The smiled at him, then nodded.
One by one, they started to bleed from their eyes, their noses and their mouths. They stood, one at each point, and let the blood flow freely from them, running down their bodies as it pooled in the centre of the concrete circle.
"Now all we need is the blood of the woman Joan" Suzy smiled. "All will be as it should be, then"
"Something is happening" Joanie frowned at the men before her. "I can feel them. They have done something bad, again. I must go"
Dean looked over at Sam, then back at the possessed woman. "You know this is a trap, don't you?"
She shook her head. "Most probably it is. But I must go. I do need to at least find out what they have planned, even if I do not take any action" she pushed back from the table and stood.
"Um, yeah, I think it might not be a good idea to take Joanie with you" Sam stood as well. "That's probably what they want"
"You are right. I shall leave her here and find out what has happened. I shall be back before much time has passed" with that Joanie threw her head backwards and a cloud of white smoke issued from her mouth.
It swirled around the ceiling and disappeared through a vent in the corner.
Sam lunged forward and caught the girl before she hit the ground.
She looked at him with wide, panicked eyes, then turned her head and threw up.
"Hey, Linda, did you find the creepy girl they're all talking about?" The young police man looked over at officer Mc Coll as she walked back into the school building.
"No, I think they all had a mass hysteria fit or something. You know, with all the creepy things that've been going on around here lately." She threw her arm around his shoulder. "Why don't you head back to the station? I'll finish up here"
"Thanks, Linda" he smiled at her and headed out of the large doors.
Police officer Linda Mc Coll looked around herself as she stood in the hallway of the school. The last of the ambulances and left, and her colleagues were pretty much finished taking statements. The hunters had not shown up.
She sighed. Vikki was not going to like this.
Not one bit.
She pulled out a cell phone and dialled. Before the call could connect she looked up as the young officer returned.
"What are you doing back here? I said you could go back to the station!" She smiled at him. "You're not parked in, are you?"
He shook his head and smiled at her. He pointed to the empty class room near them and walked inside.
Linda followed, confused.
"What's going on? Did you find something else?"
He just continued to smile at her, and shook his head. Behind Linda, the door slammed shut.
She frowned. "Who are you?"
The young cop tipped his head to one side and his eyes flashed white. "I am your father" he spoke softly, his smile wise beyond his years. "It is time for you to rest"
Linda smiled back at him. "Not so fast. I am prepared for you!" She raised her hands and held them, palm facing forward, above her head. On each palm was a symbol scratched deep into her flesh. She spoke three words in a murmured chant, then clapped her hands together.
The young officer fell like a rag doll to the floor.
Linda smiled and walked away, leaving the unconscious man to his own devices. Picking up her phone from her pocket, dialling as she walked, she ignored the shout from behind her as the collapsed policeman was found.
Instead she walked from the building and got into her car, driving away as she talked into the phone.
Dean opened the trunk of the car and threw the duffle in. Sam stood beside him, his face grim.
"You sure this will work, Dean?" Sam asked, his brow furrowed.
Dean slammed the trunk. "Nope. In fact, I'm fairly certain this will all go down in a steaming pile of you know what" he walked to the driver's door. "You got any better ideas?"
Sam shrugged. "Not that I've thought of in the last thirty seconds, no"
"Well, believe it or not, I might have" Joanie called from the doorway. "I think I have a great idea."
Dean shrugged. "Okay, I'll bite. What's your idea?"
Joanie gave them a sinister smile as a tiny drop of blood started to trickle from one eye like an errant tear. "What say I take you boys, and rip your guts out where you stand?"
A/N...now, you know how much I like reviews. I even reward those wonderful people who review me. People like my good friend Joan get a character named after them in the story...
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