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Sebastian
Watching Amira or Cyrana, what the fuck ever she wants to be called, roast Sophie alive was a little much. I wasn’t even supposed to be here. She was here with some goon, and I got dragged here by another one of her idiots. Maybe I’m becoming weak. A month ago, this sort of thing wouldn't bother me. Now, after reading some of the book I stole from Dominic, my stomach is trying to rebel against the food I just ate.
The book’s presence in my pocket almost burns. Probably doused in holy water. Trinity was always a smart bitch. I haven’t had the want or need to tell Amira about the book in my pocket. Every time I bring up something I think is needed to be discussed, Amira just looks at me for a moment, and then I can’t remember what the hell was so damn important. It’s frustrating as fuck. So, I just don’t say shit. I had wanted nothing except demonic power for the longest time. So close to selling my soul to Satan himself just to be like Amira, but this fucking book... no, not book. A diary. Set in the same timeframe of the days I’m living now. But they aren’t the same. They are 100% opposite. There’s stories of Trinity and her old high school friends going on adventures in Germany. Some British guy, and me owning a shop of some kind.
Shit... I haven’t worked a day in my life. Sure I finished high school, but as soon as I did, Amira started plotting her way to taking over the town, and then the whole city. Her demonic presence now reaches out to almost Binghamton and Watertown. I figure in about a year she’ll have control of the entire state of New York. That is all well and good, except all the witches are starting to flee, and that is leaving me powerless. Even now, I’m pissed that Amira didn’t let me kill Sophie so I could at least gain whatever little power she had found.
“What’s the matter Sexy?” Amira’s voice sounds next to me, almost making me jump. I had been too preoccupied with the flames and my thoughts. Fuck me... I’m going to need to be more on guard. Especially with Dominic still out there somewhere.
“I’m actually pissed that you just killed her and wasted whatever little magic I could have gotten. Do you want me to be some weak mortal?” I growl, knowing that my anger doesn’t affect her in the least. She smiles, rolling her eyes.
“Hell babe. I didn’t even think of that. I was just having some fun.” She moves closer to me, trying to look in my eyes. I know this fucking trick, and I won’t let it happen.
“I’m not in the mood for you right now. Let’s go.” I turn toward the road, realizing we didn’t drive here. Amira comes up and grabs my hand before we are transported back to the building we call home. I used to get so disoriented when we would teleport, but now it doesn’t even faze me.
“Not to worry, I’ll find you a witch soon. I know you miss your magic.” Amira says as she goes and sits on her throne. I don’t even look at her as I head to our room. Of course she doesn’t need to worry. She has tons of magic. Demonic and those of the witch she inhabits. I wasn’t born with magic, so the only way I can get magic is if I steal it or kill a witch.
I LAY ON THE BED, OPENING the book to a random page. I suppose I should read it in order, but I don’t really give a fuck. This one is dated from high school.
September 6: Junior Year!!!
We got home from our trip to Boston. It was both fun and weird. As I said the other day, there was that odd moment in the cemetery. Kitty Sue was possessed for a little while. It was kind of funny seeing Seby all flustered from her advances. He totally knew it wasn’t really his girlfriend though. We got the demon out, and had a really fun time. I keep telling the girls that I want to go back to Salem some time and really explore. Sorry, I just giggled because my best friend’s name is Salem and I want to go to Salem. Sorry again, I’m tired. I hate busses. Anyways, everything seems to be fine now, and Kitty Sue and Seby are even closer. They are so cute together!
It had taken a few readings for me to realize that Trinity was calling me Seby. I am not a fan of the nickname. I guess wherever this book came from, I didn’t mind the nickname as much. I flip to another page, further in the book.
July 2: College Bound!!!
High School has been over for a month! But, that is not why I’m writing! Today one of my best friends got engaged!!! That’s right, Kitty Sue and Seby are getting married!!! They say they are going to wait until after college. Probably longer than that. I guess it was super cute, if not super silly how Seby proposed. He had bought a ring for Kitty a while ago, but it was just supposed to be a “promise ring”. He told her to take it off for the first time ever before going to bed. Kitty says she was half asleep when he came into the room with her ring and asked her to marry him. I think it took longer for her to say yes than what she told me since she was sleeping, but I’m so excited for them!
That sounds lame as fuck. I don’t really think of myself as a romantic, but if I was really in love with someone, wouldn’t I want it to be more exciting? Not asking someone when they’re half asleep... I flip again to something farther back. All this mushy high school shit is annoying.
May 14:
I absolutely hate this. I hate that I’m so mad at Tobias, but at the same time I still love him. I hate that my friends are right. I need to take time to get over everything that happened in Germany. Kitty Sue and Seby have been great. They come over when they don’t have work. Salem even makes sure we do stuff so I’m not alone too often. Except at night. I can’t sleep. All I see is either Brian about to kill me; Brian about to kill Tobias; Tobias handing me over; my friends dying. I don’t have nice dreams any more. The only thing I have to look forward to is going to work and then having circle. We didn’t go to any party for May Day this year. We did a small group of our coven. With everything that happened with Aria, the magic world is laying low. No huge parties. I miss Toby. Kitty Sue has started on planning her wedding. I know she wants to wait another year, but at least it’s a nice distraction. Seby’s magic is becoming better controlled as well. I’m so glad that he can fully be a part of the group now. I feel like he always kind of felt left out, even though we never wanted him to feel that way.
So, I’ve been supposedly engaged to Kitty Sue for 5 years. Even now, the thought of marriage makes me gag. I mean... I’m only 23. The date makes me frown. My frown deepens at the mention of magic. How did I get magic? I really should read this in order. It’s not even close to being May. The summer is only just ending. I flip back to a date for around this time.
September 22:
Aria is non-stop bugging the crap out of me about the damn Samhain Ball. It’s not even for another month, but she insists that I talk to her almost every day. Since she’s my aunt’s best friend, I answer the phone. I really need to learn to say “no” to her. Kitty and Salem roll their eyes every time I answer. Both also believe that I need a new boyfriend. After Jake, I’m just not interested. It would be nice to have a relationship like Kitty and Seby. Since Salem and Sophie are also still single, I am sure to remind them that my love life doesn’t count until they find guys too. Kitty and Seby are super cute together though. I want to find a guy that holds my waist, and smiles at me like Seby does with Kit. I catch him with super lovey eyes staring at her from across the room sometimes, or through the flames during circle. It’s so cool that he doesn’t have magic, but he still loves Kit and completely supports her.
So, between now and May, somehow I gain my own magic. I put the book in my pocket. Amira hasn’t been back to the room yet, but it’s only a matter of time, and I don’t need her taking this book from me before I have a chance to read the whole thing. I’m still super pissed that this book even exists. I’m sure it’s just another one of those mind fuck games that Trinity’s friends are trying to pull. Divide and conquer or whatever. I need to get my hands on that damn junkie, Dominic. I’m sure I can persuade him to spill any knowledge he may have about this journal. I hate waiting for a chance to do something without Amira though. She can be really clingy. I’ll probably have to wait for her to go on one of her hell visits with Satan.
I RIP THE FLOOR BOARD up from the bathroom, pulling out the stupid diary. I couldn’t keep leaving the damn thing in my pocket. Amira was bound to find and destroy it. I have mostly finished it. Honestly, it’s a bunch of junk about Trinity being in London, and nothing to do with me, or anyone I may have known. I have been re-reading anything with my name in it, dog-earing the pages. The junkie and whoever the fuck he’s with have all fled somewhere. I’ve gone back to his trash apartment so many times, I think I’m starting to smell like garbage. I haven’t had demon blood in so long my brain is starting to feel tingly. I also feel like a damn pussy. When Amira kills someone my heart stabs as if I care or some shit.
“Master?” The damn imp has been stalking me. I quickly shove the book into my pocket. I don’t need him telling Amira about it. I know he won’t keep anything from her.
“Have you found the junkie yet?” I growl out, trying to keep my voice angry. In reality, my damn conscious has been back full strength, and I just feel sorry for him. Amira treats him like shit. He has to obey her. I know it has to do with some rock.
“No Master. But, the Mistress is angry and looking for you.” I haven’t felt this sliver of fear hit me in a long time. I only nod, walking toward her makeshift throne room. She’s throwing a tantrum, and apparently a few of her minions have suffered in her wake.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask, folding my arms across my chest. She glares and hisses at me, the full demon showing.
“The pendant is gone!” She screams, throwing more shit. I have no fucking clue what she’s going on about.
“What pendant?” I sigh, not even knowing where the fuck to look, or what the fuck I’m looking for.
“My necklace. I had it when I burned that bitch in the barn, and I haven’t seen it since then. It’s missing, and it is not something that should be missing.” Her demon magic grabs hold of Loki, flinging him across the room. I flinch slightly at his abuse.
“Go back to that place and look for it!” She hisses at me again. I roll my eyes.
“I don’t even know what the fuck I’m looking for.”
“You’ll know it when you see it!” She flicks her wrist and I’m at the charred remains of that damn barn. My stomach turns slightly. I am becoming so weak. I really need to get my magic back, or find out more about this damn book. I feel my back pocket, sighing in relief that it’s still there. I walk around what used to be a barn, staying far from the area where Sophie had died. I sit in the grass, pulling out the book, and opening to the final page.
August 8:
I’m writing this because I’m so pissed off, but I want it written down. Kitty has been being stalked by some stupid demon! For months! I knew something was wrong on the phone. I knew I shouldn’t have stayed in London so long! Seby even informed me that the bitch was at the house tonight! And to make things so much better, the vendetta is against Kitty, but the crazy demon wants Seby!? How does that make any damn sense? I can’t even think of how this will work out. I have no clue how to get rid of this bitch. I’m going to have to do a lot of research on this. Luckily, my amazing boyfriend loves doing research. We’re going to have to have a discussion about protecting Kit and Seby. There is a way to beat this demon, we just haven’t found it yet.
I can’t believe this shit. Amira wanted me for some vendetta against Kitty Sue, but why? I can’t let this book get into anyone’s hands. I wish I could set it on fire, but I can’t. Getting to my feet, I throw the book as hard as I can into the foliage. I’ve read it all, some pages more than others. Today was the only time I had decided to read the last page. I didn’t want to believe it being so far into the future... a future that wasn’t part of this time.
“Loki!” I yell, knowing that somehow the stupid imp can hear me. Whether it’s because Amira has him follow me, or that’s just how imps work. The little bat-like thing shows up, looking worse for wear. Amira is still in a mood. This compassion bullshit is pissing me off.
“Yes Master?” He looks terrified. I want to get some information. He’s been with Amira for a long time.
“How long have you been with Amira?” I walk around the debris, pretending to look for this pendant. I have no idea what the hell she’s talking about.
“Since before she was demon. Loki only serves the stone master.” Loki looks around as if Amira can hear him. “We should not be talking about the demon mistress. She will be angry.”
“Was the world like it is now?” I move some weeds, staying far from the blackened wood. Loki looks around again.
“No. The world was different. Loki helped demon mistress. Loki found the witches and brought the pendant. I’m a good Loki.” I look at him. I need to find his stone.
“Take me to my bedroom.” I order, not caring for this hunting game. If Amira wants some missing pendant, she can find it herself.
AMIRA IS STILL IN THE midst of throwing a fit over the missing pendant. While she is preoccupied, I’m looking for Loki’s stone. I know she keeps it in the room. Usually on the dresser. It’s not here, which leads me to think that she has it on her. Fuck! I slam the drawer shut, not caring about the shit that falls off. Then I see the stone roll to the floor. I grab up the stone, smiling to myself. Imps have some good magic. They can do things that I definitely can’t. They remind me of the house elves from Harry Potter. I shove the stone into my pocket. I need to get away from Amira. I need to clear my head. She’s an excellent tracker.
“Loki!” I say again, not yelling. I don’t want to signal Amira that I’m back. The imp shows up again. “Take me back to the barn.” He only nods, and we are both at the site. He can’t leave me unless I order him to. He can’t obey Amira unless I tell him to. Being on the run from a demon isn’t going to be fun, however, having spent the last 5 years with her, I think I can avoid her for at least a week or so.
“Loki has new master?” Loki asks, and that damn compassion comes back, and I kind of want to hug him. That fucking book must have had some kind of magic on it. I hate these feelings I’m getting.
“Yes, and right now we need to get away from your old one before she figures out that we bailed.” I say, walking through the weeds, deeper into the wooded area.
“Loki take you someplace, Master.” I feel him touch me right before I blink and we are in some abandoned house. “This is Master’s house from the other time.” I look around the dusty room. It means nothing to me. I have no memories of this place, or any idea what Loki is talking about. It must be the house from the journal I read. Whoever lived here has abandoned it.
“Do you know where Dominic and Salem are?” I ask, wondering if I should even be here. The amount of dust might kill me.
“Loki can go look.” He vanishes before I can tell him not to bother. Fucking great... I walk into the kitchen, hoping I don’t find mold. I can’t stand mold. Luckily, whoever left this place apparently hadn’t eaten before leaving, though I don’t even want to check the fridge. I rifle through the cabinets, wondering what kind of food might be here. I grab a can of Spaghetti-O’s, double checking the expiration date. After opening half the cupboards, I find bowls and a spoon. I find it interesting that the electricity still works. Amira has really fucked up this city.
“Why the fuck do I even care?! A week ago I wanted to be a demon!” I growl to myself. I shouldn’t care. I’ve killed dozens of witches, enjoyed watching Amira destroy thousands of demons in her rage. But ever since finding that damned book... I’ve become caring. If I can get my hands on Dominic or Salem, maybe I can get this shit fixed. Get back to becoming a full-fledged demon. Not this mushy human.
“Loki can’t locate them at this time, Master. Loki is sorry. Loki will punish himself.” Loki goes to grab a large pan, but I grab it before he can.
“No need.” Loki flinches, awaiting for me to hit him. Part of me really wants to. I shove the rest of the food in his arms. “Finish those.” I say, taking the pan back to the kitchen. I don’t want to see the imp eat. Amira barely feeds him. “When you’re done, go find us something better. I could go for some burgers and fries. Get enough for you.” I’m going to have to keep him nourished. He’s the only magic I have until I can find another witch, or until Amira finds me.
THE DAMN IMP STILL hasn’t located Dominic or Salem. Amira hasn’t found us yet either, which is vastly helpful. This crap shack is also starting to bore the fuck out of me. I hate reading, so the amount of books on a shelf in a bedroom don’t mean shit. I haven’t found any computer, so internet options are out, and I don’t dare turn on my phone. Loki seems to be the only one of us thriving in this place. He’s plumper, and his wings have fully healed. They actually stretch far.
“We can’t stay here much longer. It’s only a matter of time before Amira finds us.” I growl, chewing on some chicken. Loki is still a scared little imp, but at least the shaking has stopped. “Do you know somewhere else we can hide?” I look to him, throwing him some of the chicken.
“Loki will scout a new hidey spot. Loki will help Master.” And POOF he’s gone again. Before I can blink, I’m transported to a new kitchen. This one is a bit fancier, but just as dusty. “Loki move you to witch house.” Loki sits on the counter, probably too scared to move closer.
“What the fuck does witch house mean?” I ask, getting up from the chair and heading to what I hope is the living room. I stop dead in my tracks seeing the large picture on the mantle. This is Trinity’s old house. “Why did you bring me here?” Why would this imp want to be here? It’s too goody goody for evil like us.
“Demon will not find us here. Demon can’t come here. Loki make us safe.” Loki looks too proud, but I just feel sick. The smiling faces of her parents haunt me. They didn’t even shout out in fear or try to lash out when I had killed them. They were defiant until the end.
“Destroy the pictures. I don’t want to see them.” I can’t help the yell. Seeing those faces makes me feel vile. Not evil, but dirty. Loki wastes no time removing every picture from the room, and hopefully the house. As I explore the house I find the basement. The only part of the house I feel more at peace. Maybe because it’s where they have all their witchcraft stuff. Their entire basement is like walking into one of those Pagan shops Amira used to love to terrorize. It was always the best place to find witches. I skim the books on the shelves, a book on time travel catches my eye. A memory from years ago tries to break through, but doesn’t quite make it.
“Loki help Master?” Loki’s squeaky voice does that scared sounding shit again. I need some quiet, and for some reason I need to read this book.
“Go find Dominic or Salem.” I order, hoping he will be successful in his task this time. I skim through the pages. Some shit about the negative effects of time travel, things you shouldn’t do if you time travel, even a spell on how to create the portal. Next to the spell is a drawing of some kind. Looks to be different phases of the moon. A flash of a pendant Amira always wore pops in my brain. That’s what she was so pissy about. She lost her time traveling necklace. Fuck! Now I wanted to find it... but looking in that field would take days, weeks possibly. And I didn’t have that kind of time.
“Loki found them. They are hiding. Loki can’t get in, but Loki can take you there.” I about jump out of my skin when I hear his voice. The Imp is like a damned ninja. I hold up a hand, stopping him from touching me. I rip the page out of the book, looking around the basement. I don’t know what most of this shit is, but I’ll learn. As soon as we get back from scoping out Dominic and Salem.
“We hide. I don’t want them to see us. I just want to check things out.” I warn before placing my hand forward. Loki only nods before I am transported. We’re in another wooded area, at the tree line, and I can see a small house. I can see Dom sitting in the grass, and I want to plunge a dagger into his heart and steal his magic. He’s creating a box around himself, and I hate that I didn’t steal his magic back when I was more evil. Now that I’m starting to feel I only mostly want to kill him. There are others near him. Salem, some huge black guy, a strawberry blonde, and another woman with black hair. My heart stops as Amira’s face looks over at Dom... no, not Amira, but close enough.
“Loki find Kitty-Cat too. Loki should tell Demon?” Loki whispers, and I grab one of his wings, hard. I can feel it almost break. I don’t break it though. I should... it would only help me become evil again.
“No! You are my servant now. We are not going back to the Demon. We are doing our own thing.” I whisper harshly. I release his wing. I look to the crumpled paper in my hand, and back to the group. Kitty-Cat... I know her. Don’t I? I stumble as some memories flash before my eyes, temporarily blinding me. A cute girl playing flute, smiling at me. A cute girl sitting on my lap. Kissing her. Forgetting her.
“What does Master want to do?” Loki whispers, and his fear of me causing him to shake once again . I look back at the group, most of them heading into the house. Dominic is the only one still outside. Now will be the defining point on becoming evil. But, maybe I don’t want to kill them anymore... maybe I just want to help.
