Chapter Three: Medium; The Bridge
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Gabriel POV
"I love you, Elijah!"
Thereupon my arrival at The Ledbury hotel, London, United Kingdom. Fan's squeal excitedly outside the hotel doors which I was being ushered inside by my securities.
"How long before all this is over?" I asked my manager while waving and smiling at the crowd of people who were screaming out my name.
"Judging by the crowd." The manager started looking at his wristwatch, "I'd say roughly ten hours."
"You have to be kidding me!" I mumbled, taking off my Gucci sunglasses upon arriving at my signing table.
Soon as the signing event had begun the people started calming down, which minimize the throbbing pain inside my head.
"What's your name?" I asked the first female fan who was standing before me with a copy of one of the books I've written.
"Taylor Denver"
"Okay, Ms. Denver." I acknowledged before signing my autograph and wrote a small quote on the last page inside the book.
"Thank you, I love you so much, author your books are so amazing!" She declared with tears in her eyes.
"I'm happy that you're a fan of my work, thank you," I said handing back the book over towards her.
I knew I was famous but didn't know I was this famous. I continued going through the same process of signing and leaving a small excerpt, while still thanking everyone for their support.
It was going okay until...
"Name?"
"Scott Webb"
"Are you sure that's your name? Because that's not you're body." I whispered low enough, so he could hear which he did because soon after the word has left my lips he sent a devious smile my way.
"Thanks for coming Scott, wish you a long existence," I told her after handing over the signed book.
To others, it sounded like a nice gesture, but he knew what I meant. Because he was no longer smiling but sending daggers my way.
"I'll get you for this" He sent a message to my thoughts before striding away with a stiff smile on his face.
Great, just great I've sworn not to get involved with another demon, but I just couldn't retain myself from not saying anything.
After the signing has been completed, and I gave a short interview to a journalist, I thanked everyone once again for their support which made the book signing a success.
"Jen, get me some aspirin," I told my assistant as I was about to get into the SUV van.
"Everything has been taken care of, I'll take you to your penthouse where you'll be staying." My manager informed me after I was seated.
After nodding at him, I rolled the window down to get some fresh air when a white car drove up blocking my view.
"Hi, Elijah" he called recording the conversation with his tablet. "I love your work"
"Which of my books have you read?" I asked wearily knowing he's fabricating.
"Umm, the one with the demons?" He answered unsurely.
"f**k off" I cursed rolling the window up, I bet this will be on the internet first thing.
As an award-winning paranormal fiction author, all eyes have been on me. On the Internet, they called me "The gifted one" since all my books have been top sellers.
But only if they knew my work is not as fictional as they believed but is indeed a reality.
Being a tribrid comes with great power, but demons always intended on using my body to cause mass chaos and destruction.
You must be wondering, how can demons possess a body and a powerful tribrid at that? I'm a bridge to which cross over from the living world unto the dead. Therefore, which allows the demon to cross over into the world of the living.
They can easily possess human bodies, but they will not last since humans body which gets weak after long possession. And it is also against the rules. The dead must remain with the dead and living with the living.
But that isn't the case for me, since I'm not entirely human. So demons instantly made me their targets.
All through my years, I have to ward off demons who tried taking my body. These things never rest.
Some evil, still lingered in this world waiting for justice to be severed and those were the dangerous ones. Because they could do anything and hurt one in their aggressive state of mind.
Upon arriving at the penthouse my security team led me inside trust to be safe, after scanning the entire unit they bid their good night.
Strolling to my room, I kick my shoes off and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. Later, after my shower, I entered back into the room where I find a tray filled with food on the bedside table.
After having my dinner, I made my way toward the bed flopping down on the soft mattress, letting out a deep sigh.
Lying on my back and covering my face in the crook of my arm I fell asleep, which didn't last long because the next thing I knew I was jumping from the bed.
"You know, you could have waited until I get my beauty sleep, I hate being interrupted by demons," I told the male demon who was snarling at me. Exposing his black teeth.
"So, Scott this is your form?"
He was pale as if no blood was in his body, there was a hole in the middle of his bald head. Dark purple bags were underneath his sunken eyes, with purple dried lips.
"What do you want."
"Revenge! They took everything away from me!" He roared.
"Wait, a second" I pointed my finger at her stopping her from saying any more.
Reaching over I took a hold of my phone and urged him to continued while I started recording his conversation.
"I thought the b***h had loved me, I never thought she would have gone this far and that to killed me...." He declared.
"Umm, who are you talking about?" I asked confusedly.
"My lover" the demon glared at me.
"Oh," I nodded at him indicating for him to carry on.
"I was once a race car star, who fell in love with a diner girl. I gave her the best life but who would have thought she would be my end."
"Indeed, who knew," I recited.
"Your body is strong enough to house me until I get my revenge and that is why I need your body to take my revenge! I've been here longer than I should, but I will not leave until I succeed in killing her." He openly declared.
"And what makes you think I'll make you possess my body?"
"If you refused, I'll just have to kill you and take control." He laughed and launched at my throat in hopes of ripping it out.
But being a half-vampire have its perks, in the speed of light, I grabbed hold of his neck and channeled my power to his which causes his body to burst into flames.
AN. Medium: someone who claims to be able to communicate with the spirits of dead people
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