Ch-4
1263 Words
Amelia opened her eyes very slowly. Her vision was blurred in crazy overlapping images, as if her eyes were operating separately from each other.
She tried to focus on the angel that had saved her, but all she saw was a dark, hulking figure, and there were two of those figures. They were on the floor with her in the sitting room.
How did she get here?
The angel must have carried her…but where did he go? Amelia remembered the panic-inducing monster from earlier, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
Sucking in a deep breath, she opened them again, but there were still two of the dark hulking figures…blurry too.
She felt strangely unalarmed, considering, and her brain cells just floating in space.
Aloud, she wondered. “Am I dead?”
“I would say no, but honestly, many always say meeting me is death in itself.” That deep angel voice answered, and Amelia frowned.
Meeting an angel shouldn’t be like death.
Although she supposed, only dead people met angels. But he’d promised she would be alright. She couldn’t be dead. Her baby boy Ethan, needs her.
“No,” she said finally. Her mouth felt dry and she licked her lips. “This isn’t happening. I’m on the bed back in New York and I’m having a dream.”
When she reached up to swipe away the imagination of the hulking figure, the two figures blended into one solid monster and Amelia’s eyes widened in shock.
Her double vision was replaced by a sharp visual contrasts. She could see everything as if in 4k…, the hall archway, the parlour, and the small clawfoot rocking chair her granny always sat on.
Everything looked so clear, as if she were seeing it for the first time.
And then her gaze swung back to the monster in front of her. His arms were encircling her, and Amelia almost fainted again.
“Let go of me,” she whispered, and immediately, his arms left her.
“What the hell are you?” she croaked, scrambling back against the nearest wall.
The monster smirked, or whatever that lip tilt could be called and a wicked gleam appeared in
his eyes.
“Thalrik,” it said. “My name is Thalrik and I am the demon of mischief.”
“Ooh god, I've lost my mind.” Amelia screeched and began slapping her face, trying and begging to get out of this hell her mind had trapped her in.
But the…the thing continued to speak. “Your blood spilt on your grandmother’s abandoned circle, and you, my dear, completed the ritual. So you have tethered me to you until New Year’s Eve.”
Amelia’s pulse thundered in her ears. “What the hell are you talking about? Oh god, I shouldn’t speak to it. Talking to your schizophrenic ministrations gives it power. Not real. Not real. Not real.”
“Humans and their weak minds. Please don’t go crazy on me, lady,” Thalrik…no Amelia refused to call IT by a name. The thing interrupted her and leaned forward. “Unless you’d like to offer me a human sacrifice, I’m afraid we’re stuck with each other.”
As its face loomed closer to Amelia’s, her panic began rising again, and she opened her mouth to scream, but it snapped its finger and Amelia was held frozen in time, mouth gaping.
Her heart stopped, the air locked into her unmoving lungs, her blood slowing until it lay limply in her veins. The only thing she could do was move her eyes around, which were enlarged in shocked fear.
“I am done with this bullshit. Scream one more time, lady, and I will freeze you forever.” Thalrik snapped, tone bordering on irritation. “I should be the one screaming actually! One minute, I was hanging in a f*****g void, stuck in place for months, thanks to that crazy old lady messing with black magic and the next, I was sucked out and spat in front of you…. Your face would scare a f*****g toddler. So stop screaming or I’ll scream too!”
And then he snapped his fingers. Amelia gasped, dragging in lungfuls of air as the blood began moving under her veins again.
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Thalrik silently watched her and smiled when he saw she was coming to terms with her reality.
But how could he make her warm up to him?
Aha! He got it!
Anytime a weak minded human conjured him, the only time they relaxed was if he took a human form.
So closing his eyes, Thalrik began humming a tune under his breath as he entered into her head and began picking her memory apart.
Hmm. there was a box labelled happy family time.
He opened that memory box and frowned when he saw a sand colored haired man kissing a young Amelia as he took her on a yacht date.
The man’s eyes were pure evil and he wondered how Amelia couldn’t see past his plastic smile. Even his name sounded Douchey.
Greg.
He couldn’t believe she married him.
Uninterested in the rest of her life with douche Greg, he exited her memory and then with a snap of his fingers, his body shifted, shrinking, reshaping itself until he stood before her as her ex-husband. Naked as the day he was born.
But the human female just let out a distressed cry.
Thalrik’s borrowed features twisted into confusion as he took a step closer to Amelia. “What?” he asked, fully irritated at this time. “I changed into your ‘Greg’ to make you comfortable and now this? Are all human females this f*****g hard to please?”
“Change. Back. Now,” Amelia gasped, her voice shaking with rage.
Thalrik rolled his eyes and shifted back into his original form, muttering something about humans and their infuriating complexities.
“Figment,” Amelia whispered, her nails digging into her palms. “You’re not real. You’re just a figment of my imagination. That’s all.”
Thalrik sighed dramatically. “Sure. I know this is a lot to take in but I promise you I’m as real as the divorce papers you signed two months ago.”
Amelia felt her head spin at his remark.
It was incredibly insensitive but he didn’t even seem to realize he may have said something wrong for he leaned in closer, his tone dropping to a menacing purr. “At the risk of taking the job of a radio, I’ll repeat myself—unless you give me a sacrifice….”
“Not happening!” Amelia snarled at the Demon before she could stop herself. He was starting to annoy her, even though he wasn’t real.
The demon only chuckled. “Didn’t think so. Guess we’re stuck with each other until New Year’s then.”
Amelia stormed out, feeling her blood thrumming in her veins. Now she wasn't even as scared as she'd been earlier. She was just f*****g pissed off.
As she reached for the door, Amelia worried for a moment that it wouldn't let her out, but she twisted the handle and it popped open.
She gulped and stepped out, not daring to look back at the now-quiet house while her mind raced with crazy thoughts.
A f*****g demon tethered to her for the holidays unless she gave him a human sacrifice when she came looking for peace?? How could this be real?
“Oh grandmother,” she cried under her breath as she entered her car. “What the hell have you done?”
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