The Fallen Angels Captives

Chapter 28: A case

I answered the phone, tucking it between my ear and shoulder as I glanced out the window. “Hello?”

“Hello Destiny, how are you feeling?”

It was Mrs. Denford, her unmistakable calm and clipped voice, so I tried to sound more professional. “Oh hello, I’m feeling good, thank you, is everything ok?”

“Oh good, and yes, everything’s fine,” she said, though there was weight beneath her words. “I know it may be a little early, but we don’t have anyone else with the experience you and Melissa have with exorcisms. We have a case. An extremely severe case of demonic possession, proof has been provided already. If you are feeling up to the task, would you be able to visit the family?”

My pulse quickened and I got butterflies in my tummy, I’d missed the excitement my work involved, and I jumped at the chance. “Yes, absolutely, I’d love to, have you spoken to Melissa yet?”

My boss was quiet for a moment and then answered, “I have, but she isn’t quite ready to come back yet, especially regarding demons.”

I wasn’t that surprised, I knew Melissa had been more traumatized from what the queen had put us through, the only reason she was ok with Jake was because she’d gotten to know him, he was friendly and took care of her and so wasn’t ‘scary’ anymore, the same couldn’t be said for other demons and I hadn’t thought about it until now, I wondered if perhaps it was a bad idea me sending a bunch of demons to Melissa.

“Ok, when do I need to visit them?”

“Tomorrow, if that’s ok, around six in the evening?”

I agreed and after some more talk about the priest assigned, the address and the family, we said goodbye and I hung up.

Nothing else really exciting happened that day until bedtime. Hunter was sprawled across the sofa watching another horror film of mine, he’d almost gone through my over a hundred collection, already. I crossed the room quietly, then climbed onto his lap, straddling him without a word.

He barely had time to react before I kissed him.

“Mm, what’s this for?” He murmured against my lips, voice low and amused.

“I’m horny,” I breathed and kissed him harder. It felt so good knowing I could do this without fear of him rejecting me, to finally know that, for whatever reason, he did like me back.

I got a little too excited and rough and started pulling at his trousers. “f***k me,” I whispered, my words more of a demand than a request. His eyebrows lifted in surprise at my confidence. “You’re really bossy, you know that right?”

I put my fingers over his mouth. “Ssh, just f***k me.” I slid down onto his big hard member and moaned both in pleasure and pain as I stretched around him, lucky for me, just looking at him made me wet.

With my hand still over his mouth I rode him harder and worked fast and faster until I came hard, moaning and begging for him to f***k me hard, he did as I asked and pounded into me so hard I thought I might break.

“Did you come?” I asked afterward.

“No, but I don’t need to, I still enjoyed it.” He pulled me in against his chest when my face fell. I had been quick, the s**x had been all of ten minutes tops and feeling embarrassed I said, “I’m sorry, we can go again if you want?”

He smiled at me and gently tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. “No. Just being with you is enough for me, Destiny.”

I searched his expression, uncertain of what this meant. “So you don’t want s**x with me? You’d happily live without ever having s**x with me?” I worried.

“If you didn’t want s**x, it wouldn’t matter to me, I’m with you for you, not the pleasure you can give me.” At my disappointed expression he laughed gently, “but that doesn’t mean you don’t turn me on or that I don’t want s**x with you. I still very much enjoy it, so stop worrying.”

I thought about it for a while and realized he made me actually feel very secure in that area. I would never have to worry about being pressured into being intimate with him or upsetting him if I wasn’t in the mood, I knew from Melissa’s stories that she’d dated men who would become angry and frustrated if she didn’t want s**x or give it to them enough.

Thinking all of this, I was happy that Hunter wasn’t like that, he could live without it but also happily please me whenever I wanted, I realized I had the best of both worlds with Hunter in that respect.

When it was time to visit the family, I was pulling on my coat and was ready to leave when I teasingly said to Hunter, “wish me luck, I need to help a family get rid of your parasite brothers and sisters.”

He frowned at me. “Maybe they’re just drawn to the darkness that’s already naturally inside of you disturbed humans.”

I threw a pillow at him, but he caught it making me groan in frustration. I slammed the front door behind me but then couldn’t bring myself to leave without touching him. I ran back inside, grabbed his face between my hands, and kissed him hard on the lips.

“You’re a f.ucking psycho, you know that, right?” He asked.

I nodded, grinning, and he rolled his eyes and smiled.

The house stood on a quiet street, neat and almost too perfect under the dimming evening light. The garden was meticulously kept, fresh cut grass, flowerbeds blooming in careful rows, children’s toys scattered off to one side like frozen evidence of normal life. You wouldn’t think there was a possession going on inside.

The priest was waiting for me outside the house when I arrived. “Hello, father Jacob?”

He nodded, offering a polite smile. “Yes, lovely to meet you, Destiny, shall we?” He indicated towards the door. We walked up the short path together. The air felt still. Too still. I reached up to the door and knocked.

A lady answered and I could tell right away that she hadn’t slept in a long while. Her light-brown hair was scraped back into a low ponytail, her brown eyes had dark circles under them and her lips were cracked and sore looking. She was so thin and frail looking in an oversized white cardigan that for a second I wondered if she was the one possessed.

“Hello, please come on in.” She stepped aside and we both entered the home. Inside, the house smelled faintly of stale air and something metallic underneath it. It was warm, but not comforting. Just heavy.

A two-year-old boy was playing with some toy animals on the living room floor, pushing them across the soft carpet and making soft, absent noises. The normality of it felt wrong somehow.

The mother led us into the kitchen for privacy and while we sat down at the table she asked, “would you like some tea or anything?”

“I’ll have some tea please,” father Jacob said. I asked for some water, we both could see that she needed to keep busy doing something.

Father Jacobs asked, “how is your daughter, Mrs kemp?”

I noticed Mrs kemps hands trembling as she poured in the tea.

“Not good father, it isn’t even Savanna anymore, it’s just that thing,” she hissed the word ‘thing’ with such rage and despair.

“It hurts her father, when it’s in control of her it makes her claw at her own face, she’s torn off a few of her fingernails.”

Father Jacobs didn’t even touch his tea, he wanted to go up to see the girl as soon as possible.