“Wait…wait..wait..” Lillian placed her hands out defensively as the circle of individuals closed in on them, becoming smaller and smaller. “We’re not here to do anyone any harm, we just have a few questions, really… I grew up in a small town and I was just always curious. I was hoping you guys could tell me what exactly a ghost is?”
Someone in the crowd burst out into mean laughter. “Good try, lady,” someone snorted in a mean voice, yet Lillian continued to talk. Caleb knew exactly what Lillian was doing. She was trying to buy them some time.
“Smoke em!” An angry voice called out, trying to incite the crowd. A man jumped forward and grabbed Lillian around the wrist. Lillian shrieked and tried to pull away, but the man’s grip was like steel.
Before Caleb even knew what was happening, his bear took over. Lillian needed his protection and he was ready to defend her at all costs. Caleb lunged forward and grabbed the man that had Lillian’s arm. He held the man up by the neck, and his legs dangled and kicked around in the air, searching for an invisible foothold. A few members of the crowd drew back. Then Caleb-- fired up as a bull (or a bear)-threw the man across the room where he hit a faraway wall, and slid to the floor with a loud violent thump.
“Would anyone else like some?” Caleb asked the crowd. Much to Lillian’s surprise, a handful of the men didn’t seem the least bit deterred. In fact, they almost seemed to enjoy the excitement of it all, and eagerly wanted a piece of the action.
A tall man stepped forward, donning some kind of club in his hand. The club reminded Lillian of the old nightsticks that police officers used to patrol with. The man slapped the club against his other bare hand and smiled stupidly. Then, without warning he lunged toward Caleb—attempting to bring the club down on his head. Caleb caught the club in mid-air and twisted the man’s arm back hard, until Lillian heard a loud cracking sound. She then grabbed a beer bottle from a nearby table and smashed it over the man’s head for good measure. By the end of it, the tall man lay on the floor bawling like a baby, with one broken arm and a cracked skull.
Now, two men dressed in leather stepped forward. Lillian’s psychic abilities clearly told her that both were possessed by a demon. Lillian looked at Caleb and shook her head no—as if trying to communicate that fighting with them would be a bad idea. Caleb ignored her warning and sprang into action. He kicked the first man square in the stomach, and with a crackling and popping sound, in seconds he transformed into his bear while still in mid-air. There were a few loud gasps from the crowd. Through her job with the Department, Lillian had been around plenty of shifters, but even she was impressed by the speed grace of his transformation—shifting in mid-air was magnificent. Caleb hit the ground with a large heavy thump— a beautiful bear, yet a particularly vicious predator. Caleb raised his gigantic claws into the air and roared. His roar was so fierce that it shook the rafters of the building and sent shivers down Lillian’s spine. Then, he bore his razor sharp teeth. Drool dripped from the corner of Caleb’s mouth and a growl emanated from his chest. He was scanning the room, ready to kill. Another roar, and the sound moved through Lillian’s body fiercely. In a strange way she found herself somewhat turned on by this display of his strength—yet this was not the time to marvel at her impressive comrade. They were in serious trouble.
For a split second, Caleb caught Lillian’s glance. “Follow behind me,” his bear-eyes seemed to convey. Before Lillian knew what was happening Caleb was swiping at people in the crowd, ripping at limbs, and baring his teeth to anyone who approached. Lillian kept close behind him, squinting and shielding her eyes from some of the carnage and blood splatter. After a few minutes, most of the people lay on the floor groaning and clutching at themselves, while Caleb and Lillian ran for the door.
Instead of opening the door like a human, Caleb simply lunged through the glass, shattering it in one swift movement. Again, he shifted mid-air, back into his human form as they ran towards their car in the parking lot. Even amid all of the chaos, Lillian couldn’t help but smile as she saw Caleb’s bare butt running in front of her. His back was sleek and muscular, and his muscles rippled as he moved. When they reached the car, both of them flung the doors wide open and jumped inside.
They sat in the car for a moment attempting to catch their breath. Lillian’s heart fluttered within her chest, as she caught Caleb’s glance. He was such a striking man. The excitement of it all had made Caleb feel invigorated and particularly brave and much to Lillian’s surprise, he reached across the car and pulled her close. After pausing for one brief moment he pressed his lips to her own and kissed her deeply. Lillian parted her lips, accepting his tongue and taking it inside of her mouth. He tasted sweet, but there was also a hint of blood in his kiss. As he kissed her, the rest of the world melted away and she felt a tingle emanating from the pit of her stomach. Her body instinctively wanted more of him. She felt a trickling warmth between her legs as her heart fluttered within her chest. Both her body and heart seemed to be opening to him. She wanted more of his touch. She couldn’t help herself.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, Lillian noticed a shadow. A man now stood before them, in front of the vehicle pointing a gun at the car. Before she could even cry out, the man had emptied a handful of bullets into the car. Lillian covered her head and screamed as the bullets flew all around them. Caleb seemed unafraid. Instead of hiding, he started the car, and pressed the accelerator down hard slamming the hood of the car into the body of the man who’d shot at them. Lillian could hear a series of loud thumps as the man’s body flew up and over the hood. He then hit the pavement with a loud thud as they peeled off, leaving him for dead. Lillian glanced in the side mirror, and could see the crumpled form of a man lying in the parking lot like an abandoned rag-doll.
Caleb pressed the accelerator down hard, but his driving skills seemed to suddenly become a bit erratic. He was weaving all over the road. Lillian looked down and noticed a massive amount of blood flowing from Caleb’s leg. Without thinking, she pulled off her shirt and pressed it hard against the wound while Caleb winced. Caleb smiled slightly at the sight of her beautiful full round breasts bound up in her red bra. She looked incredible, was it the blood loss or the sight of her that made him feel weak.
“Pull over and let me drive, Caleb. You’re losing too much blood!” Lillian yelled.
“We have to keep going. They’re probably following us.” Caleb barked back.
“Pull over!’ Lillian insisted again. Caleb turned towards her in order to answer, and in that split second, the car careened off of the road and ran into a ditch where it flipped over, cartwheeling down the side of a steep hill.
Everything happened so fast that Lillian wasn’t even totally sure of what had occurred. All she knew was that she was now hanging upside down in the car, held in by her seatbelt. Caleb was on the floor, laying in a mass of broken glass, groaning. He seemed to be going in and out of consciousness.
“Damn you Caleb, I told you to let me drive!” Lillian yelled down to him. Caleb barely stirred, which cued her in to the fact that he was going in and out of awareness from blood loss. Lillian knew shifter healing was incredibly quick compared to that of humans, but that wasn’t to say that they couldn’t be gravely injured and killed. She also knew that for him to be in the state he was in now, Caleb was hurt very badly. Lillian unbuckled her seatbelt and plummeted to the ground, landing on her hand. She crawled over to Caleb and felt for a pulse. It was weak, but it was there nonetheless—he was alive. For a brief moment, Lillian felt a small surge of relief. She searched the car for Caleb’s Department 99 radio to call for help.
She found the radio among a heap of metal and glass. “Agent down, approximately 2 miles west of Eudora, near the 10. Requesting immediate medical evac.” The radio crackled and Lillian repeated herself. No one responded. This time, Lillian held down the button on the side of the radio and virtually screamed into it.
After a few moments, a Department 99 dispatcher responded. “Help is on the way, ag
ent. Hold tight.”
Lillian dropped the radio and lay back for a moment. She then made her way back over to Caleb, crawling over broken glass. Again she reached up to Caleb’s neck to feel for a pulse. It was weak, there wasn’t much time. Lillian noticed a warm fluid dripping down into her hair and onto the side of her face. The fluid was falling onto Caleb too, soaking his beautiful mane of hair. The strong smell of gasoline flooded the inside of the cabin. Even though Caleb’s body technically lay on the ground, he was enclosed by metal. Lillian crawled over to the passenger side door and tried to pry it open—it was mangled shut. Then, another harsh smell flooded the cabin. It was the smell of an electrical fire. Lillian was hit with the realization that if she couldn’t find a way out very quickly, they would burn alive.
She kicked at the glass of the mangled door, trying to shatter it with the weight of her legs. The glass was sturdy and wouldn’t even budge, but then a tiny crack appeared on the right hand side. Lillian kicked again—another crack. Then, Lillian screamed and kicked three more times in rapid succession. Finally, the window shattered. She crawled back over to Caleb and tried in vain to wake him.
“Caleb, we have to get out of here. Caleb, wake up!” Lillian shook him and he simply bobbed limply from side to side. Without thinking, Lillian grabbed him by the ankle. She used her body weight as leverage and slowly began to pull him towards the window. Inch by inch, she was able to move Caleb’s body closer to the window. Lillian winced as she raked his back across the broken glass. When he woke up he would be injured, but hopefully they would both be alive. When she reached the window she relentlessly shoved at Caleb’s limp body over and over. Inch by inch, she pushed him out of the hole and crawled out right after him.
Soon after, sparks flew within the car. In a matter of moments, the vehicle was engulfed in flames. First, the cabin went up in a bright orange blaze, and then the fuel tank exploded, sending pieces of metal flying all around them. Lillian leaned over Caleb and shielded him with her own body.
When Caleb woke up in Department 99’s hospital ward he was surprised to see Lillian sitting by his side, clinging to his hand. Lillian. He could smell the sweetness of her shampoo, feel the softness of her touch. Maybe he was dreaming of her- again. The look of concern in her eyes moved something within him. Caleb’s vision was a bit hazy, but eventually his eyes started to adjust. As he became more alert, the memories started returning. He assessed his surroundings. He had and IV in each arm and was receiving a blood transfusion. His thigh ached and was tightly bandaged. Slowly, Caleb remembered that he had been shot.
Lillian squeezed Caleb’s hand and then withdrew. He wondered why she’d let go. “How are you feeling, tiger?” Lillian asked with a sly smile. Her smile made his heart skip a beat, and stirred something within him. “I’m a bear, not a tiger.” Caleb managed to squeak out with a tiny smile.
Lillian was undeniably beautiful. Suddenly, Caleb remembered that the kiss in the car. For some reason he felt ashamed, and lowered his glance.
A nurse entered the room with a tray of food, and seemed to flirt a bit with Caleb—which angered Lillian in a way she couldn’t quite explain.
“Agent Caleb Winters, you are one lucky man,” the nurse smiled and winked. “Your partner here saved your ass. You’d have gone up in flames if it wasn’t for her,” the nurse continued. Caleb looked at Lillian with a questioning glance. Oddly, Lillian simply shrugged the compliment off and rolled her eyes. The nurse punched a few things into the computer located in the corner of the room, and then withdrew a small syringe and vial from a nearby refrigerator. She pressed the needle into the mouth of the vial and withdrew a small amount of fluid up into the syringe. Then, without speaking the nurse jabbed the needle into Caleb’s muscular arm. Caleb winced for a moment, and then drifted back to sleep.
Lillian looked at the nurse angrily. “Why did you do that?” Lillian demanded.
“Shifters heal a lot faster when they’re unconscious. If we do it this way, he’ll be better in a few days, versus a couple of months.” Lillian grabbed her coat from the back of her chair and angrily strode out of the room, leaving Caleb sleeping peacefully. Something inside her had wanted to tell him what he meant to her, but that certainly wouldn’t be happening now that he was so drugged.
Who the hell was Chachi? This seemed like a ridiculous amount of trouble to go to in order to resolve a demonic possession in a child. Finn didn’t seem like a special child in any way—aside from the fact that he was possessed. He wasn’t from a family of great influence. It just didn’t make much sense. Why would such a powerful demon take an interest in the boy, and why on earth would a mobster’s ghost get involved in the ordeal?
Lillian walked down the hallway, thinking deeply. Perhaps the mobster ghost had something in common with the demon? Why else would the mobster identify with such a vile entity? None of it made any sense. She needed to consult a few experts.
The first person Lillian called was Carrie Needles. Carrie wan an intuitive with a knack for figuring out mysteries involving the occult—but especially demonic possessions. If anyone could make sense out of this ordeal, it would be Carrie.
Lillian slammed the car door and strode up the walkway to Carrie’s small house. The house was covered in shrubs and unkempt plants. A few cats lingered about in the shadows, and Lillian crossed her arms in front of herself after ringing the doorbell. After a while, she could hear some movement within the house, and the distant creak of footsteps as they approached.
“You better not be trying to sell me no more of them Girl Scout cookies!” Carrie chuckled from inside. “Last time I bought four whole boxes from you, little girl and I gained five pounds!”
Suddenly, Carrie opened the door. When she saw Lillian standing in the doorway, her disappointment was almost palpable. “You again,” Carrie said, annoyed. “What do you want this time? Every time you come around, that means there’s trouble.” Lillian cleared her throat and followed Carrie into the kitchen. There were cats jumping about inside the house on virtually every surface. Lillian had never seen so many cats in one place.
“So what kind of trouble have you brought me today?” Carrie asked, sitting down at her kitchen table. She pulled a sugar cube from out of a glass container on the table and began to suck on it. Lillian noticed that one of Carrie’s front teeth was black. Carrie smacked her lips, seeming to enjoy the taste. “You’re in love,” Carrie blurted out while simultaneously looking Lillian up and down. Lillian’s face reddened and she glanced downward at a grey cat sauntering by.
“I’m here about a boy. The boy is possessed by some kind of entity, but there seems to be a ghost protecting the demon. I need some help sorting this out,” Lillian spoke. Carrie’s face softened when she learned that a child was involved. Lillian placed a small photo of Finn onto the table and slid it over to Carrie. For a moment the old psychic paused, and squinted. Then, she removed her glasses and studied the photo from up close.
“This isn’t what you think it is, girlie,” Carrie warned. “This is big..BIG…trouble,” Carrie continued. Lillian’s stomach twisted over and she felt as though she might be sick. “You got anything else that belongs to the boy? Maybe a toy?” Carrie asked. Lillian shook her head no. Carrie then gestured to a phone on the wall. “Call him up and put him on speaker for me. Don’t tell him I’m listening, just ask him how he’s doing.”
Lillian hesitated for a moment, and then walked over to the old phone on the wall. The phone was hanging in a crooked position, but still worked. She dialed Finn’s number and quickly pressed the speakerphone button. Finn’s mother answered on the other end. “Hi Kelly, this is agent Lillian Smithson, I just wanted to see how Finn was doing today.”
Finn’s mother paused—Lillian could tell from the way she paused that things weren’t going well. “We’re not doing so good today,” Kelly spoke quietly.
“Can you put Finn on the phone?” Lillian asked. There was another pause and then a series of clatters, as the telephon
e was handed to the little boy.
“Hello?” a tiny voice asked on the other end of the line. Then, the voice deepened and Finn began to chant in Aramaic again. “Hello Carrie…maaa…shhhhaaa…leeeenn” the boy’s voice was terrifying as he spoke to Carrie.
“Hang it up!” Carrie yelled from across the room, and Lillian slammed down the receiver.
Carrie immediately began rushing around the kitchen. She grabbed a small bundle of sage and lit it on fire. A thick coil of smoke billowed up from the bowl of burning sage, and Carrie made sure to cover both herself and Lillian in the smoke. Lillian looked a bit perplexed.
“He was calling out to other forces to come and attack us,” Carrie explained. “Have either of the parents ever dabbled in the occult? It’s unusual to see something so severe in such a young kid. This is not a random occurrence. This boy was targeted.” Carrie spoke firmly.
“I’ve investigated the family and they don’t seem to have any involvement with anything that would bring this on.” Lillian answered. “What about the grandparents, neighbors, cousins…” Carrie continued her line of questioning.
“The boy became friends with an elderly man in a nursing home who died—his name was Tom. After Tom died, Finn started seeing Tom’s ghost walking around the house at night…that’s how all of this started.” Lillian explained.
Carrie shook her head, “It wasn’t Tom’s ghost. I can tell you that from just listening to that voice. Come with me.”
Carrie stood up and quickly led Lillian into another small room of the house. In this room, symbols were written all over the walls, ceiling, and floor. She immediately lit another large bowl of sage. “I know for a fact that it’s one of the original fallen angels. When the boy was talking I could see the false light signature coming from his soul-energy. It’s also odd that he directed his curse at me and ignored you entirely.”
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