Page 11 of Summoned

Sam rubs his eyes, pulling his hands away to see blood, and he gasps. Before he can say anything else, I’m right in front of him. I take hold of his shoulders, and with his next breath, I’m crawling into his mouth. His body contorts, spine bowing with the force of my intrusion, until I fear it’s going to break. But I’m inside of him, and that’s all that matters.

Now here I am, playing with my food. The bathroom is lit by a few candles around the tub, casting an already eerie glow around the room. Seriously, it’s like she’s asking to be scared.I don’t understand how she’s so nonchalant after not saying goodbye to me, but she’s about to find out just how much of a terrible idea that was. A slip up on her part, truly. That’s why you don’t fuck around with spirits. I even had to leave Sam’s body for this, which kind of pisses me off if I’m being honest. But I’ll just go back to him after this. I did keep him locked up, after all.

Her phone rings as I watch from the shadows, her breasts on full display doing absolutely nothing for me. The water ripples and the bubbles shift as she answers it, and she sits up, pushing away the tray attached to either side of the tub where she has a tablet and a glass of wine sitting on it.

“Hello?” she says into the phone. “What’s up?”

She listens intently, then suddenly gasps.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Her voice is high pitched, and I smirk. “How could the board be in your car, Candace?”

Because she’s next.

“Burn it, bitch,” Maria screeches. “Get rid of it. It’s too late to say goodbye.”

I guess she’s not as dumb as I thought she was, because it’s definitely too late. We are way past pleasantries at this point. But attempting to burn it isn’t going to fix anything. I’m already here.

Watching her freak out is entertaining though, so I just enjoy the show for a while as they go back and forth with each other. Finally, she hangs up, but before she can put her cell phone back on the tray, I make sure it slides out of her hand and into the water.

“Fuck,” she growls. “Shit.”

With a sigh, she retrieves it from the water and places it onto the tray, not even bothering to dry it off. She leans back onto the porcelain tub, the water up to her neck, and closes her eyes. A soft tune comes from her—she’s humming a song—andI smirk, imitating her. It’s amusing to see how she freaks out, immediately trying to sit up. The lights flicker on and she gasps, and when they turn back off, both candles snuff out, bathing us in darkness.

Maria is trembling, shaking like a leaf as I pin her down. Her legs thrash, spilling water over the edge of the tub, and I grin. I squeeze her throat—squeeze and squeeze until she’s turning purple, then let go. She coughs violently, water flying everywhere as she fights for her life.

“What the fuck is going on—” she cries out. “Help!”

I squeeze her neck once more, my hands heating, burning her skin until I can smell the incinerated flesh. My nose wrinkles as a maniacal laugh slips free, and I let go of her.

“Your fear tastes sweet, Maria,” I purr, her cries getting louder now. “I’m almost tempted to let you live so I can keep feeding off it.”

“Please,” she gasps, hands around her neck as she sobs. “Who are you?—”

The candles flicker back to life, and I show myself to her. Maria’s eyes widen as I touch her face lightly with my tail, and more tears trail down her face. “The one you should’ve said goodbye to.”

“Oh, my fucking God,” she sobs again. “I’ll?—”

“Not God, Maria,” I tut. “It’s too late to ask for him.”

“Please,” she prays. “Pleaselet me live. I’m sorry. I’ll?—”

“I love how you beg,” I sigh. “But it will not be enough to save you.”

With that, I squeeze her throat once more, shoving her completely under the water. She struggles, her body thrashing so violently that the water is spilling onto the hardwood floor like a waterfall. She claws at empty air, unable to hurt me, but trying desperately to do so. I tighten my grip on her until I feel herstiffen; the fight leaving her, and bubbles appear on the surface. Her body goes limp immediately, and I grin.

That was way too easy.

I sigh again, wishing I had played with her more. But this will do for now. I have a few more of them to get rid of that will help satiate this hunger.

An hour later, I’m unlocking the dorm room, hoping Jeremiah is here. Call me pathetic, but I’ve been having too much fun with my little human to let go of him this fast. I should’ve already moved on from this host, especially with how boring he is, but I can’t seem towantto let go. It’s not like I haven’t been breaking my rules, anyway. I’ve already fucked Jeremiah. What’s a few more times?

What I will be doing, though, is finishing this. As much as I like to play with my new little toy, he has to die too. There’s no rule in the book that says I have to kill them, but the rule to say goodbye is there for a reason. Inviting spirits and demons into this realm is a bad idea, the most terrible one they’ve had yet. I’m just here to make them see how badly they fucked up.

The room is dark and cold when I push the door open, empty too. It’s evening now, so that means Jeremiah is probably having dinner with his little friends. Probably also wondering why Maria isn’t showing up.

Well, fret not, little human.

You’ll find out why soon enough.

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