Page 19 of Summoned

There’s an eerie feeling in the room, and the hairs on my arms stand on end. My body is covered in goosebumps, and when I look at Kaelin, his head is thrown back as he breathes hard.

“Fuck.” Kaelin breathes. “That was?—”

Weird.

Amazing.

Scary.

Kaelin leans into me, kissing the tip of my nose, then my lips. “You fuck me up,” he groans, tracing his cum on my chest and bringing his fingers to my lips. I part them, licking his fingers immediately and moaning at the taste.

“I know, baby,” I say as he withdraws his fingers. “You fuck me up too.”

He leans in for another kiss, making my stomach flutter and my heart squeeze in my chest, and I know he’s not far off from how he makes me feel.

And that weird feeling in the room? It only grows. Because now it’s freezing here, the temperature drop taking me back to that night in Maria’s room, when the balcony doors flew open and the temperature decreased. I know something isn’t right.

I just can’t figure out what it is.

Waiting for football players to exit the locker room is testing my patience, but hoping for Ian to stay behind is proving to piss me off. He’s just about to leave when I get lucky and he heads back to his locker, telling Noah and Jeremiah that he forgot something.

Speaking of my little human, he has been extra clingy since I rode him within an inch of his life yesterday. But I can also tell he suspects something is wrong with me, and that just won’t do. I don’t want to control him—I want him to be with me of his own free will—and I don’t even know why. It’s unexplainable, this obsession I suddenly feel for him—and I don’t have a choice in it. The truth is that I want to keep him. By my side—forever. That means I have to keep Sam as well. I don’t know what to do with these feelings, especially since I shouldnotbe feeling this way to begin with. I should be focusing on finishing him. Ending this once and for all.

A recent development—Sam is starting to fight me more and more now. He doesn’t want me to have control over his body anymore, and he’s coming through more often than not. He’sseemingly done with what I’m doing with Jeremiah, and every time I kill one of his friends off, he comes back stronger. I thought his silence was annoying at first, but no, him growing a pair is really putting a damper on my plans. It’s only a matter of time before he drives me crazy, and I have to figure out how to keep him in check and kick him out to the darkest parts of his mind, where he will leave me alone. If there’s one thing I won’t allow, it’s for him to take Jeremiah away from me.

Ian opens his locker, grabbing something from inside of it, and then slamming it shut. Before he can turn around, the lights flicker. On and off they go, until I’m sure they could give him a seizure, and then the room goes pitch black. There’s a moment of silence when all I hear is his breathing, the rough panting making me grin. The drip, drip, drip of a faucet in the background is amplified, and he takes a step backward until he runs into the lockers.

“Hello?” he whispers, and the lights flicker again. “Is anyone there?”

I’m crawling on the ceiling and I let myself be as noisy as possible. My hooves click on it, alerting him of my presence, and his eyes widen when they lock on my black ones. He doesn’t scream, just closes his eyes and counts to ten. It slows down his heart rate, and I realize he must have dealt with some type of spirit before. Maybe a haunted house at some point. Maybe something else. Nevertheless, it’s unacceptable.

I crab walk toward him, slowly spinning my head a complete one hundred and eighty degrees to stare straight into his soul. This time, he screams when I get close enough to him. His fear is palpable. I can taste it on my tongue, and it’s sweeter than any pastry I’ve ever had. Not sweeter than my Jeremiah, though, but he’ll suffice.

“Run,” I growl in his ear, and he doesn’t even think about it.

He does as I say, running toward the showers as fast as he can. Which is pretty damn fast, but not more than me. Silly boy is going in the wrong direction, but who am I to judge him right now? I enjoy playing with my prey, though, so before he can get too far, I slice his Achilles tendon with my knife.

The scream he lets out brings a grin to my lips, his body quickly falling to the ground. I go after him slowly, and he scoots away, dragging his injured leg. But I move my arm and freeze him in place, putting him into a state of paralysis. For some reason, I’m suddenly desperate to get back to the dorms. Enough that I want to finish this quickly and be done with it already.

“Please don’t do this,” he begs in a whisper. “I have a family—they’ll mi?—”

“Miss you?” I finish for him, chuckling. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“No,” he replies, fear burning in his eyes. “Jeremiah doesn’t. Choose him instead. Spare me.”

I freeze, narrowing my eyes and crouching down to look at him closely. He seems serious, which only serves to piss me off further. How dare he throw his friend under the bus like that? How dare he suggest Jeremiah has no one? That no one will miss him?Iwould fucking miss him. He hasme.

Whatever he sees on my face must scare him further though, because the stench of urine permeating the air is suddenly strong. His teeth chatter as he trembles, and he closes his eyes. Tears stream down his face in rivulets, and I smirk.

“So you’re just going to offer up your friend?” I ask him through gritted teeth.

“N-n-no.” He shakes his head quickly, opening his eyes to look into mine. “I’m just being honest.”

“Jeremiah is mine,” I say simply. “Mine to keep. So he won’t be dying today—oranyfucking day.”

Before he can reply, I grab the baseball bat from the corner of the room where I put it, and smash his knees with it. Hescreams, throwing his head back in pain as tears trail down his face. But I’m gone, anger flowing through my veins at his audacity. His elbows are next, and I hear a sickening crunch as I break them. He stops screaming, beginning to go in and out of consciousness. So I do the only sensible thing and smash his sternum with the baseball bat, effectively breaking it. He screams again, but before he can blink, I reach into him and rip out his heart. There’s blood everywhere, a pool of it on the white tile, and I grin.

This is exactly what I needed.

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