Paul laughed nervously. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Ah, well, don’t worry then—I’m sure Raul won’t be upset about the text I just sent him saying I was meeting you at a bar and you offered to come fuck me in the bathroom,” BS laughed. “Super classy, that, by the way. But then I guess we wouldn’t be able to go back to yours since you’re a liar and a cheater.”
Paul frantically unlocked his phone, opening his texts. That must have been enough to convince the guy next to him, because that guy wisely got up and walked off while Paul’s head was buried in his phone.
Trent’s body did the same (and Trent almost had a mini crisis about having to think about his body as separate from him, but really, it had been a long day, and he was kinda out of fucks to give at this point).
There was a vague call of “Wait!” from behind him (them?), but luckily BS just kept walking. Trent would have evilly laughed if he could have. Kind of genius to send the text and then delete it, because Paul couldn’t be sure if he was for real or not.
BS managed to get them to Trent’s car, which made him wonder how the snatcher even knew about his car. And Paul. And the message from Raul. What else did he (it?) know? And how did he even know all that stuff? Because as far as Trent knew, he’d been alone in his body before the bathroom. And it didn’t seem like BS could read his thoughts unless Trent was purposely thinking them out loud, because that was the only time Trent could feel a reaction from the thing inside him.
It was all really weird, and he decided he wasn’t going to think about it any more at the moment. He was, after all, just along for the ride, and so far nothing catastrophic had happened.
Apparently BS had something else in mind, however, because his hand tilted the rear view mirror so he was looking himself in the face, and his voice drawled out, “Don’t you think we need to talk, Trent?”
Trent sighed, and it must have somehow come across, because his face had a fleeting smirk before it became serious again. Apparently even if he was body snatched he still didn’t get to ignore reality.
It really didn’t seem fair.
Chapter
Three
DOES DEMONIC POSSESSION COUNT AS A MENTAL VACATION?
“You know, there’s usually a lot more screaming,” Trent’s voice remarked.
Yeah, well, I guess I did sort of ask for it. So what’s the scoop, BS—are you an alien, a demon, or am I in a coma-induced dream because I somehow knocked myself out in the swanky bathroom with how drunk I was?Trent asked.
“BS?” his voice asked.
Oh, yeah. Body snatcher. Got too long to keep thinking that in my head, so BS for short. Unless you have a name?Trent said.
Trent’s body laughed, and then his voice spoke. “I do have a name. You may call me Paz.”
Alright Paz, so which is it? Demon, alien, or coma? Unless I missed an option in there,Trent replied.
He was ready for some answers. He figured he was gonna need to do some bargaining as well, because he had no problem taking a little vacation from his body as long as he was gonna get it back in one piece.
Paz laughed again, smirking in the mirror. “You really are taking this amazingly well. Usually the screaming is quite…headache inducing. I am a demon. You wished for me, traced the sigil, and here I am.”
Paz spread his arms out in a here-I-am gesture (Trent was getting kinda weirded out by continuously thinking of his body doing stuff without him, so for now he was just gonna think of it as Paz’s body, since Paz was obviously in control). Trent couldn’t feel his body at all, but he could seem to feel emotions from the demon on occasion, and he sensed the demon bracing himself for something… perhaps the screaming that he kept mentioning.
Cool, dude. Have at it. I’m assuming you’ll take over until after V-Day, which is totally what I asked for. So listen, can we just not do anything that’ll permanently damage my body or put me in jail or anything? If there’s no fallout from this, then have fun. I’m sure you’ll manage a better Valentine’s Day than I would have,Trent reasoned.
Paz’s mouth actually dropped open, and he seemed speechless. “Have. At. It?” he finally enunciated slowly.
Sure. Listen, bonus points if you can get us some V-Day action, too. I mean, I totally don’t have to feel any guilt over a one night stand if you’re in charge, and even if I can’t get the orgasm, it’ll be like watching live porn, so that would be cool. Just, you know, be safe with my body please. I don’t need an STI from V-Day, because that would just be my fucking luck,Trent groused.
“You want me to… have at it?” Paz questioned. Trent knew his own face pretty well, and that was definitely total disbelief.
Trent sighed, then in a mocking, voice whined out,Oh no! A demon has possessed my body! Whatever shall I do? Perhaps I shall just scream endlessly!He didn’t actually scream, just added,Insert loud screaming, wailing, pathetic pleas for mercy, and whatever else you’re used to here.
Trent paused, but Paz was still looking a bit shell shocked in the mirror, and he sensed continued disbelief and quite a bit of confusion from the demon.
Paz, buddy, I’m supposed to be the one freaking out, so let’s pull it together here. Do we have a deal? Because I can scream until you have the worst motherfucking headache ever, or we can have a pleasant time together stuck in the same body. I’m not asking for much, after all. Just no permanent damage to my life or my body,Trent reiterated. He was starting to get exasperated. Was this the demon’s first possession or something?You do have experience with possessions, don’t you? You aren’t, like, a demon-in-training, are you? Do I need a student driver sticker stuck to my ass for you piloting the body?Trent joked.
That, at least, seemed to snap Paz out of whatever speechless state he was in.
