Lone Survivors

XXI (I Hate That I Need You)

The pain began to set in before the opening act concluded its set.

Johnny escorted me back to the Ice Nine Kills bus promising Amias he would be back to help. He stayed with me making sure I took my pain medication and I was safely tucked away in my bunk. The problem with pain meds and me, were they didn't last long. I fell asleep waking only a couple hours later. Motionless In White's set was already done, with my phone in the main room I slowly and painfully made my way out of the bunk. The pain dialed itself down to a dull throbbing by the time I maneuvered myself to the couch with my phone in hand.

There were messages from Spencer with a promise to come see me after his set. The rest were from Chris asking if was alright. I opened our conversation hitting the reply button jumping at the sound of someone knocking on the door. I eased myself off the couch making my way towards it opening the door just a crack.

"Chris...?" I opened it wider. He looked like he just come off stage his brown eyes filled with pain and worry.

"Can I come in?"

"Absolutely." I moved slightly leaving him enough space to walk inside. He stopped, leaving little to no space between us.

"I am so sorry Kait, I swear I didn't know he was going to do this to you." His hand went straight to my face cradling it. I placed my hand on his, meeting his eyes.

"This, is not your fault. Don't you dare blame yourself." I said firmly. "Before we head to the church, I want to talk to you." He nodded heading over to the couch. From the moment Chris told me I was his anchor my heart split right down the middle. There was no denying my feelings for Spencer ran deep. We had history, a shared tragedy we drew strength from each other. He'd grown distant since Paul's death, my fear of losing him becoming more and more of a reality.

Chris, despite being the vessel of the supernatural being responsible for my parents being targets, had been one of the first people I began to trust outside of my best friend. When I first became concerned about losing him, Chris offered his ear. He became my confidant; sure, I was still terrified Spencer's thirst for revenge would lead him to do something reckless and impulsive. I needed to have the strength to stop him or at least prevent him from becoming like the demon possessing him.

"Chris, I want to make a deal." I began, the temperature in the room dropped.

"Kait, are you sure about this?" His eyes widened.

"I'm making one thing perfectly clear; my soul is one hundred percent off-limits. Ricky has taken enough away from me I refuse to give him and Hell anything more." I attempted to cross my arms over my chest. I gave up, opting to rest my hand on my knee.

"What are your terms?" Chris' eyes went black.

"Kambria Velasco, Toshi Adachi, Milo and Nadine Huxley I want the demons possessing their bodies sent down to Hell and their souls restored." I began. "I want my arm healed and the power I exhausted on Ricky given back."

I went over the phrasing over and over making sure nothing would come back to bite me in the ass. I wasn't entirely sure if making deals with demons were identical to making wishes with djinns. Chris' eyes stayed black; his body stilled the temperature thankfully remained bearable.

"If I do this for you, the binding on my master's tomb remains intact." He growled the lights above my head flickered. "Sorry sweetheart, no deal."

"Fine, I was really hoping I wouldn't have to resort to this, just remember you forced my hand." I slowly stood up walking towards my cubby, pulling out the last bottle of holy water. I held onto it on the off-chance I would ever have to use it against Spencer. Ignoring the pain in my arm I opened it, whipping the contents straight into Chris' face.