Daughter of the Devil - r. peters // 2

𝟷𝟼. 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚟𝚞

Reggie was busy up in the loft of the garage, tuning his bass, listening to the guys downstairs, speaking idly.

They had taken his relationship status surprisingly well, and he was glad that they were eager to meet Charlie. He hoped they liked him as much as he did.

While he smiles a bit, strumming once on his bass, satisfied with the sound, he hears a soft woosh, and his gaze darts up, seeing nobody upstairs.

Ah. Must have been one of the guys downstairs. Or... Both.

He didn't hear them anymore. Huh. Most have gone outside or something.

///

Little did Reggie know, Alex was holding Luke back after the boy had sent one teeth shattering punch to the man that had poofed into their garage, growling.

"Get out! You don't belong here, you psychopath, you hurt her! You hurt Callie!" Luke snaps, glaring at the blue eyed ghost on the ground, who simply held a hand up in surrender.

"I know you aren't happy with me, Lucas-"

"It's Luke." He says with a sharp glare, Alex still holding him back.

"Luke, calm down, alright? He's obviously here for a reason, even if it was a stupid decision to come here." Alex says, staring at Caleb warily.

"He's lucky I don't kill him again."

"Look, you'll have all the time in the world to punish me once more, but just hear me out, alright?" He says, stepping towards them once, but stopping when they step back. "I know I've hurt you... I know that Callie has suffered because of my decisions, and I am truly sorry for it, but I'm not here to apologize!"

"Then what the hell are you here for?" Luke says, his eyes still hard in a glare.

"I need to ask you where Reginald is."

"Reggie. And that's none of your business." Luke crosses his arms.

Caleb shakes his head. "No, you don't understand! He's in danger, and I am trying to help him!"

"How are we supposed to believe you?" Alex says, shaking his head. "You tried to trap us at your hotel, and you raped your own daughter."

Caleb flinches, his eyes faltering. "It's going to take a lot of explanation, but it wasn't me."

"How the fu-"

"It wasn't me, I was tricked. Many decades ago. Before I started the Hollywood Ghost Club. I made... A deal with the devil, for lack of better wording. And... He took everything, including Callie, from me, and turned it into a personal hell. And... He has Callie now."

"What do you mean, he has Callie?"

"I was possessed. My own powers were manipulated against me, and I was trapped in my own body, unable to do anything to stop him. But, Callie is more powerful now. So... He went for her. And... She couldn't fight him."

"Him? Who's him?"

"You boys might have heard of him. He's your friend's boyfriend. Charles Jameson."

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Reggie strums idly on his bass, before hearing another soft woosh, much closer than the one he heard before, and his eyes glance up, widening at the sight of the girl standing at the doorway of the loft.

"Callie? What..." He stood, setting his bass down on the stand, walking up to the shorter girl, taking in the sight of her. "You're better? What's going on?"