Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 35

“Jake! Give it back!” My shouts vibrated through the house, making the imps that are following in my wake whine in fear but I paid no attention to them as I'm focused on catching the little rascal who’s currently scampering away with a pack of bacon on his mouth.

“Jake! Come back here!” Jake didn’t even falter as he run faster than before, groaning in defeat as that little trouble-maker of mine disappeared around the corner and the imps followed after him in a flurry of pattering feet and wayward tails.

Marching back down the stair, I happened to pass by the stairs that led up to the attic room.

A couple of week had passed since Thallan disappeared and I haven’t seen nor heard from him since the day I woke up with a sore neck and a messy room to clean up.

Walking up to the attic, I can feel the blood rushing on my face when I remember my wanton actions. Damn Fuxal for showing that images to me, pushing the door open, I could not remember most thing that happened that night except the pleasure cursing through my body when Thallan bit and drink from me, I never thought that being bitten will feel so erotic.

Urgh! Control your hormones Elisha Falcon!

Moving mindlessly towards the bay window, a glimmer draws my attention to the bed.

The book!

After Thallan disappeared the book vanished as well and as hard as I tried to find it, it’s nowhere to be found and the freaking thing is lying right in the middle of the bed.

I then remembered the witch from the weekend market, after everything that happened I totally forgot that she asked us to come back and bring the book along.

 I wonder if she’s still in there.

With that thought in my mind, I began rummaging through the stuff in the attic and laugh victoriously when I found the pouch which originally contained the book.

 Now, it’s the time to know something about this crazy demon and summoning stuff.

Jogging down towards my car, I saw Jake and the imps by the pond, happily eating the bacon and his minions, the imps are feasting along with him.

Sighing exasperatedly, I jumped on my car and drive towards the market area, praying that the so-called witch is still there on her store tent.

Staring blankly on the road before me, my mind bought me up on the time that Fuxal suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

I was standing infront of my bedroom mirror a week after Thallan left, inspecting at the pale scar on my neck before looking down on my wrist, wondering why I have scar on my neck yet my wrist where Thallan feed from was scarless.

Lifting my eyes up to inspect my neck scar again, I released a glass-shattering scream of shock and fright when my eyes met Fuxal’s scarlet ones.

Faster than I could even comprehend it, I plastered myself on the wall, my eyes darting on my escape route; the door and the panic room while Fuxal followed my movements with amusement glinting on his eyes.

“What are you doing here? Where’s Thallan?” I asked, inching my way slowly towards the panic room.

“Nothing. I'm just trying to escape that stupid cousin of mine’s incessant chattering.”

He stated, rolling his eyes in mock annoyance then out of a sudden the heavy cabinet full of books moves infront of me, effectively blocking my way.

I swerved around towards the door, only to find Fuxal standing mere inches away from me with his hand up. He moved the cabinet without even touching it like the way he made that chair a week ago move towards him.