Venator : Devil's Moon

XIV : THE DEVIL'S MOON

[ Laura ]

I stared out of the window, towards the massive green lands stretching wide in all directions surrounded by high green hills. I soon realised my eyes were getting wet. I am a murderer. My broken voice rang in my head as tears started dripping on the bedsheet.

I hadn't told Sebastian the complete reason for me wanting to become a doctor. That man who'd died in front of me didn't die naturally or by some one else's fault or intentions. It was me. I was crossing a road after the school got over when a man on a bike came straight at me. I froze and he, at the right time, deflected the bike but what he hit against was a truck. He couldn't survive it. He died for me. He got murdered by me. I was a murderer. I killed not one but two persons.

I wiped off my tears and stared at the beautiful sunny terrain as the rain still poured down heavily in my heart.

I understood that killing Brad was actually a good thing. It might really have saved a dozen lives. But it didn't change the fact that I killed him. There were other ways. We could have talked and perhaps understood his problem. Killing wasn't an option, it never was.

You might be wondering that I'm some kind of a psycho sympathising over an evil warlock's death. But yes, it did matter to me. Well, you guys might think that being able to hunt the crazy is like super awesome. But is it? Killing is killing whether what we kill is a human or a creature. They cry, they scream, they wail as we cut off their heads or pierce their hearts, just as humans would have done. They too have emotions, well not as humane as humans perhaps but they too feel pain. I never wanted to cause harm to anyone ; but here I was murdering not only paranormal creatures but also humans!

Then my attention drifted to the million dollar question - how did I kill Brad. Killing someone had disturbed me so much that I hadn't thought how I was able to kill Brad. What was the white light? Where did it came from?

I've been to various jobs with Sebastian, few of them included demonic or ghost possessions. So far I'd learned when a person is possessed, his body as well as mind can be controlled by the intruder. The possessed person may or may not remember what he did or why he did while he was possessed and his powers increase exponentially. But what happened to me wasn't very similar to any type of possession. I didn't feel any foul presence of a ghost engulfing my spirit. I didn't find any signs of demonic possessions. What if I was possessed by a being nastier than any violent spirit or demon? I couldn't ignore the unreadable expression on Sebastian's face. He seemed really shocked about this. Even a person like him, who was a hardcore hunter all his life, had never seen anything similar to what had happened to me. The way he looked while recalling the incident made me sure I was in deep deep trouble.

I closed my eyes and tried to think on something else, something pleasant. I wondered whether anything in my life was still pleasant. I finally focused on a fake version of reality - me holding hands with Sebastian, dad and Brother Mike sitting beside me at Mandy's on my 18th birthday and my friends having a lot of illogical fun while Amanda trying to urge me to hold hands with Sebastian. My lips curled into a smile as I drifted into unconsciousness.

But I didn't get a pleasant sleep after all.
when you find yourself in deep shit, the stench never fails to enter your nose. I was already in so much trouble that all my thoughts had been polluted with worries and a sense of grief. And so were my dreams.

It wouldn't have been an hour when I stirred and woke up. But when I opened my eyes, I could no longer see the beautifully ornated artistic ceiling or the calm sunlight entering the room. The false ceiling at Sebastian's Uncle's place had now changed into a plain simple ceiling with glowing stickers of stars and planets - the celestial stickers Amanda and I had stuck on the ceiling when we were not more than twelve. I was no longer at Sebastian's uncle's. I was back in my room at Silverton. I rose from my bed and walked to the door. It was dark . I heard my dad whispering something in the other room. I went over and saw my dad facing a window, wearing his glasses and holding a copy of Bible and a big Cross at his chest. He was muttering prayers under his breath while shivering mildly - not from the cold but from the fear. He seemed really afraid of something. He looked out in the dark as if he expected someone - the demons. I saw a tear and sweat rolling down his sunken cheeks. He'd gotten paler and weaker like he had stopped eating. Before I could reach him, the dream vanished.