Demon Hunterz

Chapter 9: A magician's path

The basement is huge. A spacious room filled with book shelves on both sides of the walls. All topics based upon demons, forbidden history, cults, and magic. The floor is made out of thin, gray carpet. Found nowhere else in this house. They are wooden benches scattered about. Some have papers scattered all over them. Looks like my father never had the time to fully do his research.

The others spread about. Casually strolling about. Taking glances at all the stuff laying around. Not really interested in none of it. But everyone has their eyes peeled for Tammy. The main suspect among us.

"You think she has something to do with it?" Sammie says. We were both huddled in a corner. Right next to the door. Our only exit if we ever want to escape.

"I think so." I agree. "Those ugly bastards didn't pop up, until she showed up. I think she's involved with them. Well...somehow."

"Yeah, but demons don't talk. They also seem to be hellbent on killing only people. So there's no way she could strike an alliance with them. But she is up to something. We just have to figure out what." Sammie sneers.

Tammy was busy. Working diligently on a new spell. She focuses all her energy on the white brick wall in front of her. The only spot that isn't covered by books. Right now, it's filled with more blood symbols than ever. Carved in a language not from this world.

I approach her. "Tell me everything."

Tammy stops for a split second. Startled by my sudden, direct approach. She turns her head by a fraction. Temporarily halting her spell.

"Okay." She squints her eyes. "But exactly where should one start? What is it do you wish to know?"

"Tell me about the magic. How it works. How it operates, and how can I control it. I want to be able to fight demons." I tell her.

"Straight to the point huh?" Tammy grins. I return a dirty glare. Not in the mood for her light conversation. "I guess it can't be helped. Since you are similar to me. Along with your sister as well."

Tammy doesn't talk like a normal girl. She speaks from experience. Like an adult. I wonder what kind of past she went though. Probably a hellish one. Dealing with the likes of demons.

"I know you two felt it." Tammy suddenly talks in a serious tone. "That sudden wave of sickness from earlier. The erratic sensation in your hands. Well, that was no coincidence. That was the magic stirring to life. A common symptom we all had to face. One time or another."

Sammie did say she had a headache. Right before she went upstairs. Then I started feeling sick afterwards. I thought it was the punch. But now I see. It's starting to make sense now.

"So now what?" I question her. "Now that we're magicians. I mean..." My voice trails off. I lose track of my words.

Tammy continues with her spell. Which takes her about ten minutes. Then moves onto the next phrase. Speaking faster. More fluently. Like she is singing a complicated song. Except now, there is smoke streaming from her lips.