demon - camren

four

The chatter in the house died away, replaced by a new, unfamiliar voice. A man's voice. Official-sounding. Camila wished she wasn't so tired. If she could only get her brain in gear, she'd be able to explain herself. She was sure she'd be able to make the cops understand. She took a few deep breaths to clear her head, and walked unsteadily to her door. She opened it. If they wanted her to emerge with her hands up, they were going to be disappointed.

She was far too tired to lift her arms. From the sounds of things, the others had stayed in the dining room, and Alejandro and Sinu had taken the cops into the living room to talk. Camila stayed close to the wall as she moved, in case she needed the support. She got to the family photo in the hallway – the only framed photograph of the three of them – and stopped. From here, she could look across the corridor, through the open door. Two officers of the law stood there in full uniform, talking to her parents.

The cops were saying something, but Camila couldn't focus enough to make out the words. She didn't know why she felt so tired. They all stood in the centre of the room, watching each other. Camila shuffled her shoulder along the wall, then stopped again, concentrated on what the cop was saying. "...just need to speak to her, that's all." "Camila's not feeling well at the moment, " Alejandro said. "Maybe if you come back tomorrow she'll be strong enough." "Mr Lamont, " the cop said, "I understand what you're doing. Please don't think I don't. Your daughter may be in trouble and you want to protect her.

I get that. I do. But you're doing her no favours if you don't let us speak to her." Despite her drowsiness, Camila felt her insides go cold. "My husband isn't lying, " Sinu said, sounding upset. "If you'd just call Chief Gilmore, I know he'll vouch for us and for Camila. Whatever you think happened I just know didn't happen." "We're not calling the Police Chief, we're not even calling this in, until we've had a chance to speak with Camila, " the cop said. "We have two young men who swear that she assaulted them." "One sixteen-year-old girl assaulted two men?" Alejandro said. "And you're taking them seriously? You're actually wasting your time with this nonsense?"

"We'll get this whole thing cleared up if you'll just let us speak to her." Alejandro put his hands on his hips and shook his head despairingly. Sinu looked at him. "You are such a perfectionist, " she said. The upset she'd briefly displayed had disappeared. "I just like it when things are neat, " said Alejandro. "This ... would not be neat." "I'm sorry, what wouldn't be neat?" one of the cops asked. But Alejandro and Sinu ignored him. "This is a special day, " Sinu said. "A wonderful day. For sixteen years, we have waited for this day.

What's happening now is a minor inconvenience. That's all it is." "Mrs Lamont, " one of the cops began, but Alejandro talked over him. "It's already in the system, " he said to his wife. "Already logged." "No, it isn't, " Sinu answered. "That one said they haven't even called it in yet. Gilmore will make it go away. He's done it before, and for the money we're paying him he'll certainly do it again. You might have to drive their car into the marshes later on tonight, just to confuse their colleagues, but why not?" The officers glanced at each other. Alejandro looked at his wife and smiled.

"You're serious, aren't you? You really want to do this?" "Yes, " said Sinu. "I really do." She took a coat from the back of the couch and put it on, pulling the sleeve down past her wrist and wrapping it around her hand. "Uh, excuse me?" said the cop. "So which one do you want?" asked Alejandro. Sinu nodded to the cop closest to her. "That one." "Fair enough, " Alejandro said, shrugging. "I'll kill the ugly one." "Hey, " said the big cop, but his next words were muffled by Alejandro's hand covering his face. Only it wasn't Alejandro's hand. It was red, and tipped with black talons.

Alejandro's face was red, too, but different, altered, and he was bigger, taller, suddenly towering over the cop, a red-skinned monster with black horns curling from his forehead, like a ram's horns. The demon that had taken Alejandro's place slammed the cop's head against the wall. The head crumpled like an empty soda can. The cop's partner jumped back in shock, scrabbled at his holster for his gun, then remembered Sinu and turned just as she changed. One moment Sinu. The next a monster. Tall. Red. Horned.

Her fist went right through his chest, popping out the other side in a spray of blood. The cop gurgled something that Camila couldn't make out. Sinu opened her hand, letting go of the sleeve, and withdrew her arm from both her coat and the cop's torso. Camila ducked back as the dead cop collapsed. "Well, " she heard Alejandro say, "that's done it." Sinu laughed. It was her laugh, all right, but it was coming from the mouth of a demon. The door between the living room and the dining room opened, and Camila inched forward again to watch Grant lead the others in. They stared in shock at the carnage.

Kirsty covered her mouth with her hand. Alejandro turned to them. "We can explain." Kirsty rushed forward. "That's my coat! What the hell, Sinu?" Camila's knees went weak. "Can we talk about your coat later?" said Grant. "Right now can we talk about the two dead cops on the carpet?" "I'll call Gilmore, " said Alejandro. "We'll get it all smoothed over. This is not a big deal." "They're cops!" Alejandro-the-demon waved a hand. "We got a bit carried away. We shouldn't have done it. Happy? It's low key for Sinu and me for the rest of the night, we promise.

We kill Camila, and that's it. No more killing for the week." Camila's stomach lurched and suddenly she was cold, colder than she'd ever been. "I really am sorry about your coat, " Sinu said to Kirsty. "I'll buy you a new one." Kirsty shook her head. "It was limited edition. You can't get them anymore." Camila slid sideways, forgetting how to walk, forgetting how to breathe. Her feet were heavy, made of stone, dragging themselves across the floor towards her bedroom while the rest of her body did its best to stay upright. She fell through her doorway, down to her knees, turned and reached out, numb fingers tipping the door closed. Her mouth was dry and her tongue was thick.

Something was happening in her belly and she fell forward on to her hands and knees, throwing up on the rug she'd had for years. She didn't make a sound, though. She heaved and retched, but didn't make a sound. Her parents were monsters. They had grown horns. They'd killed cops. Her parents – and their friends – were going to kill her. Sinu had drugged her. That's what she'd done. A sedative or something, served up in the food. No, the Coke. Camila looked at the mess on her rug and wondered how much of the drug was congealing down there.

She reached out, hand closing round the bedpost, using it to pull herself up, steady herself, stop herself from toppling sideways. She had to get out. She had to run. She started for the window and the room tilted crazily and she was stumbling towards it. She threw herself to one side before she smashed through the glass, instead banging her elbow against the wall. It hurt, but it didn't bring her parents running. She was so thirsty. There was a bottle of water on her nightstand, but it was all the way across the room. Dumb, numb fingers fumbled at the window.

Stupid, dumb thumb jammed against the latch. Dull teeth bit down, drawing blood from her lip. The pain was sharp, sharpened her for a moment, and her thick, stupid, unresponsive fingers did what they were supposed to do. The latch squeaked, moved, and she braced her forearm against the sash of the window and pressed in and up, using her whole body to slide the window open. Then her legs gave out and she fell, cracked her head against the sill on the way down. Camila lay with her eyes closed, blood pounding in her ears like drumbeats, like footsteps, like knuckles on a door.

"Camila?" Eyes opened. "Camila?" Sinu said from the hall. "Are you okay?" No answer would mean the door opening, Sinu looking in. An answer, then. An answer. "Yeah, " came the word, awkwardly, from Camila's mouth. More followed. "Tired. Sleeping." Each one clumsy on her tongue. The door. The handle. The handle turning, the door opening. Alejandro's voice from somewhere else. "Where do we keep the stain remover?" The door, closing, and then Sinu's footsteps, walking away. Camila turned on to her side, then got on her hands and knees.

Stayed there, breathing, gathering her strength. Without raising her head, she reached for the sill. Grabbed it. Hauled herself up until she got an arm out. Grabbed the sill on the other side. Pulled herself up off her knees, got her head out of the window, into the heat and the air and the rain. Camila fell to the grass, her legs banging off the window frame. They'd find her like this. She hadn't escaped. She couldn't rest, not like this. She had to get away. Had to keep moving. Camila was crawling now, along the wet grass, through the dappled shadows of the trees. She had to get away.

She had to crawl faster. Had to get to the road. Get to the road, get into a car, drive away. Escape. The ground beneath her changed, got harder. Not grass. Not anymore. Darker. Harder. Smoother. The road. Approaching footsteps, hurrying through the rain. They'd found her. They'd found her already. Her arms were weak, no strength left. Her body lay down. Her mind ... her mind ... where was her mind? Shoes. High-heeled shoes on a wet road, right in front of her. A voice. A woman's voice. She knew that woman's voice. "Hello, Camila, " said Imelda.