A Meeting
He couldn’t possibly be so lucky as to have stumbled upon the Possessor, right?
Angela snuck back into her home and crept silently down the hall and into her room. She really didn’t need a questioning from Lola after the events she had already endured that evening. As she slipped from her clothes and into her pajamas she felt a strange niggling from her pants pocket. A familiar fear surged through her body. A demon was summoning her. But it didn’t feel exactly the same. This felt… more human than demon; there was warmth mixed in with the coldness. She tentatively reached into the pants and pulled out that very same dog-eared business card she had previously destroyed. Carlos wasn’t usually so persistent in his testing. This must be someone else. It didn’t feel the same.
“Alright James Burns. Let’s meet. I’m ready.” This was all the summons he needed before appearing in front of her. He took on a new form before appearing. Old Noir detective seemed to make the most sense, what with the business card and all. He was dashing in his sharp trench coat and fedora. This wasn’t what Angela was expecting.
“I see you have yourself a demon problem. James Burns at your service.” He smiled and took her hand to shake it. She pulled her hand away like she had been bitten by a snake.
“Do you have any idea what you’re involving yourself in Mr. Burns? Carlos is the worst type of demon. He has hold of my whole life. He might be listening to us right now. How do I know you aren’t involved with him? I can trust no one.” She blurted all of this out while he smiled at her. She continued rambling at him; she was explaining her life story. She couldn’t believe how much she felt like spilling her guts to this man she just met. Why did she feel a close connection to a complete stranger?
“Oh I am definitely involved with Carlos.” He said casually. Angela started backing away, but realized there was nowhere to go in her small room. Why did she tell him all of that? James saw he was terrifying her and added, “but not like that! I want him destroyed same as you! I don’t know what you’ve offered him in payment, but he’s pretty focused on you. That didn’t happen to be a lock of hair in that vial did it?” He casually added that last question, trying not to look too concerned over the answer.
“Yes, it was a lock of hair, but not the lock he actually wanted. I didn’t complete the job correctly. He doesn’t have what he thinks he does. I do. I possess my mother’s lock of hair.”
“Strange choice of words.” He grinned, “To use the word, ‘possess’ very strange. Angela just looked at him, not understanding his amusement. She felt bare, stripped, drained. Why had she told this man/demon so much? Was this his demonic power?
James began to reflect. So she is the Possessor. How convenient. She possesses the golden lock of hair that Carlos has been seeking. Her mother’s hair. Turns out Carlos has also been seeking a lock of his mother’s hair. The same lock of hair. So, Angela is my sister. So sorry I killed our mother. Sorry Angela. Damn you Carlos!
“I will destroy Carlos for you. Let’s talk payment.”