Demon Sister, Josie Jones [books for 8th graders .txt] 📗

hadn’t had time to think about it so long and clearly.
“My sister is somewhere in there,” I hissed, now letting the disturbed feeling of fear and longing get inside my tone.
“Yeah, well she has to wait. I think killing your father is more important.”
How creepy this conversation had to be for an outsider. Killing the father, sister trapped in her own body like a transvestite. Happy family it is!
“But Rose-”
“She’ll understand. Trust me.”
“She understands,” Lilith said happily clapping.
“She says that you should hurry, though. And that I- hey!”
Lilith’s eyes went real black now, while her face went all blank and expressionless. Demons did that from time to time- shutting off the body and talking to the soul they tried to overcome.
“And now she’s gone.”
“So now we can have a little chat. So, Jesper, I know you have problems with yourself- sister being possessed and all- but concentrate. My revenge should not be stopped or prevented by a teenage boy fearing for his soul.”
“It’s not my soul I’m afraid about,” I mumbled and Ethan yanked the wheel so far to the right, throwing me against the window.
“Stop these nonsense thoughts! Man up and don’t talk like a puss.”
God, how I wanted to slap him right now. Even if he was the son of a good friend from my mothers (who kept her safe even though she was haunted by spirits and demons) I wouldn’t go easy on him. Or exclude him from a major ass wiping.
“Sorry if I care about my sister.”
Saying several insults under my breath I turned to the window and watched the landscape we passed by. I wasn’t even hungry anymore even though the chicken sandwich smelled damn fine.
“She loves you, too.”
The sudden sound of Rose’s voice without the dark undertone made me shiver. Rosalie.
“Thanks, Lilith.”
“No need to thank. So, you should take your time but remember that you only have maximum four years to free her.”
“Ah, I only need a few weeks.”
Lilith blew out air between her teeth, which sounded a lot like a hiss, but I ignored it. Like Ethan’s glare in my direction. I’m sooo scared. Weepy jerk.

Stopping at Starbucks was a really bad idea. One of my worst so far and not that I’m proud of it. Not out loud at least.
But I really had to pee after five hours in the car and Lilith was so hungry she accidentally ate one of the fries we picked up a few hours before at McDumb. Demons hated salt- that at least from all the books and movies was true. Coughing and giving weird noises, which sounded like she was choking to death she held her throat.
“W-Water…!”
“Want some holy water?”
She looked at me with a mad smile and I swear- if the seatbelt hadn’t been there I would be a dead man.
“I swear to everything you humans consider holy and worth dying for- if I don’t get water this instant I will kill the lot of you!”
I believed her more than anybody else. And because I had to go to the toilet anyhow-
“Ethan?”
“I’m hungry,” he excused himself for listening to the demon and drove into a parking lot with patrol station.
“Look- there’s a Starbucks.”
“And look there’s a dog with a little girl,” Ethan said ironic and parked the car near the patrol station.
“Anybody up for a sandwich or sweets?”
“Not hungry,” Lilith and I replied automatically and I almost had to smile. Almost being the key word here.
The black-haired man shrugged and stepped out of the car.
“Stayed put- both.”
“It’s not like I can go anywhere,” Lilith coughed looking down at the seatbelt with engravings on them.
“You’ll be sorry if you forget my water McGrody.”
Ethan McGrody smiled childish before slamming the door shut and walking to the shop.
After a while- Ethan was still in the shop I guessed- Lilith gagged.
“My body is burning.”
“Then take your hands away from the fries.”
I got out of the car although Ethan didn’t allow it. Well, I was eighteen now. And even though night was falling and the sun had gone down, I was determined to ease my bladder and stop my sister from burning up from the inside. I mean in Europe I would be a full fledged adult.
“Okay. But we have to hurry.”
“Scared of a human,” Lilith whispered, as I undid her seatbelt and helped her out of the car.
“Half human who could finish you off faster than I could pee.”
“You sure have a full and large bladder, then.”
“Just shut your moth and come.”
I held out my hand towards her. Stunned, she gazed at it, as if she had never seen a human hand before then grabbed it. I could swear she blushed.

When we walked into Starbucks everything seemed normal. Approx. a thousand teenagers dressed in Hollister and Abercrombie with Starbucks- cups in their hands chatting loudly, making unfunny jokes and laughing about them so hard it could only be fake. And it was six o’ clock in the morning. Okay, they had school but this Starbucks was neat a highway. What did they do here?
At the counter stood a pretty blond with freckles all over her slim nose.
“What can I get ya?”
“Water… please.”
Always be polite. My mom had raised no rude jackass.
The blond- her nametag revealing her as a Beth- smiled and after a few seconds pushed a plastic glass full of water over the counter.
“Here. One dollar forty.”
I gave her two dollars and told her she could keep the rest during the act of giving Lilith the cup. She took it the instant her fingers closed around it and drank it out in only a few sips.
“Didn’t you have to go to the toilet?”
Oh yeah, I knew I forgot something. Now that my sister was taken care of my bladder made itself felt, urging me to empty it in this moment.
“Stay here, don’t go with strangers and don’t, you know, kill anybody,” I said from the stairs leading down to the restrooms. Lilith nodded, while asking for another cup of water.
“Will try.”
A will do would’ve been better but what do you expect from a demonic girl?
The restrooms were as clean as my grandma’s whole flat a.k.a. it was spotless. Zipping up my trousers I washed my hands and looked at myself in the mirror. The black hair was a bit chaotic and my skin looked pale and sick. Under my eyes were unnatural dark circles and neck had more bruises on them than Jacky Chan would ever have after a fight. Curling my nose and drying my hands sighed. Sometimes I don’t want to live like this anymore. Why don’t just settle down, get a girlfriends, kill the demons that went after you and eat dinner in a normal and homey kitchen. Pizza, fondue or a hamburger didn’t sound bad. Maybe I was hungry after all. But the illusion of hunger wasn’t my big problem. Well, it was big but a bigger problem waited for me, as I came out of the toilet. Everybody was… gone. And it looked like chaos everywhere I turned my eyes to. Nothing stood where it had been a few minutes ago.
“What the…”
In the middle of it all Lilith stood- or Rosalie. How you put it. The white dress what a bit ripped and her hair waved in the wind, which came through the broken window.
“Where is everyone, Lilith?”
She didn’t turn herself towards me, so I only heard her voice as a whisper.
“Gone. Dead. I don’t know.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“Wha-? Oh that. Isn’t my blood.”
“From whom is it then?”
“Some dude who tried to pull me into the Abyss. I cut his hand off. And after that the arm and then… he was gone. Thought it would be nice if he had at least one good arm down there.”
“How considered of you,” I said, trying to hide my concern. Rose with blood on her woke up bad memories. Bad, bad memories I will never let go.
“You didn’t really explain what happened here.”
“Somebody opened the Abyss, sucked everybody in here in there to make it more powerful and I cut off somebody’s hand.”
I had more questions. Lots and lots of questions but for now I wanted to save my body from seriously kicking, because when Ethan came into the destroyed Starbucks his eyes were as dark as from a demon.
“I said put or are you two deaf?!”
Lilith shrugged.
“His fault.”
“Thank you for nothing bitch,” I growled and became a victim of Ethan’s hate stare. It wasn’t so intense like the one I’m used to from Lilith but it was enough to let the guilt wash over me like a wave. A very huge wave.
“So what in Satan’s name happened here?”
“Her fault,” I murmured, ducking away as Lilith tried to knock me over. Revenge is always sweet. It had to be because when Lilith struck out and punched right after I survived the first one the blood in my mouth tasted oddly like chocolate mixed with salt. Much and much of salt.
“It may be her fault but that doesn’t explain the lack of people and the destruction in freaking Starbucks!”
“More Hellbucks,” I said under my breath. Still, I was pretty sure that they both heard me.
“The Abyss opened,” Lilith included Ethan casually into the incident, looking slightly more annoyed by minute from minute.
“It tried to swallow me, killing everybody in return.”
“What for a f-ing demon are you that the Abyss is after you?!”
Disbelieving, I stared at her. Of course I couldn’t make out what differs her form the other nasty ones who possessed Rose but now nobody could say I didn’t try.
“The question which bothers me more than the species of that… thing there,” Ethan gestured briefly at my sister, “is where the heck you were, Jesper.”
He scowled at me, but I’m not sure if he really wants an answer. I mean, the truth was ridiculous. And I hated to be the bad guys in his eyes because they didn’t live long.
“Peeing.”
“You sure peed a hell of a lot and loud if you didn’t see and hear anything.”
I turned away, pretending to look at a piece of broke wood on the floor.
“My bladder was full,” I mumbled, “and I had that chocolate thing for breakfast. Was that supposed to be a piece of cake or a pudding? I think even my stomach couldn’t really figure out what he was digesting.”
“Don’t you dare mock the gas station cake. It’s the best you could of have as a birthday cake,” Ethan said, picking up a little rock from the floor, before throwing it as far away as possible.
“We should go.”
“What was that for?”
Following the flying rock with my eyes until it hit the ground, I put my hands into my jeans pockets and upturned to Ethan. He was already on his way outside.
“Hey! Wait! Shouldn’t we first, like, investigate this area? The Abyss doesn’t open up anywhere.”
Lilith snored, stepping over a left over arm with a certain disgust gleaming up in her eyes.
“Oh, dog poo. Let’s get outta here and talk about it in the cat before either one of them comes back.”
“Who do you mean?”
“You big ass daddy or the Abyss. Both are bad enough, don’t you think?”
If a demon compares the hell of all evil- the Abyss- with ones power and