Chapter Five

        “It’s that easy?” Ruby asked, skepticism sharp on her features and her voice. The mystic gave her an impatient look for interrupting for the third time that evening before continuing on with her lecture while Ruby hurriedly jotted down the wisdom in her notebook.

        The reason why Ruby thought of using a mystic was because of a picture in the shadowtale. The image of a slithering snake like demon entangled in black chains that gradually transformed into a witch’s hair entranced her. Ruby didn’t really know of any witches, but she thought of the fortuneteller downtown and told her mother she was going out on a date with “Simon,” and that she’d let him know that there would be a nearly disastrous parent meeting. 

        “Are you sure there is no way for me to send him back?” She asked the other woman. The mystic shook her head slowly, her hair, short and stylishly cropped, glittered from tiny stones and too much gel.

        “Just to bind. I’ve personally never summoned a demon before. Witches will summon and bind demons as familiars to do dark deeds. I’ve never heard of a witch sending their demons back before,” said the mystic, placing a beautifully manicured finger to her lips, tapping and contemplating the vast magical library in her brain. In reality, the mystic was a college student, she read fortunes, and worked several menial jobs, to pay for tuition.

        Ruby gave her fifty bucks for the information and a single black candle that she’d need for the spell. The mystic tried to talk her into a reading for another thirty but Ruby declined, but promised that she’d tell all her friends to come get their fortunes read. It was a lie she felt really guilty about when she left. In fact, she’d had to lie a lot lately. 

        When she got home, her mother was on the phone speaking in urgent tones with someone in her bedroom. It sounded like a work matter so Ruby took it as a sign to get the spell. She started by sauntering outside to collect a handful of the still wet earth where she poured the demon brew.  The rose bush, to her surprise, was growing new buds. Ruby didn’t think that the bushes would survive much longer; they’d looked really bad the last few weeks. She clipped off a bud to show her mother, placing it in her jean pocket.

        She placed the wet dirt in the ceramic bowl she made in art class last month and went back inside without any incidences with “Simon.” Her mother was talking numbers now and moved her conversation into the kitchen. The tone was much less urgent and Ruby gave her a kiss hello before disappearing into her bedroom.

        “Ruby, I thought you’d abandoned me,” came his voice from the shadows by her desk. To her benefit, Ruby did not scream. She turned on her light, jolted, and quickly entered and closed the door to keep their voices from traveling down. That was certainly the last thing she needed, having her bother worry about her in her bedroom alone with a really attractive boy…Demon. 

        Ruby did not respond to him. She cleared her floor, found a jar with a lid, made a circle with her fingers (The mystic said it would work this way too,) and set the bowl and jar down. She opened her satchel to take out her notes and the black candle as the Demon silently looked on. When he caught on that she was doing a spell, he advanced upon her but could not pass her meager barrier, probably suspecting that it was weak and didn’t use any strength to penetrate it.

        “Ruby,” he called to her sternly, “What the fuck are you up to?”

        “Nothing,” Ruby said as she lit the candle and murmured some Latin poorly.

        “Doesn’t sound like nothing,” He leaned in as close as he could, pressing his face up against her tiny circle though not trying to enter it. “Sounds like a spell. If you could speak Latin better, I could understand what you’re saying. Are you sure it’s even going to work?” He was trying to place doubts in her mind. Ruby looked up at him again, taking him in fully, remembering how much he reminded her of Dillon. He looked more confused than angry, maybe a little hurt, but definitely scared. She took the fear and ate it up, smiling at him secretively, flirtatiously. He remained quiet the entire time after. 

        When the spell was mostly done, spoken and the dirt turned and mixed with both her blood (again) and the black wax of the candle, Ruby carefully poured it into the jar. She thought of closing it off but then decided to add that little rose bud too so that all that black could have a tiny bit of color to make it pretty. When she opened up the circle and put away her things, the moon began to rise full and bright. She placed it in the light, letting it sit for a moment on her desk.

        She’d only just set it down when she felt herself being lifted into the air and thrown onto her bed. Then he was on her, naked, sliding, whispering, and feeding on her sexual nature just as she’d fed on his fear. He was definitely angry with her now as his hands tore easily at her tee shirt. His hungry rough mouth found her throat and sucked again at the same spot the last hickies were. 

        “Stop,” Ruby whispered as he hand cupped her breast, tugging the bra up so that his tongue could torture her nipple. He fastened his lips around that pick bud and circled it until it hardened to an aching point.

        “Stop!” she whispered, her arms pushed against him until he restrained them, holding them over her head so that he could trail his wet tongue over her sensitive armpit, kissing it wetly before pursuing her other nipple. Ruby’s back arched and she moaned but she felt shame for it. 

        “Stop it!” She said again, and with a shudder of the bed, he did, hovering over her, looking down at her with surprise in his eyes. “Get off of me,” she added in a hushed breath, and he did. The spell had worked. The jar was soaking in the full moon’s light, the strongest light she could have possibly had to electrify the concoction. 

        “What have you done to me?” He asked, seething with anger. 

        “Don’t hurt me or my mom. Don’t kill either of us. Your name is Simon. You have to meet my mom and be pleasant so that I don’t look like a slut for letting some boy round second base with me. Don’t get me into trouble with my mom.” Ruby gushed his new orders plainly so that he wouldn’t have any way around it. And because she knew the spell worked, she was confident that even though his eyes were glowing, he wouldn’t do anything against her wishes. “Don’t break our things,” she added quickly when his eyes glanced over at her laptop. That further infuriated him.

        Commands gushed from her as if the authority in her had been bottled up for ages. For the first time in a long time, Ruby had the control.

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AN: Oh my Guh! It takes me so long to edit sometimes. I've been going through a lot lately, so my creative juices have been more focused on short projects. This story is completed elsewhere, send me an inbox message if you're impatient and curious. It IS going through a lot of changes to make it better for Wattpad though. 

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