I sigh in annoyance, slamming the door to Pip's fridge shut. There's practically nothing in his fridge! No wonder he looks like a stick. I float back towards the study, walking being to much effort. Pushing the door open, I come to see Pip gone. There's a note, something scribbled down an a yellow sticky note, and I approach it.

As I pick the note up to read, I glance at the mobile phone beside it. It's Pip's, obviously.

"'Gone to the shop to buy some more food.' Well, thank fuck for that." I place the note back on the desk, taking Pip's phone and falling back onto an office chair.

I manage to entertain myself for around ten minutes, messing around on the internet. I quickly get bored, deciding to look through Pip's photos. There's not a lot, around 100, and most of them are of a girl. I tut, feeling jealously flow through me. It's irrational jealousy, but I'm a demon and everything I do is irrational.

However, there is the pictures I took while in m human form. He still has those, and that stops the jealousy. Then I see another picture of the scowling blonde girl and I want to attack her.

How many pictures does he need of one girl? Pip's in some of them too, smiling and holding her hand. In others, he's dressed as her and she's dressed as him. They do look alike, and I did come to the conclusion that their siblings until a picture where they are kissing.

How Pip took this, I have no idea.

Why Pip took this, I have no idea.

Who this girl is, I have some idea.

It's the same one from the picture in his room.

I then get bored of pictures, and find myself snooping on his contacts. All together, he has an impressive six contacts. Half of which are family members. He has his parents, his grandma, Gregory, someone named Estella and Christophe.

Christophe.

That's the same name shown when he got that text while reading.

It's wrong to look through another person's phone, but then again it's wrong to peruse a 27 year old man as a 16 year old boy, and I did that.

Clicking on the contact, it takes me straight to messages. Expecting some lame conversation about French bread, I scroll up. I freeze while scrolling, one word standing out to me within the texts.

Exorcism.

"Fuck!" I curse. This cannot be a strange coincidence. Christophe and Gregory pining me to the locker, threatening me with crosses and then Pip reviving a text about an exorcism.

They cannot exorcise him.

I've possessed him for too long. With each possession, I get more attached to Pip, literally. It has gotten to the point were our minds are almost connected, soon enough I'd be able to hear his thoughts without having to possess him.

If he gets exorcised now, he will most likely not survive.

Pip could die, and I don't want that.

I grab the phone, clutching it tightly in my hold. Hurriedly, I search through the texts to see if Christophe tells him a location. When it doesn't, I groan. Slipping the phone in my back pocket, and swiftly leave the house after Pip.

Instantly, I begin to contemplate all of the areas Pip could be while walking. If they're doing an exorcism, the most logical place they could be is a church. I quickly make my way to the sacred building, stopping just as I get to the oak wood doors.

If I enter the church, something bad will happen to me. There's definitely crosses lining every wall, bibles scattered on every bench paired with hymn books, piled on the floor beside each pew.

"Fuck." I whisper, stepping back as all the possibilities run through my mind. Even crosses painted onto candles have the capability to harm me.

I can't possibly enter the church. I duck behind the building, deciding to transform into my human form. I still can't go inside (even as a human) but I can ask someone to enter and look for me.

I spy a girl. She's alone, sat on a bench outside the church. She has a full fringe, with her blonde hair in a tight side pony. There's a bible balanced on her lap. However, she's more interested in filing her nails.

I decide to approach her.

"Hi." I say, eyeing the leather bound book on her lap nervously. I can't help it; bible verses hurt.

"Hey." She doesn't look up from her nails. "I'm Sally Turner, you?"

"Damien." I say, and she looks up. She then continues to look me up and down, her eyes flashing.

"What's up, Damien?" She asks, now interested in me and abandoning her nails.

I bite back the remark to say 'the sky', deciding to ask her something. "Can you possibly, go inside the church for me? And check if there's a boy, with shoulder length blond hair and blue eyes?"

"Why can't you go in yourself?" She asks, an eyebrow raised. I quickly think of an excuse.

"My mother is.. Jewish. I am Jewish.. she forbids me from going inside churches." I give her a look one would class as 'puppy eyes', and then Sally stands up.

She disappears inside the church, emerging a few moments later.

"I didn't find your friend," she starts, "but I did find Jesus, literally. He's laughing and hiding in the pews."

"Thanks." I tell her, deciding to kiss her on the cheek as a thank you. I only here her gasp as I turn away, hurriedly looking through Pip's texts once more.

There has to be some sort of hint as to where they could be. If not a church, it must be either Gregory's or Christophe's house. Due to Christophe's suggestion of the exorcism, I search for his home address. Thankfully, I'm in luck.

The address is hidden in a conversation about a Ouija Board, the same one which got me here. Christophe calls his mother a 'religious nut', stating that there's practically crosses in every room. Plus Rosary Beads.

My thoughts are confirmed; the exorcism has to be at Christophe's house. Picking up my pace, I begin to run to Christophe's house, passing people and ignoring the strange looks. Just as I get what I assume to be halfway, I feel my human form melt away. My hair, skin and eyes change colour, my features drastically transforming.

They're already preforming the exorcism. There is no other way to explain my forced transformation. I carrying on running to Christophe's house, hearing Pip's screams of pain before even entering. I'm at the bottom of the drive, and the screams are ear piercingly loud. They're only going to get worse.

The horrible, burning sensation travels through my veins. It causes all of my limbs to ache. I feel as if my body is on fire. I groan as my brain feels as if it's splitting in two, marching up the drive to Christophe's door. I grip the handle, twisting it and barging in.

I follow the sounds of Pip's pained screams. They're bone chilling. I can barely get up the stairs, the fire burning beneath my skin almost paralysing me as I cling to the bannister rail. I have to get in that room. I must get them to stop.

It's going to kill him.

They're going to kill him.

I manage to get up the stairs, and stumble down the corridor. All of the doors are closed, but one door is emitting terrifying screams and groans. This tells me Pip is behind the door, and I storm in. I have to cling to the door for support, my legs almost giving out beneath me as my mind feels as if it's ripping apart.

Tears come to my eyes, but I don't allow them to fall. It's painful, horribly and excruciatingly painful, but I will survive through it. Pip on the other hand, will not.

I look to the bed in the room. There's Pip, jerking violently against the pillows as his friends stand over him. They chant verses, say prayers and sprinkle holy water. Each support crosses. Pip's eyes are wide and unblinking as he jerks, his neck twisting horribly and his limbs flailing disturbingly. His skin has a greyish tint.

He's definitely dying.

"STOP!" I shout, my legs wobbling beneath me. Gregory sprinkles some more holy water, and I feel my skin burn and sizzle. "Fucking stop it!"

I take a few steps forward, yet collapse on the floor. The pain in my legs in unbearable. It feels as if my flesh in on fire, slowly burning off and melting in chunks. I fall in a heap, my legs spread out beneath me as I stare straight at Pip.

"Stop it!" I shout once more, my voice cracking and pain filled. More tears build up in my eyes, and I can't stop them from slipping down my cheeks. "You're going to fucking kill him!"

"Liar!" Gregory shouts back, not even turning to face me.

I curse as I grip my stomach, wrapping my arms around it in an attempt to sooth the pain. It's as if someone has a knife, and is continually plunging it in and out of my stomach. More tears fall down my cheeks from the pain.

The exorcism is almost over, I can't feel it.

Pip screams again, throwing his head back and arching his back unnaturally. He jerks once more, another scream ripping violently from his vocal chords as he then stops. The jerks, the screams, the neck twists, it all stops.

Pip's eyes flutter shut as I violently cough, my throat burning as black liquid seeps from my mouth and stains the floor.

"Well fucking done." I croak, finding the energy to wipe my mouth. "You've killed him."

With all of the effort I have left, I stumble into a stance. Tears flow down my cheeks as I hurt for a different reason. Ignoring the looks of shock on Gregory and Christophe's faces, I snap my fingers and disappear.

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