The Warlord Wants Forever Part 16

"Mama? Wait!" Ellie flung herself to her side just as the poker came slamming down on the floor where her head had been. Blood splashed from the carpet like a stepped-in puddle.

"You foul thing, begone!" Mama shrieked, raising the iron again. "You got my girl, but you won't have my boy!"

"Just wait!" Ellie scrambled to her feet, dropping the cleaver. "It's me!" She raised her hands, palms outward.

Mama didn't lower the poker. Her long auburn hair was loose, tangled all around her unlined face. She used one shoulder to shove tendrils from her eyes. "That's what you said afore you started snarlin' that demon language and slas.h.i.+n' about!" Her mascara ran down her cheeks, her peach lipstick smeared across her chin. "Afore you killed all them deacons!"

"Killed?" Ellie whirled around, dumbfounded by the grisly sight.

Five hacked-up bodies lay strewn across the living room. Because of me. Because of me. The men had been lured all the way out here by her mother's imploring letters and by evidence of Ellie's possession: recordings of her speaking dead languages she had no way of knowing and photographs of messages in blood that she had no memory of writing. The men had been lured all the way out here by her mother's imploring letters and by evidence of Ellie's possession: recordings of her speaking dead languages she had no way of knowing and photographs of messages in blood that she had no memory of writing.

Apparently, Ellie had once written in Sumerian, Surrender to me Surrender to me.

Now Sloc.u.mb's head lay apart from his other remains. His eyes were gla.s.sy in death, his tongue lolling between parted lips. One arm was missing from his corpse. She dimly realized it must be the one under the dining room table. The one lying beside the hank of scalp and a pile of severed fingers.

Ellie covered her mouth, fighting not to retch. The five had vowed to exorcise the demon. Instead, it'd butchered them all.

"Th-this was done by ... "Th-this was done by ... me me?"

"As if you don't know, demon!" Mama wagged her poker at Ellie. "Play your games with somebody else."

Ellie scratched at her chest, her skin seeming to crawl from the being within. Hate it so much, hate it, hate it, HATE it. Hate it so much, hate it, hate it, HATE it. Though she never knew its thoughts, right now she could nearly Though she never knew its thoughts, right now she could nearly feel feel it gloating. it gloating.

Sirens sounded in the distance, setting the dogs outside to baying even louder. "Oh, G.o.d, Mama, you didn't call that good-for-nothing sheriff?" Ellie and her family were mountain folk through and through. Any Law was suspect.

At that, her mother dropped the poker. "You really are are Ellie. The demon told me you wasn't coming back this time! Told me you'd never return to us." Ellie. The demon told me you wasn't coming back this time! Told me you'd never return to us."

No wonder Mama had attacked.

"It's me," Ellie said over her shoulder as she hastened to the window, her boots squis.h.i.+ng across the carpet. She pulled aside the cigarette-stained curtains to gaze out into the night.

Down the snowy mountainside, the sheriff's blue lights glared, his car snaking up the winding road. Another cruiser sped behind it.

"I had to call them, Ellie! Had to stop the demon. And then the nine-one-one dispatcher heard the deacons just a-screamin'..."

What should I do ... what can can I do? I do? Nineteen was too young to go to jail! Ellie would rather die, had already considered suicide if the exorcism didn't work. Nineteen was too young to go to jail! Ellie would rather die, had already considered suicide if the exorcism didn't work.

Because these five ministers weren't the demon's first victims.

There'd been at least two other men since the creature had possessed Ellie's body a year ago. Early on, she'd woken to find a middle-aged man in her bed, his skin cooling against hers, his slashed throat gaping like a smile.

None among her extended Peirce family had known what to think. Had a rival clan planted the body? Why single out Ellie?

Why had there been blood on her hands? Why had there been blood on her hands?

Her close-lipped cousins had buried the man out behind the family's barn, telling themselves he must've had it coming.

The family hadn't begun to suspect she was possessed until more recently, when the demon had posed a mutilated coal company rep among Ellie's old stuffed animals, then "blasphemed" for her kinfolk in ways a girl like Ellie "could never imagine."

After that, her mother and Uncle Ephraim had started chaining her at night, like Ellie was one of the hounds outside. Though she hated the chains and could easily have picked the locks, she'd endured them.

But it'd been too late for some.

Hikers had found a gruesome altar in the woods, with human bones littering the site. Mama had whispered to Ephraim, "You reckon it was Ellie?"

Not me! The d.a.m.ned thing inside her was The d.a.m.ned thing inside her was winning winning, taking control more often, and more easily.

Just a matter of time till I'm gone altogether.

As blue lights crawled closer, glaring even in the bright moonlight, Ellie had a mad impulse to clean herself up, waylay the sheriff outside to badger him for a warrant, then maybe maybe cop to a crank call. cop to a crank call.

After all, she she hadn't done these killings. Or maybe she should run! hadn't done these killings. Or maybe she should run!

But she knew the Law would put dogs on her trail; she'd never make it to the next holler, not in the winter.

And that wouldn't solve the problem of the demon within her- She heard a thud behind her and spun around. Her mother, usually so resilient, had fallen to her knees, her face crumpling. "It told me it'd do me in, then go after the rest of the family, go after baby Josh."

Joshua, Ellie's adored brother. She pictured him toddling about in his footy pajamas, his chubby cheeks growing pink as he laughed. An aunt was babysitting him in a trailer just down the mountain. him toddling about in his footy pajamas, his chubby cheeks growing pink as he laughed. An aunt was babysitting him in a trailer just down the mountain.

At the thought of harm coming to him, Ellie's tears fell unchecked. "Wh-what should I do?"

Mama's own tears poured. "If the reverend-G.o.d rest his soul-and his ministerin' couldn't get that devil of yourn out of you ... no one can, Ellie. Maybe you should let the sheriff take you."

"You want me to go to jail?"

"We done everything we can." Mama rose, warily stepping closer. "Maybe them prison folks or even them psychiatrists can keep it from killin' again."

Prison? Or death? Ellie swallowed, knowing that once she decided how she'd handle this, nothing could sway her. If her mother was stubborn, Ellie was trebly so, as immovable as the mountains all around them. Ellie swallowed, knowing that once she decided how she'd handle this, nothing could sway her. If her mother was stubborn, Ellie was trebly so, as immovable as the mountains all around them.

Sirens echoed as the cruisers prowled up the long drive, then skidded to a stop in front of the trailer.

Ellie swiped at her tears. "I'll do you one better than jail." I could take the demon with me. I could take the demon with me. If she ran out the front door with blood on her and a gun in hand ... If she ran out the front door with blood on her and a gun in hand ...

Mama shook her head sternly. "Elizabeth Ann Peirce, don't you even think about it!"

"If this thing thing"-Ellie slashed her nails across her chest-"thinks it'll hurt my kin, then it don't know me very good." Though her own gun and ammo had been taken from her, her father's Remington remained in his closet. The sheriff wouldn't know it was empty.

"You ain't doin' this, Ellie! There might be hope, some kind of newfangled treatment."

"You want me to go from roaming these mountains to being locked in a tiny cell?" She didn't remind her mother that she'd probably get the death penalty anyway.

Slaughtering five deacons deacons in Appalachia? Ellie was done for. in Appalachia? Ellie was done for.

"I won't let you do this." Mama jutted her chin.

"We both suspected it'd come to this." The demon's just killin' me slow. The demon's just killin' me slow. "My mind's made up." "My mind's made up."

At that, Mama paled even more, knowing it was as good as done.

"And just think-if I kill this demon, I'll go to heaven. Be with Daddy," Ellie said, though she wasn't so sure where she'd end up. She held out her arms, and her mother sank against her, sobbing. "Now, stop actin' like you don't know this has to happen, like you haven't known for months."

"Ah, G.o.d, honey, I just ..." More sobs. "Y-you want to say a prayer?"

Ellie stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to her mother's smooth forehead. "No time. What if it comes back?" And already the deputies were surrounding the trailer, their boots crunching in the snow, while the pompous sheriff demanded that Mrs. Peirce open up for them this minute.

He knew better than to storm a household on this mountain.

With a steadying exhalation, Ellie turned toward her mother's bedroom, forcing herself to look at the bodies. These men had had families. How many children were fatherless because of this demon?

Because I've been doggedly clinging to hope?

Ellie pa.s.sed her own bedroom, shuddering at the sight of the chains at the ends of her bed, coiled like rattlesnakes.

Then she stared bitterly at the Middle State University pennants she'd tacked to her room's vinyl walls just before all this had begun.

How hopeful she'd been about college! To afford the tuition and dorm, she'd worked at her uncle's outfitter shop each day after school and as a guide during every holiday for years.

Ellie had been in cla.s.ses just long enough to comprehend with wonder, Holy s.h.i.+t, I can ... I can actually Holy s.h.i.+t, I can ... I can actually do do this! this!

Then she'd started losing time, waking in strange places. They'd sent her packing back home before the semester was over. waking in strange places. They'd sent her packing back home before the semester was over.

She would've been the first one in the family to get a college degree.

When she reached the back bedroom, she spied her reflection in the mirrored closet door. Blood covered her-her long brown hair was wet with it. Her eyes were as flinty gray and hard as Peirce Mountain.

Her sodden T-s.h.i.+rt read: EPHRAIM'S OUTFITTERS: rafting, fis.h.i.+ng, hunting supplies & guides. EPHRAIM'S OUTFITTERS: rafting, fis.h.i.+ng, hunting supplies & guides.

What would Uncle Eph say about this?

She pictured his weathered face and earnest expression, so like her late father's. You go on now and take care of your business, Ellie. Ain't n.o.body gonna do it for you. You go on now and take care of your business, Ellie. Ain't n.o.body gonna do it for you.

She slid the closet door open, reaching past her father's old work gear-a mining helmet, locksmith tools, a handyman belt. Before he'd died in the mine, her adoring pa had never held fewer than three jobs at a time.

With a knot in her throat, she collected his favorite shotgun: a Remington double-barrel twelve-gauge. It was empty, no slugs to be found; Uncle Eph had long since come round and gathered up all the sh.e.l.ls-just in case the demon got any ideas with the scattergun.

The familiar heft of the weapon was rea.s.suring. Soon all this would be over forever. At the thought, she felt a strange sense of relief relief.

When she returned to the living room, Mama rushed forward. "Please, baby, couldn't you just try prison?"

I'm doomed anyway. An injection later, or a bullet now. An injection later, or a bullet now.

Ellie would die on her terms-bleeding out in the snow, atop her beloved mountain.

"No, jail's out of the question. Now you need to think about Josh. About the family." Ellie forced a smile. "I love you, Mama. Tell Josh I loved him, too. You know I'll be lookin' down, watchin' out for everyone."

As her mother began to bawl, muttering jumbled words, Ellie pointed to the back room. "You go on in the back and stay in there! You hear? Don't come out till they make you, no matter what happens. Promise me!" At last, Mama nodded. Ellie gave her a shove, and she dragged her feet away, softly closing her bedroom door behind her. muttering jumbled words, Ellie pointed to the back room. "You go on in the back and stay in there! You hear? Don't come out till they make you, no matter what happens. Promise me!" At last, Mama nodded. Ellie gave her a shove, and she dragged her feet away, softly closing her bedroom door behind her.

Before Ellie lost her nerve, she turned to the front door, Remington in hand. She began to reach for her hand-me-down coat, then clenched a fist instead. Fool. You won't be cold long. Fool. You won't be cold long.

On the count of three. Ellie took several deep breaths, her thoughts racing. I'm just nineteen-too young. I'm just nineteen-too young.

One.

I got no choice. Soon, nothing'll be left of me.

Two.

Imagine waking up to Mama and Josh, dead, their their eyes gla.s.sy and sightless. eyes gla.s.sy and sightless.

Never! With a shriek, she threw open the door, raising the gun. With a shriek, she threw open the door, raising the gun.

"Shooter!" the sheriff yelled. Bullets went flying.

She felt none of them; a towering man had appeared out of thin air, standing between her and the officers.

With a furious growl, he shoved her to the ground, knocking the gun from her hands as he took the bullets in his back. She stared up in disbelief. His irises were ... red. At least five shots. .h.i.t him, but his monstrous gaze never wavered from her eyes.

-"Hold your fire!"

-"Where'd he come from?"

-"What the h.e.l.l's goin' on?"

The man's skin was like perfect marble, stark against the black s.h.i.+rt and trench coat he wore. His hair was pale blond, his features chiseled. And those eyes ... otherworldly. otherworldly.

"Another demon!" She blindly rooted her hand through the snow, automatically reaching for the shotgun, but he stepped on her wrist. through the snow, automatically reaching for the shotgun, but he stepped on her wrist.

When she gave a cry of pain, he pressed down harder, his lips drawing back to reveal ... fangs. "You dare risk my my female?" His voice was deep and accented, his tone filled with scorn. At his words, the baying dogs fell silent. female?" His voice was deep and accented, his tone filled with scorn. At his words, the baying dogs fell silent.

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Your attempted blaze of glory, Elizabeth. And all because of a few murders?" He gave her a look of disgust, as if to say, Grow up. Grow up.

The sheriff ordered, "Put your hands where I can see them!"

Instead, the pale-haired demon hunched down beside her, cupping her nape to s.n.a.t.c.h her closer. With his other hand, he tossed her gun away.

When another bullet plugged him in the back, he hissed over his shoulder, baring those fangs. "One-moment," he snapped.

Ellie sneaked a glance at the cops; they looked too confounded to react.

And behind them, Ephraim and some of her cousins had come running up the mountain, rifles in hand. They'd slowed in shock upon seeing the demon.

The male sneered, "Mortals," then turned back to her. "Listen very carefully, Elizabeth. I am Lothaire the Enemy of Old, and you belong to me. After considering my options, I've decided I will allow you to go to jail this eve."

"Y-you've got the wrong girl! I don't know you-"

Talking over her, he said, "In your human prison, you'll be hidden from my kind, which means you'll be relatively safe while I continue my search. I will return for you in two years. Or so." He gave her a harsh shake. "But if you try to harm yourself-and therefore my female-again, I will punish you beyond imagining. Do you understand me?"