Jared, Run!

Jensen dropped us off at the new house before leaving to go job hunting. The house was a little one story building with white siding and a short porch. There was a driveway along the left side of the house that was covered. It looked perfect.

The key Jensen had passed to me unlocked the door, and Jared and I stepped inside. The house was furnished, which was a surprise, and it so cozy and home-like that I had to suppress a squeal of delight.

The living room, dining room, and kitchen were all connected, flowing together in a triangle like they all one room. There were two navy blue love seats in the living room opposite a TV and a coat closet. The dining room had a dark wood table large enough to seat six people, and kitchen with all its cupboards and counter space looked like a homemaker’s dream. There was even a breakfast bar with three stools. There was a side door off the dining room onto the driveway, stairs going down, and sliding glass doors leading out the back onto a patio.

Between the living room and the kitchen three was a hallway, and I hurried over to see what there was. Jared followed, slowly, gazing around in wonder. Around the corner there were three doors, one to each side and one in front. They were currently all opened. The one directly in front of me was a bathroom with a very large tub. There was also a washer and dryer, so it was also the laundry room; very convenient. I closed the door again.

The door to the left, when I peeked through it, revealed a small bedroom with one bed, a desk, and a dresser. The door on the left opened into a larger bedroom with two beds and dressers. It was obvious where everyone was sleeping.

“This year is going to be great,” I said with a large grin, and Jared nodded his agreement. “Why don’t you go check if there’s anything in the kitchen while I unpack quickly.”

Jared smiled and strode into the kitchen. I stepped into my new bedroom, dumping my backpack on the floor and dropping backwards onto the white duvet covering the bed. I sank deep into the bed, smiling. It was so comfortable; I wouldn’t want to get up in the morning.

I closed my eyes, reveling in the cloud I had found myself on, when I was lashed with someone’s thick, angry hatred. I squinted, suddenly assaulted by a painful headache, and sat up. I knew that Jared couldn’t produce that kind of emotion, so it must have been something else. I climbed off the bed, one hand holding my head, and staggered out the door.

I hesitated in the hall when my pocket vibrated. I pulled my phone out in a hazy and glanced at the caller ID. It was Cassandra, but before I could answer it I was slammed against the bathroom door by a transparent gray shadow. The phone slipped out of my hands as I screamed, then my voice was cut off as the shadow pressed against my throat.

Footsteps raced from the kitchen and I saw Jared through the shadow. He skidded to a halt, a horrified expression crossing his features.

“Jared!” I choked out, struggling against the demon’s pressure. “Run!”

Jared took a long time to respond, at least it felt like a long time, but he finally disappeared from view. I felt a stab of relief; he would be safe if he got away. But I couldn’t dwell too much on Jared, because I was quickly running out of breath with no idea how to escape the incorporeal grip of the demon.

I didn’t even know what kind of demon it was, which made matters worse. If I knew what kind it was I might have been able to remember how to get rid of it. As it were, I could only hope that Jared got Jensen back in a hurry.

My phone, which was just out of my reach, continued to vibrate, a gentle buzz just barely audible on the thick carpet. I stretched towards it, thinking maybe, just maybe, Cassandra would be able to help me over the phone. It was a long shot, but it was hope.

The demon pulled me by my neck away from the door, then slammed me back against the wood. Dazed, my vision began to fade and I realized that there wasn’t any hope for me. There was no way Jensen would make it back in time, and there wasn’t any way Cassandra would be able to help me if I couldn’t reach the phone.

I hope Jared and Jensen will be okay without me, were my last thoughts before I blacked out.

The End

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