"Well would you look at that shit. Glass wont shatter the glass but a bookend did. I wonder why." mused Jammie, coming down on her knees beside me on the floor. She reaches for my arm as I stare up her. My eyes wide with the terror because I know he can and will be back some time tonight. I just hope I can tell Jammie what we need to do and we can get it done before he comes back.
"I have no idea I'm just glad it worked." I sighed out in relief. "Jammie we need to destroy every mirror in this house that is bigger than a compact mirror."
"Speaking of it working, and you know, all the bad luck I'm gonna be getting because of you, why did I have to break the mirror in order for you to snap out of it?"
"Don't sound so bitter. It doesn't go with your personality. Besides, it was like I was under hypnosis or something to start with. Then as I got closer he grabbed me. Didn't you see his extremely unattractive, scary white claw-hand holding on to me, pulling me closer to him? Then I am honestly baffled I had to fight against my own body because as soon as I was within reach of the mirror its like I just wanted- no- I needed to touch it. What the frack is wrong with me? I mean really if you see a tiger loose in the friggin street do you go pet the damn thing?" I shake my head at myself, internally freaking, my breath was steady enough now that Jammie couldn't tell I was still hyperventilating on the inside.
"No actually I didn't. All I saw was you going right up to the mirror guy and basically offering yourself to him like some sort of airhead virgin sacrifice."
"Gee thanks. I wonder what he wanted with me anyway. Why not you? You're the pretty one." I said. Then I realized how that sounded and tries to amend, "I'm sorry that was stupid to say of course I wouldn't want him to take you. I just meant it would have made more sense to go after the pretty one-not the plain, overweight, freckely and flawed one. The only thing I can think is he was after you and I somehow got in the way."
"Well I don't know but if he comes back I say we be ready. Grab the two bookends out of the living room. That way you have two and I have two. We will be prepared."
"I think we should take incentive and start before it becomes a problem. Go ahead and break the rest of the mirrors before he has a chance. Those five look big enough he can still get through. I'll start with them and you start with the one in your bathroom."
"Good idea, Spade."
Jammie turned away and walked into her bathroom. She just stood there staring at the huge mirror. it really was a beautiful mirror but if demons were just gonna be walking out of mirrors all Willy nilly it was best we not have a 'door' in enough for them to come into.
With that being said, I grabbed one of the bigger pieces and shattered it with my bronze bookend. Jammie, in the bath room, had taken a deep breath and mumbled something like 'there's nothing to it but to do it' and started working on her full wall mirror. Somehow I still thought she would be done before me because I am so slow at everything.
After about an hour Jammie was done and I was finishing up with my last piece. Shattering glass is not as easy as it seems. That's when I happened to see his face coming into view.
He was still a little ways back but I saw him as if from afar. Like he was walking down a tunnel or road that funnels into a dark Forrest or something. He was steadily moving closer faster and faster.
I pushed the piece of the mirror against the closet door and jumped back to the bed. I drew my arm back and hurled the bronze bookend at the mirror. You wont believe it but the fucker just bounced back off narrowly missing my head. That could have been disastrous. Well maybe it was the silver. Once he came into view that would mean the 'door' was open. Well what if once he opened his 'door' the Only real weapon against him then was silver? Thats the Only explanation I could think of as to why my weapons were now useless against him. Only one way to test this theory.
When I threw my bookend, the one that did absolutely nothing, except make a loud thumping noise after narrowly missing my head when it bounced back at me, I got Jammie's attention.
"Throw me one of yours. Mine isn't working!" I yelled.
"Why?" she wanted to know as she tossed the bookend to me from the bathroom. Before I could explain it was because of the silver the bookend almost hit me in the head.
Well shit is this just not my day or what? Luckily though my slow ass, moving faster than a speeding snail, ducked out of the way in time for it to miss my head thankfully, and land rather painfully on my toe.
I bent to pick up the bookend but because I'm a fat ass I ended up turning in a few circles before I managed to pick it up. This made me extremely dizzy and I ended up much closer to the mirror than I had intended. Seriously you've never seen anyone as uncoordinated as me. I almost felt like I should just stop and invite him in for coffee before he killed me with as much as I was screwing up. I was dropping the bookend and then fumbling around stumbling almost falling on my ass.
All this gave Creepy McCreeperson all the time he needed to come fully into frame in the broken mirror. I was face to face with this terrifying... man? Demon? Ghost? No not ghost. Ghosts don't have black claws.
I guess I could have just held my hand out for him to take me with him. I might as well have given up, but I didn't. Naively I still thought there was enough distance between us that I could still make this work.
So I drawled my arm back to shatter him, up close and personal, and guess what? There was not enough room. That is when it happened.
He grabbed my arm and gave a hard jerk. Next thing I know...well in the famous words of Dorthey, Toto we're not in Kansas anymore.
Well I mean I wasn't. becauae I was in this new place I had never seen before all alone. I men scratch that, I wasn't all alone. I staring at the beautiful terrifying but not so scary face of the demon. And, for reasons I couldn't fathom, I wanted so very badly to rub my hand across his cheek. Maybe it was his scent that affected had a nice nose but I didn't spend me this way, made me want to reach a hand out and let him like a prized stallion; praise him. This close to him I could see his skin was a very nice russet brown, smooth. His lips, I noticed, looked extremely kissable. The bottom lip was a bit bigger; perfect for grabbing between your teeth and giving a little nibble. I realized my lip was now between my teeth so I decided it was time to move my eyes on up. He had a nice nose but I didn't spend much time looking at his booger maker. Truth be told-I might have if the molten steel with the very lightest touch of blue in his eyes hadn't caught my attention. I was transfixed. And his hair; Caeamel and butterscotch. He was about 30 I guessed.