💃 DEANNA 💃
Devils and angels
💃 Author Viola 💃
💃 Episode 11 💃
{Will you still love me.. when you’ve met my demons?}
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Deanna opened her eyes and found herself in a big, empty room. The walls were made of mirrors and she could see her reflection everywhere she turned. Footsteps whispered across the room and she whirled around but there was no one. The only sound heard in the room was her heart thumping in her che-st.
Suddenly, the mirrors started rattling with a sound of popcorn. The rattling was louder and louder and Deanna’s heart was threatening to jump out of her che-st. She cried loudly, it was as if the room were caught in a earthquake.
“St©p! St©p!” skrie-ked Deanna, her hands over her ears
“Deanna!!!”
She heard a voice cry out
“Deanna!!!”
“Who’s there?” Deanna asked. Her heart was racing
“Help me!” The voice shouted and Moira appeared in the mirror
“Moira?!” Deanna tried running to the mirror but she couldn’t move. “Moira?!” she shouted over the loud rattling
“Help me!” Shouted Moira, hitting the mirror. She was looking for a way to come out of the mirror.
“Moira! Am coming” Deanna shouted and tried moving but couldn’t. A strong f0rç£ gr!pp£dher and held her stationary to a place.
For a moment Moira’s voice was clear, but it was broken up by a bad long-distance connection.
“Deanna listen to me… It’s important… They’re destroying… Would happen if you don’t st©p them… Help me and…” Deanna missed some words “… You have to meet… As soon as you can” Moira’s voice was fading
Deanna struggled to free herself but couldn’t move. “Moira, I can’t hear you! Moira!”
“He’s hear” skrie-ked Moira and a shadow appeared in the mirror. He was very tall and he wore a thre-adba-re raincoat. Dirty and tattered. Directly above the room, thun-der exploded. Deanna jumped violently as the figure in the mirror gr@bb£d Moira’s hand.
“… Make sure you find her… The only way… Avoid….”
“Moira?! Moira!?” Deanna couldn’t hear Moira’s voice again as Moira vanished with the shadow.
Then all the noise st©pped. The room was still. The mirrors st©pped rattling.
“Moira?!” The f0rç£ left Deanna and she ran to the mirror. There was no Moira, just her reflection staring back at her. Everything started melting. The mirrors started shattering. And next, Deanna found herself in her room.
The first thing that c@m£ into her head was Moira. Deanna dashed out of her room to Moira’s room. Moira was lying the same way she had been lying for the past two days.
“Oh! Moira!” Deanna broke down in tears and took Moira’s hand in hers “Am going to find a way to help you.. I promise”
SPARKLES HIGH SCHOOL 🏫
Stefan was walking in the field when Deanna sighted him and called him.
“Stefan?!”
He whirled around to see Deanna waving at him.
“Stefan?! Come over!”
Stefan walked to her direction and met her clean the laboratory window.
“Hi!” he greeted
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you” Deanna said and st©pped cleaning the window
“Is it about Moira?”
“There’s more” Deanna replied “I’ve been having weird dreams lately and you’re the only one I can talk to about it”
Stefan took off his school bag and sat on a chair “Tell me”
“It’s strange and it all started when after I woke up from my two weeks sleep. I’ve been hearing a voice saying ‘I’m your god’ and it’s so creepy cause it always comes in my dream. And my dreams are so scary.. f0rç£s holding me, hands gr-abbing me, footsteps everywhere…” Deanna paused to observer Stefan. The look on his face didn’t show that he was un-derstanding a thing “I know it sounds absurd but you’ve gat to believe it”
“I believe you” Stefan blurted out
“You do?”
“Yeah” Stefan nodded “I’ve always being wondering the possibility of everything that has been happening. You falling into a two week sleep, Moira falling into almost the same sleep except she’s all way. None of these seemed ordinary to me”
“Thanks for believing me. I thought I was in this alone”
“In certain situations, someb©dy might find your sarcasm attrac-tive, naiveness sweet, or your strange nightmare creepy.. But I do believe you”
Deanna smiled “I had a strange nightmare last night”
“Go on and tell me”
“I found myself in a big, empty room….” Deanna went on to tell him everything about her dream and when she was done, she said “That’s all I can remember
“Wow!” Stefan simply mouthed “That’s so.. Weird.. So creepy.. I don’t even know what to say”
“Am so confused. I’ve got to help Moira”
“The question is, who does she want us to find?”
“She must’ve mentioned it but it wasn’t clear enough. I missed so many words”
Stefan let out his breath slowly “Whoever is tormenting her, knows us here”
“I couldn’t recognize whose shadow it was but Moira must know”
“Wow!” Stefan smiled
“It’s just like in the movies”
“I wish it were in a movie or a story someone is re-ading and we’re just characters. This is really too much for me”
Stefan took her palm into his large palms “It’s alright.. We’re in this together”
LATER IN THE
AFTERNOON
Stefan sat behind his pc in his room after school that day. He was surfing the internet for a possible way to summon someone’s spirit. He hoped on summoning Moira if he found a way.
“what are you doing?” Damon walked into Stefan’s room and Stefan hurriedly closed the system
“Nothing”
“That’s suspicious” Damon said “You just closed the system and you say it’s nothing”
“Am searching a means to summon someone’s spirit”
“Whose spirit do you want to summon?”
“Just help me if you can”
Damon rolled his eyes “I can’t tell you if you won’t tell me”
Stefan opened his mouth to talk but a voice st©pped him.
“Am writing an article on communicating with the dead” he lied
“An Ouija Board is useful in getting message from the dead” Damon said
“It’s really about receiving message from the dead. It’s more like summoning spirits”
Damon shrugged “I dunno”
“Thanks anyway”
Damon turned and started walking out.
“Heard about your new personal maid” Stefan prompted when Damon got to the door
“Yeah! My nanny, Bonnie”
“Nanny?”
“That’s what she is”
Stefan chuckled and said “That’s alright”
“In case you don’t want to write on a Ouija Board then you could always use a trance
“A trance?”
“Maybe someone with psychic powers could go into a trance with whoever you want to communicate with”
“Psychic powers? This is more difficult than I thought” Stefan said
“It’s not all about an article right?”
“It is”
Damon laughed, he didn’t believe Stefan “Alright then.. See ya later”
“Wait!” Stefan prompted
“What again?”
“What if the person isn’t dead, would a trance also work?”
Stefan asked “Am writing for the to cases”
“It would, but you can also try a summoning spell. I think that would be easier and less dangerous”
“How do I perform a summoning spell?”
“Am not a magician so I don’t know” Damon replied “You’ll have to find a psychic.. Maybe someone who was descended from the ancient race of magic workers”
“Thanks for the information”
“You’re welcome” Damon said and walked out
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💃 DEANNA 💃
Devils and angels
💃 Author Viola 💃
💃 Episode 12 💃
{Will you still love me.. when you’ve met my demons?}
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Damon walked to his room and met Deanna pacing up and down in the corridor. He laughed and faked a frown as he walked up to her.
“Good aft….” Deanna was still greeting when Damon walked pas-s her into his room, totally ignoring her. Deanna sighed and made to follow him into the room when he intentionally ban-ged the door on her head. Deanna jumped back violently, shouting as she held her forehead.
Damon secretly laughed before opening the door in pretence. “I didn’t see you coming”
“I know” Deanna said sarcastically, still in pain
“Does it hurt?”
Deanna glared at him and said nothing.
“Come in” Damon held the door wi-de open and she walked in.
Deanna paused and said “I’ll get you tea” and she walked out. She took a long time before returning with a drinks cart.
“Make a choice” she said and pushed the cart to be-d
“What choice?”
“I made four cu-ps of coffee. Two h0t and two cold. Both Black and white. Same with the tea, so you got different options to choose from”
“But I don’t want any”
“Then what do you want?”
Damon looked at the drinks in the cart. There were different drinks in the cart and he wanted to mention a drink that wasn’t in the cart.
“Yogurt” he demanded
Deanna searched the cart and brou-ght out a carton of yogurt.
Damon frowned “I hate drinking from cartons”
“You want a cu-p?”
“I want a can yogurt” Damon replied, knowing fully well that there wasn’t a can yogurt
Deanna searched the cart and brou-ght out a coca cola can “Here” she proffered him with it
“I didn’t ask for coca cola”
“I know. It’s a coca cola can but I filled it with yogurt”
“Am not going to drink that”
Deanna replaced it in the drinks cart and asked “Are you trying to frustrate me?”
“Maybe or maybe not” Damon replied with a shrug
Deanna sighed and sat down on the floor cross legged “I bet you’re so rich that you don’t know how it feels to be poor” she said solemnly and a tear drop escaped her eyelid but she quic-kly wiped it “Being the president’s son, you don’t know what life is really about. You don’t pay bills, no debts, you’ve got everything you ask for. You think life is a be-d of roses and you don’t care about others” tears were alre-ady rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably “You fall sick, you have no money to go to the hospital. You can’t re-ad, you’ve got no money to go to school. You get hungry, you’ve got no money to eat.. you don’t un-derstand that right?” Deanna choked on her tears and coughed “And all I get is you trying to frustrate me”
Damon swallowed an invisible lump in his throat. He was moved by everything she said. “Am sorry”
“You’re not” Deanna laughed throu-gh her tears “You’re so arrogant and am gonna sma-ck you real ha-rd ”
Damon smiled “I just didn’t buy the idea of having a nanny”
“I also don’t buy the idea of you calling me your nanny”
Damon laughed and stretched out his hand for a handshake “Friends?”
Deanna smiled “Friends” but she didn’t shake him
“Why don’t you want to shake me?”
Deanna raised her palm and looked at it then back to Damon “I don’t want to get you dirty” she said
Damon gr@bb£d her hand her shook it “We’re friends. There’s no discrimination”
Deanna smiled “Alright”
After work, the driver drove Deanna home. And just like the previous night, he st©pped at a distance from the house, the same sp©t he had st©pped the previous night. Deanna alighted from the car and watched him drive off then she took off her wig and walked home. When she drew near the house, she sighted someone sitting on the fence. The first thing that c@m£ into her head was her creepy nightmares. She wondered who could be sitting on the first at such time. She got alarmed and her pulse ramped up. The person sitting on the fence turned to her direction and saw Deanna then he jumped down from the fence.
Deanna screamed and made to run but he ran to her and gr@bb£d her arm.
“It’s alright. It’s me.. Stefan”
That was when she calmed down “Stefan?!”
“Yeah! It’s me”
She looked into his face and he was really the one.
“I see your nightmares really got you scared now”
Deanna nodded “I thought it was a ghost or something”
“Where are you coming from?” Stefan asked and glanced at his wrist watch “It’s too late for a girl with scary nightmares to be out”
Deanna wanted to tell him about her job at the president’s mansion but her subconsciousness st©pped her.
“I was strolling down town to see if I could find a job vacancy” Deanna lied and she didn’t know why
“You shouldn’t have stayed out this long. Next time don’t stay out, be home before 7”
Deanna nodded “I will” then she asked “How long have you been here?”
“Maybe two hours of three.. I’ve been really worried and I couldn’t leave till you returned”
“How did you know I wasn’t in? Did you ask my aunt Vickie?”
“No.. I kind of knew and I don’t know how” Stefan replied with a grin
Deanna smiled back “Why are you smiling?” she asked
“I can’t help it. What about you? Why are you smiling?”
“Am smiling because you’re smiling?” Deanna laughed
“Let’s find somewhere to sit. There’s something we nee-d to talk about”
Deanna led Stefan to the backyard where there was a bench. They sat quiet in a corner so The Bruce wouldn’t know she had returned.
“So what is it you want us to talk about?” Deanna asked
“It’s about your nightmares. I was thinking we find a way to reach Moira so we can get the full message. That way, we’ll be able to help her?”
“How do we reach her?” Deanna asked
“Exactly what I’ve been researching on” Stefan said and brou-ght down his bag. He searched it and took out a notebook and a pen. “I c@m£ up with a way to reach people’s spirit.. When they’re not with you”
“How?”
“First and Ouija board. But we’re not going to try that cause Moira isn’t really dead” Stefan began “Then, I c@m£ up with a trance. But there’s no way any of us could go into a trance so I decided we try a summoning spell”
“Summoning spell?”
“Yeah” Stefan nodded
“First, we have to find a descendants from the ancient race of magic workers. Someone whose ancestors performed magic”
“How do we find that someone? It’s really rare”
“I’ve been browsing about that and I found three persons who are magic workers who don’t live far from Houston”
“so we’ll find them, and tell them to perform a summoning spell so we can summon Moira’s spirit and she tells us the message” Deanna stated rather than asked
“Exactly! But the issue is how to locate them”
“How? Thought you said they don’t live far from Houston?”
“They live around but I don’t know where in p@rticular”
Deanna sighed and ran her hands throu-gh her hair “What do we do now?”
Stefan let out his breath slowly “We’ll find any of the magic workers”
“We could use a trance”
“We can’t? The summoning spell is all we can do to get the full message and find out what Moira wants us to do”
“I just hope this works out”
“Speaking of Moira, can I see her?” Stefan asked
“I can sneak you in but Aunt Vickie can’t see you. She’s now scared of strangers”
“Do whatever you want, but let me in”
Deanna nodded “Hang around my window” she instructed and walked out. Deanna walked into the living room and met Bruce sitting on a couch with his head ducked in his palms
“Good evening Uncle”
“Good evening” Bruce replied, not taking a glance at her. Deanna walked into Moira’s room and didn’t see Vickie by the side of the be-d. She walked straight to the be-d and sat down.
“Moira?!” Deanna called c@r£ss!ngMoira’s cheek “I really didn’t get what you said”
Deanna smiled faintly and tears slid down her cheek. She quic-kly wiped the tears and walked to her room. Stefan was standing outside the window. She walked to the window and cranked open one of the side panels of the bay window and stepped back as Stefan put a hand on the sill and vaulted throu-gh.
“Thank you” Stefan said
Deanna laughed “For letting you sneak into my room?”
Stefan shrugged “Not every girl would do that”
“And not every guy is invited in”
“were you crying?” Stefan noticed the rings un-der her eyes
Deanna looked away “No”
“Sure? Don’t lie to me Deanna”
“I couldn’t help it. I got weak when I went to check on Moira”
“You have to be strong for Moira and st©p the crying thing”
“I’ll try”
“Now where’s Moira?”
“Come with me” Deanna said and started walking towards the door. Her hand went to the door knob and Stefan gr@bb£d her.
“What if someone sees me?” He prompted
“No will see you. Vickie has gone to sleep and Bruce won’t go to see Moira again. He has to keep a close eye on Vickie so she doesn’t do something stupid”
“Alright.. I get it now” Stefan nodded in un-derstanding.
Deanna opened the door and took a peek out. The coast was clear.
“Follow me” she signalled Stefan and led him to Moira’s room
“Oh God!” Stefan asked on seeing Moira “This can’t be real”
“That’s what I’ve always thought”
“How did she get all waxy and still? Where did her hair go? And why is she so grey?”
“Those are the same questions I ask myself” Deanna said and sat on the be-d “The poor girl is suffering”
“I wish we could raise her for a few minutes and ask her everything we nee-d to know about who’s tormenting her” Stefan said
“It’s just not possible”
Stefan crept closer to the be-d and squat “It’s a demonic attack. An evil spirit was here” he said and t©uçhed Moira’s forehead and Moira j£rked at his t©uçh.
“Did you see that?” Deanna’s eyes wi-de-ned in shock “She moved”
Stefan ran his hands down Moira’s b©dy and she j£rked at every t©uçh.
“The wax is melting” Deanna said excitedly and Stefan continued running his f!ngerson Moira’s b©dy. The wax melted and her skin turned normal.
“Her hair” Deanna said and Stefan t©uçhed Moira’s head. And just like magic, her long, thick blond hair grew back. Moira inhaled de-eply but didn’t open her eyes.
“How did you do that?” Deanna asked baffled
“I don’t know” Stefan replied. He had no idea that Francis was in him.
“Aunt Vickie?!” Deanna shouted
Stefan quic-kly drew Deanna back and covered her mouth with his palm “Don’t call anyone”
“Why?” Deanna slowly re-moved his hand from her mouth
“They can’t see me”
“But you just healed Moira. I have to tell them”
“There’s no guarantee that she’s going to wake up”
Deanna’s smile faded “Why?”
“Her soul is tra-pped remember?”
“But how did you do that? Are you a magician or something?”
“Am not a magician. I don’t even know how it happened”
Deanna glanced at Moira, she was lying like a slee-ping child. She looked normal.
“Moira?! Moira?!” Deanna called shaking Moira but there was no reply “Can’t you wake her?” she asked Stefan
“I would, if I could, but I can’t and am sorry”
Deanna bowed her head “It’s okay. You’ve done a lot. Thank you”
They returned to Deanna’s room and Deanna locked the door.
“You’ll go throu-gh the window right?” she asked Stefan
“I was wondering if I could spend the night here”
“Here?”
“Yeah! In your room”
“But why?”
“I want to be here when your nightmares start. I want to try going into your dream throu-gh you and see what’s really happening. I can’t fight what I don’t know”
Deanna let out her breath slowly. She was scared of what Vickie would do if she found out a guy spent the night in her room.
“You don’t have to worry Deanna, I’ll sleep on the couch. Am not a perv”
“That’s not it. I’m just sacred of Vickie”
“She’s not going to out. I promise”
Deanna sighed and glanced at the wall clock “It’s almost 11 O’clock let’s go to be-d”
“You go first.. I’ll stay awake for a little while to monitor every movement in the house”
“Alright” Deanna took her pajamas from the hanger and walked into the bathroom.
She had a h0t shower and walked out of the bathroom wearing her pajamas. Stefan was lying on the couch face up when she walked in.
“Stefan?!” she called and he looked at her “Come join me in the be-d”
“No. Am fine here”
“You’re not. The be-d is big enough for two”
“Am really fine”
Deanna frowned and walked to the couch. She gr@bb£d his two legs and started pu-lling him down.
Stefan laughed “Alright am getting up”
Deanna left him and he got up from the couch.
“You’ll never forget this childish character of yours” he laughed
They la-id on the be-d, both staring and the ceiling.
“I might not be able to stay up with you” Deanna yawned “Am so tired”
“Just sleep” Stefan said. Deanna rolled on her side and shut her eyes.
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Damon couldn’t st©p wondering why Stefan nee-ded a means to communicate with a spirit. He suddenly regretted giving Stefan clues. He wanted to find out what Stefan was up to.
Damon walked to his mirror and extended his index f!nger. A long claws grew from the f!nger. He carved a big circle in the mirror and blood dropped from the mirror.
Damon wiped the mirror with a white handkerchief and Stefan appeared in the mirror.
“What are you up to?” he asked Stefan. The mirror rattled and Stefan disappeared.
Damon rolled his eyes “Great! I can’t summon an angel”
He wiped the mirror again and Stefan and Deanna appeared. Everything that happened that night in Deanna’s house started displa-ying.
“He’s trying to free a tra-pped soul” Damon frowned “Courtney is behind this”
Damon watched till they went to Deanna’s room and la-id on her be-d.
“I’ll let you do anything Stefan but you can’t free a tra-pped soul” Damon said and varnished. He appeared in Deanna’s room and the duo were alre-ady asleep.
It’s show time.
TBC