It was supposed to be a normal day
Her mascara was running and Jess was way past point of caring.
It was supposed to be a normal day. She had forgotten the time that her other life was secret and unusual. She had forgotten that she was not like everyone else. She had forgotten to sleep with one eye opened.
Ten long years of peace and normalcy. Ten blissful years. Days after days after days of waking up to a mundane routine, of going to work, of doing groceries, of paying bills. She had even started to care about which celebrity was dating which other celebrity.
And then, out of the blue, the past shot out a long arm and dragged her back into the dark.
“You can’t walk away from what you’ve done.” It whispered.
“You can’t walk away from what you are.” It screamed.
Jess wanted to say that she had ‘reasons’. That somehow her needs justified her crimes, but really, no one cared. Once you’ve stolen something from someone, once you’ve hurt someone, lied to them, took from them, no one cared about your excuses.
And now the injured party caught up to her and demanded “justice”. They meant … vengeance.
She had no choice but to fight back.
“You. You are a vile thing. Release the vessel, demon.”
Demons cannot walk the Earth without a flesh container, and animals make boorish vehicles. But she had forgotten she was one.
“Leave me alone.” She growled. “I don’t want to have to harm another.”
But this man who had used to love the woman called ‘Jess’ was blinded by ten years of obsessive and righteous wrath. He was never going to listen to her.
“Don’t you put that on me, you wretch.” He spat, throwing some grotesque phrases in Latin that was an attack upon her. A string of powerful words designed to expel her from her coils. He had been prepared. He had studied and rehearsed and armed himself well. He roared with great anger.
But it was not her first rodeo.
Immediately, she made to harm the body she was riding in and the man stopped. One fraction of a second was plenty of time. When he was not armed with his holy babbling, she rushed at him and cut his arteries opened at his neck with a small switchblade knife she had in her purse.
The man’s eyes went wide with shock. Then his body fell with a thump upon the carpeted floor.
“Kyle.” A memory of her vessel’s. That was the name of the dead sack of meat. This body once had loved Kyle. When it was alive. Jess felt wetness on her face. Her eyes were crying. She laughed and wiped the tears away, ruining her mascara.
It was not time to be crying. This fool of a human being had now ruined this life. She had to move now. She had to leave her job, her apartment, her town.
It was supposed to be a normal day.
Quickly, she packed lightly and dragged her small luggage out on its wheels. The city at night ignored her running face and her dishevelled outfit. Bathed in neon lights and darkness, she walked through the throng of people enjoying their evening merriments.
Idly, she wondered if her favourite actor was going to tweet news about his upcoming rumoured movie as she disappeared amongst the crowd.
A demon within.