“You’ll be careful, won’t you?”
Demetrius nodded at his mother’s question. It’d been two years in the official capacity of guardian and she was no less inclined to worry.
In truth, that night would be one of the easier investigations. The original target was out of town on business but it presented the opportunity for him to gain some secondary information. If things got sticky, he didn’t suspect he’d have a difficult time making an escape and returning with backup.
“The first sign of trouble, you contact your sister, understood?”
He nodded again.
“It’s getting late, go.”
The boy shrunk inward, taking his form as a black cat. Tail high, he trotted from the house and out into the cool October air. He’d been to the target residence once before to canvas the area and knew he would need to move in through the second-floor balcony.
Demetrius rounded the house, listening to ensure the secondary-target was alone before scaling the tree and leaping over to the balcony. The action startled the girl, forcing her up from her previous slouch. She calmed with the realisation he was only a cat, sinking into her chair once more.
“Oh, you again,” she said.
On his last visit, he’d befriended the younger sister. A harmless stray had an easy time impressing an eight-year-old and he’d been given free rein of the little girl’s room. The results had been disappointing to say the least.
She was decidedly human.
The jury was still out on this one.
Demetrius sat back on his haunches watching her. Sapphire eyes bore themselves into the unsuspecting girl. She didn’t appear strong, nor did she appear quick but looks could be deceiving with that sort. She may have already discovered his true nature. It wasn’t easily hidden from those with the senses to detect such differences. She could already be planning her counter strike; there was little time to waste.
Demetrius stretched back into the form of a boy, an action that sent her scrambling from the chair and bolting for the safety of her bedroom. It was the first of many peculiarities.
The boy watched her shove pieces of furniture before the door—a futile effort if nothing else.
Curious.
“Dad!” she called. “Dad!”
Demetrius nudged gently at the door, testing the integrity of the shield she’d created for herself. Flimsy. Surely, she didn’t think it would be enough.
She pressed against the door on the other side of the room, not daring to take her eyes off him for more than a second.
“You can stop screaming; he went out,” he said. “Now, open up; hunting’s hard enough without a door standing in the way.”
“S-Stay away from me.”
“Look, we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. What’s say we start over? Name’s Kyle, I just moved into the neighbourhood and was looking to make some friends. You seem alright so I—”
“Go away!”
“Right.” There would be no civilised discourse.
Demetrius shattered the fragile sense of security she’d been clinging so desperately to with one effortless shove that saw the door opening. It made a dull cracking noise, breaking at both the lock and the hinge so that the left door now sagged noticeably. With an equal lack of effort, the boy nudged the pieces of furniture clear of his path. He turned then to the now busted door with an exasperated sigh.
“Shame. Didn’t have to come to that.” He shook his head, arms folded as he appraised the damage. “Not sure how you’ll explain it to your parents. It’s not exactly something duct tape will fix, y’know?” He hadn’t been trying to leave evidence of his visit and the broken door certainly complicated that.
Demetrius turned to her, deciding he would deal with the door another time. “Jamie, right?”
She remained silent, her eyes darting from place to place in search of an escape. Rather than lash out and confront the danger he presented, she looked ready to pass out.
“I’m Jason.”
His second introduction wasn’t enough to coax any words from her lips. Demetrius considered it an abundance of caution. Perhaps she’d been better prepped for such a situation than he’d first thought. A mother as careful as hers had been, it only made sense that she would proceed with the same level of carefulness.
“You’ve got a nice room; the bed looks comfy,” he said. “May I?”
Without waiting for a reply that wouldn’t be coming, he flopped front first onto her bed. The boy rolled over, losing himself in the softness of the sheets, and for a time, it appeared that he had forgotten anyone and everyone outside of himself and the memory foam that bowed to his every contour. It was the scent he was after and short of getting close enough to get a big whiff from her, the bed was the next best option.
“Alright, that’s enough of that.” He pulled himself up into a sitting position and his gaze locked on her once more. It was time to get to business. “Where’s your mother?”
“What…?”
“The woman who gave birth to you? Ring any bells?”
Jamie shook her head, trying to dispel the haze that had fallen over her. If she persisted in her reluctance to cooperate, he would have to employ more…assertive methods. It was something he’d rather avoid until he learned her true strength but it was becoming a greater certainty.
“Look, my boyfriend texted that he’s on his way,” she said. “He’ll be here any minute now so you’d better—”
“You don’t have a boyfriend,” he interjected. “Would you like to try another lie? I’d be happy to help you. Lemme just grabbed a pen and some paper.”
Demetrius launched off the bed and began making his way around her room, shuffling things about in his search for the stationery items.
“You’re messy, for a girl,” he said, organising as he went. When he got to her book bag, the boy pried it open and began his search anew. “Ah, here we go.” He sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes turning to her expectantly. “We’ve already got boyfriend that you don’t have being on his way…” He scribbled while he spoke, seeing the exercise as a means of breaking through the ice that kept her tight-lipped. “Hmm…we could add security cameras that your parents haven’t installed—your neighbour’s a policeman! I reckon most would be deterred by that one. You could threaten that just one scream would send him over here—conveniently this would be his night off so you’d be sure he was home. I like that one.” He went on scribbling, talking more to himself than her as he mused on about the different excuses that would send the average trespasser running.
Was there ever a more helpful and docile home invader?
“Are you going to kill me?” Jamie asked. That had never been the plan. Dead—especially if his lead turned out to be false—would bring about an avalanche of paperwork he’d never find the motivation to tackle. There would be an unnecessary number of questions and perhaps a bit of punishment he’d rather not endure. Demetrius gave a lazy shrug. “Only after we’ve had a bit of fun. Now, how do you feel about ‘my mother has someone regularly checking in with us while she’s gone; they’ll be calling any minute’?”In place of any response, Jamie felt around for the door knob. She had the wild sort of look in her eyes that told him she was set to run. In his experience, that was never a quiet affair and was often accompanied by screaming; loud…unnecessary…screaming.“Don’t,” he said. “I’d rather not on an empty stomach.”Heedless of his polite request, Jamie spun on her heels and yanked the door open. She darted through it without so much as a glance back to see that he was already on his feet
They moved quietly into the room, ghostly spectres with lithe movements that left them undetectable. Demetrius led the silent charge, his body low to the ground and his steps swallowed by the pads of his feet. This time, he’d taken along his mother and sister, hoping they might better help him decide. Jamie lay asleep, unaware of the visitors that had come to see her but Demetrius understood the need for extra caution. She hadn’t been sleeping much, not since the night they met. More often than not, she tossed and turned in a fretful half-sleep, stirred by the faintest of noises. “I dunno, Dem…” Cassidy said. She leaned in to get her own whiff of the girl. “What d’you think, mom?” Their mother placed a hand on Jamie’s forehead causing the girl to groan and stir. The three held their breaths, hoping she would soon fade back into disturbed sleep but Jamie’s eyes fluttered open. They widened comically at the sight o
The whispers swirled around the hall faster than he could walk. Barely a half hour within the building and there were very few who didn’t know that Demetrius Finley had once again graced the mere mortals with his presence. It’d been a busy weekend of implanting documents and memories to get himself back into the school system and he now owed a few too many favours for his liking but if he planned to move forward, he would need greater access to a certain teary-eyed wonder. “Demetrius?” The boy stopped, forcing his most accommodating smile. “Haley,” he said. His eyes twinkled with a delight he didn’t truly feel. “Been a while.” His former classmate skipped to close the final distance. “It’s been years. Shit. What happened? Were the rumours true?” “Tell me what they were and I’ll let you know.” Haley spared a conspiratorial glance about the hall before leaning in to fill him in. It had barely
“Where are you going?” Demetrius froze steps from the front door. He’d expected his mother would remain in the guard tower keeping his father company until the end of his shift. “Out to clear my head,” he said. “Are you alright?” Concern weighed her brows into a crease. “If school’s been too much, you don’t have to keep up with it. You can try again in another few decades when you don’t have so much on your plate.” He shook his head. “I made the choice and I don’t regret it. Just need a quick walk before I begin that calculus business. It gives me a headache.” His mother’s expression softened. “Demetrius…” “I’ll be back.” He hurried through the door before she could launch into a real interrogation. For the last week, he’d been intentionally elusive, seldom remaining home and seldom willing to have conversations with his family. It had to be done. For as good as he was at detecting lies, Cassidy could
The 8oz carton of milk slid across the lunch table, coming to a stop inches from his hand. Demetrius looked at the box, then the hand that had nudged it closer, and finally the reddening face of the girl who’d initiated the gesture. Jamie didn’t return his gaze, instead choosing to keep her eyes downcast while she waited for him to accept it. “Here.” Demetrius took the carton, turning it over as if he meant to read the label or its nutritional facts but in truth, it was the gesture itself that stumped him. Not only had she come to share a table with him of her own volition, Jamie had brought a gift…albeit a puzzling one. When she finally lifted her eyes, she caught the question in his. “For last night,” she said stiffly, returning her gaze to the box of milk. “Huh? Oh. Oh!” He lowered the box to the table. “Don’t worry about it. I’d never let you get eaten.” She blanched at his words, the colour from earlier retre
“Hey…hey, wake up.” Demetrius gently nudged Jamie, wanting to rouse her from the fretful sleep she’d managed to fall into. It had been the same each night; tossing, turning, the occasional outburst. Something followed her into her dreams when she slept, menacing her until she bolted awake in fright. He thought to ask her about her dreams, but that necessitated the admission he often stopped by to see her while she slept. He nudged harder, surprised at how deeply she’d fallen into sleep on such an occasion. “Huh…what…who is it?” Jamie rolled onto her back rubbing lazily at her eyes. “Get up; we’ve got work to do.” Jamie bolted upright, squinting into the dark room. It took her an extra moment for her eyes to adjust to the low light and yet another for them to dispel the last of the sleep that shrouded them, but he could see that she was now wide awake. “What are you doing here?” she whispered. Her voice was thick with the
“Daddy, can we keep them? Please?” Valerie clung to the pair of black and white cats, fixing her father with a desperate look. “Look at their little faces. I promise I’ll feed them and clean up after them. Please please please please!”Demetrius squirmed against the 8-year-old’s tightening grip, but Cassidy would not endure the abuse. She leapt from the girl’s arm, choosing instead to sit by her feet and mewl plaintively at the man standing between them and the next phase of the plan.“I dunno, Val…” he said. “You know how your mother feels about animals in the house.”“But please?” Valerie whined. “I know she won’t mind when she sees how cute they are.”“I’d still wanna talk to her about it first, sweetheart. When she gets back next week, we’ll circle back to this.”“But they could be dead
Jamie wasn’t sleeping. The phone call rattled her days after it had been made and it left her seeing shadows at every turn. Where before she was hesitant to have either himself or Cassidy sleepover to keep watch, it had become a requirement for her to remain calm when the hour grew dark and everyone else was off to sleep.They began taking turns, trying to minimise their absence at their own home but Demetrius knew his mother had grown suspicious. She’d become aware her children were hiding something but hadn’t yet decided it was a matter of urgency that she find out. They were fed, uninjured, and home often enough that she was willing to let them have a few secrets.He would keep it that way if he could help it.“Sun’s coming up,” he said, turning to the girl who’d spent the night by her study table. “You sure you didn’t want to try squeezing in an hour?”“What’s the use? I’m n