"Apparitions are not the dead called to life, but merely imprints of their old selves, Summoned for a set time to pass on a message of a spirit. A particularly strong one might even manage to portray whole days before its death, and refuse to accept the fact that they have passed on. However, they eventually disappear, either by their own will or that of the Summoner, and, called again, they shall display the same scenes all over again, exhibiting everything with the same words and feelings.”
Lesander E. Leise
Advance Study to Necromancy
Two policemen splattered on the walls, thank you very much, with blood everywhere, and only because the suspect had been unshackled.
Having pressed, after two tries, the bright green button, I heard Andrei’s voice.
Apparitions are not the dead called to life, but merely imprints of their old selves, Summoned for a set time to pass on a message of a spirit. A particularly strong one might even manage to portray whole days before its death, and refuse to accept the fact that they have passed on. However, they eventually disappear, either by their own will or that of the Summoner, and, called again, they shall display the same scenes all over again, exhibiting everything with the same words and feelings.”
Lesander E. Leise
Advance Study to Necromancy
Two policemen splattered on the walls, thank you very much, with blood everywhere, and only because the suspect had been unshackled.
A window even shattered, letting snow hurl into the bus, and panic erupted among my unfortunate passengers.
My hands shook, I was so angry, and as they did, the knives strapped against my wrists fidgeted uncomfortably.
Most likelz the idiot girl called it herself, wanting to spook her parents a bit –she has the tiniest amount of witch blood in her veins, just enough to make a Summoning.”
“Do you have any idea how much money Arthur Wilkins will inherit?” Now, that was an interesting question, spoken right after a supposedly confirmed information of Arthur’s murder. “And just how big is your fee, Ms. Larens?” Insolence, but it did wonders to my morale, and so I gave the numbers. He goggled.
“Are demons really going to take over the world?” asked one particularly bright woman, and the man that accompanied snapped a picture right in front of my face and my red, red, nose. As the camera kept zooming on me, I asked her who she was reporting for. “STV,” she said, looking absolutely thrilled. Well, so would have I if I were not I, and had a chance to talk to myself, no fake modesty included. I was New York’s best Exorcist, and believe me, it was not easy to live up to my reputation.
“Lissie!” Carla’s image cut through my thoughts.
My car had refused to budge, with Al, my next door neighbor – my only, rarely sober neighbor, since I lived on the edge of the suburbs – muttering incoherently under his breath of something being frozen under the mask. He then wandered of, whistling a merry tune, leaving me knowing not what was frozen, but the consequences of it being turned into an icicle: I had to walk my high heeled self to the bus stop.
“No!” I breathed into the mouthpiece after just five seconds.
"Norman Whitman?” I asked hopefully, but received a negative answer
“Tell him that if he screws up my case, I’ll give him living hell! Tell him not to dare screw up my case! Tell him that I’ll have Andrei eat him!”
For a moment I felt warmth spread in my stomach, hearing his concern – but then I remembered the topic of our conversation.
Come and tag Lissie Larens for awhile, we guarantee you won’t loose your precious time.
It wasn’t official yet, me and Andrei, but it soon will be.
Waking up the next morning, though, with him beside me – that I did.
I lost precious second rummaging in my bag again before triumphantly pulling out a mirror.
I frowned at my awfully red nose, but being the sensible person I was, I knew nothing could be done about that.
The assaulted me from all sides.
“Well, missy, this time you’ve gone too far! Come back home this late – and, what? What did you say? Listen here, I am your father, and you live in my house, and-
Perhaps my thoughts we visibly scribbled over my face
“Larens,” he barked, tense already.
Her eyes widened and she stared and stared at me, making choking sounds, and her lips trembled.
Her eyes turned black again, locking hers in mine, and she let out a growl, unbarring a set of pretty whit teeth, though with two longer ones protruding from the sides.