Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 28, 2009 17:39:50 GMT -5
Chapter Fifteen – Identification
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When the doorbell rang, Hank excused himself and headed to the front door. He pulled open the door and chuckled at the sight of his cousin. As weird as it was to see his aunt in the body of his uncle, it amused him even more seeing his cousin in his aunt’s body. “Hi, Wyatt. Come in.”
Wyatt entered the house with a wry smile on his face. “You don’t know how good it feels to hear my own name,” he began checking himself at the sound his mother’s voice, “even if I still don’t hear my own voice.”
Hank smiled warmly as he closed the door behind Wyatt. “Come on. Our moms and my sisters are in the living room. It will be nice to have another guy in there.” He grinned even broadly. “Even if that guy does look like a woman.”
Wyatt reached out his hand and smacked his cousin.
Hank laughed. “How was Aunt Piper’s interview?”
“I managed,” Wyatt informed him as they walked down the hall.
“Did you hire someone?”
Not the question he wanted to answer. “Sort of. Can we change the subject?”
Unfortunately Hank wasn’t ready to get off the subject. “How do you sort of hire someone?”
“Trust me,” Wyatt confided. “It’s possible.”
When they reached the living room, Hank entered in front of Wyatt and stepped out of the way. He walked over to where his sisters were sitting and sat down.
Wyatt gave his mom a tentative smile. “Hi, Mom.”
“This kind of mirror I could do without,” Piper commented. “How’d it go?”
“I’ll tell you later,” he told her as he walked over to look at the book Alanna and Janice were perusing. “What’s this?”
“The workings of a deranged artist,” Piper teased.
Wyatt frowned and turned his questioning gaze toward his aunt.
Paige gave her sister a shove. “Be nice, Piper.”
“Have you learned anything useful?”
Piper sighed. “Not much. We are still trying to give a name to this demon.”
“Wait!” Paige exclaimed, startling everyone. “Alanna, turn that page back.”
Alanna shrugged and turned the page back and looked at the two images on the pages. Neither name sounded anything like what they were looking for. “I don’t get it.”
“Alanna, read the last paragraph on the first page.”
“All right.” She traced the page with her finger until she reached that paragraph and then she began reading. “This demon was said to get to his victims using the aid of another demon called a Sjelmikser. There is not much known about the Sjelmikser or Soul Mixer because once he attacks he never comes back. They appear to only have interest in causing confusion by switching around the bodies and powers of their victims, making them vulnerable to attack. Other demons such as this one then come in and attack before the victim can learn how to function as someone else.” Alanna looked up at her mother. “How did you know?”
Paige smiled. “Honey, everyone word and image in that book, I copied into there by hand. I may not remember immediately, but I know that book.”
Wyatt turned to Piper, a big grin on his face. “We’ve got our demon. Now, let’s find out how to reverse what he did.”