Halloween Hijack

"Argh! If this bastard rips my uniform I'm sooooooo going to sue somebody!" Brett cried out as he beat furiously at the wolf but even as he did so he felt a cold shiver go down his spine as the reality itself seemed to shift. It completely caught him off guard as the wolf managed to get his arm in it's jaw and clench down sending bolts of pain shot up his arm. He kicked the wolf a few times as the two of them toppled over and managed to free himself from it's grasp, his arm a little worse for the wear.

Picking himself up from the bits of broken glass on the floor Brett gasped as he watched the wolf slowly mutate to match it's surroundings, becoming a horrifying shade of what it once was. "Oooh, somebody needs a facial scrub stat!" Brett muttered under his breath while backing away from the creature and letting the other two handle it while he looked for something that could possibly kill the thing.

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Jez was grabbed and dragged in to a dark room before she even knew what hit her. Face to face with a talking giant werecat and a snarling wolf. Just when she thought things couldn't get any more impossible the book jumped right out of her hands to attack the wolf. Sucking it's life away and leaving a mummied body. The grimoire was back in her hands again in a matter of moments.

She found herself blinking at the werecat, licking blood off it's massive paws. It's form blocking her only route of escape. The book Jez held now wasn't being clung to as an after thought, but up in her hands like a shield. The thought crossed her mind that within it's pages could be something useful, but if she turned her back to the furry creature, she wouldn't possibly have a chance to find it!

"Wh-what the hell do you want from us...!" she shouted at the werecat first. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Her voice rose to a shrill scream, hoping desperately that someone else in the house was still alive to actually give her a hand!
 
Incessantly, Thrall followed the Master while wringing his grimy hands together in smothered ecstacy at the following site. The growls of the wolves played hungrily with his stomach, despite the fact that he just ate a meal not too long ago. The wringing of his hands turned into a torrent of shakes, so much that he gripped the Master and stalked forward, drooling. The anticipation was killing him-- he wanted out, just like the rest of the people in this house, but he wanted out for other reasons than anyone else. He wanted to feast, wanted to just eat and eat to his bottomless stomach's desire. Once he was free, he'd have no one to answer to, no one to tell him what to say what to do, who to eat or where to hide his hideous face. He would be free, and he would be allowed to do anything.


"Master! Thrall eat, yes!? Thrall hungry!"

As he spoke a giant pool of saliva came dribbling between the jagged edges of the trap which were his teeth, falling down his chin, and his chest, soaking part of his pants and finally the hardwood flooring. He gripped the master even more, dancing almost with anxiousness.

 
Drunk with hunger, she stumbled down the hallway toward the steps, sweat beading on her forehead and neck just from the struggle to stay somewhat in control of herself. She gripped the railing with both hands, knuckles white, the wood cracking under the pressure. There was already so much chaos that Kaliska didn't even know where to start. The promising group of food had been scattered and she could already smell the blood of someone freshly slaughtered. Her gaze passed over the scene, frantically searching for her first victim.

There was a girl being whisked away by that damn werecat, but Kaliska wasn't too disappointed since she favored the taste of boy over girl anyway. For a painful moment, she found herself unable to look away from the awesome sight that was 'Master'. Against her will, she became slightly subdued as she remembered her fear of that monster and of the things he'd made her do in order to become the beast she was now.

"H-hungry..." Kaliska whispered, tearing her gaze away again. And there he was, the perfect, tasty little morsel that had her mouth watering and her body shaking with excitement. He looked extremely delicious, from his perfect complexion to the uniform he wore. But he was in danger of being devoured by a wolf! A terrible, overwhelming sense of possession engulfed her and the railing she'd been gripping finally gave in to her strength and snapped. Clutching the large, jagged split of wood in one hand, she stomped down the steps with a furious expression on her otherwise pretty face.

She hadn't even come to a full stop before attacking, letting out an angry cry as she launched her makeshift weapon at the wolf. A hot wave of satisfaction surged over her when the wooden piece struck the wolf directly in the throat. For a brief few seconds she watched it writhe in pain, stumbling about wildly while wheezing in a sad attempt to breathe around the split of wood. And then she remembered her prey, whirling around at once to face him. "This way!" she told him, grabbing his wrist, heading back up the stairs and away from the chaos.
 
Will was dismayed to see Kaliska's face transformed from an expression of such touching tenderness to one of savage hunger. He always hated seing this change in her. It pained his everlasting earthbound soul to watch the kind young girl he had once known be replaced with the visage of a killer, or to be honest about what she now was, a monster. Will might have shed a tear just as she had if were able, but sadly this outlet of emotion was now forever lost to him. He watched as she left the room to seek her prey, a look of forlorn resignation and regret on his own faintly glowing face.

Ignoring the delusional creature that had barged in on them, not knowing where she had come from and not caring, he was about to disapparate once more, fading away to become a part of the spiritual fabric that made up the essence of the house, when suddenly he felt a change even more frightening than the one Kaliska had undergone take place throughout the mansion. Being a part of the house as he was, he felt it more deeply and keenly than any living person ever could. The mood of the house had suddenly shifted from the usual furtive and lurking sense of evil that typically permeated it to a roaring, ravenous thing of chaos that seemed destined to consume all within it. Will could barely manage to maintain his visible prescence there, so powerful was the evil that had been unleashed. Making his best effort to keep from losing himself in the insidiously pervasive will of the mansion, he vanished from the room as the walls and floor shifted to a hideously fleshy appearance.

He could sense the cry of mortal souls in danger, and their desperation moved him deep within his sould, wraith that he was. If only he could somehow help them. As a simple ghost, his influence over the physical world was limited, and there was very little he could do to get their attention, much less actually affect their circumstances. Still, there was something he could do, even though it might cause him to loose himself to the evil of the house. He might not have been as fearsome or powerful as some of the dreadful things that had now awakened in the house and were preying on the humans, but by tapping into the tainted energy of the Master and his minions, Will might be able to prevent harm from coming to at least one of their poor victims.

Reappearing in the room where Jez was cornered by the werecat, he silently hovered in the center of the room between the two of them. His spectral form warped along with his surroundings, his transparent body taking on a ragged, wounded appearance. The sockets where his eyes had once been were now deep black hollows, and his hair grew long and flapped menacingly as if whipped by a fierce wind. The floorboards beneath the werecat and Jez's feet shook under his influence, some popping loose and flipping over in mid-air. He stared without eyes at the cat-like creature as a rumbling noise resounded throughout the room.

"GO AWAY! LEAVE HER ALONE."
 
Brett was kicking and lashing out at the creature with flailing limbs mostly to no avail. He wasn't a fighter, he was a steward, a good steward but a steward none the less. He was almost certain this was going to be his death.

When the strange woman with quite apparent anger issues stormed her way down the stairs and chucked a hunk of banister right down the creature's throat, killing it, Brett was understandably impressed. "Damn miss lay-dee, you have got some serious skillsssss," He started to applaud when she seized his wrist and began marching him away from the corpse of whatever that wolf thing had become, "Listen, lady, you know I love me some strong empowered women but you are barkin' up the wrongest tree on the block, so I suggest you best let me go before I go all drag queen on your adorably dressed little ass, M'KAY?" Brett shouted, ending his statement with a head-weave z-snap combo before wrenching his hand free from the woman's grasp. "Now I've got to go checkie-poo on that girl that had almost as much sass as I do, but you just go ahead and look for the rest of the passengers like a good little girl, m'kay? Buh-bye now." He patted her shoulder as lightly as possible and made a break down the stairs, heading towards the hallway he had last seen Jez go down.

"My god that lady was KUH-RAY-ZEE!"
 
Thrall looked at The Master with feverish angst, his eyelids peeling upwards as he tried his best to create a pitiful expression. It didn't work quite as well as he imagined, and instead only continued to drool past the half-meek and half-greedy smirk. He tugged on the Master's sleeve, only to have his hand swatted away angrily. In reaction, that expression he had previously quickly turned into a sulking mess only to rebound with persistance at the smell of carnage.

The Master must have been greatly exasperated by Thrall's behavior, for he shoo'd him away to find something else to do instead of taunting the people and wolves before them. Disheartened, the cretin sulked off at the obvious denial of flesh that was just oh so ready for the picking. He wandered throughout the house, muttering things like that he'd never have fun when Master is around, or that he was just a mean man who doesn't know his uses.

As he stalked around the house lazily, and to some degree, bored, he shuffled towards the front of the house, wanting to at least test the boundaries that seemed to break. However, to his surprise, and his gluttony, there was a tastey morsel standing near the foryer.

"Oooooh!! Hehehe... He look yummy!"

Quietly, Thrall attempted to stalk towards the hipster, cracking his jaw. The sound reverberated along the house, sounding like bones splitting and grinding down into each other as he let his mandible hang. As he lurched forward, it swung precariously with his tongue licking all over the blood-rust from his previous meal.

It wasn't long that the future meal saw Thrall and darted towards the darkened hallway in vain attempt to get away. Hunger became its own instinct for Thrall, and he ran after the man, using both his hands and his legs to chase the man like some demented animal. He growled and snorted, leaving deep scratches into the floor from his nails.

"Where you going!? THRALL JUST WANT TO EAT YOU!"

Thrall's pupils were no longer there, but instead a tiny speck of mania as he thoroughly enjoyed his fun. He took great delight when Harry was cornered in the end of the hallway, no where to run to. One step, two steps, three steps... and Thrall slowly closed in on his prey.

In a vain attempt, Harry tried to run past Thrall who then snatched him by his left leg using his mouth and shattered the bones. Playfully, the body was tossed up in the air, and caught by a different limb-- this time the man's right arm. Harry was shaken violently, severing his arm by the joint, leaving a massive pool of blood. Disregarding the blood, Thrall launched forward and pounced upon the body, snatching him up by his waist and tumbled forward. The screams of his victim delighted his ears, but annoyed him to a point. Keeping the body in his mouth, he layed back and brought both his legs to the head of the body and gripped as best he could. With a swift yank, the head popped off with a delightful trail of sinew, muscle and fat. The body jerked a quick few times, then remained lifeless.

Keeping the body in his mouth, Thrall grabbed the limb and the fleshy tendrils of the head to bring to his Master happily.




 
A meal had never garnished so much sass before! A series of emotions fell over Kaliska, forced to listen to the young flight attendant's dramatic little speech: surprise, confusion, amusement, annoyance, and of course anger when the man broke free of her grasp. It wasn't just his mouth that was fast, but his feet too, barely giving her a chance to make a grab for him before he'd sped down the stairs and out of her reach. "What...the...?" she mouthed, watching the man's retreating back with what was probably a humorous expression. The sounds of the events happening around the house brought her back to reality and she stomped the floor like a child having a tantrum. She could feel her frustration level rising and it wouldn't be long before it overflowed and turned her rabid!

It was then that she heard a door behind her close and without a second thought, she whirled around, glaring down the hallway at the sound. A man had just emerged from one of the side rooms and was now opening the door to the bathroom. That frustration boiling Kaliska's blood joined hands with her hunger, making her mouth water. Moving on silent feet, though probably not necessary with all of the noise in the house, the predator strode directly for her prey. As she passed one of the little hall tables decorated with vases and the like, she scooped up a candlestick. With a fluid motion, she spun the blunt object in her hand and brought it swinging down on the man's head.

Giggling with glee, the wendigo had a skip in her step as she dragged her catch down the hall by his leg and into her room. With the same treatment, or probably less, as a sack of potatoes, Kaliska lifted the unconscious man and dropped him onto her bed then stood back to admire her meal. "So handsome~" she purred, talking to him as if he were actually listening. "A perfect build, though it's a shame about those tattoos. I'll have to eat around them. You should feel bad about making this difficult."

She paused, tilting her head to the side, her hair falling like a silk curtain around her neck. He'd wake up soon, if not when she began to feast. But she had a solution for that and she pivoted on her heel to act on that idea, throwing open the door to the closet. The lamp overhead splashed light into the formerly enclosed space, giving a soft orange tinge to the skeleton sitting upright on the floor. The way the light shone, it created black splotches where the bones were dented, little pockmarks made from teeth. Pictures and ornaments of sentimental value decorated the wall in which the skeleton sat propped. Dried flowers crackled under Kaliska's feet as she stepped into the closet and crouched in front of the lifeless remnants of her first meal as a wendigo. "Hello Will. I've brought you some company..." She grinned wickedly, her eyes growing glazed with slight insanity. She popped back up to her full height to grab some rope from the shelf.

Kicking the door closed again, she hummed a tune as she swayed and danced her way over to the bed to begin the tedious work of stripping and binding her victim to the bed posts. "Don't need this~" she sang, yanking off a set of dog tags, pausing to read the name. "Clarence Mayfair?" The name made her giggle so much it brought tears to her eyes. With a sigh and a smile, she tossed the tags with the man's clothes; a leather jacket and jeans among the pile. Right about then, 'Clarence' began to stir. Then panic. Seeing his feeble attempt to escape his bonds jumpstarted Kaliska's heartrate. Blood pumped in her ears, her heart thrashed wildly against her ribcage. "Yes..." He looked like a rabbit caught in a trap. Her pupils dilated. "Yes!" Her fingernails grew sharp, her skin ashen and transparent enough to see vile black veins below.

With a psychotic laugh she straddled the man's waist and sunk her sharpened teeth deep into his arm. Blood, hot and metallic coated her tongue and she dug in deeper with her teeth. Feeling Clarence's flesh peel back in her mouth's grasp like a dull knife through raw steak, the irreplaceable sound of tendons snapping and muscle tissue tearing...

Euphoric.

Practically orgasmic.

She shuddered as she chewed, eyes closed, face upturned with great droplets of blood trickling crooked trails down her chin and neck, staining her shirt. And, oh, the screams that filled the room! They only fueled her hunger. They only made the moment all the more pleasant for her. With the viciousness of a wild animal, Kaliska dropped back down to continue eating, a happy little smile on her crimson lips as the man screamed until his very last breath.
 
The werecat let out a maniac laugh, short and hissy, as he showed off his sharp teeth. He quickly changed his voice tone, trying to mimic the girl's, only to mock her.

''Wh-What-The-Hell-Do-You-You-Wan-Want-From-Usssss...?'' he said, holding his paws in the air as if he was also trying to shield himself with an invisible book. He grinned, and flicked his tail; he was obviously excited. ''Why. No need to ffear, ssweetesst....'' the beast continued, now with his accustomed evil tone. He stepped forward. ''...I'm jussst a kitten.''

He took another step, always staring at Jez, and grinned with his most wicked grin.

Suddenly, and quick as lightning, the werecat snarled and leapt forwards, lashing at her with his claws. It didn't inflict much damage; just enough to throw her to the floor and scratch her superficially. He just wanted to play... he would toy with her until she begged him to stop. And he wouldn't stop, of course not. At least, those were his plans.

''Oooowww....I'm just a kitten. I just want to play.'', the beast said in a cold tone, his grin dissappearing completely. ''Let me help you... play with me!'' He took the teenager by her hair and lifted her up, staring at her with pure hatred. He then looked at the Grimoire.

''Why? Is this book more fun than me? WHY DON'T YOU READ US A STORY, THEN?'' he asked, as he hurled her away. He was ready to srtike her again, when a sudden appereance took him by surprise. A wraith appeared inbetween him and the girl, and stared back at him with an empty gaze.

''GO AWAY! LEAVE HER ALONE!'' the spectre said, loudly, as the floor and the walls started to shift under his influence.

That might have scared a human, or at least most rational beings. But the werecat was insane.
He just laughed. He was amused. He laughed again. He roared at the wraith, enraged; and inmediately he laughed again, in his insanely happy way.
 

While the wraith had suddenly come out of nowhere to aid Jez, the Grimoire used the distraction to suddenly flip itself open to a certain page. One glance at the spell it contained would reveal this was not a happy coincidence. Inscribed on the page were Latin and English words, the English words basically explaining what the Latin incantations could cause in the world. For this reason, what the spell on this page allowed for could help out in more ways than one:

Possession.

Speaking the incantation would give the conjurer the power to have anyone they pointed at possessed by a spirit. It would not only remove the Werecat as a threat. . . it would also give Will the Wraith a chance to have some real influence in the physical realm. But it only worked once per recitation of the cursed words. In addition the book demanded fair compensation for such an act according to what was written on the page. For this particular miracle it wanted blood. Just a few drops of blood smeared onto the pages. Should Jez decide to go through with it she would find that the blood soaked right into the pages and vanished as though the Grimoire were a sponge.

Or some supernatural tampon.

If Jez seemed to hesitate too much however. . . the Grimoire would flip about fifteen pages further to reveal a mind control spell. For an entire night it would place the victim under the conjurer's command. An obedient slave that would even give it's life for the master. But then again there was always a price. . . and the price for obedience was rather steep given the current circumstances. Jez would have to get hair or fur of the being she wanted under her command and hold it in her hand while she spoke the cursed words of THIS spell aloud.
 
In the lobby the Master watched as Harry was run down and dismembered by Thrall and as Clash was dragged upstairs to be devoured by Kaliska. With Jez and Brett being dealt with in the library, that left only one human... one sobbing.. voluptuous human... nestled in terror in the corner of the lobby.

The demon extended one hand, and with a violent jolt Ricka was wrenched into the air. Weightlessly, she was propelled across the lobby and her scream was taken up by the chorus of souls trapped within the walls. It ended with a choking sound as she landed in the Master's grasp. He held her there, by the throat, thrashing and spluttering, whilst his other hand ripped through her shirt. He pulled away the fabric and severed the bra wire, watching her breasts fall loose to heave and tremble with the motions of her body.

Then he plunged his hand between them, punching through flesh, sinew and ribcage, locating the heart in an instant and closing his hand around it. Ricka gave a final gasp as her heart was torn out and held before her failing eyes. With a final jerk she was dead and the Master dropped her, leaving her to the wolves as he turned and devoured the heart.

"MY STRENGTH IS RESTORED. AND MY CARRIAGE AWAITS"

Every window in the house exploded - the glass shattering upon itself in suicidal frenzy. Then the door swung open and the Master swept out into the night, an entourage of wraiths and hounds behind him. With each step the grass withered beneath his feet and leaves fell from the trees. Worms and insects wriggled out of the soil and bark began to bleed.

He was heading into the forest... towards the plane where the wolves had cornered the other passengers.
 
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