Page 42 of Fiends and Familiars
I bit back a grin of my own. “Maybe.”
“Awesome.” Babylon clapped her hands together. “Now that Addy has a boyfriend—but only when she feels like it—let’s all go over and see who else came through the maze with their flags still attached.”
Maze. Shit.
“Wait!” I reached out and grabbed Lonnie’s arm. “There was another demon in the corn maze who was trying to grab me and…I don’t know, abduct me and hold me ransom for my squirrel or something.”
“He’d have done worse than that.” Ty’s scowled.
“He might still be in there.” I glanced back at the maze. Suddenly the screams and shrieks coming from the rustling corn took on a note of actual terror. A zombie ran from the exit, shouting “monster,” and I instantly knew it wasn’t an act.
The corn started to topple, and not one, but three demons crashed out of the maze. They were over seven feet tall, red skin stretched over muscles a professional weightlifter would envy, huge ebony horns curling up from their foreheads.
Ty planted his feet. “Stay back,” he commanded.
I wasn’t sure if he was including me in that edict, but it didn’t matter because I’d never been a witch to avoid a fight—or obey orders. Once more I reached out my awareness, calling all the field mice, the fox, a raccoon who was raiding a nearby garbage can, and about a thousand beetles.
The beetles got there first, swarming up the legs of the demons, biting and pinching. The demons ignored the attack, grabbing at the humans. One picked up a picnic table and tossed it into the bonfire, scattering burning logs and embers all over the ground.
The whole place was going to catch on fire. I hesitated, unsure whether I should continue to concentrate on my animal attacks that seemed to be ineffectual, or should find a fire extinguisher.
The ground rumbled beneath my feet and I fell to my knees, suddenly afraid that more demons were going to erupt from the bowels of the earth. What emerged from the dirt wasn’t demons, though, it was the dead.
Or undead, rather. Babylon stood with her head thrown back and arms outstretched. Her bright red hair whipped around her face in some wind none of the rest of us felt. Bones rose from the ground, connecting and assembling into skeletons of the animals they once were. I shivered, somewhat unnerved by my sister’s very creepy power. Bone birds took to the air, bone rats joining my mice in attacking the demons’ legs. My skin crawled as I saw actual zombies, far from shambling, join the fray. I briefly wondered how the owners felt about having their ancestors brought up from the family graveyard.
Ty was battling one of the demons. Fire rose from their skin, leaving trails of burning grass and corn stalks as they grappled and rolled. Their horns were locked, their bellows shaking the ground. Each swipe of their clawed hands left huge furrows that burned with flame rather than bled. Ty seemed to be getting the upper hand, but that still left two demons for Lonnie and me to manage with our magic.
“You take the one on the right and I’ll focus on the demon to the left,” she shouted to me. I watched as her zombies and skeletons swarmed the one demon. He tore them apart, but as soon as the parts hit the ground, they reassembled and renewed their attack.
Damn, my sister was scary.
Determined to be just as formidable, I pushed my awareness out as far as I could, bringing even more animals to the fight. The beetles completely covered the demon. Flame licked out from the wounds their bites caused, but none of the beetles seemed injured by the fire. The mice swarmed, biting and darting away before the fire could get them. Flocks of birds answered my renewed call—everything from barn swallows and mockingbirds to hawks and eagles. They swooped in, tearing into the demon with talons and beaks, swiftly evading his flailing, clawed hands. The demon stumbled around, blinded by the birds, overwhelmed by the other animals attacking him. With a roar he vanished and the beetles and mice fell to the ground.
I spun around, expecting to see the demon appear somewhere else and renew his attack. When I didn’t see him, I sent my animals over to help Lonnie. No sooner had they begun to crawl up the demon’s legs, than he vanished as well. I turned to Ty and saw him standing with empty arms, a perplexed expression on his face.
I ran to him and asked, “Where did they go?” reluctant to send my animal army away until I was sure the attackers weren’t about to jump us from another angle.
Ty’s eyes glowed like coals as he scanned the field and barnyard. “They’re gone. They’ve returned to hell.”
“Then we won!” I did a fist-pump, adrenaline still racing through my veins. I’d never battled demons before, and knowing that I’d helped defeat three of them gave me a heady feeling of power.
“We didn’t win.” He scowled. “They left.”
I eyed him, confused. “Yeah. They left because we won.”
He shook his head. “We were holding our own, but the fight was still balanced and could have gone either way. There was no reason for them to leave.”
“Unless.” My heart stuttered. “Unless they were here to just distract us. Maybe that Abraxas wasn’t trying to capture me after all.”
“Hewas.” Ty growled. “But Abraxas wasn’t one of the three demons fighting us here in the open. He’d tried to grab you in the corn maze, and when that didn’t work, he went with a plan B.”
I stared at him in horror, having a good suspicion what that plan B was.
“Come on.” Ty grabbed my hand and started to haul me toward the cars.
“Wait.” I yanked my hand free, looked around, and saw that Babylon was helping the others put out the fires. “Lonnie! I have to go home. Ty’s taking me.”
“Be safe,” she called out.
Rita was next to her, spraying a fire extinguisher. She paused and raised a hand to wave to me. “Best, most realistic zombie chaseever!” she called out. “I think you may have won. I’ll send your prize home with Lonnie.”
I waved back, then ran to keep up with Ty. It was so weird that the humans still thought this was all an elaborate production, with the pyrotechnics getting a little out of hand. But nothing about humans should surprise me.
But there was no time to wonder about humans or the fire or if Lonnie returned the zombies to their graves. I was pretty sure my house was under attack, and I didn’t know if even my best wards would manage to hold off Abraxas.
