Fan Fiction ❯ ShadowBaby ❯ Twist of Fate ( Chapter 9 )

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Anna yawned as she stretched her whole body to awaken to the new day that lay ahead for her. “I had a nice dream,” she yawned when she noticed John was still sitting next to her, “I think you were in it.”
John looked baffled and asked, “Why were you dreaming about me?”
“Don’t know,” she said as she hopped out of bed, “I think it had to do with me in danger or something and you saved me at the last minute. I can’t really remember it, but I can remember it was a great dream.”
“I know,” John smirked, “I didn’t have to calm you down once last night.”
Anna looked at him with confusion, but went right on back to talking about her dream. “Well anyways,” she said, “I was being held against my will and they were planning on killing me. Then you appeared in the nick of time and saved me…and then you…” He words cut short as her thoughts remembered what happened next. A blush feel upon her face as she fumbled around with her finders.
“Then I what?” John asked as he floated over beside her.
“Nothing,” Anna said, “I don’t remember.”
John shrugged it off and said, “Okay then.”
Anna still played the dream over and over in her head though. ‘I thought that,’ she thought as she began to brush her hair, ‘I can’t believe I thought about me and John…I mean he and I…’
Little did she know John was reading her thoughts. ‘Did what,’ he thought to himself.
Anna replayed her dream again and this time John got a front role seat. Anna blushed some more as she remembered what happened. It started out as a harmless dream. She was thanking John for saving her and said she was in his debt. John smirked at this scene and thought, ‘Even in her dreams she acts as my slave.’
Things started to turn though as she was suddenly transported to Paris. John’s eyebrows raised and he thought, ‘Paris, what is she dreaming Paris about.’ His question was soon answered as he saw himself appear before her and sweep her off her feet. ‘What the,’ he thought as his eyes widened form shock. Anna was wearing a beautiful red silk dress that cascaded on past her ankles. It had ruffles toward the bottom left side of the dress where a slit emerged and trailed all the way up to her knees. They were standing underneath the Eiffel Tower. It was pitch black outside and the entire tower was lit up with enchanting lights.
John saw himself push her up against the framework of the tower and kiss her passionately. Then he saw himself slide a hand up along her left leg and his other hand grasp her hair as he rubbed his thighs up against hers. Anna wrapped both of her arms around him and soon her legs were wrapped around his waist. John watched as the dream version of himself lifted Anna up. Her breasts were right at his head and he smirked. “You really do have nice breasts,” the dream version of John said before he slowly lifted Anna back down. Then he picked her up, bridal style and carried her all the way back to their hotel room. Where he happen to see the full extent of her breasts to his leisure.
Anna blushed feverishly as she shook her head and stuck out her tongue with bewilderment. “Yuck,” she muttered as she combed her hair.
A small chuckle came from John before he said, “If you think that was good, just wait until I get my real body back.”
Anna’s eyes widened with fright as she turned around and stuttered, “Huh.”
John cackled aloud, “You’re having wet dreams about me.”
Anna dropped her brush and snapped, “No I’m not.”
“Uh, huh,” John persisted, “I saw the whole thing.”
Anna blushed and snapped, “Well I can’t help it. I have fantasies every now and then. It’s all part of being normal you know.”
John smiled with glee as he said, “Yeah, but you’re having them about me. Face it you want my sexy body.”
“What body,” Anna snapped, “you’re just an annoying little brat. Like I would want to waste my virginity on you.”
“You’re a virgin,” John asked as his head tilted to the left.
Anna looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Yes, and there’s nothing wrong with it either.”
John smiled again and said, “Well no wander I never see you dating guys.”
“I don’t need a man in my life to make me happy.” Anna snapped as she picked her brush back up.
“Oh trust me,” John said, “you do.”
“Nope,” Anna stated as she placed the brush on top of the counter.
“Well why don’t you give me a ring AFTER you have lost your virginity, okay.”
Anna glared at him and said, “I don’t plan to be a whore. I’m waiting until I’m married or something. I don’t want to condemn myself to Hell just because I was horny at the time.”
John nodded his head and said, “Look on the bright side. If you do have sex with a complete stranger you’ll get to spend the rest of your after life being my faithful obedient servant. I have great benefits.”
Anna laughed, “Then I really would be in Hell.”
John frowned and said, “Oh come on. You’ll like serving me when you die.”
Anna scoffed to herself and walked back over to her bed. “Ahh,” she sighed as her body sank into the softness of the hotel’s beds. “So,” Anna muttered, “what about you?”
“What about me?” John asked as he sat down next to her.
“Are you a virgin,” Anna asked as she stared up at the ceiling.
“Nope,” john stated with a happy smile, “you might say I’m addicted to sex. Hell I still have it even now.”
“But how can you, you’re a ghost. Wait never mind I don’t want to know.” Anna moaned as she turned to face him.
John smirked with pride as he asked, “Why do you think all those fan girls you see are always so giddy?”
Anna frowned and said, “Ewww, you really are a pervert.”
John glanced down and said, “Hey at least I’m not just dreaming about it. I actually get off my lazy ass and find some every now and then. After all I’m still a man.”
Anna looked dazed as she muttered, “Well at least I’m not a whore.”
“True,” John stated as he shrunk down on the bed where his eyes were right in front of hers.
“What,” Anna asked with a small blush forming.
“John smiled mischievously as he said, “You really do have nice breasts.”
Anna nearly chocked on her tongue.
“And on a side note,” he said with a serious face, “I would have started to nip at your neck before I started on your breasts. You need to get your facts straight my dear.”
Anna’s eyes closed tightly as she tried not to cry.
John noticed her sudden mood swing and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Anna said as she thought, ‘That’s the first time anyone has ever complimented me and meant it. Even if it was my breasts, I still appreciate it.’
“You mean no one has complimented you before on how beautiful you look?” John asked as he scooted closer.
Anna’s eyes shot open and she stuttered, “You think I’m beautiful?”
John’s face didn’t seemed the least bit fazed as he said, “Well sure. You’re funny, and nice. You’re caring, compassionate, a hell of an artist, and your extremely intelligent. You’re a fast learner and my servants have developed an extreme fondness of you. Hell you even put up with me on a daily basis.”
Anna chuckled at the last bit and laughed, “But that doesn’t mean I’m beautiful.”
“The hell it don’t,” John snapped, “you’re internally beautiful, and whether you believe it or not you’re externally beautiful too.”
“No I’m not,” Anna pouted as she locked her eyes onto his, “I’m ugly and you know it.”
John slammed her back down into the bed while he leaned over her. His psychic chains were placed back on her like the day she first agreed to journey with him. “Shut up,” he yelled, “shut up for once and actually listen.”
Anna looked like she was going to cry again.
“You are beautiful, Anna, whether you believe it or not.” he said as his right hand gently trailed the outline of her face, “You have such sad looking eyes that would draw anyone to them. Like a moth to a flame. Your hair might not be thick, but it’s as soft as a newborn baby’s would be. Then there’s your skin, oh your pale delicate looking skin. It’s as if the wrong person touched it, it would shatter into a million pieces.
Anna blushed and asked, “Why are you saying such nice things about me?”
John slowly sat up and said, “Because you refuse to see the true beauty that you possess.” Then he hovered over to a corner in the small hotel room. His body swayed with boredom as he muttered to himself, “Man I can’t wait to get my body back. These compliments are wearing me thin on this woman.”
Anna glanced over at him before her hands began to tightly grip at the sheets. “Do you,” she stuttered, “do you think I will find someone who will love me for me?”
John swirled around and gave her a thumbs up sign. “Trust me,” he said, “you’re one catch only a fool would pass up.”
Anna tilted her head towards the bed. Thin brown bangs covered over her eyes as she began to cry even more. She was about to say something bout her mouth quickly closed. ‘I wander,’ she though, ‘no, I shouldn’t think something like that.’
John was still reading her thoughts and pondered to himself, ‘What on earth is she talking about?’
“John,” Anna stuttered, “what do you plan to do to me…once you regain your body?”
John looked perplexed.
“Do you plan to kill me,” Anna asked with more tears on the verge of falling.
You know,” he said, “I never really thought about you. Hell I don’t really have this whole thing planed out.”
Anna looked relieved as she said, “Well that’s a relief.”
“I could,” John stated, “kill you.”
Anna jumped with fright. The thought of her death played several images in her mind.
“Or,” he interjected, “I could make you a devoted servant and you could serve me for all eternity. This life and the nest.”
“Wow,” Anna scoffed, “what a choice. Death or an eternity to damnation. Hmm, this is a hard one, I’ll have to think about it.”
John looked displeased. “Or,” he interrupted, “I could…no.”
“Could what?” Anna asked as she scouted closer towards him.
“Well you’re not to fond of the idea of dying, or serving me for the rest of you life…I couldn’t just leave you be. You know to much. I could make you a personal spy.”
Anna’s eyes lit up. “A spy,” she gasped, “like with high tech weapons and gizmos beyond my wildest dreams?”
“Whoa now,” John said as he raised his hands up, “I don’t know about all that. You will be eavesdropping on all my enemies though. I will need someone they can’t detect easily and find out what they are planning. You will also be in my protection still once you become my spy. I don’t take to kindly to those who try and harm my servants.”
Anna’s eyes lit up even more. ‘I’ll still be able to keep in touch with him,’ she thought, ‘oh how luck is on my side.’
“Well,” John pondered.
“I’ll do it,” Anna yelped as she jumped up and down on her bed.
John looked relieved as he thought, ‘I’m such a genius. I couldn’t afford to lose her psychic ability. If those other freaks got a hold of her power…they might be able to stop me from being reborn.’
Anna was as giddy as a school girl. “I’m going to be a super spy,” she giggled as she jumped up and started to bounce even higher on her bed.
John was about to yell at her to shut up when Andrea appeared.
“My lord,” she said with a bow, “I have a message to you from General Cutis.”
“I’m listening,” John said as he floated over to Anna to try and calm her down.
“He said he has sensed great spiritual forces afoot. You were not the only demon that broke free from imprisonment in Hell. He has seen several demons floating around Memories Grove. General Curtis also sends his regrets in not locating your body yet. He wanted to give you the more crucial details over at Apples Grave in Memorial Grove. He will be awaiting your arrival first thing in the morning. There will be refreshments awaiting Miss Anna. It will be a long drive, so I suggest you rest, Miss Anna.”
“Thank you Andrea,” John said as he dismissed her with his hand, “go back to reporting the gossip on the astral plan and inform me when there is any progress.”
“Yes my lord,” Andrea said as she faded from sight.
Anna looked over at John and innocently asked, “What if we never find your body?”
John glared at the spot Andrea once floated above and growled, “Then I would be stuck with you until you die, taking me back to Hell with you.”
“You don’t know if I’m going to Hell.” Anna whispered as she glared up at the ceiling.
“More then likely,” John muttered, “you will. Going to heaven is a harsh commitment to that blasted God of yours. He damned me since birth. No matter how much good I could do to repent…I would still be a lost soul.”
“Well maybe if you just ask for forgiveness, He’ll forgive you and let you live in peace.”
“No,” John snapped, “my mother was a banished angel, along with Hades, or as you people call him, Satan. We are damned souls from the minute we breath this wretched air.”
“I know about your mother,” Anna said, “but how come you will never speak about your father?”
John glared at her and snapped, “My family is none of your business. As far as I’m concerned I have no father!”
Anna cringed with fright as she clutched the blanket tighter. “Sorry,” she whispered, “I didn’t mean to trigger a painful memory.”
John sneered at her and said, “You did no such thing, and stop acting like a sniveling baby. I mean you’re a freaking vessel to one of the most powerful forces that ever walked this puny planet, so start acting like one.”
“Yes sir,” Anna mumbled as she sat up straight. She began to march soldier wise towards the bathroom and shut the door. John followed in pursuit and started to vent.
“You know what your problem is,” he yelled as he merged through the door.
Anna was in the midst of taking off her clothes. She gasped slightly and her t-shirt was placed in front of her breast as a barrier.
John hesitated for a minute before he continued, “You know what your problem is?”
“You,” Anna snapped as she took off the rest of her clothes and stepped into the small white bathtub to take a quick shower.
“No,” John snapped, “you have no stamina and no patience.”
“I put up with you don’t I,” Anna snickered as she turned the knobs and began her shower.
“Grrr,” John growled, “I mean you like to quick while you’re ahead. You always think before you leap. For Christ’s sakes you have what I call paralysis by analysis. Just like Melissa.” He muttered that last part to himself.
“Well excuse me,” Anna called out over the steamy mist that encircled her now, “excuse me for being careful. I’m not just going to jump off a cliff and sprout wings on the way down you know. I’m just one person out of 6,000,000,000. Why don’t you annoy someone else for a change.”
“That’s another thing,” John snapped, “you always mock me and treat me like a two year old.”
“Well,” Anna shouted, “I treat people the age they act. You my friend act like a spoiled brat; therefore, I will treat you like one.”
“I am a force to be wrecken with girl,” John snarled as he fazed into the shower right in front of her, “I suggest you learn your place before I teach it to you.”
Anna scoffed and began to lather up her hair. “You can’t hurt me,” she muttered, “the only thing you can do is try and frighten me. Pretty soon you won’t be able to do that.”
“Listen,” John hissed, “now is not the time to go all noble on me. There are a bunch of people searching for me.”
“What do I care,” Anna snapped, “it won’t effect me whatsoever. So maybe I should just hand you over to them.”
“Oh,” John said with a smile, “you think you can just waltz in there and ask them to kindly remove me from your body, huh? Just mosey on in and remove the pain in your neck. What do you think they will do to you?”
Anna thought about it and said, “They’ll remove you and I can get back to living like a normal person.”
“Wrong,” John said as he shook his finger, “they could remove me from you, but the consciences’ would be dyer.”
“Yeah right,” Anna scoffed as she cleaned out her ears.
“Don’t believe me,” he asked, “well be my guest. GO in there and tell them I’m inhabiting your body. You know what they’ll do? They’ll remove me alright, but in order to do that…they’ll have to kill you.”
Anna glanced up at him with shock. “You’re lying,” she snapped as she glared at him.
“You wish,” John scoffed, “the only way to completely destroy me would be to destroy the host. What do you think YOU are my dear. If you go to them, you’ve sealed your own fate. There will be no chance for you going back to normal…once you’re dead. Don’t worry though, I think you’ll make a fine servant for my mother. It’s so hard to find good help down in the pits of Hell nowadays.” He began to laugh uncontrollably as he saw Anna step back and fall flat on her butt.
“It’s not funny,” Anna cried out, “nothing about this whole journey is funny. I have been through much torment and much pain. Then you come along and make my life worse. I only agreed to help you so you wouldn’t kill Bob. Now I wish I never opened my big mouth. I wish you had killed him. I wish I never found that stupid book. I wish I never was adopted by that wretched couple. I wish my mother never abandoned me. I wish I was never born. Hell, I wish I NEVER MET YOU!” Anna started to cry uncontrollably as she wrapped her towel around herself and ran out of the bathroom.
John stood there unfazed by her sudden outburst. He looked a little stunned, but you couldn’t tell just by appearance. His eyes showed all the mischief that was going on in his head. ‘I have to find a way to blackmail her into doing my every command,’ he thought as he pondered up a plan.
“Andrea,” he called out.
Andrea appeared in front of him and huffed, “Yes my lord.”
“Find out everything you can about the night Anna was abandoned. Interview all the spirits, check all the archives at the library, do as much research as you can on the days following. I need to know everything I can about our little Anna’s past.”
“Yes my lord,” Andrea said with a bow before she disappeared.
‘Anna,’ John thought, ‘I will command over you. No one treats me like a child.’ A snarl placed on his face as he disappeared and reappeared in the living room. Anna wasn’t crying anymore. Her eyes were red and puffy though. John frowned as she ignored him for a good two hours before she sighed, “Look, I know we don’t see eye to eye, but level with me.”
John turned his head toward her and waited for her to continue.
“I’m not a social person alright. Growing up…was hard for me. I’m sorry if I take it out on you.” she said with her head looking down toward her feet, “I just, I don’t know. This whole journey seems like a waste of time. I’m, I guess I’m just pissed or something. Hell you might even say I’m jealous.”
“Jealous,” John questioned.
Anna nodded her head and said, “Uh, huh, I barely have any friends and yet you have a whole army awaiting your every command. I don’t want to do this, but I sold my soul to you the minute we started this stupid quest. Damn it John, why do you have to make this journey so difficult? Why do you feel the need to dictate over my every action?”
“I am your master,” John stated as he glanced away.
“Master,” Anna screamed, “I have no freaking master alright. I can’t believe I actually, uhhh!”
“Actually what,” John asked.
“Nothing,” Anna mumbled. ‘I can’t believe I actually thought that,’ she thought, ‘here I thought that after this whole stupid quest was over with he might change. Then he and I could…uh.’
John still looked perplexed. ‘Could what,’ he asked himself.
“My lord,” Andrea called as she fazed into the room.
“Andrea,” John acknowledged as he sat up, “I trust that you found something?”
“Yes,” Andrea stuttered as she motioned for him to step outside.
They both went outside, away form Anna and began to talk.
“What did you find out?” John asked with a worried gaze.
“I found a fellow follower that haunted the old house in which she use to live in as a baby. The old man told me there was much sorrow inside those four walls. The mother of Anna and Anna’s grandfather fought viciously almost every night. The mother of Anna’s mother was a drug addict and was always away. He also told me that Anna’s mother had a brother who moved out of there 15 years ago, after the tragic accidents that followed.”
“Accidents,” he asked, “what accidents?”
“Both of Anna’s grandparents killed themselves once they learned their only daughter had died from a drug overdose. You see Anna’s grandfather had tried to kill Anna when she was little. Anna’s mother saved her and as punishment, he kicked them both out of his house. When she turned up dead he blamed himself. Next thing anyone knows he makes headlines from going mad and shooting his brains out.”
“The damn soul,” John muttered, “all suicide attempts go straight to Hell. It takes a great amount of effort to contact them.”
“There is more,” Andrea said as she motioned towards the shadows, “the old man wished to report it to you personally.”
“Very well,” John said as an old feeble looking man emerged twisting his cap until it wrinkled.
“Forgive me if I stutter,” the old man stuttered, “I have never been before a noble man like yourself. I am beneath you and don’t deserve even to glance at you.”
John waved his hand in the air and said, “Tis, alright old man. You are indeed worthy enough. Please tell me your tale.”
The old man gulped before he started, “I had lived in that house all my life. Both human and afterlife. I saw much that went on. Some of which that would make even the toughest ghosts turn over in their grave. That house was a true gateway to Hell. Nothing but fistfights and damnation. I saw the whole thing.”
John nodded for him to continue.
“There was four of them,” he said, “they were called the Lowe’s. The one you possess, her mother was called Dena. She was a beautiful young lady; both in books and looks. She was always so careful and was the cleanest one in her whole family. Then one day she came home from a party. I sensed her pure aura was no more. It was tainted with darkness and the smell of burnt flesh lingered off of it.”
“Burnt flesh,” John asked with a confused stare.
“Yes my lord,” he stuttered, “a few weeks later she found out she was pregnant. All Hell broke lose. Her mother, Cara Lowe, wanted her to have an abortion. Her father, Hugh Lowe, called her a slut and disowned her. Her brother, Cory Lowe, was the only one who supported her. It was hard to see this nice young girl suffer.”
John nodded and asked, “Is that all?”
The old man shook his head. “No,” he said, “after she had the young baby a dark shadow enveloped the house. I felt more evil in it then I ever felt before. It came off of the child, my lord. When the stillness of the night came around I watched as a shadow lunged off of her and formed into a young gruff looking man. He would play with the child and take care of her while Dena slept. He called himself her father. I do not make this up my lord. The man was genuine.”
Andrea smirked and said with glee, “I knew she was a shadow baby.”
“There’s more,” the old man said, “several months passed before Dena’s foul father lost his mind. He found out how Dena had become pregnant, from the Rave party she went to, and took poor Anna out to bury her alive. That poor teenage mother rescued her in the nick of time. That’s when he banished her from his house. He told her he didn’t care what happened to her or her bastard child.”
John nodded and asked, “What became of the other two?”
The old man nodded and said, “When they heard that their daughter had died from and overdose, they grew mad my lord. Hugh shot himself in the head. The mother was the next to go. She also died from a drug overdose. What became of Cory, I don’t know. I believe he is still alive, my lord. Last I saw him he was boxing up his belongings and moving out of that blasted house.”
“Is that it?” John asked.
“Yes my lord,” he said as he bowed with respect.
“Then you will show me this house in which they all use to live in. Maybe the spirits of her dead grandparents still linger there.”
“They do not,” the old man said, “they damned themselves as they rejected God from their hearts. The both cursed God in vein before their deaths.”
“Damn,” John thought, “in order to speak to them I would have to pay a visit to mother. I don’t think that would be happening anytime soon either.” He paced back and forth.
“My lord,” Andrea said, “I have brought another servant to talk about her family.”
John stopped pacing and screamed, “Why didn’t you say so!”
Andrea bowed and said, “Forgive me my lord. I have found her recently deceased grandmother. She can inform you on her more thoroughly.”
An elderly looking woman with a gunshot wound in her heart stepped forth. “I heard from this young woman that you are seeking information on a young girl named Anna.”
“I am,” John stated as he stared at her with disbelief.
“I had a great-grandchild named Anna. She went missing along with my granddaughter Dena. They found my poor grandchild lying dead under a bridge, but they never found the baby. The police assumed she was drowned by her mother. I refused to believe it though. When I passed on I searched everywhere for my great-grandchild’s lost soul, but I couldn’t even sense the slightest sign of her.”
John nodded and said, “Go on.”
“I have come here today to see if my long lost great-grandchild is the one you are possessing. If it is indeed her I will assist you on everything you need to know.”
John smirked as he led the old lady towards the door. “Wait he said, “let me see if she’s asleep first. I can’t let her know about you.” He peeked his head in and noticed that she was indeed asleep. “Alright,” he said, “you may go in.”
Clair waltzed into the room. She peered down at Anna and gasped. “Anna,” she sighed as she reached out towards her, “my little Anna. I knew you were alive. You have your mother’s eyes, and her nose.”
“So this is your great-grandchild?” he asked with a smirk.
“Yes,” Clair nodded, “now I can tell you everything I know.”