InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Jumper ❯ The Summoning ( Chapter 1 )

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AN: Hey! It's me! You don't know me yet, but you will. This is the first chapter of the first part of my first fic, but there is already a lot more to this fic, and others, if you will REVIEW!!, you will see. Don't care if they're signed. Don't care if they're flames. Don't care if you write …, and then send it. But THANK YOU THANK YOU Storyseeker for the great signed review, and I have, so here it is for you, since you were the ONLY person to review. I've added more and made some changes. Watch out- if you keep it up, you may have to become a guest star. Now read the fic!

Demona etched the last line of the pentagram into the floor of the room and set up the proper wards to keep the spirits she was about to summon from breaking free. Lifting an aged scrap of paper in her hand, she carefully read each word to herself before lighting the last few candles and beginning the summoning. (AN: Use your imagination and translate any words in all caps into Latin for me. I couldn't find a translator.) "MAGIC, BRING FORTH A SPIRIT! MAKE HER NOT OF THIS WORLD. A dense fog appeared above the pentagram, MAKE HER AS I AM, MAKE HER POWERFUL! LET HER BE LOYAL. LET HER HAVE A MIND, TO BE ABLE TO THINK AND ACT. GIVE HER A HEART LIKE-"

Boom!! Something crashed above her head and she dropped the spell. A group of quarrymen fell through the rotting ceiling of the abandoned home. One stood on top of the pile of rubble and stared at Demona in awe. "The Demon..." "None other," replied Demona, reaching for her magic book. Then the quarryman noticed the fog, which was spinning quickly and spitting lights and flashes of unknowable things. He ran forward, Demona diving after him, and managed to barely break the line of the protective pentagram, knocking over one of the candles and scraping the floor with the edge of his gun. The ball of fog burst with a blinding flash of light as Demona threw the quarryman aside. "No! You fool!" She muttered a few words in Latin and threw a cloth over where the pentagram had been, so that it covered a large lump on the floor. She was about to start after the quarryman again when the sound of the police entering the house came from the front of the warehouse. She gathered the edges of the cloth she had thrown and ran, with something large and heavy inside of it. Around the back of the building she threw the bag into an old shopping cart and slipped on a large hooded coat which covered her to the ankles and walked hunchedly in the other direction, toward her home, just another crazy old homeless woman.

She kept to the shadowed alleys and side streets as she made her way from the dirty slums of the lower city up and into the densely wooded hillside, following a winding dirt road until she came to her house. She had called earlier that week from a cell phone that had been dropped in the subway, completely untraceable to her, ordering groceries for the `reclusive authoress' who reputedly owned the house. She pushed her load into the garage and unlocked a door which led down to the basement. Hauling the bundle onto her back, Demona went down the stairs, depositing her burden on the concrete floor. She turned to the refrigerator to dig out something to eat when she heard a moan from behind her. She whirled, ready to fight, only to see the large bundle on the concrete shift. She backed away, ready to bold into the specially protected `bomb shelter', watching as the folds of cloth moved, sliding open to reveal a white taloned hand.

Is it a good beginning? Don't hate me because it's short. I'll update at three reviews. Cya!