“It could be because she moves around. If she’s actively roaming, it might be hard to see her,” I suggested.
“Yet we’ve encountered her twice,” Callum argued.
“And we’ve come from different directions,” I pointed out.
Callum opened his mouth, then closed it, and nodded. “Valid point.”
I hesitated whether to stay, but the Bronze Lady was waiting. She was a priority.
Connor
For the second night, the Bronze Lady was a bust. Nothing was happening with her at all. After we’d eaten, we began roaming the cemetery looking for the Lavender Lady. She didn’t want to be found, but when we headed into the oldest part, everything changed. It was adjacent to the Old Dutch Church Burial Grounds, although they were separate.
“What the hell?” I murmured, reaching into my pocket for my rosary beads.
“This just turned very dark,” Jack muttered beside me.
Our heads were on a swivel. The trees seemed twisted, although logically I knew they weren’t. There was a low mistcovering the ground, and the grass and flowers here were sparse and dead. There was a definite sense of someone watching.
I shivered because the eyes on me felt malevolent.
“There’s evil present,” Callum stated, and I wasn’t going to argue. There was certainly something here.
“Look there,” Hugo said, pointing.
A black shape was forming among some oak trees, and it was huge. At least seven feet tall, it stood with hunched shoulders and a dipped head. Its arms and legs were overly long compared to its torso, and I noticed the oval-shaped part. Whatever this was, it wasn’t human.
A flutter of colour caught my eye, and I spotted the Lavender Lady approaching. As she did, the figure beneath the trees glanced her way.
It was eerie how its head tilted towards her, and then I swear it sniffed the air. Danger and menace poured off the creature, and it took a step forward. The grass where it had been positioned had blackened and shrivelled up. A memory flitted into my mind of a movie where a werewolf was standing up, as I noticed its legs in further detail. They appeared like dogs, and it didn’t make sense.
“Back up now,” Callum murmured as he brandished his bible.
“Is that a demon?” Connor whispered as we backed away.
“No, but it is a minion,” Callum replied.
“It’s fuckin’ huge,” I muttered as we all retreated. I watched the Lavender Lady carefully. Shit. She moved closer to the figure, and her blood-red lips broke into a smile.
“Is she the demon?” Phil asked as he continued filming.
“No, but whatever she is, she’s strong. I think she’s a cambion, the product of a demon and human mating,” Callum said as he held the Bible out in front of him.
“But she’s a ghost,” Hugo exclaimed, puzzled.
“No, she’s not. She’s faking it,” Callum stated.
The Lavender Lady lunged forward and laughed. Her teeth were razor sharp, and I shuddered.
“Don’t run, stick together, and grab a handful of salt. If she attacks, throw it at her. It will drive her away,” Callum ordered.
We kept walking backwards, out of the deadened zone and back into the moonlight.
“Keep moving; we need to return to base. We all ought to research what the hell a cambion is doing here. There are some arcane texts for us to consult,” Callum said.
Finally, we were out in the open and moved towards the SUV. Tonight had taken a turn for the worse.
Callie
