Lilly
I entered the lab, head down, and made my way over to my assigned lab table. My partner was already there.
"Lilly! How are you?" Jerry greeted me, grinning and waving flamboyantly.
I grimaced. "I've been better."
Jerry's smile instantly vanished. "What's wrong?"
I sighed. No way in hell could I tell him about the demon. No pun intended. "My dad's been drinking again. I'm really starting to worry about him."
"That sucks," Jerry said, frowning. "Any way I can help?"
I shook my head. "Not really. Sorry. I shouldn't dump my troubles on you like this."
"Hey, if I can't help, the least I can do is listen, right?" Jerry said. "Need a hug?"
Wordlessly, I buried my head in Jerry's shoulder. He patted my back and made comforting noises. It was so tempting to tell him all of my troubles. But he would never believe me.
I pulled away. Jerry gripped my shoulder. "Hey, can you make it through class today? If not, you could go home. I could tell the teacher you aren't feeling well."
Go home? To the demon? Fat chance. "I'll be ok."
Jerry shrugged. "As long as you're sure,
And then the teacher entered. Class started, and I spent the next two hours in busy contemplation of a beaker and some test tubes.
When it was over, Jerry and I began to clean our workstation. I did the scrubbing, both of the table and the glassware we had used, and he carefully packed away the chemistry apparatus. It was how we alway did it. I enjoyed the exacting work of getting everything perfectly clean, and Jerry didn't want to mess up his nail polish.
This was the second class we'd been in together. The first one had been a lecture on introductory computer science we both took over the summer. I'd tutored him on the some of the more difficult aspects of what we were learning, and, after my mom had died, he'd tutored me. He was the reason I hadn't had to drop the class, and he said that my help was the only reason he'd passed. Combined with some shared interests, this had cemented our friendship.
"So, kid, you want to hang out tonight?" asked Jerry.
"Quit calling me kid. I'm only a few years younger than you," I complained. Jerry had spent a several years in the military before he began college. He was going to school on the GI bill. "And, sure, I'd love to hang out. Your place?" I didn't want to go home.
"Queens is having karaoke night," Jerry said with a grin.
I groaned. "You know I don't like clubs. They're too crowded."
"So we'll show up early, and leave before the it gets too packed." Jerry winked. "They've got some pretty hot pole dancers."
"I don't have anything to wear." I said.
"You supply the shoes, and I'll get the dress," Jerry said. "You're not much shorter than me."
"Your stuff is too glittery," I said, wrinkling my nose.
"Then just wear what you've got on," Jerry said. "No one will stare, or anything. You get all sorts in Queens."
I sighed. "I'm not getting out of this, am I?"
"Nope. " Jerry confirmed.
Estries
I peered through the window at my mistress from my perch up in a tree. This owl form was pretty much the smallest I could get. Hopefully, if my mistress spotted the bird, she wouldn't suspect it was me.
She was chatting with her lab partner about going clubbing. I sighed inwardly. Clubs meant lots of people. More people meant more variables, making it harder to protect her. I also wasn't sure I could get in. I had no identification. I could materialize items, but could only keep them materialized if they were touching me, and complex things, like, say, a detailed driver's license, were hard to do.
I wondered where one would go to acquire a fake license. Odds are someone on campus would know. Of course, the drinking age was 21, and Lilly was only 19. If she could get, I probably didn't need a license.
Lilly was heading to the car now. I fretted a bit during the time she was out of my sight, and then sighed in relief as she exited the building. Lots of things liked to prey on untrained wizards. Other demons, for one, as well as the various other creatures that fed on magic. Then there were those who would use her powers for personal gain. My summoning would have shone like a beacon to anyone in the country who could sense magic. I wondered if Lilly realized she had painted a target on her back. Probably not.
I wasn't sure how Lilly would react to me following her, and she couldn't do anything to defend herself anyways, so I had decided not to tell her about the danger she was in. It would only worry her.
I left my perch silently, and trailed the car to what I presumed was her friend's apartment. Again, I watched at the window. It was nice to see Lilly laugh. An hour later, they left in her friend's car.
The club itself was easy enough to get into. I wore a different human form, so Lilly wouldn't notice me. Without an ID, I just had to let them stamp my hand to tell the bartenders I couldn't drink. Inside, there were fewer people than I had feared. I enjoyed the deep, throbbing music, and watched the pole dancers a bit, but kept half an eye on Lilly. She talked to a few people she knew, and her friend teased her into taking the karaoke stage. I felt her stage fright through the bond as she sang, and her embarrassment at every fumbled lyric and wrong note. but she sounded pretty good.
And here came trouble. I sensed him before he even entered the club. Another demon. Unbonded, as far as I could tell, so he was working for himself. Probably born on this mortal world, because, without a master, a non native demon would snap back to hell. This world was pretty far, metaphysically speaking, from the demonrealm.
I intercepted him on the way across the bar. There was a moment where we sized each other up. Then the other demon deflated.
"Yours?" he asked, looking down at his feet in a gesture of submission.
"Mine," I confirmed.
"Of course," he replied. He looked at me calculatingly. "She has you pledged to serve her. I could help you with that."
I snorted. "I remain pledged at my own pleasure. She cannot command me."
"Of course not," the other demon said, trying to make himself appear smaller. "Forget I asked. May I go?"
I thought for a second. If he left, he would doubtlessly find another victim to feed upon, and probably kill. On the other hand, if I fought him, I would draw unwanted attention to myself, and, while I was certain I could win, the fight would weaken me, possibly allowing some other threat to get to my mistress. "Go," I told him. "And if I sense you near her again..." I trailed off threateningly.
"You will not, I give you my word," said the other demon. Then he turned and fled.
Lilly
True to his word, Jerry left with me before things got too crowded. By then I'd sung three times, and had enjoyed myself immensely, though I was harassed a bit by one drunken idiot who seemed to have come to the wrong bar. Jerry and his friends put a stop to that pretty quickly. The crowds, though, were starting to make me nervous. I was glad we were leaving. Jerry clapped me on the back. "Didn't I tell you we'd have fun?" he said to me. "It's more fun, of course, if you can drink, but fun even if you can't."
He winced slightly. "Mind going to get the car while I sit for a bit? These heels are killing me." He tossed me the keys.
"You should have worn flats," I called back, laughing, as I headed toward the parking lot.
A man seemed to be following me. Probably going to his own car, I told myself, but I quickened my pace. When he paused a row over from where we had parked to fumble with his keys, I breathed a sigh of relief.
I gasped as the guy who had been harassing me earlier stepped out from behind a car. "You..." he slurred. "Why don't you come home with me?"
"I don't think so," I said, trying to get Jerry's keys into the lock. I dropped them, and swore.
"That's what all the woman say," then drunk complained. "But I'm a nice guy. Don't you think I'm a nice guy?" He stumbled toward me, inadvertently kicking the keys under the car. "It's women these days," he continued. "They like the bad boys. But I'm a nice guy. Don't you like nice guys?" By now, I was backed up against the car, cringing away from his bad breath. "Come on, just give me one kiss," he slurred, leaning forward.
I heard a meaty thwack, and then the drunk stumbled sideways, the fell over, unconscious. It was the other guy, the one I had thought was following me. His eyes were glowing red.
"You ok?" he asked. His eyes dimmed back to a normal color.
"Ummm..." I stuttered.
The man whose eyes had been glowing leaned toward me, frowning. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"
"Your eyes," I stammered. "Your eyes were glowing."
The man closed his eyes. "Shit."
I began to back away. "What, what are you?"
The man sighed. "It's me. Estries."
"Estries?" I wasn't sure whether to be relieved, or more frightened.
"Yeah," he said. His featured shifted and blurred, and suddenly I was looking at the same face that had stared out at me through the pentagram that night. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine," I said. "What are you doing here?" My eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Were you following me?"
Estries sighed again. "Yes."
"Why?" I asked, somewhere between scared and angry.