The alarm clock buzzed annoyingly, 6:15 AM. An aimless hand tapped on the nightstand, finally smashing it. The noise ceased, the woman went back to sleep.
Fast forward a couple hours and the same woman opens her eyes wide and lifts her head, realizing what had happened. The alarm clock now showed 8:26 AM. Samantha rolled off of the bed, falling on her knees and stumbling in a rush. She went to the bathroom, looked at her messy face in the mirror, scratching one of her green eyes and letting out a sigh as her vision cleared. She had a pale complexion, straight, raven-black hair. It was cut short on shoulder length, but had that "cyberpunk style". The fringes were longer on each side, they fell slightly past her shoulders at the front. Then, the hair was cut progressively shorter on a perfectly straight line as it moved on the sides until it reached the back of her head where it became very short.
She washed her face the best she could, started applying some makeup. Sloppy shadows around her eyes, blood-red lipstick. Finally, she put on a necklace that ended on an inverted pentagram. Samantha put on her worn-out black leather pants and ankle boots. She didn't even take the time to change her sleeping crop top, a band t-shirt that had been cut shorter, showing its age with the discolored "grey". She put on her short leather jacket and just grabbed her very bright, green backpack, full of chains and other decorative stuff hanging from it. The girl rushed down the dirty stairs of the building, passing by partially broken windows, a lot of dust on the glasses, some holes were covered with glued plastic bags.
North Jefferson was a cozy, small town. A lot of its houses and buildings were regulated in their layout and architecture. Imposed height and style limits, endless rules for building new structures. This is why to expand in the speed that the modern world demanded they had built "The Glades", as it was called. This neighborhood was full of buildings and popular, standard housing. It was also where most of the industry around the town was located. Samantha was used to it, after living a lifetime here. There was always some weird smell in the air, the occasional homeless person in the streets. An overall neglect of visual pollution and a very bland sense of taste defined the architecture at the Glades. Huge ad boards were everywhere, the light posts were filled with even more posters, and the buildings were nothing but functional, with very few exceptions.
She looked out the window of the bus as she rode to the main town. It took almost forty minutes to get there, central North Jefferson felt like a completely different place. The Glades were the price paid for preserving such a cute, hospitable village. Only the very rich could afford to live downtown, their maids and house servants most likely lived at The Glades. When Samantha got off of the bus by North Jefferson's main station, she could already see her sister waiting for her, arms crossed and an expression she knew all too well, "Two and a half hours, Samantha!" Helen almost shouted at her sister.
One could barely tell they were related, as Helen was at least five inches taller and had bright, long, red hair descending to the middle of her back in soft waves. It was her natural hair color, a copper red that could rarely be replicated by artificial colors. She had the same pale complexion as Samantha, but with freckles on her cheeks, some on her shoulders, arms, and chest too. While Samantha stood at about 5'2" with a tight, petite body, her sister was at least 5'9", showing a much wider frame. She could easily have been some kind of athlete in her younger years, maybe still was. She wore a beautiful, black summer dress, down to the middle of her thighs with a loose skirt that moved with the wind as she walked. It was clear that she had a very different style compared to her sister.
Samantha just protected herself, raising her hands as she walked past her sister. "I'm sorry! The alarm didn't ring!" she lied shamelessly, blocking the strikes from her furious redhead who swung her purse on her back and shoulder.
Helen stopped, taking a deep breath and adjusting a strand of hair, "Fuck it, whatever. You are hopeless anyway, let's just get on with this. Did you bring everything?"
The brunette grabbed her green backpack and opened it as they walked, showing the contents to Helen. With a nod the redhead reached in the bag and grabbed a small pouch, Samantha did the same. The two girls turned a corner behind the bus station, stopping by a mostly isolated alley. Helen pulled an apple-sized crystal orb from her purse. She held it in her hand, the pouch in the other and took a deep breath focusing. Samantha used her free hand to wrap it around her necklace and joined her sister.
Closing their eyes, they spoke words in Latin, to any unsuspecting spectators it looked like they were praying. A soft breeze blew through them for a moment. Samantha opened her eyes and let go of her necklace. Instead of falling back on her chest, it began floating, as if it wanted to escape. She smiled, removing the necklace and holding the chain in her closed fist. The inverted pentagram hung free, it was pulled by some sort of invisible force, like the magnet in a compass. Helen smiled and nodded, "Alright, let's find this bastard."
The two sisters wandered the streets of North Jefferson. Samantha kept her hand with the necklace in her jacket pocket, pulling it out discreetly from time to time, to see where it was pointing and follow the directions. They wandered, having to go back from dead ends and discuss alternative routes to follow the general direction indicated by the necklace. By the end of the hour, both girls were approaching North Jefferson's main catholic church. The necklace was almost flying out of Samantha's hand as it was pulled towards the open entrance of the church. "No way!" Samantha exclaimed in disbelief.
Helen had the same confused look on her face, looking around the front garden of the church and up the building's facade, "You think it can even hide here?"
Samantha shrugged, "Demons are smart, maybe it figured it would be the last place we would look?"
As they talked they heard steps from inside the church, a tall figure walked out of it. It was a black woman dressed as a nun. Both sisters could see her big curves under the habit she wore, which she somehow managed to make look tight around her hips and breasts. The nun was bringing some kind of vase outside, placing it in the garden. Samantha raised her fist again, the necklace followed the movements of that woman perfectly as she paced around the front garden. Both siblings glanced at one another realizing the situation. The nun approached them with a smile, Samantha quickly shoved her hand back in her pocket trying to hide what she was doing.
"Can I help you, girls?" the nun's voice was sweet, it almost didn't match how tall she was. Significantly taller than Helen even.
"Ah.. we are... we are just doing some sightseeing... didn't want to... bother and all," Samantha said nervously.
The nun kept her expression intact, clearly not buying it. She looked at Helen to see if the redhead had a different, better answer. Nothing for several awkward seconds.
"Can you give us a moment to talk?" was all the redhead could think of saying, pulling Samantha by the arm a few feet back and away from the nun. They began whispering to each other, unaware that Kristanna could hear every word they said.
"That can't be the Nabassu that escaped! She is a fucking nun! A big, voluptuous nun, for sure... Still a nun!" Helen remarked, trying to be discreet and failing.
Samantha shook her head, looking at Kristanna with the corner of her eye, confirming she was just standing there, waiting with a puzzled expression, "I don't know sis, do you think it possessed her or something?"
