Possession (SPN, PG, Gen)
Um, not sure about this one, but with my writing in such a dry spell, I figured I'd post it anyway. I'd love to know if it works. I'm not sure. And with that intro I'm sure you all want to read it, right? *G*
Title: Possession
Author: starrylizard
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre/rating: Pre-season, Gen, PG, 734 words
Characters: Meg, Bela
Excerpt: The woman paused just inside the doorway to close up her handbag-sized umbrella and brush some sleet off her leather jacket. She quirked an eyebrow at Meg and flashed a smile.
Notes: Beta by Rinkle, but I messed with it since, so all mistakes are mine. Set pre-season, or at least before we see Meg as a demon in S1.
Meg sighed, pausing to stretch her back and push a lock of short blonde hair out of her face. She went back to wiping down the last of the benches in the diner, carefully placing the salt and pepper shakers neatly in the center. Business was slow today, the regular drizzle of sleety rain keeping most people tucked away indoors. Meg sighed again, before throwing the dishrag in a perfect arc toward the sinks behind the serving counter, doing a mini-touchdown dance at getting it in, and then meandering back to the cash register.
A tinkle of bells above the main entrance made her look up in hope. Anyone, anything to break the boredom. She was expecting one of the regulars from the nearby offices, but the person that walked in was far more interesting. Tall with dark hair, piercing blue-grey eyes below perfectly shaped eyebrows. In fact everything about the woman was perfect. From her fashionable shoes to the tint in her hair, she looked like a model or a singer, someone you’d see on TV, and Meg was instantly fascinated. This woman was certainly not the usual clientèle that Jim’s Home Diner attracted.
The woman paused just inside the doorway to close up her handbag-sized umbrella and brush some sleet off her leather jacket. She quirked an eyebrow at Meg and flashed a smile.
“Is the weather always like this?”
Her accent was English, clipped and soft around the edges and Meg found herself smiling back.
“Oh no, usually it’d be snowing this late in February. What can I get you?”
“Coffee, lots of coffee.” The woman rolled her eyes, before she grinned again. “And something sweet.”
“The lemon pie is great today.”
The woman glanced down at her name badge. “That sounds absolutely heavenly, Meg!”
The lady took a seat. Meg watched with fascination as she carefully brushed off the vinyl surface, before laying down her jacket and sliding across the booth.
She smiled up at Meg when she poured the coffee and brought a larger than usual slice of pie. “Thank you, darling. You wouldn’t believe my day.”
“Did you break down or something? Forgive me for asking, but you’re not the usual type passes through Andover…” Meg left the sentence hanging.
“Bela, the name’s Bela. And, yes, that’s right. I’m stuck for a little bit.”
Out of habit, Meg swiped at the already clean table top as she spoke, her necklace slipped out from her blouse as she did so and Bela noticed, her eyes narrowing with interest.
“That’s lovely, where’s it from?”
“Oh, this? It was my grandmother’s, been in the family for longer than I know. Grams always said it’d protect me from ‘possession by evil,’ or some such. She gave it to me when she died; told me to wear it always.” Meg fingered her necklace as she spoke, remembering her Grandmother fondly. “Grams was always superstitious like that. I just thought it was pretty. Our family goes right back to the witch trials, you know? They took quite a few women in this area back then.”
“That’s quite a history. I didn’t know that.” Bela took her eyes off the necklace to smile up at Meg.
“Well, if you need anything, just give a holler.” Meg started to walk away, leaving Bela to eat in peace, but a light hand on her arm stopped her.
“If you’re not busy, why not stop for a moment and keep me company?”
Meg grinned, peeking back over her shoulder and visualising the kitchens where the cook would no doubt be half asleep or contentedly reading the newspaper by now. No other customers in sight.
“Sure, why not.”
***
Three hours later, Meg turned the sign in the doorway so the “closed” faced the street. Bela had left an hour ago and apart from a drunk after some coffee, it had quite likely been the slowest day in the diner’s history.
Turning back from the door, her eyes were drawn to a dark shape, like black smoke exiting the heating duct.
She instinctively backed up against the locked door, reaching for the door handle, though she knew it was pointless even as she did. And as the demon entered her body, her hands came up to clutch at her necklace.
“Protect me from evil,” she whispered.
But the necklace was gone.
Title: Possession
Author: starrylizard
Fandom: Supernatural
Genre/rating: Pre-season, Gen, PG, 734 words
Characters: Meg, Bela
Excerpt: The woman paused just inside the doorway to close up her handbag-sized umbrella and brush some sleet off her leather jacket. She quirked an eyebrow at Meg and flashed a smile.
Notes: Beta by Rinkle, but I messed with it since, so all mistakes are mine. Set pre-season, or at least before we see Meg as a demon in S1.
Meg sighed, pausing to stretch her back and push a lock of short blonde hair out of her face. She went back to wiping down the last of the benches in the diner, carefully placing the salt and pepper shakers neatly in the center. Business was slow today, the regular drizzle of sleety rain keeping most people tucked away indoors. Meg sighed again, before throwing the dishrag in a perfect arc toward the sinks behind the serving counter, doing a mini-touchdown dance at getting it in, and then meandering back to the cash register.
A tinkle of bells above the main entrance made her look up in hope. Anyone, anything to break the boredom. She was expecting one of the regulars from the nearby offices, but the person that walked in was far more interesting. Tall with dark hair, piercing blue-grey eyes below perfectly shaped eyebrows. In fact everything about the woman was perfect. From her fashionable shoes to the tint in her hair, she looked like a model or a singer, someone you’d see on TV, and Meg was instantly fascinated. This woman was certainly not the usual clientèle that Jim’s Home Diner attracted.
The woman paused just inside the doorway to close up her handbag-sized umbrella and brush some sleet off her leather jacket. She quirked an eyebrow at Meg and flashed a smile.
“Is the weather always like this?”
Her accent was English, clipped and soft around the edges and Meg found herself smiling back.
“Oh no, usually it’d be snowing this late in February. What can I get you?”
“Coffee, lots of coffee.” The woman rolled her eyes, before she grinned again. “And something sweet.”
“The lemon pie is great today.”
The woman glanced down at her name badge. “That sounds absolutely heavenly, Meg!”
The lady took a seat. Meg watched with fascination as she carefully brushed off the vinyl surface, before laying down her jacket and sliding across the booth.
She smiled up at Meg when she poured the coffee and brought a larger than usual slice of pie. “Thank you, darling. You wouldn’t believe my day.”
“Did you break down or something? Forgive me for asking, but you’re not the usual type passes through Andover…” Meg left the sentence hanging.
“Bela, the name’s Bela. And, yes, that’s right. I’m stuck for a little bit.”
Out of habit, Meg swiped at the already clean table top as she spoke, her necklace slipped out from her blouse as she did so and Bela noticed, her eyes narrowing with interest.
“That’s lovely, where’s it from?”
“Oh, this? It was my grandmother’s, been in the family for longer than I know. Grams always said it’d protect me from ‘possession by evil,’ or some such. She gave it to me when she died; told me to wear it always.” Meg fingered her necklace as she spoke, remembering her Grandmother fondly. “Grams was always superstitious like that. I just thought it was pretty. Our family goes right back to the witch trials, you know? They took quite a few women in this area back then.”
“That’s quite a history. I didn’t know that.” Bela took her eyes off the necklace to smile up at Meg.
“Well, if you need anything, just give a holler.” Meg started to walk away, leaving Bela to eat in peace, but a light hand on her arm stopped her.
“If you’re not busy, why not stop for a moment and keep me company?”
Meg grinned, peeking back over her shoulder and visualising the kitchens where the cook would no doubt be half asleep or contentedly reading the newspaper by now. No other customers in sight.
“Sure, why not.”
***
Three hours later, Meg turned the sign in the doorway so the “closed” faced the street. Bela had left an hour ago and apart from a drunk after some coffee, it had quite likely been the slowest day in the diner’s history.
Turning back from the door, her eyes were drawn to a dark shape, like black smoke exiting the heating duct.
She instinctively backed up against the locked door, reaching for the door handle, though she knew it was pointless even as she did. And as the demon entered her body, her hands came up to clutch at her necklace.
“Protect me from evil,” she whispered.
But the necklace was gone.