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Dancin' With the Devil
by
Moon Mistress
a/k/a
Lisa Beth Darling

VooDoo

GodSmack

Present Day
Greenbrier, Colorado

Chapter Seven

Without Daniel by her side the night was long and cold, Calla spent it wandering the darkened house rather than sleeping. She hoped the coming dawn would bring with a fresh day and a new start but the day was even longer than the night had been. Daniel didn’t call this morning and she when called him all she got was his voice mail, she left a message saying good morning and that she missed him. Two hours went by and he did not return the call so she went searching for him with her mind and could not find him anywhere.

Her magick was probably still not up to snuff and she thought about having Nicholas try but by then it was too late, he and Annie were already off to their new house to finish painting and Colleen went with them. Just before noon Calla went to the University and started cleaning up the various rooms in the Art Department along with the other professors and a few familiar faces. Tammy Reynolds and Todd Higgum, both of whom had graduated last year, were back to do graduate work and volunteered to help with the clean up work. Calla was glad to see such familiar faces.

Tammys’ first question was in regard to Nicholas and she seemed very deflated when Calla informed her that Nicholas had gotten married and that his wife and he would be attending the University starting on Monday. “I trust you’ll be discreet,” Calla said softly. “I don’t know if Annie knows about your relationship or not and she’s a very lovely girl, Tammy.” Quickly she added, “That isn’t to say that you’re not a lovely girl. You know how much I enjoyed having you in my class.”

“Yep, I know.” Tammy said with a slight frown. It wasn’t like she had plans on marrying Nick but another jump or two wouldn’t be bad either. Looked like that wasn’t going to happen now. “I’m just glad everyone seems to have come out of the war all right.”

The war. Did she, The War? Yes she did. Calla imagined she’d have to get used to that phrase and knowing that she’d had a part in it. “At the very least, while there was a lot of damage, it didn’t last long.” She encouraged. There was a lot of damage but not to the school it seemed none of Aphrodite’s troops cared about higher learning facilities. So while everything was messy and dusty nothing was completely destroyed and putting it all back together didn’t take but a few hours. “I’ll see both of you Monday?” Calla asked. “Thank you so much for your help.” She tried to slip them 50.00 each but they wouldn’t take it.

“You keep it, Prof.” Todd said. “To tell ya the truth I just came to make sure you were still with us.”

“Me too.” Tammy said pushing Calla’s hand with money away. “We’ll see you Monday.” Together they walked out of the classroom.

It was snowing again, great flakes of the white stuff drifted down slowly at first and then the wind began to howl and blow them into large drifts. Calla bundled her coat up around her ears while walking out to Daniel’s Jaguar. He was right, driving it was a lot of fun and it had much better traction than her little Integra. The roads were bad, plows were not to be seen as city workers had other things to do in cleaning up the mess that dub-ya dub-ya three left behind and the drive which normally took her just under half an hour took almost a full hour to complete. By the time Calla got home it was dark and cold outside but the little red light on the answering machine was blinking. She dropped her purse in the front hall and dashed over to it in anticipation of hearing Daniel’s voice.

“Hi, Ma.”

Nicholas.

“Look, Cole and Lilly are gonna stay over at Terry’s house tonight. The Cineplex is open and Annie wants to go see a movie so I thought we’d grab a bite to eat and then head over there.” Someone in the background said something and she heard Nicholas cover the phone. “Oh,yeah,” he mumbled on the machine. “You can come with us if you want, just gimmie a call, ok? Why don’t ya call me anyway when ya get this, weather’s crappy I wanna make sure you get home a’ight. Love you, Mom.”

Click.

No Daniel. Calla was starting to worry. She picked up the handset and dialed Nicholas’ cell phone. “You two go on and have a nice evening. You deserve it.” Calla said. “If you need any money….”

“I got plenty of money, Ma. My job pays good remember?” He said.

“Yes, I know. Don’t worry about me I’ll just toss something into the microwave and then head on up to bed.”

“Dad call?” Nicholas figured he hadn’t by the lonely tone in her voice.

“Not yet.” She sighed. “Can I talk to Colleen?”

“Sorry, Ma, I already dropped her off but she’d got her phone with her so you can give her a call. You sure you’re gonna be a’ight there?”

“It’s just a few hours. What’s the worst that could happen?” Calla hung up without saying anything else. Kicking off her boots she used her mind to start a fire in the hearth and to make some dry wood appear in the woodbin. It was too cold and blowing too hard to go out and collect wood. Sitting on the floor by the fire in the living room with a bowl of macaroni & cheese she half-heartedly went over the first days lessons plan. Outside the wind howled with in a viscous moan, the windows rattled and the frames shook. She got up to look out the window it did not look warm and inviting out there. Calla turned back to the coffee table, picked up the remote and flicked on the television. The weatherman promptly informed her that six to eight inches of snow was expected over the next six hours. A few moments later Nicholas was talking in her head telling her that he and Annie wanted to spend the night at a near by motel but if she’d rather they could just pop home instead of driving.

No, you go on. The two of you deserve a romantic evening alone. Tell Annie I love her. See you tomorrow. She clicked off the line in her head with a heavy sigh. The last thing she wanted was to be snowed in alone. If she could find Daniel then she could just pop to wherever he was, curl up in his arms for the night and then pop back here first thing in the morning so as not to be in his way. Yes, that sounded like a plan. For the second time Calla started searching for Daniel and came up empty. Picking up the cordless phone from the coffee table she dialed his cell phone and got nothing but the voice mail again. “Where the hell is he?” Calla complained loudly and tossed the phone behind her onto the couch. She didn’t know where he was but she knew where he was not. Daniel was not in Washington, DC. Did he go Off-World without telling her? Taking Excalibur with him? Why? Where?

The telephone started ringing she reached behind her to the couch where the cordless was sitting. “Hello.” For moment there was nothing but silence. “Hello?”

“’Evenin’ Callie.”

“David.” She said without missing a beat her heart, however, skipped several. “What do you want?”

“Danny there?”

“No, he’s ah, he had to go away.”

“Yep, I tried his cell but ain’t getting’ nuttin’ but the machine.”

Me too. “Leave him a message I’m sure he’ll get back to you when he can. What do you want to talk to him about anyway?”

“Dat’s between me ‘n him, Callie. When’s he comin’ home?”

“Soon.”

“A’ight den, yew tell him I called.”

“I will.” She stammered. “Where are you?” That would be helpful information for getting back in touch with him since the caller-id was reading UNKNOWN.

“At dat Motel 6. I’ll be here a while.”

Of course he was at the Motel 6! What an idiot she was to even ask the question. “I’ll be sure he gets your message.” She hung up the phone but pushing the button and was instantly sorry. Calla had questions, burning pertinent questions that only David could answer. The night was cold and blowing hard. Nicholas and Annie were gone until morning so were Colleen and Lilly. No one knew where Daniel was. So that meant that she was alone and David was alone in his motel room. If she were very discreet no one would ever know. Closing her lesson book Calla stood and went up the stairs to their bedroom. She opened the safe, took out Daniel’s gun, made sure it was loaded and that the safety was on before taking it downstairs and stuffing it into her purse.

Just in case.

Well now shall we pop or drive? Calla looked out the window. The snow was coming down hard and with so much expected in such a short time there was no sense in driving the roads would be closed before too long. Making sure the front door was locked—it was the only door that had been used today—she slipped into her heavy winter coat and disappeared from the living room only to reappear in the parking lot of the nearest Motel 6.

In the dark and cold Calla walked down the line of rooms peering in windows and listening at doors, David was here she just wasn’t sure of exactly where. Eleven doors down the row and she saw him through the window. David was lying on the bed watching the television with a bottle of Jim Beam in one hand and lit cigarette in the other. Taking a deep breath Calla knocked on the door and heard him shuffling around inside.

“Who’s there?” He called out. “Room Service? Ain’t got no freakin’ room service in dis place.” David mumbled to himself.

The door opened.

“Holy shit, wud ya looka that?” David ran a hand through his hair. “I must be drunker an’ I thought. Is dat really you, gurl?”

“Good evening, David. Will you let me in?” Calla asked.

“Where’s the boy?”

“I’m alone.”

David poked his head of the doorway and looked around. He didn’t see the hot rod or her car for that matter. “How’d you git ‘ere?”

“It’s magick.” She whispered with a grin. “And it’s cold out here.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” David stepped back to allow her entry. “What ‘r yew doin’ ‘ere, Callie?” She didn’t answer him at first, Calla just walked into the room and he shut the door firmly behind her. “Yew did’t come ‘ere a lone….did’ja?”

“I already told you that I did.” The room was chilly and she left her coat. “But that doesn’t mean I’m defenseless.”

“Ah, nah, I’m sure yew ain’t.” He said with a smile. “I ain’t got much ta off’a but ah, take a seat.” David pointed to the table and two chairs. “Yew wants a drink? Take the chill off.”

Calla promised Daniel she wouldn’t do this and he promised her the same but Daniel wasn’t anywhere to be found tonight or the night before. Besides, if she wanted to get truthful answers out of him she’d have to go along with him on a few things. “Yes, please.” Calla put her purse on the table top and sat in the chair nearest the door. There was a familiar scent in the air. “Daniel paid you to leave the house.” It wasn’t a question. How else would David afford even one night in a hotel let alone the booze, cigarettes and mansis. “Do you’ve any more of that?” She sniffed at the air.

David, feeling more than just a little confused, put the bottle of Jim Beam on the table with a fresh glass. “Yep.” He walked away from her back to the bed and the nightstand from which he took a small bag of weed. “You talk, I’ll roll. Danny dun’t know you’re here does he?”

“No one does.” Calla poured about two shots worth of the bourbon into the glass. “I want to talk to you.”

“What about?” David broke up buds, picked out the seeds and then rolled up a joint with an orange Zig-Zag. “Ladies first.” He said holding it out to her. “Go on Callie, Canon Ball it.” He encouraged with a wide grin expecting her to do no such thing.

Calla took the freshly rolled joint from his hand along with the lighter and put flame to pot. Soon the piney scent already hanging in the air grew stronger and she took a shallow toke and blew it out swiftly. The first drag was always mostly paper….no good. Next drag was better, she took a long hit, held it, picked up the bourbon, downed it, and then exhaled without coughing or turning red. “You’re turn.” She held the burning joint to him.

“Impressive.” David intoned while plucking the joint from her fingers. He followed her lead and handed it back wondering how many shots she intended to match him for as he watched her pour another round. This has to go be my lucky night.

After downing another s hot and taking in another toke she handed the joint back. “So how do you like being alive again?” She asked blowing the smoke into the air.

“Beats the shit outta bein’ dead.” David remarked with a hearty grin and took another toke. “Wot’s this all about, li’l darlin’? I gots ta tell ya, I dun never think yew ‘n me wud sit’own to smoke the peace pipe.”

Is that what they were doing? Their version of smoking a peace pipe? She didn’t think so, not yet anyway. “Why did you do it? All those years ago, why did you come into my home and pretend to be Daniel?”

Oh well there was a dandy of a question and she just tossed it out there like it wasn’t any more important than yesterday’s news. “Well, Callie, yer Dad—“ he stopped and thought for a moment. “Sorry, gurl. I guess it was yer brutha dun paid me ta do that tew ya. He sho’nuff looked like Ares though.”

That was news. Maybe Daniel knew that all these years. Maybe Jack or Sam or Teal’c knew it but she didn’t. No, all this time, Calla thought it was either the worst luck in the world on her part or David had it in for his brother. Since David had a less than proper upbringing maybe hurting her was his way of getting back at Daniel. Now it looked like the sole motivating factor was nothing more than the Almighty Dollar. That was the same thing which motivated Andy. Sort of a let down actually, though she was surprised to understand how much trouble Eros had gone through to get his hands on her. If he’d just come himself, show himself for who he was, she would have welcomed him back into her life. Eros must have been afraid that all those years with Kanan made her realize it wasn’t their Father but him who’d been so cruel to her one summer’s day on the beach below his tower. “How much?” Seemed David was getting accustomed to making money off of her.

“Fifty thousand.” David said easily. “Dat was a lotta money back den.” He qualified and filled her glass. “Yew here for an apology, Callie? I cud see dat.”

“No, just answers.” Calla said and drank took another toke off the joint, she followed it with the shot he poured and then passed it back to him. “I wasn’t dead long,” she started still holding the hit. “You were. You used to live in Daniel’s head, didn’t you?” Calla exhaled a puff of smoke so small it was almost non-existent. Her lungs absorbed it before she could blow it out.

“S’ight wit me.” David poured another round. “Yew know I did. Yew dru me outta Danny, ‘memba?”

“Yes, after that.” She coached.

The joint was getting smaller and David refilled the hotel glasses with Jim Beam. “Wot are yew askin’ me, gurl?”

“You looked out through Daniel’s eyes for years, didn’t you? All the while you were dead and in Tartarus. Don’t deny it, I know you did, sometimes….sometimes…..”

“Yew saw me starin’ at yew. I know ya did, Callie.” He took the swiftly roach from her fingers. “Drink.” David said and pointed at the glass.

Calla picked it up and downed half of it. “I saw you.” The second half went down. “What was it like? To look out through his eyes.”

“Yew wanna know if I cud control Danny, don’cha?” David asked and took down some of the amber liquid in his glass. Calla took down the last of the joint. “Before yew took me outta his head, yep, I could make him do wot’evah I wanted him to. But yew knew dat too, did’cha?”

“I might have had a clue.” She returned and snubbed out the small bit that was left of the joint. In Daniel’s body and still very much in Daniel’s mind, David brought many men home and several women. He was insatiable and cruel, he killed a young girl, choked the life right of her while he sodomized her. It may have been David’s act but he did it with Daniel’s body. “Did you make him…” her voice trailed off for a moment, “Rowan? Psyche, whatever…”

“Yew dun asked me dat before, Callie. Answer’s the same, no I didn’t.” Taking another swallow of Jim Beam he looked her through and through. “Is that wot yew want? Ta blame me for his fuck ups? Fer Rowan, Psyche, whoever, an’ all dem women in Baccy’s kingdom?” David shook his head drink down the rest of his drink and filled both glasses one more time. “I’d love to take one fer my brutha, Callie, hell I owe it ta him n’ yew to a take one,” he smirked. “But not dis one.”

“I’m not enough for him, I never was.” She mumbled, her lips were tingling on the verge of being numb as she raised the glass to them and took down another drink. “After I pulled you out of him and you were really dead?”

“Dat was diff’rent.” David said quickly. “Sometimes I cud see but dat was about it.”

“Could you…. hear?”

David didn’t know what she was getting at but he was willing to follow along for a while. “Sometimes.”

“Daniel’s thoughts or what we were saying?”

“Both.”

“Could you make him say things?”

“I already told you, no. For the most part Callie, Danny cuddn’t even hear me until dat black rock came along.”

The black rock. The tablet Daniel worked with for so long. “Could you feel? Taste? Tell me.”

“Tell yew wot?” David shot angrily. “Looky here, Callie, I dun know wot yew want but lemme tell yew bein’ dead was hell. Dats where dey put me and dats wot I got. Be’fo dat black rock come ‘round, in between torturin’ me, Hades hisself ‘d come down and make me watch through Danny’s eyes. Yer Anniversary was always a special night down in Tar-Tar-Us, I-tell-u-wot!” At that he laughed. “All a’us perverts, we gots a gud show those nights. We saw ev’rythan, Callie n’ cuddn’t dew nuttin’ ‘bout it. All I cud dew was watch. Dat make yew happy?”

A shaking hand picked up the bottle of Jim Beam and Calla held the open bottle to her lips and drank straight from it. One, two, three, four, five…

Obviously his answer was not the one she’d been hoping for which really struck David as odd. She should be happy that he hadn’t been able to control his brother….shouldn’t she? “Wot the hell are yew doin’, gurl? Gimmie dat!” He swiped the bottle out of her hand. “Yew got sum’thin’ yew wanna blame me fer? Is dat it?” Callie had just gone two steps over the line about five minutes faster than she should. Her eyes were swimming in her head. David stood up and caught her just as her eyes closed and she started falling out of the chair. “Aw, gurl, wot the fuck is goin’ on?” Tipsy but not over the line, David picked her up and laid her down on the bed. He took the full-length coat off her. “Ya know bein’ dead ain’t my favorite memry.” He grumbled and relieved her of the winter boots on her feet. She’d be up soon, well not up but awake anyway, Callie wasn’t down for the count not after all that heroin and cocaine she’d done. Still he had a minute or two so David opened the purse that she’d kept so close to her and sure enough there was 9mm, one that probably belonged to Danny. It was fully loaded and the safety was secure. “Yew did’t come here to shoot me.” He said putting the gun by the nightstand and looking down at her. “Jus’ a li’l precaution, hey, sunshine? I dun blame ya.”

On the bed she started to move and moan. “Yew gone get sick on me, gurl?” David asked staring down at her. Lord, ya jus’ had ta lay her in ma lap, didn’cha? Yeah, I know’d yew cuddn’t resist.

Her eyes fluttered opened and she stared up at him. “Danny?”

Aw, nah, dat jus’ ain’t fair! Was David’s very first thought. “ Nah, Callie, it’s me, Davy.”

David, with the help of the black tablet and his own ingenuity, watched Calla do an amazing, no an ASTOUNDING amount of drugs over a period of months. This here little gurl rode the White Horse no less than four, sometimes five, times a day. Hell, good old Andy F. Hartley wasted a good chunk of his cash trying to keep her habit satisfied. That didn’t count the amount of pot she smoked or the amount of coke she snorted. Didn’t take into account all that Happy Tea she drank either. He was very surprised when such a small amount of alcohol seemed to do her in so quickly but, then again, she’d been pregnant the last two months and completely off the sauce and all other illicits for a total of four. In all that time, as far as David knew, she hadn’t had as much as a nip of booze. So, then, it wasn’t any real surprise that she should pass out so quickly but he didn’t expect her to stay that way long.

Decisions. Decisions. What to do? What to do? Maybe Danny was dumb enough to tell her about the kid he had with some Enya bitch. Then again, Danny wasn’t that stupid, maybe someone else told her. Oh, yeah, that had to be why she was here. Callie wanted him to tell her that fucking Enya was all his idea and that he had control of Danny when it happened.

Bummer she didn’t get the answer she was looking for.

David pulled back the covers, kicked off his shoes and climbed into the bed. Taking her up in his arms was easier than he ever imagined it would be. Her little body just slid over to him at his command. Calla rested her head on his chest and listed to that warped heartbeat.

“They wanted you.” She muttered against his chest.

That was a new one on him. “Who wanted me fer wot?” David asked bringing the blankets closer around her.

“They did.” Calla murmured softly her head swirling with alcohol and a heavy buzz from good weed.

“Uh-huh, I see.” Davy said as she moved in even closer to him. Suddenly his cock started to tingle. She really shouldn’t tempt him like this, it wasn’t right but most of all it just wasn’t fair. “Callie? Yew think I’ll ev’ah be able ta make up fer wot I dun ta yew?”

Lazily her eyes rolled open. He looked so much like Daniel but he didn’t sound like Daniel and he didn’t really smell like Daniel. “I don’t know,” she said in slurred drunken speech. “Soon I won’t be here anyway so it won’t matter.”

“Oh?” David asked staring down here wondering where this drunken tangent was going to lead. “Where are yew gowin’, Callie?”

“Oblivion.”

That wasn’t the answer David had been expecting and it didn’t sound very good to him either. “Why’s dat, Callie?”

“He saw her.”

“Who? Danny? Who’d he see?”

“Callestah.” Calla’s leg found its way over his thigh as she snuggled in as close as she could to David.

Again, not the answer he thought he was going to get. David wondered just what the hell Danny had been saying to her tonight and just where the hell Danny was. He expected her to say something about the Enya woman and the new baby but she said nothing about them. The smooth curve of her thigh over his cock made it stopped tingling and stat twitching between his legs. “Who wants me for what, Calla?” David asked not consciously trying to sound like his brother but having his words come out that way anyhow.

Calla rubbed her fingers under her nose to scratch an itch and she closed her eyes again. “The Ladies,” she mumbled, “they want you for Sa’tan.”

The Ladies, he knew who they were. He’d heard a lot of talk about the Ladies of Avalon over the last few days. “Sat’tan. What’s that?” David felt her falling deeper and deeper into sleep as she lay against him. When he looked out on her through the tablet, during the whole time Andy was around and screwing with her head, he could see her dreams them but tonight would be different. Then he knew she hadn’t been sleeping because Danny wasn’t around and in that respect tonight was the same as one of those nights. She was tired and now she was drunk and high and ready to crash. Another five minutes and she’d be out like a light. David could do anything he wanted and she’d give no resistance.

“Second,” she mumbled. “If I have the stone can I talk to Daniel?”

David thought about it for a moment while he reveled in the feel of the warmth and weight of her in his arms. “I talked to Danny the most once he got the rock, that’s true. I could hear him and he could hear me, Callie. Finally he could hear me and we talked a lot.” David said and reached over to the nightstand. Past the gun was a pack of Marlboro Red’s and he lit one in the darkened hotel room. “I talked to yew too, gurl. Once you started sleeping in his office that’s where he kept it. I tried to help both of you.” David exhaled a puff of smoke rings into the air.

“Yes, you did. But you’re a snake.” Calla said in an amiable voice. The smirk he let out made his heart skip a beat. Though he sounded like Daniel he was not Daniel, drunk or not she should remember that. She let the odd sound of his heartbeat do that for her as she laid in his bed. “You could control him then? Me? Once the tablet came.” Calla turned her head to look up at David. “You could feel my touch then?”

Cigarette in hand, David knew he wasn’t fooling her anymore and she didn’t want to be fooled anyway, right now she didn’t need the warped security it offered her. So after taking another drag from his cigarette and letting out the smoke, David spoke in his normal voice. “Nah, Callie. I cud….suggest….things to him and maybe he’d go along dependin’ on how insistant I was.” David smiled. “I nevha made him dew nuttin’ bad ta yew.” He thought about that night Daniel found out she posed for dirty pictures and how he had been able to help Danny through his queasiness about what to do with her because of it. It wasn’t that the pictures were bad or even that they were dirty….they weren’t. But if nothing else she should have at least ASKED him if she could do that before she went and did it. Callie stepped far over the line in posing and then letting that other man put his hands all over her. (Just like she stepped way over the line tonight, coming here and laying in his bed this way.) Yep, that was wrong and she had to be taken down a peg or two, even Callie knew that. She was begging him for it and Danny didn’t have the stomach but he did. Still, he hadn’t hurt her that night, he’d only put forth the very real suggestion that he was going to do some damage and she caved. Callie was a gud gurl, she nevha had to be punished too hard. “Most a’ the time it was like bein’ at a drive-in movie. Like sittin’ in the back seat, mabbe the speaker dun work so good and ya have to strain ta hear.” David sighed and took another drag of the Red. “But, ah, I-tell-yew-wot, I ken feel ya now, li’l darlin’.” Yep he sure as hell could and if he hadn’t jerked off all those times already David was sure they would not still be laying here so calmly having this conversation. Nope, by now she’d be crying below him and begging him to stop hurting her. At any second she still could be. “Why yew wanna know all dis stuff?”

Calla’s head was growing heavy and so were her eyelids and they started to close. “I told you, I’ll be gone. I just wanted to know what it will be like for me after he falls in love with her and I go away.” With a last push of energy she forced her eyelids open to look at him. “I don’t want to be forgotten.”

He had no idea what she was talking about, David couldn’t see Danny ever giving her up, nope not for anything or anyone. “I’ll nevah forgit yew Callie.” David watched as her eyes closed again and he reached up snuffed out his cigarette and turned out the light. “Danny won’t neither.”

End Chapter Seven Of
Dancin' With the Devil
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