Demon Street Blues (8 page)

They didn’t have time to deal with it now.

Eva joined them.

Charlie ignored her, focusing on the voices ahead. Overwhelmed by a need to control the situation. The smell was at least gone.
Thank fucking God.

“I think it’s time to crash this party.” Charlie narrowed his gaze.

“Yeah, let’s,” agreed Michael.

The brothers wasted no time, rushing forward, only to freeze in their tracks once out in the open. Horrified disgust washed over their faces.

Eva came up behind them. “What. The Hell. Are. Those?” she choked.

Michael tried to answer. “Those are the sickest… most disgusting…” he was cut off by Charlie.

“Sea Hag!”

“A what?” Eva shouted, her eyes bulging. 

The brothers did not reply to her question. 

Michael stretched out his right hand, his palm facing the Sea Hag.

The Hag turned to face Charlie and Eva, hissing at them through jagged teeth. Her eyes were a milky white and her skin, scaly, and covered in a thin layer of greenish slime.

Eva stayed hidden behind Charlie. He almost laughed when he saw her face. She may have known about the supernatural, but she had never seen anything like a Sea Hag. The humor of the moment shook off whatever fucked-upness had just happened between them, and helped him refocus. He was Charlie Howard. Not a werewolf. And he was in control of his actions…

“Watch out, Charlie,” Michael warned as the Hag advanced toward his brother.

Michael pushed his arm forward as if shoving something away from his body. Something appeared in his hand: a round, surging energy ball, which he thrust at the Hag. She ducked, it missed, the energy ball smashing into the side of the cave. Slivers of rock fell to the ground. 

The Sea Hag skittered closer, her slimy webbed feet easily clinging to any surface. Then, what had only a moment ago looked like stiff quills covering her head, started to shift and wriggle, like snakes swimming in water. Each quill-like strand was much longer than it had initially appeared, and each one took on a life of its own, striking out at Charlie and Eva. Each strand came to a sharp, thorny arrow-like point. Something the brothers knew contained a toxin that could easily incapacitate them in seconds.

“Eva, stay away from those things on her head,” warned Charlie.

“Don’t intend on getting that close.”  

Charlie handed her three vials. “These are potions that will blow up just about anything,” he explained. “If something happens and we’re knocked out… throw them at whatever’s coming at you, and get the hell out of here!”

She nodded and glanced at her hand in awe of what she now held.

Charlie egged the Sea Hag, trying to keep her attention, while Michael positioned himself for a straight shot at her. 

The Hag bared her teeth, a rattling hiss emanating from her mouth.

“Howards,” they heard her speak, in her hissing tongue.

“She can talk,” Eva said, surprised.  “And she knows who you are.” 

“Most creatures around here do,” Charlie replied. His concern for their safety, as well as the desire to find out if this Hag knew anything about their parents’ deaths, sent his emotions into overdrive. Charlie let out a primal snarl that seemed to catch the Hag off guard, sending her back a few feet to rethink her approach.

“Why are you in this cave? What are these… things?” Charlie interrogated. 

Behind the Hag, wretchedly bloated, charcoal colored creatures that the brothers had never seen before sucked the walls of the cave, as if addicted to whatever substance they were sucking.

The Hag did not answer Charlie. Instead, she turned to the wall-sucking creatures and spoke to them. “You eat enough, pets.”

To the brother’s surprise, the bloated creatures listened to the Hag and stopped sucking, convening around her, as if she were their mother. 

Eva stepped back, watching wide-eyed as Charlie’s human face shifted into the wolf-like one she had seen earlier. Her stare lowered to his hands, as jagged nails grew long, extending outward from his fingers. He snapped his head, his fierce silver eyes shooting warnings at her. “Stay back,” he snarled. She pressed her back against the wall.

Charlie leapt closer to the Sea Hag. “What are you doing in this cave?” he asked in an ill-tempered growl. “Answer now or you will die!”

“You killed my kind before,” she rattled, her eyes blazing with anger.

Michael raised his arm to the Sea Hag, his palm pointed toward her, ready to strike if she attacked.

“Come pets,
now you kill!
” the Hag ordered, her voice a loathing purr.

Their bulging bodies, thick with whatever substance they were sucking, moved deceptively easy, skimming over rocks and cave debris as if the surface was smooth, like glass.

“Are those?” started Michael.

Charlie finished. “Leeches… really big ass friggin’ leeches.”

“Never really been a fan of bloodsuckers before, but now…” Michael choked on his words, disgusted. 

“How did they get so big?” asked Eva, gagging as she spoke.

There was no time for discussion as one of the leeches approached Charlie. When it was about five feet away, it did something even more surprising. It stopped and stood up, leaning on its backside, as if trying to walk.

Its intention, however, was not to walk. As it stood, the contents of its body shifted, as if everything inside the creature just sank to the bottom. The head of the creature elongated and swung out in a circle, ready to knock over anything that got in its path.

Michael focused on this one, as it was the closest to causing harm and pushed his palm forward, as if forcing energy out of his hand and toward the leech.

A shimmering force field pushed through the cave, knocking the creature over. Michael turned and did the same to two other leeches that were climbing the cave walls, over Charlie and Eva’s heads.

These leeches also slammed down to the cave floor. However, in seconds, had up- righted themselves to attack again. 

“Use more, Michael,” urged Charlie.

“If you say so. This could get messy.”

“No choice! Do it!” Charlie shouted.

Michael pushed out another energy ball, this time it surged across the cavern and upon impact, ravaged the leech, blowing it into bloody bits. The others, smelling the blood, stopped their attack and raced to the blown up bits, gorging on what was left of their comrade. 

“Stupid pets,” the Sea Hag rattled.

Charlie saw his opportunity and lunged forward, knocking the Hag flat on her back, pinning her to the ground. “Did you ever kill any Howards?” he grilled viciously.

“Kill…” she croaked under his tight grip. He ducked out of the way of her poisonous quill-like strands.

“Answer me!” Charlie demanded. “Did you ever kill any Howards?”

She flailed like a fish out of water, opening her mouth as if to speak. At first, Charlie heard nothing. A second later, a high-pitched noise pierced his ears. A moment after, Michael and Eva heard it too.

“She’s going sonic!” Michael warned. “Stop her now, or we’ll have more company than we can handle!”

In one swift movement, Charlie lifted his arm and swiped his wolf-like claws across her scaly skin, slitting her throat. She gurgled through the blood gushing out of the wound and seconds later, the Sea Hag was dead.

Charlie’s fist pounded into the cave floor next to her head, and he let out a cry that was a blend of both human and wolf. Killing her was the right thing to do, but he had not gotten the answers he had desperately wanted.

He angrily kicked her dead body into the water.

One after another, the leeches plopped in after her, seeking out the blood.

“Charlie,” called out Michael.

Charlie gave him a sign that he was okay, and just needed a minute to regain his composure. He leaned on the cave wall, resting his forehead against the cool, damp, rock, his breathing still coming out in ragged pants. 

Michael turned to Eva. “You okay?”

She just nodded in bewilderment. 

“A little more than you bargained for, eh?” Charlie’s breathy human voice jeered from a distance. He cast his blue eyes in her direction.

“Something like that,” she insinuated warily. 

“What do you suppose those things were eating?” Michael asked, investigating the walls of the cave more closely.

“Don’t know. Never heard of anything in these caves that any sea creature would find edible,” said Charlie, joining him.

“So those things were once bloodsuckers… leeches?” confirmed Eva.

“Still are. Just much, much bigger than they should be,” Michael said.

“Those aren’t in the bay, are they?” Her mouth twisted downward as she thought about what she was asking.

“God I hope not,” droned Charlie. Just thinking about it made his stomach turn.

“My guess would be no,” thought Michael. “I’m sure there would have been reports of monsters in the lake by now if they were. Which begs the question, where exactly are they hanging out? And just how many of them are there?”

“Better inform the sheriff, just in case,” said Charlie.

“Yeah, good idea,” agreed Michael.

“The local police know about all this crazy stuff too?” Eva clarified.

“Um. Not all of them. Just the town sheriff. She’s from the Isle,” Charlie answered, curious as to why Eva would care if the police knew about the supernatural. 

Michael ran his hand over the surface of the wall. “What is this stuff?” Rust colored specks spackled the entire cave wall. He scraped bits of the substance into a plastic bag he had stored in his diving suit.

“Whatever this is, I’m guessing it’s what transformed those leeches,” guessed Charlie.

“They were clearly addicted to it,” Michael remarked.

“Plus they can now move on land and in water,” Charlie added. “We’re going to have to keep watch I think, even after warning the sheriff. We can’t have those things showing up on beaches…” Charlie stopped himself. “I mean that
I
will keep a look out.”

Michael averted his brother’s gaze and did not reply, but did nod just slightly. This was Charlie’s subtle way of accepting that he was leaving the Isle. Michael was really going to leave the Isle… “Once we get home I’ll run some tests,” he said after collecting what he hoped would be a sufficient amount of the rust colored leech food. “See if I can figure out what this stuff is.”

After a few minutes, they began the trek back towards their diving gear.

“Do you think this stuff is why our parents were down here?” asked Michael, as quietly as he could, hoping Eva would not overhear.

“No idea. I don’t think we’re going to get the answers we came looking for today. But at least there’s one less Sea Hag to contend with.”

Slowly and carefully, they made their way back into the water and out of the cave. Charlie used his underwater breathing spell to swim back to the surface, allowing Eva to use his air tank. Once out of the water they headed for the jeep. Michael worked on packing up, while Charlie grabbed the first aid kit to clean and dress Eva’s leg wound, properly. He was surprised that the cut did not look as bad as he’d first thought.

He nervously grasped her leg, letting out a relieved breath when nothing out of the ordinary happened. He’d thought about asking Michael to fix her up, but he’d wanted to see for himself that it was all nothing. Just some freak thing that would never happen again.

“So, do you like being your father’s assistant?” he asked, making small talk while opening a tube containing an antibiotic ointment.

“Sure…”

There was an inflection that made Charlie believe otherwise. “What do you think about your father’s work after today?”

“Actually, today just made it all
quite
real. Not that I haven’t always had complete faith in my father. I always believed him.”

Charlie smirked. “I still remember my first time,” he told her, grinning smugly as he stroked ointment across her calf.

She made a face that begged him to tell her more.

“I was just turning seven. I knew I was a witch, but my parents, they did everything they could to keep us away from the scary stuff. Didn’t want us growing up too fast I guess. One night though I snuck out. Followed my dad into the woods. Let’s just say I got a pretty huge dose of reality and got myself pretty nearly scared out of my wits.”

Eva laughed. “Sorry. I’m sure it wasn’t funny at the time.”

“No. It wasn’t. But I did decide that night that I wanted to be just like my dad. He wasn’t scared at all. Just did his job and headed home like another day’s work was done.”

He finished wrapping a bandage around her leg and put away the first aid kit. “It’s not quite good as new but a lot better than what it was. You might want to get that looked at by a real doctor though.”

“I can almost guarantee there will be no need. I’m the daughter of a plant expert. My dad will mix up some remedy that’ll have it healed up in no time.”