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I shake my head. “Not a clue, it just came to me.”
I see a mist trying to slither its way towards him again so I leap in front of him and swipe at it. “Get away from him!” I shout and it slinks off into a dark corner of the building.
When I look back at Finn I see him grinning. “What?” I ask.
“Look at you, Petal. My little hero.” He puts his hand on my head to ruffle my hair and I push him away, still in shock from the dead body lying a few feet away from us. Finn really is far too used to death. He pulls me back, taking the razor that I still have clutched in my fist and folding it closed.
“Put this away, silly woman. You’ll end up hurting yourself.”
I don’t protest because he’s right. I almost nicked myself with it twice already.
Footsteps pound down the aisle, with Rita running towards us carrying a spray bottle in each hand, the kind used for cleaning products. I sputter a manic, involuntary laugh at the sight of her, but the humour evaporates when one of the stained glass windows shatters through and a brick comes crashing to the floor just shy of us.
The next thing we know, several chaos possessed people come through the main entrance of the church. It’s weird, because it’s almost like they know we’re in here and are coming specifically for us.
“Never a dull moment,” Finn mutters.
“What should we do?” I ask, as Rita shoves one of the spray bottles into my hand and pulls another out of her bag for Finn.
I see a mist moving towards Finn’s arm so I dive forward, squirting the liquid at it. It emits a strange squealing sound and disintegrates into nothing. The sound is awful. It makes my ears go pop.
“Ugh, that’s a horrible noise,” says Rita, voicing my own sentiments and doing a little shiver as though shaking it off.
“There they are,” shouts one of the men who’ve just come inside the church. “Get them!” he orders and the others descend on us.
“Ah shit,” says Finn, pulling a gun out from the inside pocket of his coat. He aims it at the group headed our way. “Back the fuck up or I’ll shoot,” he warns, his voice steady.
The one who seems to be the ringleader laughs and they continue coming at us. I’m still staring at Finn in shock that he has a gun. Normally I see him with a stake or a bow and arrow for killing vampires, but I guess there’s nothing better than a good old fashioned shooter when it comes to fighting humans. Especially the supernaturally crazy kind.
I only realise that more of them have come in through the back door when a woman creeps up behind Rita and yanks down hard on her hair, calling her a tramp.
“Get off her,” I say, lunging forward and squirting my spray bottle at her like the world’s least scary chaos killer. The woman shrieks when the spray hits her face and she backs away, her hands curled up in front of her like claws.
“Ow, I think she pulled some hair out of the roots,” Rita whines, rubbing at her scalp.
On the other side of me Finn has his gun in one hand and the spray bottle in the other. He holds the gun out, while simultaneously spraying at the men who are trying to get at him. I think I hear a weird, melodious cackle coming from somewhere up in the chancel where the organ is kept, but it must have been one of the crazy humans because I can’t see anyone up there. I let my eyes scan the room, counting four men and three women altogether.
“That’s it, I’m going to get the chaos out of them,” I say.
“How?” Rita asks, turning her neck to me. Somehow we’ve found ourselves standing back to back, with Finn just in front of us.
“Something came to me earlier,” I explain. “If I put my hands to their chests the mist leaves their bodies. Come to think of it, you’ll be able to do it too. I’m certain it’s a witch thing.”
Rita’s eyes light up. “Really? That’s so cool. Come on, let’s have at them then. Finn, watch our backs and don’t hesitate to shoot the fuckers if they try to jump on us.”
“Right you are,” Finn replies, keeping an eye on each of them in turn.
I hold the spray bottle out in warning to one of the women and she cowers away from me. I rush forward and press my hands to her centre, while Rita does the same to the man beside her. Immediately the mists flee, gushing out through their mouths. It gives me a true case of the heebie jeebies. The others are too afraid of getting sprayed to come any closer to us, but they do spout some pretty creative insults to pass the time.
“This is nuts. When did you figure out how to do this?” Rita asks, as we move towards the next couple.
“I’ve been getting these visions recently,” I say. “A book opens in my head and presents me with the answer I’m looking for.”
The man I’m approaching grunts and swings for me, but he stumbles back when I spray him in the face. I put my hands to his chest and again the mist flies out of him.
“Oh you lucky fucking bitch,” Rita swears. “That’s a rare one.” She shakes her head in annoyance.
“A real turn up for the books,” Finn adds humorously, having been listening in.
