nothing left for me to figure out - Devour fic - PG13

[tigriswolf]

Title: nothing left for me to figure out
Fandom: Devour
Disclaimer: only Jake and his parents(both sets) aren’t mine. just for fun. Title from “Not Ready To Make Nice” by the Dixie Chicks.
Warnings: spoilers for movie
Pairings: none
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 870
Point of view: third

Katerina McClellan always knew there was something off about that boy. Watching the Channel 12 News, she’s not surprised at all. 

It’d been a long time since she thought about him, not since she left Washington, in fact. He was a gorgeous child, kind and sweet, always ready to help—but she knew. She looked in those large hazel eyes and she knew he had the devil in him, just waiting to leap out.

Like her mother before her, Katerina watched the portents, read in the stars the future. And that boy, with his innocent smile, was Lucifer’s own spawn. Though it was her duty, Katerina could not kill him—there were protections woven in the air around him, strong magics the like of which she’d never seen.

She did try, though. The spell bounced back and almost destroyed her. After that, she only watched.

-

The boy walked into her classroom at the beginning of the school-year, looking young and innocent, like all fourth graders do. His blond hair was fairly long, his hazel eyes huge, and the expression on his face was designed to make women melt.

But Katerina knew what he was and she wasn’t fooled. Her mama told her to be on the lookout for the child—and there he was. His adorable, little boy grin didn’t hide from her what he was: devilspawn.

Her family had been watching for one like him since the Dark Ages, always ready to do the Lord’s work. Each new generation was taught the old ways, in preparation.

And now he had walked into her classroom, eyes guileless and beautiful.

She hated him on sight.

-

Katerina has never been fond of children; there’s a reason she’s never had her own. Becoming a teacher—especially of young kids—was not what anyone ever expected of her.

But she was called to do the Lord’s work, like her mother before her, and the Lord wanted her at that school in Cheever Lake, Washington. So she went and she played nice with the children, teaching them social studies and math, English and science. She wasn’t beloved but nor was she hated.

And she waited for five years, until he showed up.

-

That night, she called Mama. “He’s here,” she said.

Mama sucked in a breath. “Watch him, honey,” Mama finally told her. “Don’t make a move until everyone agrees.”

Katerina promised.

-

The year passed swiftly, young Jakob Gray—Heir of Hell—charming all he met; all, that is, but Katerina. She never fell under his spell. He did his best to make her his, but she’d been trained from birth to spot his tricks and countermand them.

She tried to destroy him just the one time; but the magics were thick around him and she called up Mama, explained her failure.

Mama absolved her, said it was too early yet: Watch him, Kat, nothing else.

And the year went. When summer finally came, that last day of school before she was rid of the children, Jakob—devilspawned evil—approached her quietly, softly.

“I don’t know why you hate me,” he told her, “but I’m sorry.”

She stared at him, seeing the darkness peering out of his beautiful eyes. “I know what you are,” she responded, itching to throw a spell or curse.

He looked at her quizzically. “I’m just a kid.”

She scoffed and ignored him. Finally, he left.

-

It was two more years before Katerina moved away from Washington. Mama told her there was nothing else to be done. “We can’t touch that boy,” Mama rasped through the phone-line. “You can be of more use elsewhere.”

So she went, moved down the Gulf Coast and dealt with evil things. She tried to forget Jakob Gray, forget the evil that was within her reach—the evil she failed to kill. The evil in a form so gorgeous and innocent that the world would have no idea until it was too late.

Her failure simmered in her gut, made her bitter and angry. Mama and Granny both told her it couldn’t be helped, that she’d done her best, done all she could. But their words fell on deaf ears, and the Heir of Hell still walked the Earth, still charmed men and women alike.

-

And when she watches the Channel 12 news, seeing that Jakob Gray has been convicted as a serial killer of the nastiest sort, Katerina smiles. Now the world knows him for what he is.

When he escapes at dawn the next morning, leaving half a dozen guards dead in his wake, it makes headlines across the country.

Mama calls, and Katherine. Even Kaitlyn breaks her long silence with the clan. “We hunt at moonrise,” Mama says. “Everyone will be there.”

Katerina smiles. “His magics have fallen?”

“Yes,” Mama replies. “According to your granny—and you know she always Sees true—he killed his guardian. Whether a-purpose are not, we don’t know.”

-

Katerina digs into the back of her closet and pulls out Great-Granny’s old knife, the one that has been passed mother to firstborn daughter since Eve. Blessed and silver, with runes twirling about the blade, it is a Godkiller.

Finally, there is a chance to use it and destroy that boy at last.

Comments

[jaded-jamie.livejournal.com]

Ah very good, especially the ending, great work.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you!

[alykayt.livejournal.com]

Aww... I don't want Jake to die. I'm going to imagine that he gets the better of Katerine and takes over the world.
That is so sad that that's my idea of a happy ending... I'm twisted. :)
Anyway, Katerine's a nice fleshed character with a whole world and past with her.
Cool idea, great fic.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much!!!

[belleimani.livejournal.com]

Fantastic as always.

[tigriswolf]

Thank you for reading!

[belleimani.livejournal.com]

You're welcome!