Famine in French Vanilla (Soccer Moms of the Apocalypse Book 2) by Suzan Harden

Author:Suzan Harden [Harden, Suzan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Angry Sheep Publishing
Published: 2022-07-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Cold wind and the demons inside the Richards family charged into Francine’s kitchen.

“Kill the hunter,” the demon possessing Jermaine growled. “I’ll take care of the Horseman.” It charged across the kitchen area.

“That’s Soccer Mom to you,” Francine shot back. She shouldered her scales like a baseball bat.

“Heads up!” Karen launched a very full water balloon at the demon’s back. She must have found Brittany’s stash in the basement.

The demon dove out of the way. Francine didn’t have time to duck. The water balloon hit her square in the chest and exploded.

Before she could blink the water out of her eyes, something heavy smashed into her head. Wood cracked. If she were normal right now, her skull would have caved in. She rolled to right, swiping the holy water from her eyes as she moved.

The demon wearing Jermaine held half of her antique maple table Great-aunt Ruth had given to her and Neal for their wedding. The demon raised the table to slam the jagged edge into her.

She grabbed Jermaine’s leg and shifted her vision. Jermaine was in there, his garnet soul chipped at the edges and surrounded by a cloud of soot. Sherlyn was sick. Cancer. He wasn’t sure he could go on without her. And they had confessed about her medical condition to the boys last night.

Crap. No wonder the Richards were easy pickings for the demons.

Francine reached inside for the demon soot and scraped it out of Jermaine. Her vision shifted back to reality as an unconscious Jermaine landed on top of her. Demon smoke swirled next to the ceiling, but Karen wasn’t reciting the exorcism prayer.

Climbing to her feet, Francine found out why. The demon in Sherlyn held the demon hunter bent backwards over the breakfast bar, choking her. Karen grabbed the closest thing at hand, which unfortunately was the jack o’lantern cookie jar Grandma Coy had made for Francine. The demon hunter whacked the cookie over Sherlyn’s head. The jar shattered, but it didn’t stop the demon inside Sherlyn from throttling Karen.

Sable kept the other two demons back. However, the horse stomped on appliances and cracked ceramic floor tiles left and right in order to prevent the demons from piling on Karen.

Francine snatched her scales from the floor and threw them through the demon hovering near the ceiling. Once again, a bright flash of light filled the kitchen. The scales landed with a metallic clatter in the sink. Ash fell in soft flakes over the broken flooring. She leapt over the breakfast bar and jerked the second demon off Karen.

Sherlyn’s soul was a soft golden topaz, and unlike Jermaine’s, it had a large crack through the middle. Francine repeated the same scraping maneuver to clear the demon out of Sherlyn’s body. Her neighbor turned into a deadweight in her arms.

“Karen?”

“Still here,” the demon hunter wheezed.

“I need the exorcism prayer to hold that—” Francine jabbed her index finger at the demon swirling around the kitchen ceiling. “—while I deal with the other two.” She reached over, grabbed a water balloon, and smashed it on top of Karen’s head.

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