"Kimmy!" He cried. "You have to fight it! I know you're in there!" Except I wasn't. I was floating somewhere by the ceiling, silently berating him for being a numbskull, while the demon, or fire spirit, or deity was using my body to try to incinerate him. I wondered if this would teach him to be less sloppy. Probably not. I decided, as the thing controlling my body blew up my uncle's favorite bust. I wondered how long it would take him to notice the knife-like necklace I had been trying to put away, but was now fastened securely around my neck.
"The amulet of Rife!" Uncle Xander cried, his eyes finally landing on my throat. "Of course, Malfe, high priestess of Rife. I should have known."
"You are a fool, Xander Shade." Malfe spat from my body. "And you shall die." Uncle Xander's eyes were cold.
"I am a fool, for banishing you rather than destroying you as I did your master." Uncle Xander declared. I grinned. She was in trouble now. Uncle Xander might be a slob, but he was also one of the most powerful sorcerers left on the planet. Spells and curses flew. Uncle Xander's hands moved in a blur, conjuring a protective shield around him. A chain materialized out of nowhere and coiled itself around Malfe. Then it glowed white hot and melted away. Malfe began laughing, but I knew any second... A crack appeared in the glass over his face, then the glass prison shattered. Malfe went instantly back on the offensive.
I was getting impatient. Uncle Xander wasn't doing much more than blocking and waving. I appreciated that he was trying to avoid hurting my body, but I really wished he would hurry it up. Being disembodied wasn't all that great, especially when I could only watch the room be destroyed. I was going to have to clean this up. I just knew it.
I was expecting Uncle Xander to have some kind of spell to remove Malfe from my body. So I was as shocked as Malfe when Uncle Xander shot forward, past Malfe's attacks and seized her, me, by the throat. He held her up with one hand, and tore the necklace away with the other. I snapped back into my body. It was jarring. And I couldn't breath for a moment because of my uncle's hand. Uncle Xander let me go and I fell to my knees. Everything felt heavy. I had a pounding headache. I looked at my hands. No burns, even though I'd been tossing fire around like baseballs a moment before. I looked up at Uncle Xander.
"You okay?" He asked.
"My head hurts." I answered drily.
"Maybe this will teach you not to touch things you shouldn't." Uncle Xander stated sternly.
I shot to my feet. "NO!" I shouted. He was not pinning this on me. "It will teach you to stop leaving magical artifacts in the living room!" Uncle Xander's jaw dropped open. He did not usually get this kind of reaction when he saved someone. "I was cleaning up because we have guests coming over!" I pointed at him angrily. "Guests who know nothing about magic!" I swayed on my feet. I wasn't feeling too well. "I'm going to go lie down." I stumbled to the door. Then glanced back at Uncle Xander. "They get here at six. You'd better get cleaning."
Uncle Xander blinked and looked around. "How am I supposed to get this clean by six?" He demanded.
"Use black magic for all I care!" I snapped back, and stomped to my room. I only tripped three times on the way there.
Okay, so this is more of a scene...