Tom cocked his head, a brow raising. “I’ll at least leave you with something to eat,” he explained. He wasn’t the type to leave someone high and dry – even if they just held him at gunpoint. “They needed me for some spell. My blood, I think. I mean, I don’t really know if I’m 100% safe, but there’s no reason to not live life normally, right?” He explained, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. Tom’s gut wrenched when he heard of the girl’s possession & exorcism. He’d read about it in books and seen it in movies and TV, but never thought it was actually real. “Wow, that’s…wow,” he muttered, unable to come up with better words to describe his feelings. “I mean, I’m one of those supernatural creatures, so I wouldn’t be surprised if someone mistakes me for one of my doppelgangers and comes after me at some point. From what I remember they’re not human, so…” Tom’s voice trailed, his eyes finding the woman’s face once more.
Cara let the matter of food drop for now, instead focusing on what he said about the witches needing blood for a spell, and how he attempted to live a normal life in spite of the fact that he might still be in danger. She had to commend him for that. She wasn’t sure she would be able to do the same if their situations were reversed. He then reacted to the fact that Lilah had been possessed, and she tried to further explain, “You have to understand that, when a demon uses a human as a host, they use their own power to keep it intact regardless of any injury done to it. And in the end, if it becomes too damaged, they can simply hop into another one. Once they do that – or if they’re exorcised from said body – whatever power was holding it together is gone. Every bruise, every cut, every broken bone makes itself known all at once. And the longer the demon possesses someone, the more damage is done. Lilah had weeks of it slam into her all at once.” For Cara, it had been over a year’s worth. She met the man’s gaze as he explained that his doppelgängers weren’t human, that it was possible he’d be mistaken for them in the future, and she asked, “If they’re not human, what are they? And I take it, whoever they are, they have their own fair share of enemies.”
“Oh my God,” he gasped, unable to hide the shock on his face. He knew there were demons in the world, but didn’t know how much damage they could inflict. “I guess that makes sense with her injuries, then. Will she remember anything?” Tom asked, genuinely curious. He could imagine how incredibly traumatic that could be, both for the body and the mind. He ran his hands through his hair before his hand lingered at the nape of his neck. “Well, from what I understand, one’s a vampire and another is a witch of some sort? I heard the witchy guy is pretty dangerous, but the only thing I honestly only know for sure is that we share a face,” he explained, his lips pulling into a goofy expression. “I can only assume they have enemies, given their status as immortal supernatural beings. They’ve probably both been on this planet at least four times longer than I have, if not much longer.”
