Smoke?

-It's empty, Laura sighed, to everyone's greatest disappointment.

-Well too bad. Maybe we should try another one.

Suddenly, Laura saw something come out of the bottle. Something dark, like smoke, heading straight for her face. Before she could do anything, she felt the smoke enter her mouth, causing her to gasp.

-Everything alright? asked Matt.

-Did you see that? asked Laura.

-See what?

Laura looked at her friends. Did she dream that? Nobody seemed to have noticed the dark smoke that had entered her mouth.

-I...nothing. Let's go downstairs.

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Ten minutes later, Laura was locked up in the bathroom, leaning over the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror with a confused look, her face covered in sweat. Since she had opened that bottle, she had felt weird. Something in her body felt off, but she couldn't tell what.

-What's happening, she whispered absently, shaking, as if she had a fever.

She shivered and looked down at her hand that was holding to the sink, only to gasp in horror at the sight.

Instead of her feminine hand, there was now a horrific bony hand, with long claws. She cried in surprise, cold shivers running all over her body.

-What the fuck!

Before she could say anything more, her hand had gone back to normal. She looked at it in silence, her mouth ajar, for a moment. What was going on? Could she be hallucinating?

-Okay, Laura, you're dreaming. Magic is not real, don't make a fool of yourself. You're just a bit tired. You're just a bit aaagh...

Before she could finish her sentence, her head started moving uncontrollably, with spasms. Her eyes rolled in her sockets while she could feel her mind drift away.

No...please...it's taking over...I don't wanna...don't wanna...aaaagh...

When her head stopped shaking, the face that was now reflecting in the mirror had little to do with Laura's. It was white like chalk, with large horns on top, her mouth frozen in a growl full of anger and hatred, revealing her large fangs. Laura was no longer in control of that body. The demon's mouth twisted into something that looked like a scary smile, as it could hear the voices of these young people dancing, a couple rooms further. They were about to meet a tragic end tonight.

-Laura? Can I use the bathroom?

The demon turned towards the door. Deborah's voice had echoed through it. After a couple seconds of concentration, the demonic face disappeared and a moment later, the demon looked exactly like the young and sexy woman again. It would have to keep this appearance, at least long enough not to raise suspicion from her next victim. Slowly, the demon headed for the door.