The GEC gig 2

[singindemonhq]

I've talked to Demetria about the GECs They aren't demons. I'm pretty sure the humans made them, and they got out of that laboratory that we raided earlier.



They seem to hunt some supernatural creatures - and some supernatural creatures hunt GECs, too - especially werewolves. I'm not keen on meat, but from what I hear GECs are delicious, enough so the wolven would rather hunt them than anything else. They act like a kind of tonic, too.

There's a flip-side to that, it's the new- made were-wolves, the newly bitten, who tend to start chewing up their neighbours. GECs run in packs and a group can sometimes take out an inexperienced werewolf.

I figured that it was kind of balancing, but Demetria thought that the GECs might start the humans off witch-hunting anyway.

Once humans get to the mobs with burning torches stage you can't get staff and there's nowhere to go in the evenings. When I thought about it, she was probably right. I'd got much more to worry about than that, anyway.

There are bunch of soul-stealing demons in town - and they'd got Erynne. It's been sending me twitchy. I'd kind of got used to being with her.

They were holed up in a Haunted House that they'd used as a base, and it looked as though they could use some real powerful mojos against anything that tried to get at them. After I'd talked with Demetria I kept getting that feeling that I'd forgotten something, and worrying at it. Last thing I'd said to her was

I can bring whole cities to ruin
but pest control ain't usually my doing...



The GECs are being a nuisance,
And it seems they're doing harm,
And that could lead the humans,
To raise a mob in alarm,
So I looked on-line at E-Bay,
And I looked through the Watcher's shop,
And I checked through the latest grimores,
For the ways to make them stop.

When I thought back over the stories,
From those I know of old,
I remembered a spell
that was played to a pipe
and a poem that was told,
Sunnydale don't scan too well,
And that can be a pity,
But Hamelin town scanned better,
When the rats were drawn from the city,

The piper cast a widened thrall,
Spun from the stuff of dreams,
(And they danced away to illusion's call,
Nothing is what it seems.)
The rats danced on to dreams of cheese,
and all that they liked to eat,
and all the rats in the city,
boogied away down the street.

when the piper came to the river,
the tune piped the rats on in,
(and the townsfolk thought them
drowning - forgetting that rats can swim.
(We say he opened a portal
and sent the rats far away,
and the place that got the rodents
are our enemies to this day.)

That was when I realised I could think of a use for the GECs, and a way to get rid of some of them. It was risky, of course.