Control (Michael Clifford Demon AU)

Controlled;; Chapter 1;;

"Only when the wind blows, will you feel my presence before you acknowledge my being there."

A quote from an old book that sat on the desk in my grandfathers study.
It laid open on that very page encased in a glass prison, practically begging to be let out.

The maids were to afraid to move it, let alone touch it, leaving it with pounds of dust. They would remove every book on the shelves to dust but wouldn't touch this small journal like novel.

Staring at the embroidered plaque at the bottom of the case, and licking my thumb to wipe the dust off I leaned down and squinted, pushing my glasses up my nose.

"The diary of Michael Clifford, alleged demon. Burned alive in the town square in 1812."

Is what it read, I scrunched my eyebrows together and spun around in grandpa's chair so I faced the book case and raked it with my eyes.

I had read every book on that wall, many times. Front to back and have every one memorized.

Yet never read anything about Michael Clifford. Read about his so called Enemies Luke Hemmings and Ashton Irwin.

But nothing on Michael.

"Why the hell would you even leave this house to me if I can't even find the key to this dang case!" I yelled out to particularly no one as I slammed my head down onto my folded arms. "You were always so fucking complicated grandpa!"

"You shouldn't scream, Marigold." A voice came from the doorway.

My head shot up just to see my friend Calum.

"Fuck off Hood."

"Nor, should you swear." He spoke as he began to walk towards me. "Its an old house, you could disrupt the spirits, and even piss some off."

"Spirits don't exist, Calum." I stated snarkily stomping my feet down and standing up, only coming to his chest. "This is the real world, not an episode of supernatural, all that heebie jeebie bullshit isn't real."

He laughed, engulfing me in a warm hug. "Whatever you say, goldielocks."

"Don't call me that, you dog."

"Why do you always call me a dog?"

"Because you always smell like one! And it gets worse when you're drenched."

Someone clearing their throat at the doorway caused us to break away from our embrace.

"Miss Marigold, your mothers requested you, I believe it's pretty important,  she mentioned it was urgent."

I snorted in response, flopping back down into the chair behind me.

"Yeah, whatever she can wait."

Calum clicked his tongue against his teeth, pulling me back to my feet by my hand.

"Go see what she wants Marigold."

"What could be so important anyway?" I huffed.

"Maybe she found that key you keep whining about." Calum replied with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. I smacked his chest with a glare. "What? You whine about it consistently, you shouldn't even want to touch that book. It's dangerous. Your grandfather has it imprisoned as it should be. DEMONIC books aren't toys, Marigold." The way he spoke about the book made me curious. His words sounded venomous, he probably just didn't want me to read it, but it made me want to read it more.

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Finally, the first chapter is here! Y'all been waiting for like... A whole year. I know it's not long, but it's only the first chapter!

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