My Life in Wednesday With a Vampire System

Chapter 150 149 : Exorcism

Jericho Church stood quiet under the late hour, its interior lights dimmed, the silence settled and undisturbed until the front door opened.

The priest stepped out, rubbing his arms, clearly pulled from rest, his expression carrying the mild irritation of someone expecting a minor emergency at worst, something routine.

Then headlights cut across the front steps as a police car pulled up and stopped. The engine went quiet.

Sheriff Santiago stepped out, blood running along her ear and staining her clothes.

The priest noticed immediately, his irritation gone.

"Sheriff… what happened to you?"

Before she could say anything, the back door opened. Wednesday stepped out, followed by Ethan. He reached into the car, pulled out a body, and slung it over his shoulder.

A rough bag covered the girl's head, her limbs restrained, yet her body moved in small, uneven jerks, not trying to escape but pressing against the limits as if something inside was testing them.

"Sheriff," the priest said slowly, stepping closer, his eyes narrowing as he tried to understand what he was looking at, "this isn't a burial matter."

"You'll see," Santiago replied, already moving past him, her tone leaving no room for argument as she stepped inside with Ethan and Wednesday following.

The priest turned after them, confusion deepening as he watched Ethan lower the body onto one of the chairs and begin securing her more firmly, tightening the restraints.

"What is happening here?" he asked, his voice tense as he took in the blood and the sight of a little girl tied up.

Ethan didn't answer. He didn't like this. His solution had been simple—burn her and end it before it got worse—but the sheriff had refused and insisted on an exorcism, which was why they were here.

"Why are you tying a little girl like this?" the priest demanded.

Wednesday, clearly annoyed by the questioning, stepped forward and pulled the bag off the girl's head, letting him see for himself why she was restrained.

The priest saw her face.

He recoiled instantly, one hand snapping up as he made the sign of the cross, his composure breaking as recognition struck before understanding.

"God bless us," he muttered under his breath.

The girl's head tilted slowly, her lips curling into a smile that didn't belong to a child, her eyes fixed on him with something aware and deliberate behind them.

"Yeah… bitch, bless us."

The priest took a step back, his hand still half-raised as he stared at the girl. Whatever he had expected, it wasn't this. He had never seen a face like that on a child, something so wrong and aware at the same time.

"Sheriff," he said, his voice tightening, his eyes fixed on her, "what is happening here?"

Santiago didn't answer immediately, her jaw set, her hand still pressed against her ear as she forced herself to stay focused.

"It's possession," she said. "And we need it out of her."

The priest shook his head slightly, not in denial, but in resistance to how direct it sounded.

"You're saying that too easily," he replied, his tone sharpening as he looked between them. "Do you understand what you're asking?" the priest said, his voice tightening. "Exorcism isn't something just anyone performs. This requires training, preparation—"

"We need an exorcism," Wednesday said, her voice calm and precise. "If removal is possible, the entity should be contained rather than dispersed."

The priest stared at her as if she had said something absurd.

"Contain it," he repeated. "You think this is some kind of procedure, like removing a parasite and putting it in a bottle?"

His gaze shifted back to the girl as she strained against the restraints, her body jerking in short, controlled bursts.

"Exorcism isn't guaranteed," the priest continued, his voice steadier now, grounded in experience. "And it's not clean. If the host is too far gone, the body doesn't survive the process."

The girl let out a low, broken laugh, her head tilting slightly as her lips curled.

"Mm… you're late," she said, her voice dragging, layered with something deeper beneath it. "This one's already gone."

"There's nothing left to save," she added, her tone almost conversational. "All you can do now is kill the body."

"Go on," she said softly, then let out a sharp, distorted laugh that echoed unnaturally through the church. "Kill me."

Her eyes darkened as she leaned forward against the bindings.

"I'll watch her fall all the way down," she continued, her voice slipping between tones, child and something else overlapping. "And when this one breaks, I'll find another."

"And you… bloodsucker," the girl said, her eyes locking onto Ethan, her voice sharpening. "Next time, I take your head."

Ethan stepped forward without reacting to the threat.

"You're welcome to try," he said. "First, get out of this one."

His hand moved, driving straight through her chest. Blood burst out in a thick, wet spray, splattering across his arm and the floor, the sound of tearing meat cutting through the church.

The priest staggered back, recoiling from the sudden violence, his face draining as he stared at the blood pouring from the girl.

"What—what are you doing—"

Santiago didn't move for a second, caught between stopping him and trying to understand what he was doing.

Then the girl's body reacted.

She convulsed violently, her limbs snapping and jerking as if something inside her had come alive, firing through her nerves. Her back arched hard enough to lift her off the ground, the restraints pulling tight as her muscles spasmed under the skin.

This was what Ethan came for.

Not to save her the usual way.

To tear the demon out.

To drag it into something it couldn't escape from.

Her mouth stretched open wider than it should, the scream breaking apart into something uneven and choking, like it was being cut off from inside. Blood spilled from her lips as her eyes rolled, the sound turning wet and distorted as whatever was inside her was forced out, crushed, dragged, and trapped.

Ethan didn't pull his hand back.

He held it there, forcing it to finish.

"Why don't you laugh now," he said, his tone flat.

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