Abuela

“Bring me more. Quickly!” Abuela roared!

Lilliana scurried out of Abuela’s room and off into the hall, down the stairs and doubling back into the kitchen, where a large stockpot filled with gruel boiled violently, spilling it's slop onto a filthy black iron stove. She placed abuela's giant clay soup bowl on the wooden table opposite the stove, then dipped the big wooden ladle in the soup and stirred.

Lilliana looked at her reflection in the worn and stained metal tile finish of the wall behind the stove.

She wasn't pretty anymore. Not since Abuela took Lilliana from her parents. Her hair matted now, when once she was young her hair draped gracefully over her shoulders, black and shimmering. Her black eyes had once drawn stares but were now ringed with black circles. Her face wrinkled and worn, pasty white, lips parched, mostly hidden by her matted hair. She wore a stained blue house dress that clung to her bones; bones that poked through her skin like junk filling a Hefty garbage bag. It seemed to her that her breasts would grow no larger than the pimples they were.

Puberty would never be the same for her as it would be for so many other girls

The gruel continued to pour over the side.

It was the only way to make this gruel right abuela said. Bring it to a boil and keep it there. Simmering won't stop the demons, boiling them will. To kill them though, you had to eat them. And abuela did. Everyday she ate demons, as she called them. Everyday. Always as a soup. She hated the soup, but it had to be done. The demons were out there and as long as she was alive and still had her powers, she would eat them

The soup boiled but wasn't filled with enough meat. “Anton!” Lilliana called down the stairs to the basement. “Anton! I need some more meat for the soup. She turned back to the pot on the stove, leaving the door open for Anton to drag up some more meat from the freezer.

Anton was this tall lanky black guy, with a big head and black Einstein hair, wearing a long black t-shirt, faded blue jeans and pink Keds sneakers.

Anton was abuela's manservant. He did all the repair and heavy work around the house. As well as dragging bags full of demons up from the freezer when Lilliana needed them. He did all the gruesome work on them too. He found them, brought them home and kept them in cages, then killed them and chopped them up. Though Anton was mostly silent all the time, occasionally whispering something to you in your ear, she could hear him talking to them. Lilliana would ask what they would say and wished she could go down and talk to them too. He always said no. He would always say that what the demons said wasn't so important

Then why do you talk to them?

Oh, just something to do before I kill them I guess. It calms them. I like them calm. They thrash around less when I’m cutting them up.

On this day, though, Anton agreed to take her down later to speak with the last one before he killed it

Lilliana returns to Abuela with her soup.

Describe big and ugly grandma. This is Abuela’s big intro!!!

They talk. Abuela tells more about these demons she must eat and how they hide in little bodies to fool everyone but the most knowledgeable and aware

Anton takes Lilliana down to the basement, where she is introduced to the demon a little girl of about ten who calls herself Trisha. Lilliana talks with Trisha, asking her questions about her life at home. What her parents are like. Her home. Her friends. Her toys. School. Does she like boys? Trisha often whimpers, afraid of Anton. Lilliana tells her that Anton is really a sweet guy. He just has a job to do As they talk, Anton paces by, after chopping at meat in the back room, putting it in the freezer, then returning, bending down to Lilliana who sits outside the cage on the soot covered floor with Trisha, and reminding her . . .

“Trisha is a demon, don't let her fool you.” Anton walks away up the steps.

Lilliana asked her outright . . . are you a demon

What's a demon Trisha asked.

She sobbed uncontrollably. She doesn't understand. She did nothing wrong. Why was she taken. What were they going to do to her?

Anton watches from the open door of the cutting room

Trisha asks about the locked door. Lilliana tells her it is where all of Abuela's secrets are hidden

Lilliana wants to know more about the games Trisha plays.

Lilliana lets her out to play, closing the basement door. They play awhile but Lilliana doesn’t recognize her own strength and so Trisha finds the play to rough. Together they press their ears to the secret closet door. They can only imagine. Lilliana tells what she knows about Abuela’s past. That she was a Bruja, and she made clothes for a living, clothes that some said had magical powers. To wear her clothing could be either good or bad luck, no one ever knew. And so the people of her small town in PR exiled her. What happened to all the clothes she made? Perhaps that is her secret.

The bell from Abuela rings out, deafening them. Lilliana runs, dragging Trisha into the cage and leaving her crying. Anton calls down from the top of the stairs to the kitchen. Lilliana fills another bowl from the seething pot on the stove then hurries back up the stairs to tend to Abuela, as Anton unloads another bag of demon meat into the pot While Lilliana sits with Abuela on her bed, feeding her, she looks out of the window to the empty streets.

Their home was a condemned tenement in Brooklyn, the only one on the block left standing. The building was surrounded on all sides by a debris ridden one-acre lot. In the distance she could see children playing in the schoolyard, from which Anton had found and taken two demons in the last year Lilliana turns to Abuela and asks. Do you ever wonder if you've chosen the wrong child Abuela looked up from her soup bowl? Her eyes glistened when opened so wide. Suddenly her head grew twice its size and thrust forward to meet Lilliana's. Abuelas exposed monster teeth, the ones she needed to chew the demons well but hid in her gums behind her mortal set, and sneered at Lilliana.

Saliva and blood dripped down from her stained fangs, a horrible stench from her breath warmed her face and made Lilliana turn away, sick and afraid Abuela relaxed, sitting back. Her head shrunk back to normal size, her teeth slowly retracted, allowing her to speak again. “Lilliana. Your mother and father wondered the same thing when I went to them with the truth. I told them what some children had become in the wombs of their unsuspecting mother. That two of their own children might be demons. And when I found them to be so, they fought me, until I killed them all. Except you, Lilliana. You were born free of demons. They had not found you because you were supposed to die in your mother’s womb. But you survived.

Don't doubt my powers, Lilliana. Don't doubt my knowledge, wisdom and awareness. I know that it may all seem amazing and fantastic, and terribly cruel and morbid, but the horror's we live with must be found and our world cleansed. Trust me, Lilliana.

Lilliana bolted from the room crying

Lilliana sat in the kitchen with Anton, who had made them both some hot tea. Lilliana asked Anton if he ate the soup too. No! Only her grandmother could, because if a mortal drank demon remains, they would be possessed themselves, and she would have to kill and eat them also. Demon infested adults were much more difficult to deal with. Younger mystics could deal with them better than an old ugly fart like Abuela. Perhaps Lilliana would one day be groomed to carry on Abuela’s mission.

Lilliana asked Anton if he was ever afraid they were making a mistake. That they might be killing innocent children

I used to, Lilliana. For a very long time I was doubtful of what I was doing for your Grandmother.

Did you ever say anything to her?

No! Oh no! I'm sure she knew everything I thought, as she knows all that you have in your mind, and anyone else’s that she cares to invade. But I never said anything to her

Then you're no longer doubtful?

Those doubts are all gone. I trust your grandmother, as you should too. And you will. . . eventually.

Lilliana went back down to the basement without Anton's permission to speak with Trisha in whispers, hiding behind a column beside the cage, while Anton hammered away at the meat in the cutting room down the hall. Trisha asked all the questions. Asking about Lilliana's own past. Her own childhood. Lilliana becomes sad and feels strongly for Trisha.

Trisha asks what a demon is. Lilliana explains. Trisha wonders how could she be one. She does nothing but go to school, play with her friends and play with her toys. Anton pokes his head out to listen, believing he hears voices, but then goes back to work

Lilliana walked quietly down the hall to the cutting room, never having seen inside the room before. She had never seen a demon dismembered. She stepped in and watched in horror, as Anton chopped away at the body of a small child. She looked away, sickened, and saw a sledgehammer leaning against the wall in the corner of the room.

Trisha reached for it and lifted it over Anton's head. Anton turned and saw her, as Lilliana brought the hammer crashing down on Anton’s big head, mashing it to pieces like a ripe pumpkin at Thanksgiving. He fell to the ground. She knelt down to check if he was breathing, leaning close to him. His eyes opened wide and she pulled back Lilliana, whispered Anton.

Lilliana. You should've listened to your Grandmother

His eyes closed and she assumed he was dead

Lilliana ran down the hall to the cage, keys in hand that she had taken off the hook in the cutting room.

She unlocked the cage as Trisha's face brightened. Trisha scurried from the cage, holding Lilliana's hand as they hurried up the strairs to the kitchen. The kitchen door to the backyard wouldn't open. Lilliana wasn't allowed out and she never saw how Anton left the house. All the doors were bolted Abuela's bell went off Abuela knew

A great roar rattled the plaster walls. Cracks like lightning opened them up. The house shook. And like thunder, there was a constant slow pounding that came from above, causing the whole house to quiver. Abuela had become a monster.

She was stalking them. My God! What is that asked Trisha

My grandmother said Lilliana.

Lilliana and the girl run down to the basement, to the locked door that keeps Abuela's secrets. She smashes the lock and enters a room filled with mementos of Abuela. Abuela goes in after them, confronting herself, she dies Lilliana battles her Grandmother. Lilliana wins and frees the girl Trisha thanks Lilliana, sprouts a demons reptilian wings and flies away, laughing

Lilliana finishes her story, pointing out how she had taken on her demon hunting chores