El Bruja (Guillermo)

[ROSE MERCER]

Rose was exhausted, having had had a long night at work. The shop had encountered a very wealthy, and a very impatient, client who insisted her entire car be looked through and be ready at by morning. Which would have been no problem, except she brought it in at closing. Still, her and Hiro had been paid triple the usual income, so it was alright, so long as she ignored the blaring migraine pulsing in her head.Damn Bruja.

Rose's tactic of ignoring her brain-roomie was not going well, mostly because Bruja was determined not to be ignored. And so, the mean little witch raged at Rose, giving her not even enough peace to concentrate. It was exhausting, draining, and irritating as shit. "You can't just ignore me forever, Rose. Really, you're being immature." Bruja complained, stabbing the inside of Rose's scull with what felt like a pick axe. Rose burrowed into her couch, ignoring the harpy. After all, even if Rose was crazy, she didn't have to acknowledge it. "Rose, you're not crazy! And we had a deal!" Out of the corner of Rose's eyes, she saw her take form, with her sleek black business suit and long hair. "If you will not cooperate, I'll have to do this by force, Rose."

"Do what?" Rose scowled, before she could stop herself. Fuck. She wasn't suppose to be chatting with this weird figment of her imagination.

"I told you from the start. I need a body! That was the deal! And I will have a body, by any means necessary." Bruja said, getting eerily close to Rose face, hissing in her ear.

Rose turned to look at her, her eyes in frostbite mode. "If you were going to do anything, you would have by now, instead of screaming in my ear for the last two days. So I'll tell you what I'mma do, kay Bruja. I'm going to take some asprin, get a nice glass of wine, and take a hot bath. You get all that?" At the word bath, Bruja grabbed Rose's jaw tightly, her grip like a steel trap.

Well, that was new.

"Little girl... you have a lot to learn." Bruja said, locking her eyes with Rose's. For the first time since leaving the hospital, Rose was struck with a sudden fear, Bruja's golden brown eyes boring into Rose's skull. "Lesson one: When I say something, I mean it. Always." It was like Rose was shrinking, falling into a dark pit of her own mind. But she could see, on a screen of sorts. She could see what she was doing. Why was she moving though? She wasn't trying to move...

Rose watched with horror as she saw her face in a mirror, smirking triumphantly. "Lesson number two," Rose watched herself say, with Bruja's same imperious inflection. The witch used her puppet hand to apply some lipstick. Purple lipstick! THAT WAS ONLY MEANT FOR CLUBBING! "What's yours, is mine. Get use to it, little girl." What the hell did that- She watched as Bruja's mind turned to Guillermo, a memory of his smile.... NO! FUCKING BITCH!

"YOU STAY AWAY FROM HIM! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, BRUJA!" How? How would she do that? Bruja wasn't real....

Real enough to take over Rose's body, put on a fancy bra, make up, shoes, and tight jeans (and thankfully a shell to cover the bra), and head over to Guillermo's apartment. Rose raged in her own mind, a prisoner. Despite Rose's prayers for him not to be home, Guillermo was, washing dishes. Bruja gave a flirtatious purr, smiling richly at Rose's boyfriend. Bitch! "Well... hello there, Lover."



OUTFIT OF BRAIN HOSTAGE-NESS!

[GUILLERMO SALAS-ORTIZ]

Guillermo scrubbed the stubborn crusty substance on a pan in his kitchen. Seth would have known exactly how to get rid of the little bugger. He was always good with stuff like that. Guillermo rolled his eyes at himself, dropping the pan to soak in the sink. He thought bitterly about how Seth had run off. A REAL friend would have gone after him, brought him back. Just as he was thinking he might go to see Seth and bring him home, his front door banged open.
Rose stood there, looking mussed, but dangerously beautiful.
His brows furrowed as she walked inside. There was something very different about her... Was it her attitude?
Her voice caressed him smoothly as she smiled brilliantly.
"Well... hello there, Lover."
Lover?
He took a drink of his beer, glancing at her. She stalked toward him, a glint in her eye. And she really did look hot.
His eyes widened slightly as he swallowed.
Dayum.
As glad as he was that she was accompanying him in what was supposed to be a boring day, Guillermo felt a bit uneasy.
"Hey beautiful. I thought you weren't coming over today. You said, and I quote, "the crazy bitch wants me to fix her car and I'll do it, god damn, but I'm sleeping for 24 hours afterward.""
He made air quotations, grabbing the dishtowel off the counter to dry his hands.
His eyebrow lifted, surveying her carefully. She look the same as ever, if not criminally sexy. Her current look would certainly have had Seth's and many other men's mouths watering. He grinned at her, flashing his white teeth and letting the smile create lines on his face.

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"Hey beautiful. I thought you weren't coming over today. You said, and I quote, "the crazy bitch wants me to fix her car and I'll do it, god damn, but I'm sleeping for 24 hours afterward."" Guillermo inquired, as he spotted her, taking in her appearance.

Rose tried to reach out for him, tried to will her limbs to obey. But it was to no avail. Bruja had complete control. But she couldn't just give in so easy! "Guillermo!" Rose shouted in her own mind, frantic. "Guillermo! It's not me! IT'S NOT ME!" Rose could feel how pleased Bruja was feeling at being called beautiful, striking her anger quickly. "He's talking about me, Psycho Bitch!"

Bruja smiled, raking Rose's blue eyes over Guillermo with a secretive smile. "I changed my mind. Am I intruding?" Bruja formed a pout on Rose's lips. ROSE'S LIPS! Everything about this twisted Rose to the core. Guillermo was going to sleep with Bruja! He was going to sleep with BRUJA! "I was rather hoping we could...." Bruja brought her hijacked blue eyes in the direction of the bedroom. Rose fumed, and she could feel Bruja's wince against the pressure. Good. Bruja brought the eyes back to Guillermo, eying the soapy water with a sudden discomfort. "Well, after you dry your hands of course."

Bruja tried to sway Rose, tried to ease her into the inevitable. Yes, Bruja was going to sleeping with the only man Rose had ever loved. Yes, Rose was going to be a silent witness to this debacle. No, she would not sit quietly, while her own body was used as a weapon against her. Rose raged with every obscenity she could think of, Spanish and English.

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Rose gave him a sly smile and he raised his eyebrows.
"I changed my mind. Am I intruding?"
She pouted instantly and he finished drying his hands. Well, she WAS one to be horribly indecisive. He shrugged, moving closer to her.
"Obviously not. Just cleaning a little."
He embraced her, snuggling her against his chest. How was she not tired? Crazy girl. He kissed her forehead, then pulled away, beginning to wash his dishes again.
"I was rather hoping we could...."
Rose's eyes flicked in the direction of his bedroom. A devious grin spread over Guillermo's face.
She looked back at him, her blue eyes dropping to the sink in a kind of disgust.
"Well, after you dry your hands of course."
That was an odd thing to say.
He rolled his eyes at her odd ways and flicked her with the water before drying his hands.
"It sounds fun, Rose. But you know, Jen stays in there now. With our luck, she'd walk right in. And I wouldn't feel right about going in Seth's room.."
His voice was hesitant, but he leaned down, kissing her.

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How could he not realize this wasn't Rose? She NEVER spoke with that whiny inflection! "Obviously not. Just cleaning a little." Bruja smiled as he pulled her close, though it was short lived as he went back to the dishes. Rose watched as Bruja stared at the water, a mixture of disgust and fear dwelling in her. What was that about? Guillermo seemed intrigued by this new found aversion, playfully flicking the water at her. Rose's body pulled away, shrinking in fear, her heart thumping loudly in her chest.

So, Bruja had a fear...

Interesting.

At Rose's silent realization, Bruja put on a show of ease, leaning faux comfortably in the entrance, her voice still rattled. "Drain that water, won't you please Guillermo... it's gross." Rose was filled with a sudden hope. The way Bruja said Guillermo. It was not with a tongue comfortable with speaking Spanish, no, not how Rose would say his name. It was said like a Gringo.

He would have to hear that!

Bruja frowned at this note, but said no words.

And hark, more hope! Guillermo spoke again, his words cautious. "It sounds fun, Rose. But you know, Jen stays in there now. With our luck, she'd walk right in. And I wouldn't feel right about going in Seth's room.." Maybe they weren't going to do it after all! Yeah, he was kissing her... Bruja couldn't even do that right! Too much force, too greedy with the kissing. Some guys might get off on that, but Guillermo... no, he wouldn't like that. Rose had always been so coy with her kisses! He'd have to see the difference!

Her eyes flashed dangerously, but Bruja put on a seductive smile. "We could lock the door..." Rose hated how Bruja was pressed against Guillermo. It had her in pure agony... "Come on, Lover, don't play coy. We both know I'll win, so come on..." Bruja tugged on Guillermo's arm, pulling him towards the bedroom, her eyes filled with a come hither stare.

"Guillermo... no!"

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"Drain that water, won't you please Guillermo... it's gross."
Rose's voice was uneasy and she spoke oddly. His eyebrows drew together, wrinkling his nose.
"Um, Rose, are you alright?"
She kissed him back hungrily and he felt himself pull away slightly.
What the hell was going on? Why was this so different that usual.
Rose's eyes flashed and she smiled seductively.
"We could lock the door..."
Rose pressed up against Guillermo and he couldn't help but smile. He ran his hands over her hips. His mind was wary but he shrugged it off.
"Come on, Lover, don't play coy. We both know I'll win, so come on..."
She tugged on his arm, pulling him towards the bedroom.
He couldn't shake his feeling that something wasn't right, but he followed her into his room, closing the door behind them.
Kissing her, he muttered, "Te ves muy sexy, a pesar de permanecer despierto toda la noche."
He moved her to sit on the bed.
"Te amo, Rose."

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Bruja had to hold back a growl as he pulled away from her, putting on a smile. But Rose was filled with anxious hope. "Um, Rose, are you alright?" Hrm, body's been hijacked by a psychopathic, horny, bitch, witch whose jonesing for her captives man... That would be a no. Nothing was okay here.

"Of course. Why do you ask?" Bruja said innocently, smiling as he complied with being led to the bedroom. Mentally she gloated to Rose, letting the scene play through her mind again and again. His smirk, the way his hand clung to her hip, the way he allowed himself to be led. It was perfect, thought the Witch, absolutely perfect. He was such a good puppy dog-

"Te ves muy sexy, a pesar de permanecer despierto toda la noche." Bruja blinked at him blankly, her mouth slightly ajar, as he sat her on the bed. "Te amo, Rose."

"GOTCHABITCH!" Rose shouted in glee, making Bruja wince.

Bruja, who despite her given name, could not speak Spanish, attempted to save face. She gave a nervous giggle, scooting further on the bed, but her mind was locked in a battle with Rose. After all, the stupid girl had to be aware, it was unlikely, after all this, that he would believe Bruja existed. Honestly? A Witch Imaginary friend who stole her body to seduce her boyfriend. Unlikely. So that meant, whatever he said, whatever reply he expected, he was expecting from Rose. And whatever reply he didn't get, he wasn't getting from Rose. This was no skin off Bruja's nose, Rose would get all the trouble.

Removing her shirt, Bruja grinned as she laid down on the pillow, giggling sweetly. "Come here, you..."

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Rose paused briefly on the bed, giving a small girly giggle. Guillermo's head pulled away momentarily, tilting to the side confusedly.
This wasn't right. Rose was acting really odd. He sighed quietly, somewhat frustrated.
She just slid farther onto the bed, laying her head on the pillows after taking off her shirt.
"Come here, you..."
She pulled him closer and he smiled softly, kissing her neck.
Maybe she was just overly tired and thats why she was acting oddly.
Yes, that was it.
He kissed her softly, rolling to lay over her.
Confused at the lack of response to what he had said, Guillermo stared into her blue eyes carefully.
"¿Estás seguro de que está bien? No tenemos que hacer esto ahora si no quieres."

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Rose's hope dropped when he followed suit, climbing into the bed with the impostor, kissing her neck. This was really going to happen. And Rose would have to witness it all. It was a crushing blow. Meanwhile, Bruja found herself frustrated with Guillermo's gentle kisses. Where was the gusto? Where was the passion?

"If you can't see it, then you just won't." Rose spoke dully, wishing she could at least not be a spectator to this. Bruja felt doubtful of this, which irked Rose greatly. As scenes of... Guillermo and Rose's personal ventures, to put it delicately- passed through her mind, Rose scoffed. "Like I said, if you don't see it now, you're not going too..."

Guillermo stopped kissing her, his expression confused. "¿Estás seguro de que está bien? No tenemos que hacer esto ahora si no quieres." He COULD see something was wrong. Rose was filled with a great sense of rush. He loved her! That was the passion, that was the gusto! Bruja, being linguistically challenged for this, put her finger to Guillermo's lips.

"You talk too much." Though she said it playfully, with a smirk that did not belong to Rose, she meant it. "Gui- Baby, kiss me. I'm throwing myself at you, and you keep trying to sprout up conversations." Bruja nimbly unbuttoned Guillermo's pants, straddling him, kissing his neck. "Don't you want too?"

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Her finger touched his lips, silencing him.
"You talk too much."
Her voice was teasing and her smirk was there. But they were wrong. This wasn't right. Rose wasn't thinking clearly.
"Gui- Baby, kiss me. I'm throwing myself at you, and you keep trying to sprout up conversations."
She unbuttoned Guillermo's pants, straddling him, then kissed his neck.
He swallowed hard, his body responding in the way it usually did. What was different? He couldn't fight the creepy feeling he had that something was horribly wrong.
He knew the lust was taking over his body, but the love wasn't the same. Despite the cliche, it was different now, when he was with Rose. It felt different because he knew she loved him.
"Don't you want too?"
She gave him a look and he sighed. Well, hell, of course he wanted to. He was a man for godsakes. And how could he say no to her? He loved her.
"I.. Uh, y-yes." He pulled her too him, kissing her fiercely. It was in his head, right? That's all. She tasted and felt the same. Nothing was wrong, right?
He mentally talked himself into it, while his body and heart pulled him in two directions. His body yearned for some action while his heart screamed at him to cease all functions. Naturally, the man's body won out. He leaned over to the table at his bedside, opening the drawer and pulling out a condom.

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Bruja waited impatiently, as Guillermo had his internal struggle. Seriously, it should not be that hard- oh. Well. Perhaps it should be that hard. As his body reacted as any mans would, her lips created a smug little smile. Rose's felt like she was going to be sick, as Bruja made her giggle. Ugh, Rose didn't giggle like that... it sounded so... blond. "Well, hello there."

He finally gave in, though he didn't seem all the way in it. "I.. Uh, y-yes." Rose had it confirmed in her mind, at that moment, that men could only function one organ at a time. And right now, he wasn't using his brain. He could tell something was wrong, but it was of little matter. He was probably even blaming this strange change in Rose on something stupid like PMS.

"Good boy-" Bruja muttered into his neck, kissing his adams apple. Rose tried to think of other things as he reached for some protection, instantly in alert mode as Bruja took it out of his hand, tossing it back to the floor. "Oh, no, no, no. I've got it covered, Lover."

"What are you talking about?" Rose demanded, fear twisting in her gut.

Bruja crawled off from him, her eyes finding Guillermo's. The vivid blue that was usually in Rose's eyes was starting to murk, though neither Bruja nor Rose knew this. The longer Bruja had control of Rose, the more her eyes would change, until they were finally Bruja's pale brown. "I got on the pill... wanted to surprise you." She smiled, kissing him deeply, her lips not leaving his as she gave a false-surprise-party voice. "Surprise!"

"What the FUCK are you talking about? I'm not on the pill!" Rose panicked, trying to get her thoughts together. Bruja had taken her body, right? Rose could take it back! She just had to concentrate! She had to concentrate before this went any further! NO MORE MISS NICE ROSE!

Bruja pulled Guillermo on top of her with surprising force, locking him in a kiss.

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"Good boy-"
She told him, kissing his neck and she suddenly took the protection from his fingers and tossed it aside.
"Oh, no, no, no. I've got it covered, Lover."
He caught her eyes. What the hell...?
"I got on the pill... wanted to surprise you."
She smiled, kissing him deeply, her lips not leaving his as she gave a surprise-party voice.
"Surprise!"
"Really?"
Despite his happy-surprised tone, Guillermo couldn't help the doubt that crept into his voice. That would probably explain why Rose was so different. He had heard that "the pill" could do strange things..
"Well, alright babe. Whatever you want is fine with me."
Rose pulled Guillermo on top of her with surprising force, locking him in a kiss.
The sex was good, but different. He felt almost as if he was being watched and he kept glancing around, finding nothing. Rose was different and that had a strong impact upon performance.
Afterwards, they laid on his bed and he stared at her, trying to figure out what the problem was.

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When it was all done, Bruja let Rose return to control. She regained control, laying on her belly, her eyes returning to there vivid blue. She could feel Guillermo watching her, confusion on his hansom face. How could she explain away her behavior? Quite frankly, she couldn't... It was all too awful. Rose released a quivering breath, trying to figure out her next course of action. "I'm sorry." She said, happy to hear the inflection removed from her voice. She sounded like herself. Well, a frightened version of herself.
She got off the bed, her body exhausted, but her mind racing. If Bruja could do that, if she could take absolute control over Rose, what else could she do? What else would she do? She had spoken of getting revenge on some girl... could she make Rose commit murder!? Rose reached shakily for her jeans, pushing her hair out of her face.

Rose needed to pull it together. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, looking at Guillermo as she searched for her shirt. "I- uh- I need-" Water. She needed water. "I need to use the bathroom." Rose gave a light sprint to Guillermo's bathroom, locking the door behind her, trying to catch her breath. Looking at the mirror, she saw the plum lipstick smeared around her mouth, and touched it horrifically. Turning on the water, she felt her body pull away from it, but forced her hands under the spout. It burned... Why did it burn? It wasn't even up very high...

She ignored the acidic feeling, finding no damage being done to her skin despite it, and scrubbed the make up off her face. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, Rose-"

"Get out of my body, Bruja-" Rose muttered, as her face turned red from the scrubbing.

"We had a deal-"

Rose snapped up, looking at the mirror, unsurprised to see Bruja taking form. "FUCK YOUR DEAL, BRUJA!" Rose shouted, before remembering that Guillermo was in the next room. Rose brought her voice down to a loud whisper. "Your deal didn't say anything about fucking my boyfriend. I want you out."

Bruja scowled, tight lipped, crossing her arms at Rose. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Rose."

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"I'm sorry."
He frowned at her.
"What for?"
But he was relieved to find her voice back to normal. She had her normal tone back, and the glint in her eye was gone. But there was an undertone of terror in her voice. Her body shook slightly as she sat up.
"I- uh- I need- I need to use the bathroom."
Rose jumped up and jogged out of his room.
He heard the sink turn on and he sat up, elbows on his knees and head in his hands. Maybe she was testing him. Maybe she wanted to see if he'd be careless enough to ignore the protection. But that didn't really seem like Rose. She played games, but she wouldn't seriously mess around like that.
"FUCK YOUR DEAL, BRUJA!"
Her voice shrieked from the bathroom. He got up so fast he nearly fell over. Was she okay?
He ran to the bathroom, knocking cautiously on the door.
"Rose? Rose, are you okay? What's the matter?"

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"What do you mean you can't-" Rose started to growl, as a light tap came from the door. She stared at it closely, her heart thumping, and she turned off the water.

Guillermo's voice sounded nervous. "Rose? Rose, are you okay? What's the matter?" Her heart sank.

No, she wasn't okay. "I'm fine." Nothing was okay. "Everything is fine." Her voice didn't match her words at all, as she dried her face. The makeup was gone, her face scrubbed red, and she looked slightly green. Rose wasn't entirely sure if the green was from Bruja being in control of her body, or if it was the sick feeling in her gut. She did feel nauseous.

"You think this was bad, Rose? Just wait. You keep getting in my way, and you'll see what will happen."

Rose covered her ears, closing her eyes again. "Just go away." She whispered, leaning her head against the door.

"You haven't seen the extent of my wrath, Rose. This boy... you just wait." Rose's eyes opened, horror on her face as she heard the tone of threat.

Rose opened the door, as Bruja vanished, her face stiff from forced composure. "I'm fine." She said, taking a deep breathe. Rose, with all of her problems, which were obviously more rooted then anyone could have imagined, did not deserve a nice guy like Guillermo. She focused her thoughts on Bruja, trying to come to a compromise.

"One last day, Rose. Then we start doing what I want."

Rose's eyes welled up with tears, but she blocked them, throwing her arms around Guillermo. "I-I'm just really tired. Will you lay with me? I-" Rose wanted to have tonight. Pretend that tomorrow would never come. She wouldn't let Bruja hurt Guillermo, she would protect him. She rested her head on his chest, forcing the tears back. "I'm just really tired." Rose repeated, her voice quiet.

A night in Guillermo's arms. It sounded like a dream.