It's Just a Bunch of Hocus Pocus

It’s Just a Bunch of Hocus Pocus

Flora Winter

I do not own Smallville or the funny movie Hocus Pocus. I’m not really sure how much alike or different it is all going to be. Also, I’m not making any money here either, so don’t get your ugly mammy’s knickers in a wad.

Summary: Thanks to the power of a candle dipped in green kryptonite, three psychotic witches are brought back from the dead on All Hallows Eve. Their goal, live forever! This story will contain lots of boy love, strong language, and violence. If you are not into this sort of thing, Lord Satan will see you through the broad gates, and back onto the straight and narrow path with all the other losers.

Prologue

Smallville, Kansas 1702

It was always his job to collect the children in order to complete his older brother’s spell. Whenever his older brother so much as thought he spotted a wrinkle on his handsome face, he would point his finger, and off he’d be sent to collect another little brat to suck drier than old parchment. It wasn’t that he disliked doing it, hell, being young forever was really great. It was just that it was getting harder and harder to steal children away from their families and getting away with it.

“Come little children,” he would sing as he floated in the air on wings of violet silk, shimmering and flapping in the warm morning sunlit mists, dancing over the sparkling green. “I’ll take thee away, into a land of enchantment…”

He couldn’t help but smile. It was such a beautiful day. His older and middle brother hated lovely mornings. Apparently it made them so sick they wouldn’t even show their faces outside until it was dark. The two of them had such fair white skin they dared not allow the rays of the golden sun to touch them.

“Come little children,” he sang and his voice echoed on the warm morning breeze that fluttered through his molten golden curls. “The times come to play, here in my garden of shadows…”

He looked to see with magical eyes that a little girl, no older than eight was running across the field. She was still in her little white gown, with a little white bonnet on her head. She was absolutely adorable.

“Follow sweet child,” he whispered like the silver beams of Mother Moon from her cold and distant shore. “I’ll show thee the way, through all the pain and the sorrows…”

He reached out, taking her little hand into his, lifting her up into the air with him. She was giggling and it made him smile. Children really were innocent in all their little ways. How did they ever grow up? It was truly amazing in his eyes. How could something so innocent and pure survive in such a cruel world? Well, this one would never have to worry about life’s ultimate cruelty. She would never have to see an old woman looking back at her in a looking glass.

“What is your name, child?” He asked. His voice was sweet, laced with honey. All the spirits of the Haunted Forest were in love with his voice. It could lure children and men alike to their doom among the spirit infested trees. He closed his eyes, seeing how their bodies were being hugged and pulled under the soil to be nestled by deadly tree roots for all time. It was the forest which kept them safe from the outside world. He had traveled far this day to secure a child, for people were moving farther and farther away.

“Mary,” she giggled, pulling on his soft as spider silk hair. “You’re pretty. What’s your name?”

“Gabriel,” he said, soaring over the tops of the autumn colored trees. Some leaves were red as fire, other’s more yellow than a rose, and some were brown as mud. It was very pretty.

“You can fly,” she smiled, letting go of his hair, looking down. “Are you an angel?”

That caused him to laugh. His voice was like the tinkling of silver bells in the wind. Oh, he was far from that shining throng which danced on high above the white clouds.

“Sleep, Mary,” he told her, and her eyes fell like twin dead leafs off a tree. “Sleep…”

He touched down a few feet from the front steps to his home. Violet silk hissed over the fallen leafs as he rushed up the creaking steps to the old wooden door. The house was over two hundred years old already, for they were just that old themselves, but they would never ever look it. He opened the door and rushed inside.

“Ah,” a voice said, moving in the dancing shadows of candlelight, for it was dark inside. “You were successful, as always, Gabby.”

“Yes, Michael,” he said, calling his oldest brother by name. “I have a child. Her name is Mary.”

“I care not what her name is, brother,” he said, moving in whisperings of emerald green silk across the polished wooden floor. “Raphael!”

“Coming!” The middle brother called out, racing into the room, dressed in robes of crimson red. “Oh, we have a child. I thought I smelled something yummy.”

He gazed upon his two older brothers and sighed. They were such beautiful creatures of darkness.

Michael was the oldest and the most powerful. He had hair red as flame, and eyes as green as the forest leafs. His skin was pale as a moth, but his two front teeth were a little big. In all honesty, it did nothing to hinder his beauty at all, and he knew it as well.

Raphael was the middle brother. He had long black hair and eyes as dark as coal. His skin was white as snow, but his red mouth always gave a crooked smile. His sense of smell surpassed that of bloodhounds. Once he had the scent of something, there was no escaping him.

“Well, Gabby,” Michael said, ushering him in. “Put the child down and let’s get started.”

He quickly did as he was told, and put Mary down in a chair in front of the giant cauldron which hung in the center of the room. A nice fire was burning under it, and the potion was already being brewed.

“I’ll add the stuff,” Raphael said, picking up the large spoon to stir the bubbling mixture of magic. “And you read off from the book.”

Gabriel listened to the two of them rattle on for some time and was getting more and more bored. It really was his only flaw. He had the attention span of a puppy. That was when he started dancing around the room when he heard Michael tell Raphael to add a dead man’s toe and to make sure that it was a fresh one.

“Dead man’s toes,” he sang out as he danced around the two of them, grabbing one from the wooden bowl. It was fresh. He assumed one of them had cut it off a poor man who had just been hanged for some silly crime.

“Just one more thing to add,” Michael said, having each of them gather around the bubbling pot. He told them to spit into it at the exact same time, and they did. The crimson smoke suddenly became a poisonous looking green. It was so pretty and dazzling to his eyes. “Now,” Michael said, getting a large spoonful of it. “Get the brat to open her mouth.”

Gabriel rushed to Mary’s side, lifting his sleep spell off her. He smiled into her innocent little face. “I need you to open your mouth, pretty. We’ve fixed you some yummy soup to eat. Aren’t you hungry?”

Mary nodded her head, opening her mouth. Gabriel smiled as she took the potion in. She closed her eyes and a misty white light began to float around her body. It was her life force and it was ready for the taking.

“Now, take my hands, brothers,” Michael said, holding his out for them to take. “We shall share this tasty little morsel before getting more.”

Gabriel took a hold and they stepped forward to hover over the child. She was smiling. Why was she smiling? Why were they always smiling?

“Now,” Michael said, grinning, and they began.

Gabriel sucked the glowing energy into his mouth, feeling it moving throughout his body with a searing cool heat. He felt himself becoming stronger and stronger with every bit of life force he stole from the girl.

He suddenly dropped his cloak and spun around. He raced over to the mirror, seeing that he looked just like a fifteen year old again. His skin was no longer brown from the sun, but white as smooth porcelain. He was back again.

“Look at me,” he laughed, turning to gaze upon his older brothers who were looking just as young as ever. “The town’s boys will love me.”

“We’re young!” Raphael clapped happily, as Gabriel looked to see that Mary was withered and slowly fading from this world.

“Well,” Michael said, turning around with a mirror in hand, looking at himself. “Younger...”

Gabriel secretly rolled his eyes. No matter what they did, it was like Michael could never be young enough. He looked like he was in his early twenties again. How much younger did he want be?

Gabriel looked like he was fifteen again and that suited him just fine. That meant that he could start having his way with young men again and not feel too old.

“Look,” Raphael said, pointing at the child. “She’s leaving us…and she just got here.”

Michael threw his head back, howling with wicked laughter. “Look at us!” He yelled, spinning around in green silk. “We’re young again!”

“NO!” A loud voice yelled from above them. Gabriel looked up, seeing there was handsome young man looking down at them with pure hatred on his tanned face. “MARY!”

A boy,” he smiled with hungry white teeth.

“Get him!” Michael yelled. “Don’t let him near my potion!”

“Come here, boy!” Raphael shouted, moving with the swiftness of a bird when the teen jumped down from the top floor. “There is no escape from this place!”

Gabriel watched as Raphael soon overpowered the spitting and punching young man. He was certainly something to look at. That short brown hair and those piercing amber colored eyes. He could smell the muscle definition under those raggedy clothes.

“Hmm,” Michael said when Raphael shoved the exhausted teen to the floor with a delightful thud. “Whatever shall we do with him?”

“I know,” Gabriel smiled happily, gliding forward to stand over him. “Let me hang him on a hook and play with him until he breaks.”

“I don’t know,” Michael mused, looking at something that he couldn’t see. It was probably his pet, Book. “We could just feed the potion to him.”

“Abominations!” The young man spat at them. “There are not enough children in the world to make any of you young and beautiful!”

Gabriel’s eyes flashed dangerously.

“Brother’s,” Michael hissed, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Did you hear what he called you?”

“I heard him,” Gabriel smiled, moving forward, dropping his cloak to the ground. “Let me punish him…”

“Oh,” Raphael giggled, moving to stand beside him. “What are you going to do?”

“What he always does,” Michael deadpanned, shaking his head. “He’ll play with him until he’s no longer breathing.”

Gabriel pursed his lips. What was wrong with that? It was fun. He liked playing with men. They were so much fun to break and he loved the messes they made.

“No,” Michael said, summoning his book which came floating through the air to land in his hands. “We shall punish this foolish young man for daring to witness our dark secrets.”

“Come on, please, Mickey,” Gabriel whined, pulling on his arm. “Let me hang him and watch him dance.”

“Oh, do shut up,” Michael snapped, flipping through the spellbook with magical speed. “We can do better than watching him as he stains his pants.”

“Well?” Raphael asked, looking over his shoulder. “Ah…”

“Indeed,” Michael laughed, closing the book with gentle tenderness. He treated it as thought it were his own child. It even had his eyes.

“What?” Gabriel asked, taking the book from him, putting it away. He turned back to see the sweat of fear dripping from the young man’s frightened face.

Michael snapped his fingers and began to chant in distorted whisperings. The young man was suddenly swirling around in circles, shrinking and shrinking. He had black fur sprouting from his tan skin, covering his whole body as a long black tail began to sprout from his behind. His ears vanished and were replaced with sharp pointy ones on top of his head. A feral looking black cat looked up at them, and hissed with anger.

Gabriel snorted.

“Now, he shall live forever with his guilt,” Michael laughed.

“OPEN THIS DOOR!” A man’s voice shouted, and something heavy connected with the wooden door.

“What the hell?” Raphael snarled in anger. “How did they make it through the forest?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Michael said, gazing at all the faces in the windows. “Just keep them from getting inside.”

“Why?” Gabriel asked, looking around as well. “There is no evidence that we even had a child here.” She had faded away into nothing but creeping shadows.

He gasped when his older brother grabbed him by the throat. Had he said something wrong?

“I knew it!” A face said from the open window. “Come out, vile demons!”

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“Michael Sanderson,” the minister asked for the last time.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. This was going nowhere good. The three of them were standing on top of barrels with nooses around their necks.

“Yes?” Michael asked, grinning with devil white teeth.

“I’m only going to ask you this one more time,” he said. “Where are my daughter and son?”

“Have you checked the church? I’m sure they might be there.”

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled above their heads as all three laughed. It really was funny.

“Answer me!”

“Well, I don’t know,” Michael snorted. “That darn cat’s got my tongue.”

All three laughed again.

“This is terribly uncomfortable,” Gabriel said, popping his neck, smiling down at the handsome young men. “Would one of you be kind enough to take this gaudy rope necklace off me?”

“Brother’s,” Michael said, looking to each of them. “Sing.”

And they did.

“Cover your ears!” The minister yelled. “Don’t listen to their poisonous song!”

A young man threw the spellbook down and Michael’s eyes lit up like a green fire.

“Fools!” He yelled, howling with laughter. “You’re all a bunch of sniveling, cowardly, fools!”

Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder boomed.

“My ungodly book speaks to you,” he said. His voice was like a drum, pulsing through the air. “On All Hallows Eve, A virgin will summon us from under the ground.”

Gabriel looked up at the sky. Why was it always a virgin?

“We shall be back!” He laughed. “And the lives of all the children in Smallville shall be mine!”

Gabriel saw the minister nod his head all of a sudden. He didn’t even feel the snapping of his own neck.

“Good evening,” the fiery red demon at the black gate smiled with pearly white fangs. “Welcome to Hell. Here’s your pie.”

“MASTER!” Michael yelled, racing by him and into the demon’s arms.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think. The next chapter will take place in the present. I’m not sure if I’m going to have Clark accidentally bring the brother’s back or Whitney. Hell, it could be an OC who is into witchcraft. I hope everyone has a happy and safe Halloween that is coming up in two short weeks.

Flora.

Note: I'm not really sure who owns the song lyrics or is it a poem? I just know that Sarah Jessica Parker sings it in Hocus Pocus. I do not own the song lyrics.