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Next door at 9766 Jeopardy Drive, Marcie Darcy had completely cut the Bundys out of her life in 1999. She was still friendly with Peggy, but she got tired of feuding with Al after he submitted her name as a candidate into the Merchant Marines. Not that that was the last straw, but she was also grossed out when Al's mother became obsessed that she was Al's long lost little sister. Hoping that wasn't true, she actually blamed him for killing the trees in her yard, decreasing the value of her property and ruining her first marriage. Not that she didn’t love Jefferson her second much, but despite all the women in her support group that hated him, Al somehow brought out the worst male characteristics in Jefferson just as he did with Steven. When she exercised, she even turned her exercise bike away from the view of the Bundy house than have to stare at it. Hearing the rapping noise at her front door, she slid her petite frame off her bike, dabbed her face and slight figure (or what Al called “her boyish figure”) off with her towel and traipsed through the house to answer her front door. Still perspiring, Marcy looked up to the very shapely young lady at her door in the straining top and hot pants and immediately had thoughts of castrating her philandering current husband, but then she looked again and recognized the crying young lady.

“Kelly?” Marcie took a second look. “You’ve grown out… I mean, up, since I stopped talking to your father.”

“Mrs. Darcy…” Kelly’s looked up with tear-strewn eyes and worriedly paced nervously on the front porch. “I need your help. I think I’m going to explode.”

“Kelly, honey…” Marcy remembered another reason she had stopped going over to the Bundy house. The girl was an idiot. “You are not going to explode. That’s just… stupid.” She looked up to the girl’s blue eyes filled with tears and extreme fear. “You’re really scared here, aren’t you? Come on in, honey….” She gestured the girl into her living room and sat down at her sofa. When she last saw this girl, she was five-foot-five, a hundred and ten pounds, blonde, attractive and as dumb as a brick, but now she was practically six feet tall, around a hundred and thirty pounds, very much more shapely and scared to death.

“Kelly,” Marcie removed the towel from her shoulders and placed it by her side on the sofa. Kelly dropped down by her with her Anna-Nicole body. “How did you get like this? What’s going on?”

“Mrs. Darcy…” Kelly sniffed a bit and rubbed her eyes. “I think I’m possessed by Britney Spears. Last night, I think I ate Bud because when I woke up this morning, I was exploding all over.”

“Oh my god….” Marcie griped outloud a bit annoyed, looked away and wondered why she didn’t see this coming. The girl was just as stupid as she ever was! “Kelly, what’s the matter with you?! What has Bud been telling you this time?!”

“Look at me!!!” Kelly screeched and placed her hand to her bosom. “These aren’t mine!!!!”

“I’m going to do what your parents should have done.” Marcie rose and moved over to her telephone. “Actually, what they should have done is put you in a special school, but you obviously need a doctor, that’s what you need.” She hit the speed dial for her gynecologist. “It’s possibly just a hormone thing.” She heard the doctor’s admissions secretary answer first and looked back to Kelly a second. As Marcie started making an emergency appointment, Kelly felt a chill dancing up her spine. It was almost as if a switch was thrown in her head. Where she once felt fear and distress, something else, someone else was moving in. Her head lifted up with a new bearing, a new purpose… Her left eyebrow cocked a bit, a sinister grin began emerging on her face and she looked over to Marcie talking on the phone. She began slowly rising up to her feet, an evil grimace upon her lips and a look of sheer determination and demented purpose taking hold of her. Her hands brushed her long hair back than turned and glided down the sides of her new figure.

“Kelly,” Marcie looked up. “You’re luck. Dr. Willows had a cancellation today. I told her it was an emergency, and… Kelly, why are you looking at me like that?” Kelly lowered her head and started kissing her. At first, she was unaware what she was doing, but then Kelly’s tongue came through her lips and her hands started pulling her closer. What was going on here?

“Kelly!!!” Marcie pushed her off. “What are you doing? I don’t swing like that.” She noticed something odd in the girl. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Marcie backed against the wall next to her staircase. Kelly was looking at her as if she wanted something from her. She bent her head unnaturally to the side and cracked the muscles in her neck before straightening up again. There was a new personality in that face, a new demeanor as if she was… possessed?

“Kelly, this isn’t funny!” Marcie backed away afraid. “I want you to stop acting like this... this very minute! You came here for help! Not to chase me through my own house!!!” The younger girl barely responded except to follow her backing up the stairs. Out of no where, Marcie became afraid and turned to race to her bedroom with the other phone to get her parents over to get her, but when she looked away, Kelly pushed her to the floor on the top landing and started climbing over her. Marcie looked again at her eyes. They were solid black.

“Kelly!!!” Marcie kicked the girl to the chest and sent her flying over the top railing. She then turned and raced for the master bedroom for her life, grabbing the door and pulling it shut behind her. Looking back briefly, she witnessed the insane. Kelly had actually floated back up over the top railing of the staircase and had landed on her feet; that was all the proof she needed that the girl was possessed! She dashed into her bedroom, locked it and started dialing next door for Al and Peggy to come over and get their daughter then changed her mind and started dialing 911. She was barely dialing the second “one” when Kelly broke down the door, looked at her with those demonic eyes and lifted her off her feet. Marcie hit the wall hard, bounced off of it and crashed to the floor. When she landed, Kelly pounced on her and climbed on top of her.

“Kelly, what are you doing?!!” Marcie felt the girl sitting on her, rearing her head back and parting her lips to rows of sharpened shark-like teeth. She tried fighting, but she couldn’t lift her legs. The younger girl was stronger, much more stronger with the demonic energies she was channeling. Her arms held down over her head, Marcie whined and squirmed trying to break free as the younger blonde succubus took her. Outside the house, a finely tuned Mercedes turned into the driveway, paused as the garage doors opened remotely and then pulled inside the house. His head bobbing to Britney Spears on the radio, Jefferson Darcy beamed happily, mugged and swayed to the music as he admired the fine example of German engineering under his command. It was a beautiful car, and as he admired and polished it, he enjoyed his own reflection in the chrome. Even getting out of the car, he lightly closed the door than slam it, and as he headed into the house, he looked back once more at the car and then entered through the doorway to the living room.

“Hey, Marcie…” He called out. “I got my Mercedes back, but Klaus is going to have your’s for three months. Stupid Al. I’m going to have to ream him for smacking into your car.” He lied. He loved it whenever Al smacked into Marcie’s Mercedes because he hated letting her do the driving. He much preferred doing the driving himself. Crossing the bottom landing of the staircase, he paused and listened. It sounded as if his skinny little wife with the boylike hair-cut and hairdo was getting a massive workout with the moans he was hearing from the upstairs.

“Marcie, what are you doing up there?” He paused and listened again. Her moaning sounds were a bit odd. It was as if she was dong something other than pedaling that stationary bicycle in the front bedroom.

“Well, I can give you a work out…” Jefferson pulled off his designer shirt and tossed it off. Giggling romantically to himself, he picked up a bottle of champagne from the bar, two crystal glasses and briefly checked his hair before going off to make love to his wife. This time, he'd imagine she was Jessica Simpson. Smiling his dashing grin, he danced like the lucky husband he was up the stairs and strutted toward his bedroom looking forward to what he was getting, but what he actually saw was enough to stop his heart. He lost the smile, dropped the glasses and champagne and backed in fear to the wall outside the room.

Blonde and larger Kelly Bundy was sitting on the floor looking at him over her shoulder. Sticking out of her back was Marcie’s face and two hands getting absorbed into her body. The blonde succubus now rose up and attacked Jefferson in the hall outside the room…