Chrissy Teigen's Culinary School for Wayward Models (Cravings fic) COMPLETE

Chapter 15: Pepper's Pork Stuffed Cucumber Soup

[Previously on CTCS4WM:]

"Enough of her lies!" the demon hissed. "KILL HER!"

The piercing light from every demon's eyes flared as their powers grew. The whips of energy that bound each witch tightened, choking the life out of them. They were dying. The women who'd been nice to her, who'd cooked and hung out and ate snacks with her, who'd accepted her for who she is, were all dying in front of her.

"NO!" Kendall screamed. Her eyes went white, and every knife in the kitchen - and there were hundreds - immediately rose up in the air. The blades hovered around the kitchen for a moment, their blades glinting in the electrical glow. Chef's knives and paring knives and utility knives and carving knives and bread knives and meat cleavers and steak knives and tomato knives. They hovered in the air, all around the room for a moment, and then flew in formation towards LilMizKiki, swirling like a whirlpool around her, until all at once every blade stabbed into her body. There was an explosion and the models all fell to the floor as the energy that had bound them disappeared.

For a moment everyone was like Um what just happened, and it was all the time Chrissy Teigen needed. "Firewall," she whispered, raising both her hands out in front of her. And all the witches immediately did the same, whispering "Firewall" and raising their hands up and out. A small blue circle of flame drew itself on the floor around each demon. Then the circles drew tight, growing smaller and smaller, ensnaring the demons and then winking them out of existence, one by one, until they were all gone.

But kneeling on the floor where LilMizKiki_321 had been, was Kristin, naked and human and powerless.

The witches and students all rose and gathered closer. Kristin looked up at them, uncertain where she was. "I'm here? You're real?"

Chrissy leaned over and smiled. "Hi sweetie. You look hungry. Let us cook you something."

~*~*~*~

Unfortunately, once again the kitchen and pantry were completely destroyed.

The cabinets were a fiery wreckage, the doors splintered or gone completely. The overhead lights had been smashed in and only a few were left working, blinking erratically and ineffectively. One of the stainless steel refrigerator doors was falling off its hinges, the contents of the fridge spilling out onto the floor. There were pots and pans and cooking utensils scattered in every direction across the floor, deep scorch marks inscribed across the ceiling and walls, and a little wisps of smoke coming from just about every surface. And the pantry, the site of so much devastation lately, was yet again completely toe up.

Chrissy wandered around as the models lying in various states of consciousness slowly came back to themselves. She checked to make sure they were OK, administering little healing spells here and there. Then she stood in the middle of the wreckage, not quite sure where to look or start. "Maybe," she said, mostly to herself, "'Completely fucked' is just the natural state of the kitchen, and 'tidy & organized' is a temporary joke I keep telling myself."

Chrissy bent to pick up a stainless steel dishwasher door that had been wrenched off its hinges, and found that it had been partially melted and was now permanently attached to the floor. She grunted weakly in the effort of trying to lift it, then gave up. "Hey you know what, fuck this, let's cook something."

The models nodded and rose to their feet, eager to have a little direction, a place to start.

"Jasmine. Somewhere in that sad refrigerator is some ground pork. See if you can find it, we'll use it before it goes bad. And we need mushrooms. Nyané, try to find the honshimeji. We can do shiitake if that's easier but I like the lil' cuter ones. They would have been in the dreaded pantry. That no longer exists. On the left somewhere?" She waved vaguely in a left-ward direction and shrugged. Nyané nodded and headed off.