The sword cuts through the air swiftly, smoothly. Boots dance in rhythm upon hard ground. Six ugly demons surround her, each attempting to get past her defences for a final strike. But they have no luck. She has to jump over the human bodies that litter the alleyway. Its irritating but no more so than having her night interrupted by these beasts.
No, its not that she is a “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” or a “Ghost Whisperer”. She doesn’t need to save mortals or send them somewhere beautiful and light. She is a predator after all. Following her nature as is within her to do. And its not just because she enjoys a good battle either. For these demons are mere annoyances. Oh they get in a bite now and then. They endure her attacks as there is a pack of them.
She was strolling the streets. Watching those in the shadows and those out in the lights of the crisp night. She’d heard noise and had glanced to her right. A demon horde was tearing apart humans that had wandered unawares into their nest. She’d turned away nonchalantly. Leaving them to their business. When suddenly, acid spit from one of them, landed on her beautiful full leather trench. She had pursed her lips grimly, then sighed with impatience as a hole ate its way into the fabric. She shrugged her favorite jacket onto the ground where it hissed and sizzled into nothing.
THAT was when her anger rose, bringing her to the moment at hand.
A chuckle from somewhere behind her distracted her for just a second earning her a bite from one of the demons. She frowns with annoyance but quickly regains momentum, chopping the demons hand off.
“I see you find trouble wherever you go eh, Jocelyn?.” A male’s voice echoes in the alleyway, taunting.
Jocelyn clicks her tongue and dodges again from another bite. “Don’t you ever do anything useful Inb? Like maybe fook off?”
“Nah nah luv. This is so much more interesting than watching dreary mortals plow away at their equally dreary lives.” He strikes a light for his cigarette, revealing sharp narrow pale features. And electric blue eyes that glow eerily. “I rather like seeing your ass luv. Especially since you do not have on that rag of a coat you usually wear.”
“Pig.” she snarls and slices off the head of a demon. Its body snakes and shakes, then explodes into meaty chunks all around them.
With smaller demon mentality, one of the horde notices Inb and begins to charge him. In very casual motion, Inb butts out the smoke. Eyes narrow and the area becomes chilled. Blue flames lick his body, and he pulls out a set of ivory handled Sci. Each of them balances a crystal ball on their ends. The air is thick with slowed time, then thins as it speeds up to normal. By then, Inb is ready. He roars angrily, breathing labored and shallow. “Bring it on beastie!” he growls low. His Sci sing into the demon quickly. It howls with agony. Inb is not done. He whispers feverishly, words that cannot be translated. The atmosphere parts and a liquid form appears. It takes on the shape of a leopard. Shrieks fill the night as it lunges and engulfs the dying little demon. Blued flames zig zag into the veiny flesh, pulling out something. Its soul. Screams of the damned force the horde to stop, hands over their heads moaning. The soul is then pulled into one of the crystals upon Inb’s weapon. All happens in fast forwarded movie motion and then the demon, is no more.
Jocelyn pouts. “That’s not fair Inb. You have made this too easy!” Her sword melts into the rest of the pack, their bodies collapsing inwardly and then erupting in sticky mucus. “Gods!” she mutters with disgusted rage. Her footsteps clump towards Inb. She grabs him by the neck. “Can you not just butt out and leave me alone?!”
He is laughing. “It came after me you crazy vampire! What would you have me do?!”“Let it eat your sorry ass!” She pushes him forcefully against a brick wall of one of the buildings that make up the alley. This makes him snigger in amusement even more. “That’s it baby doll, you know I love it rough!”
She rolls her eyes and clenches a fist. The hand holding her sword, itches to slaughter Inb. But Inb is a somewhat worthy adversary. His ability letting him take the souls of even the undead. Then the souls adapt to Inb’s will, as he manipulates the energies to become part of his powers. Or into whatever he wished really. Jocelyn would have to kill him before his blades reached her.
Just what she’d need. Inb using her in any way he wanted. Of course he’d enjoy that immensely! To her, he was like an itchy scab. Scratch it and it falls off, then one thinks its finally gone. Until a mere few hours later, it has returned. Still itching.
“Go away Inb!” She snaps, flipping long dark hair over her shoulders. “I’ve got some shopping to do!”
The End-
Written by ©®™ Atusha Avarus
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