The girl screamed. She didn't know why the demons were blocking her path, saliva dripping from their hairy black maws. It didn't occur to her that they wanted the pizza, only that she should run, screaming like the pansy- er, damsel in distress that she was, take- out box clutched to her chest.
She stumbled along the dark road, heading in the vague direction of her home, shrieking and flailing as she ran. A demon howled furiously, and mid- step, she turned to look at it. This was not such a grand idea. The girl, being slightly clumsy in her haste, had tripped over a fallen tree branch. The girl never cursed, but on this rare occasion, she couldn't help but let out a startled, "Shit!" as her face plummeted toward the pavement.
But this asphalty collision never came to pass. A strong arm wrapped its way around her chest, pulling her to her feet. She gasped, regaining her balance. She stood, slightly disoriented, thanking her lucky stars- and the extremely good looking man before her. He was tall, taller than she, with silvery hair that hung in his crazed blue eyes.
He wore leather pants and boots. He was beautiful, and she noticed, he lacked nothing but a shirt. "Are you alright, young lady? Looks like I missed the party." She stammered, taking in her surroundings. The demons lay dead in the road, beaten to a pulp. "I-I'm fine." She said, staring, wide- eyed, at the demon- slaying man before her. "Glad to hear it." He replied, scratching the back of his head as if he'd found himself in an extremely awkward situation.
"I-er, what can I do to thank you?" The girl asked, cracking her knuckles nervously. The man grinned cheekily, his eyes moving downward, away from her face. He pointed in the direction of his gaze. "W-what?!" The girl exclaimed. "Mister, I don't care who you are, I'd never-"The man shook his head, deep laughter rumbling up from his chest. "No, love, the pizza." He gestured toward the box she was holding. "I'm rather hungry."