My second Fan fic. I don't know how to do one pagers, heh heh. I got a feeling this is another long one. Enjoy...
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Chapter 1
I stood out my living room window into the dense fog that surrounded my home town of Smittyville, New York. I was fifteen that year and going through my first year in high school. It was late October, three days from Halloween. My foster mother was mending my dress while my foster father watched the latest reports on the strange disappearances and deaths in the area. There was a curfew in effect. Apparently some physco was running around the area who liked to rip people up.
I didn't really pay close attention to the events on the television. I had problems of my own. I had always been an outcast amongst people, I was different. I was an average height, but I had strange colored hair and eyes, and always had long finger nails. My nails were easy enough to hide by simply clipping them, though by nightfall they were grown back. My hair and eyes were a problem though. My foster parents wouldn't let me wear contacts or die my hair. I was usually bullied in school about my unusual appearance.
It was Sunday night and I was dreading those terrible words mothers' seem take pleasure in saying. "It's time for bed, Lenne, honey. You have school tomorrow." My foster mother said still sewing. I just stood there. I didn't want to go to school. I was hell on earth.
I had only two friends at the time. One was Danny Fisher, but I called him Fishy for short. He was close to my height though I have always been tall a little taller. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, a little chubby but very strong, though he never could best me in a arm wrestling match. He was a shy boy, though he had a little bit of an anger issue. Little things made him fly off the handle. He was my age but he acted much younger. I guess that is why I liked him so much.
Though Fishy was my best friend there was one other who I found interesting enough to hang around with. Her name was Misty Mann. She too was blonde hair and blue eyes, thirteen years old and shy to a fault. She would never tell anyone but she dreamed of being a singer. Unfortunately, in my opinion, she made windows shatter, cats screech and dogs howl. Of course, I would never tell her that. Everyone had to have a dream, who was I to destroy it. My was to one day have a place where I would be accepted for who I am. Someone who would be with me. A husband and a family. Though I couldn't see it happening the way the boys at school treated me.
"Lenne, sweetie, did you hear me?" She said again capturing my attention.
"Huh?"
"It's time for bed." She repeated.
"Rachel, hurry look at this!" My foster father exclaimed.
There wasn't much to say about Rachel and John. I hadn't know them very long. I had been in foster care for as long as I remember. I was told, by a previous foster parent, with whom I fought with constantly, that my real father raped my mother, and she had committed suicide directly after my birth. Not that I cared. Well, maybe a little. I think all orphans do. It would been nice to have met her. I don't remember much about her but I saw her once. Yes, I know I said she had died after I was born, but I know I saw her.
I remember bright light, lots of people running about. I remember the first time I felt pain and having something being shoved down my throat. Then, I saw her. It was only a glimpse. She was beautiful despite the fatigue across her lovely face. She was sweating and her brown hair stuck to her forehead. She had red liquid all over her and people holding her down as she tried to reach for me. That was the last time I saw her.
"My God!" Rachel screamed. I walked over the the two sitting in the family room infront of the TV. "Do you think this is..." Rachel stammered.
"Maybe... But there is no need to think it will come here." Jon replied.
"But if it does... Will we have time to prepare? Should we call 'him'?"
"Okay... Maybe 'he' can fix this. You two stay here. I'll make the call."
"What call? To who?" I asked. Both Jon and Rachel remained silent.
I brushed away my concern and returned to my window. I groaned as I sat on the window sill. I was tired but regretting bed. That meant school would come sooner. That and the spot I sat in was uncomfortable. I stared into the dense fog to the blurry outside world and clicked my pen in my hands, that I used for my homework.
Then I noticed a movement in the lawn of the neighbors across the street. At first I thought it was a dog but I was way too big to be a dog of any kind. It crawled stealthy like a cat, as if surveying the area. I backed away from the window towards Rachel.
"Rachel..." I whispered. "Hey, come quick. Look at that!"
I pointed out the window to the animal outside. It was enormous, I could tell that much, but little else due to the fog. I also noted that it moved with grace like a cat on the prowl. Rachel stood next to me. She searched the darkness but saw nothing. My eyesight was keen in both day and night, but poor Rachel required glasses to see anything far away. I sighed as I spoke to her, "You should be able to see it soon. It's getting close the the porch light!"
Then Rachel saw it, and I watched her bite back a scream. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me behind the couch in the family room. Not a word, Lenne, honey. It's going to be okay." I wanted to tell her that I was fine, other that the red marks on my arm from her tight grip, that she was the one freaking out, but as I looked at her I realized that her statement was more trying to reassuring herself than me. "I'm going to find Jon. You stay here and don't move!"
Rachel's comment was a sternly whispered command. I decided best to obey, for now. I was very interested in this creature. What was it? There was something behind Rachel's fear, but what? My stomach knotted and I felt hot from head to toe but I pushed it out of my mind. I wasn't at all interested in getting sick! But why was I getting sick? I wasn't scared as much as I was fascinated. I decided to be darring and peer over the back of the couch. I looked through the window and found it again, still bathed the the golden light of the porch lantern. The fog still made it difficult to decifer all its detail but I could see it much more clearly.
It was huge, and had a sleek body. My cat theory was proven when I saw it, but what puzzled me was the head. It had a snake like head to a feline body, two horns just behind its cat like ears and large, red, glowing eyes. It looked like it was looking for something. It crouched down and sniffed the soil at it's feet, then looked up and looked around.
I gasped when Jon snuck up behind me and pulled my back down behind the couch. He hushed me when I tried to whisper a protest. Jon then took my arm and led me to the stairs.
"What did he say, Jon?" Rachel's voice quivered in absolute fear.
"I told him it was close... I told him the situation... He knows it here. He said he'd be here in approximately an hour. We have to find a safe place to hide till then. You take Lenne upstairs and hide. I'll stay down here and keep an eye on it."
Rachel looked as though she was going to protest when suddenly I heard a loud crash. I turned the corner and saw the beast ripping though the front window of the neighbor's home. Jon grabbed mw again and pushed me up the stairs. Rachel shut off all the lights as we passed down the hall and into my room.
What happened next would haunt my dreams for the rest of my life. I heard a loud roar followed by screams of horror and agony of death. I tried to rush to my window but Rachel held me back. Jon was still down stairs. Now I was afraid. Scared to death actually. I felt like I had ice water running through my veins and I shivered. Rachel pulled me to her and whispered.
"It's ok, sweetie. It'll be ok."
I felt something warm on my cheeks when I realized that I was crying. Those people were dead. Among other senses I had an incredibly acute sense of smell. My window opened slightly I could smell the thick coppery sent of blood, and lots of it. I knew the neighbors across the street well. They were teachers. At the high school, Mr. Roberts was my literature teacher, Mrs. Roberts was a 3rd grade teacher.
I began to cry harder. I buried my face into Rachel's chest. I couldn't stop crying. Jon rushed into my room at that moment, his face was stark white, his hands over his mouth and tears rolling down his face.
"I tried to call again... to tell him that it was on the block... but there was no answer... He might be on the way. It's working it's way around the block. As long as we stay here we'll be..." Jon was cut off by another loud crash and the sounds of screams. It was the Patersons home. The blood sent filled the air and Rachel began to sob. Jon sat in the corner with us as we huddled closer. "It's gonna be fine."
"How can we protect her?" Rachel sobbed.
"It'll be fine." Jon replied.
Several minutes pasted and another house was ravaged. Some time later we heard gun shots. Jon dashed to the window but ran back after taking a peek.
"Is it him?" Rachel asked.
"No, it's a local."
"He'll be killed. He can't stop that thing." Rachel's eyes wide with fear. Jon only nodded.
Several more shot thundered, then the firing ceased and a man's screams sliced through the air. More blood filled the air. I noted he must have been a terrible shot for I could only smell human blood in the atmosphere. The monster wasn't injured.
I watched the digital clock in my bedroom. It had been a little less than a half an hour since the first house was attacked. Who was going to be here in an hour? The army? It seemed that the police was no match for this thing. Several more local arrived but only slowed the monster's mission down. They too met with a terrible, agonizing death. Three more houses down and nearly a dozed people murdered. The smell of blood so thick i cause me to vomit several times. Rachel rubbed my back and Jon held my hair from my face. They were so worried about me. My body still felt warm. I wondered if I was getting a fever.
It was making it's way down the row of houses on the opposite side of the street. Soon it would double back and work on the side we lived on. Suddenly it hit me. Fishy lived six houses down from me. Misty lived two up from him. The monster would get to them soon. I shot to my feet in a panic. I tried to run but Jon grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back down.
"Lenne, get down!"
"But, Fishy! He'll be killed. I have to go and warn them! I have to do something!" I screamed.
Rachel tried to silence me as Jon tugged on my arm. I succeeded in pulling away and rushed out of my room and down the stairs to the front door. I opened it slowly looking around for the monster. I heard Jon running down the stairs after me, I darted out to the bushes that lined our front patio. Jon jumped down behind me.
"Damn it, Lenne. Get back inside. Fishy will be fine!"
"No. It'll get to his house soon, Jon. We have to stop this thing!" Though I whispered Jon still hushed me.
"Lenne, I'm done being reasonable with you." His eyes were mixed with anger, fear and worry. "I can't let anything happen to you. You mean the world to us! We love you!" I could tell Jon wasn't going to let me go, but I refused to back down.
At that moment I heard a door creek open. I saw Mr. Fisher looking out the door to see if the monster was about. Then Fishy and his family darted from their home to the car parallel parked infront of their house. They tried to get in as quietly as possible to make an escape. The beast no where in sight. Jon and I watched and prayed silently for their safety. If they escaped then all I had to worry about was Misty, who lived three houses down form me.
I watched as Mrs. Fisher began to get in the car. Mr. Fisher cranked the engine, but it refuse to start. Then I heard Mrs. Fisher scream. The monster was standing in the yard kiddy corner to their car. It snarled as if angry they were trying to escape, and then charged. Fishy held his little sister as she screamed and huddled against him in the back seat, as his father frantically tried to start the engine.
I ran out of the bushes towards the car and screamed. Fishy looked at me. I could see the terror in his eyes. A mixture of sweat and water from the misty fog accumulated on my face. Jon screamed and Rachel called me from my window, but I kept running.
The monster leaped and landed on the hood of the Fisher's car, totally smashing the front, rendering the vehicle useless. The family began to disembark the car. I ran to the garden of house near by, scooped up a hand full of rocks and began to pitch them at the beast, cursing wildly.
I was suddenly sorry when it turned to me and growled. It seemed to be smiling slightly. I was not close enough to see it. It had a cat like body, a snake head with horns, black fur on it's legs and chest but black feathers on it's face, neck and back. I was chilled to the bone.
Though my plan had worked and Fishy and his family made it safely inside their home, I stood alone to face a killer. Snarling and growling, I noticed the tip of it's tail had a large rattle that was now shaking vigorously. I began to back away slowly. I could smell the blood of all those people on it's body. It's red eyes fixated on me.
"Lenne, Run!" Jon screamed and ran towards me.
"Lenne!" Rachel was now outside holding her chest.
I was frozen to that spot. Then... There was gun fire. The thing yelped and a young man ran between me and the monster. The creature growled ferociously. I cringed and shivered. The man's back turned towards me. He wore a red leather jacket with metal chains and buttons on the sleeves, faded black leather pants, black boots that, though they were shined, were worn in areas, and a red helmet with the words "Devil May Cry" painted on the sides infront of a woman's silhouette holding two guns above her head.
I could tell the man was strong. He had two beautiful shiny guns in his hands and a large sword on his back. He placed his guns calmly into the back of his pants and drew his sword. The monster made sound of what appeared to be laughing. The man started to chuckle as well.
"Heh, you're one ugly pussy! Let's get this over with... Here kitty, kitty, kitty." The man taunted. I couldn't help but smile.
Jon grabbed me and we ran back to our house as the mystery man clashed in battle with the beast. I watched from my lawn as he moved, swinging his sword as if it weighed nothing. He moved so charismatic and graceful. I was taken back with his beautiful and dangerous dance.
I caught wind of blood, but not human. It was the monster's. The man hacked away at it's body like it was made of jello. It smelled and salty and sweet at the same time. I was beginning to feel strange. My stomach burned, my skin cold, my eyes watered and stung, and my chest felt heavy to the point I couldn't breath.
While I fought my sickness the mysterious man killed the monster. I did get to see much of the fight, due to my illness. The man chuckled then sliced of it's dead. The eys dulled from a brilliant red glow to a lifeless stare. I collapsed.
Rachel rushed to my side. She knelt down and held me close. I was terrified. I didn't know what was going on. The man walked to me and set the head onto the ground. He sheathed his sword onto his back and knelt beside me.
"Calm down, kid. Don't try to fight it, it only makes you sicker." He spoke softly to me before turning his attention to Jon. "I take it she's a halfling."
"Yes..."
"You ok, kid? That was pretty brave. Not many would challenge a demon like that."
"Demon?" Was all I could manage to say.
"Thank you Mr. Dante. If you hadn't come, Lenne would have..." Rachel said fighting tears.
"Hey, that's my job!" The man took off his helmet and I gasped. He smiled at me. "You sure you're ok, kid?"
All I could do was nod. He was young and very handsome. He couldn't have been more than twenty. White hair swayed unrulingly in the slight breeze, and I could plainly see the more beautiful crystal blue eyes I had ever seen. He had a boyishly handsome face, but obviously a very dangerous man to trifle with.
"Well, I guess we and I will be meeting again sometime. There aren't many of us around you know. What's your name?"
"Lenne."
"Cool... I'm Dante. Sorry I can't stay and talk with you more, but so many demons so little time. You take care, okay. I gotta get going." He said smirking.
"Mr. Dante?" Rachel asked "She will be training soon, now that her pawers are getting stronger. Maybe she could..."
"Sorry, lady. I don't got time for amateurs. Maybe after she's learned how to handle herself we'll team up one day." He looked at me and winked. I blushed from head to toe, he burst into laughter. "Later, cutie."
"Wait!" I yelled trying to get up, but fell back from dizziness. "Um, thank you." He smiled at me again and chuckled. He was so handsome.
"Mr. Dante, here is the money we owe you." Jon said handing him several hundred dollar bills.
"Keep it. This one's on me. You got my number and the password should this happen again. Later."
He replaced the helmet on his head, leaned over to the severed head and lifted it up over his shoulder. "Wow he's strong!" I whispered to myself moments before he began to laugh again. He walked to an old motorcycle and drove away. I looked at my foster parents. I groaned at the sickness shrouding my body. Jon helped me inside as Rachel fixed tea for us. They knew I had a million questions that demanded answers. Training? So few of what? Demons? Amateurs? Half what?!?
That night my life changed... My body as well.
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Chapter Two will be up soon.
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Chapter 1
I stood out my living room window into the dense fog that surrounded my home town of Smittyville, New York. I was fifteen that year and going through my first year in high school. It was late October, three days from Halloween. My foster mother was mending my dress while my foster father watched the latest reports on the strange disappearances and deaths in the area. There was a curfew in effect. Apparently some physco was running around the area who liked to rip people up.
I didn't really pay close attention to the events on the television. I had problems of my own. I had always been an outcast amongst people, I was different. I was an average height, but I had strange colored hair and eyes, and always had long finger nails. My nails were easy enough to hide by simply clipping them, though by nightfall they were grown back. My hair and eyes were a problem though. My foster parents wouldn't let me wear contacts or die my hair. I was usually bullied in school about my unusual appearance.
It was Sunday night and I was dreading those terrible words mothers' seem take pleasure in saying. "It's time for bed, Lenne, honey. You have school tomorrow." My foster mother said still sewing. I just stood there. I didn't want to go to school. I was hell on earth.
I had only two friends at the time. One was Danny Fisher, but I called him Fishy for short. He was close to my height though I have always been tall a little taller. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, a little chubby but very strong, though he never could best me in a arm wrestling match. He was a shy boy, though he had a little bit of an anger issue. Little things made him fly off the handle. He was my age but he acted much younger. I guess that is why I liked him so much.
Though Fishy was my best friend there was one other who I found interesting enough to hang around with. Her name was Misty Mann. She too was blonde hair and blue eyes, thirteen years old and shy to a fault. She would never tell anyone but she dreamed of being a singer. Unfortunately, in my opinion, she made windows shatter, cats screech and dogs howl. Of course, I would never tell her that. Everyone had to have a dream, who was I to destroy it. My was to one day have a place where I would be accepted for who I am. Someone who would be with me. A husband and a family. Though I couldn't see it happening the way the boys at school treated me.
"Lenne, sweetie, did you hear me?" She said again capturing my attention.
"Huh?"
"It's time for bed." She repeated.
"Rachel, hurry look at this!" My foster father exclaimed.
There wasn't much to say about Rachel and John. I hadn't know them very long. I had been in foster care for as long as I remember. I was told, by a previous foster parent, with whom I fought with constantly, that my real father raped my mother, and she had committed suicide directly after my birth. Not that I cared. Well, maybe a little. I think all orphans do. It would been nice to have met her. I don't remember much about her but I saw her once. Yes, I know I said she had died after I was born, but I know I saw her.
I remember bright light, lots of people running about. I remember the first time I felt pain and having something being shoved down my throat. Then, I saw her. It was only a glimpse. She was beautiful despite the fatigue across her lovely face. She was sweating and her brown hair stuck to her forehead. She had red liquid all over her and people holding her down as she tried to reach for me. That was the last time I saw her.
"My God!" Rachel screamed. I walked over the the two sitting in the family room infront of the TV. "Do you think this is..." Rachel stammered.
"Maybe... But there is no need to think it will come here." Jon replied.
"But if it does... Will we have time to prepare? Should we call 'him'?"
"Okay... Maybe 'he' can fix this. You two stay here. I'll make the call."
"What call? To who?" I asked. Both Jon and Rachel remained silent.
I brushed away my concern and returned to my window. I groaned as I sat on the window sill. I was tired but regretting bed. That meant school would come sooner. That and the spot I sat in was uncomfortable. I stared into the dense fog to the blurry outside world and clicked my pen in my hands, that I used for my homework.
Then I noticed a movement in the lawn of the neighbors across the street. At first I thought it was a dog but I was way too big to be a dog of any kind. It crawled stealthy like a cat, as if surveying the area. I backed away from the window towards Rachel.
"Rachel..." I whispered. "Hey, come quick. Look at that!"
I pointed out the window to the animal outside. It was enormous, I could tell that much, but little else due to the fog. I also noted that it moved with grace like a cat on the prowl. Rachel stood next to me. She searched the darkness but saw nothing. My eyesight was keen in both day and night, but poor Rachel required glasses to see anything far away. I sighed as I spoke to her, "You should be able to see it soon. It's getting close the the porch light!"
Then Rachel saw it, and I watched her bite back a scream. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me behind the couch in the family room. Not a word, Lenne, honey. It's going to be okay." I wanted to tell her that I was fine, other that the red marks on my arm from her tight grip, that she was the one freaking out, but as I looked at her I realized that her statement was more trying to reassuring herself than me. "I'm going to find Jon. You stay here and don't move!"
Rachel's comment was a sternly whispered command. I decided best to obey, for now. I was very interested in this creature. What was it? There was something behind Rachel's fear, but what? My stomach knotted and I felt hot from head to toe but I pushed it out of my mind. I wasn't at all interested in getting sick! But why was I getting sick? I wasn't scared as much as I was fascinated. I decided to be darring and peer over the back of the couch. I looked through the window and found it again, still bathed the the golden light of the porch lantern. The fog still made it difficult to decifer all its detail but I could see it much more clearly.
It was huge, and had a sleek body. My cat theory was proven when I saw it, but what puzzled me was the head. It had a snake like head to a feline body, two horns just behind its cat like ears and large, red, glowing eyes. It looked like it was looking for something. It crouched down and sniffed the soil at it's feet, then looked up and looked around.
I gasped when Jon snuck up behind me and pulled my back down behind the couch. He hushed me when I tried to whisper a protest. Jon then took my arm and led me to the stairs.
"What did he say, Jon?" Rachel's voice quivered in absolute fear.
"I told him it was close... I told him the situation... He knows it here. He said he'd be here in approximately an hour. We have to find a safe place to hide till then. You take Lenne upstairs and hide. I'll stay down here and keep an eye on it."
Rachel looked as though she was going to protest when suddenly I heard a loud crash. I turned the corner and saw the beast ripping though the front window of the neighbor's home. Jon grabbed mw again and pushed me up the stairs. Rachel shut off all the lights as we passed down the hall and into my room.
What happened next would haunt my dreams for the rest of my life. I heard a loud roar followed by screams of horror and agony of death. I tried to rush to my window but Rachel held me back. Jon was still down stairs. Now I was afraid. Scared to death actually. I felt like I had ice water running through my veins and I shivered. Rachel pulled me to her and whispered.
"It's ok, sweetie. It'll be ok."
I felt something warm on my cheeks when I realized that I was crying. Those people were dead. Among other senses I had an incredibly acute sense of smell. My window opened slightly I could smell the thick coppery sent of blood, and lots of it. I knew the neighbors across the street well. They were teachers. At the high school, Mr. Roberts was my literature teacher, Mrs. Roberts was a 3rd grade teacher.
I began to cry harder. I buried my face into Rachel's chest. I couldn't stop crying. Jon rushed into my room at that moment, his face was stark white, his hands over his mouth and tears rolling down his face.
"I tried to call again... to tell him that it was on the block... but there was no answer... He might be on the way. It's working it's way around the block. As long as we stay here we'll be..." Jon was cut off by another loud crash and the sounds of screams. It was the Patersons home. The blood sent filled the air and Rachel began to sob. Jon sat in the corner with us as we huddled closer. "It's gonna be fine."
"How can we protect her?" Rachel sobbed.
"It'll be fine." Jon replied.
Several minutes pasted and another house was ravaged. Some time later we heard gun shots. Jon dashed to the window but ran back after taking a peek.
"Is it him?" Rachel asked.
"No, it's a local."
"He'll be killed. He can't stop that thing." Rachel's eyes wide with fear. Jon only nodded.
Several more shot thundered, then the firing ceased and a man's screams sliced through the air. More blood filled the air. I noted he must have been a terrible shot for I could only smell human blood in the atmosphere. The monster wasn't injured.
I watched the digital clock in my bedroom. It had been a little less than a half an hour since the first house was attacked. Who was going to be here in an hour? The army? It seemed that the police was no match for this thing. Several more local arrived but only slowed the monster's mission down. They too met with a terrible, agonizing death. Three more houses down and nearly a dozed people murdered. The smell of blood so thick i cause me to vomit several times. Rachel rubbed my back and Jon held my hair from my face. They were so worried about me. My body still felt warm. I wondered if I was getting a fever.
It was making it's way down the row of houses on the opposite side of the street. Soon it would double back and work on the side we lived on. Suddenly it hit me. Fishy lived six houses down from me. Misty lived two up from him. The monster would get to them soon. I shot to my feet in a panic. I tried to run but Jon grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back down.
"Lenne, get down!"
"But, Fishy! He'll be killed. I have to go and warn them! I have to do something!" I screamed.
Rachel tried to silence me as Jon tugged on my arm. I succeeded in pulling away and rushed out of my room and down the stairs to the front door. I opened it slowly looking around for the monster. I heard Jon running down the stairs after me, I darted out to the bushes that lined our front patio. Jon jumped down behind me.
"Damn it, Lenne. Get back inside. Fishy will be fine!"
"No. It'll get to his house soon, Jon. We have to stop this thing!" Though I whispered Jon still hushed me.
"Lenne, I'm done being reasonable with you." His eyes were mixed with anger, fear and worry. "I can't let anything happen to you. You mean the world to us! We love you!" I could tell Jon wasn't going to let me go, but I refused to back down.
At that moment I heard a door creek open. I saw Mr. Fisher looking out the door to see if the monster was about. Then Fishy and his family darted from their home to the car parallel parked infront of their house. They tried to get in as quietly as possible to make an escape. The beast no where in sight. Jon and I watched and prayed silently for their safety. If they escaped then all I had to worry about was Misty, who lived three houses down form me.
I watched as Mrs. Fisher began to get in the car. Mr. Fisher cranked the engine, but it refuse to start. Then I heard Mrs. Fisher scream. The monster was standing in the yard kiddy corner to their car. It snarled as if angry they were trying to escape, and then charged. Fishy held his little sister as she screamed and huddled against him in the back seat, as his father frantically tried to start the engine.
I ran out of the bushes towards the car and screamed. Fishy looked at me. I could see the terror in his eyes. A mixture of sweat and water from the misty fog accumulated on my face. Jon screamed and Rachel called me from my window, but I kept running.
The monster leaped and landed on the hood of the Fisher's car, totally smashing the front, rendering the vehicle useless. The family began to disembark the car. I ran to the garden of house near by, scooped up a hand full of rocks and began to pitch them at the beast, cursing wildly.
I was suddenly sorry when it turned to me and growled. It seemed to be smiling slightly. I was not close enough to see it. It had a cat like body, a snake head with horns, black fur on it's legs and chest but black feathers on it's face, neck and back. I was chilled to the bone.
Though my plan had worked and Fishy and his family made it safely inside their home, I stood alone to face a killer. Snarling and growling, I noticed the tip of it's tail had a large rattle that was now shaking vigorously. I began to back away slowly. I could smell the blood of all those people on it's body. It's red eyes fixated on me.
"Lenne, Run!" Jon screamed and ran towards me.
"Lenne!" Rachel was now outside holding her chest.
I was frozen to that spot. Then... There was gun fire. The thing yelped and a young man ran between me and the monster. The creature growled ferociously. I cringed and shivered. The man's back turned towards me. He wore a red leather jacket with metal chains and buttons on the sleeves, faded black leather pants, black boots that, though they were shined, were worn in areas, and a red helmet with the words "Devil May Cry" painted on the sides infront of a woman's silhouette holding two guns above her head.
I could tell the man was strong. He had two beautiful shiny guns in his hands and a large sword on his back. He placed his guns calmly into the back of his pants and drew his sword. The monster made sound of what appeared to be laughing. The man started to chuckle as well.
"Heh, you're one ugly pussy! Let's get this over with... Here kitty, kitty, kitty." The man taunted. I couldn't help but smile.
Jon grabbed me and we ran back to our house as the mystery man clashed in battle with the beast. I watched from my lawn as he moved, swinging his sword as if it weighed nothing. He moved so charismatic and graceful. I was taken back with his beautiful and dangerous dance.
I caught wind of blood, but not human. It was the monster's. The man hacked away at it's body like it was made of jello. It smelled and salty and sweet at the same time. I was beginning to feel strange. My stomach burned, my skin cold, my eyes watered and stung, and my chest felt heavy to the point I couldn't breath.
While I fought my sickness the mysterious man killed the monster. I did get to see much of the fight, due to my illness. The man chuckled then sliced of it's dead. The eys dulled from a brilliant red glow to a lifeless stare. I collapsed.
Rachel rushed to my side. She knelt down and held me close. I was terrified. I didn't know what was going on. The man walked to me and set the head onto the ground. He sheathed his sword onto his back and knelt beside me.
"Calm down, kid. Don't try to fight it, it only makes you sicker." He spoke softly to me before turning his attention to Jon. "I take it she's a halfling."
"Yes..."
"You ok, kid? That was pretty brave. Not many would challenge a demon like that."
"Demon?" Was all I could manage to say.
"Thank you Mr. Dante. If you hadn't come, Lenne would have..." Rachel said fighting tears.
"Hey, that's my job!" The man took off his helmet and I gasped. He smiled at me. "You sure you're ok, kid?"
All I could do was nod. He was young and very handsome. He couldn't have been more than twenty. White hair swayed unrulingly in the slight breeze, and I could plainly see the more beautiful crystal blue eyes I had ever seen. He had a boyishly handsome face, but obviously a very dangerous man to trifle with.
"Well, I guess we and I will be meeting again sometime. There aren't many of us around you know. What's your name?"
"Lenne."
"Cool... I'm Dante. Sorry I can't stay and talk with you more, but so many demons so little time. You take care, okay. I gotta get going." He said smirking.
"Mr. Dante?" Rachel asked "She will be training soon, now that her pawers are getting stronger. Maybe she could..."
"Sorry, lady. I don't got time for amateurs. Maybe after she's learned how to handle herself we'll team up one day." He looked at me and winked. I blushed from head to toe, he burst into laughter. "Later, cutie."
"Wait!" I yelled trying to get up, but fell back from dizziness. "Um, thank you." He smiled at me again and chuckled. He was so handsome.
"Mr. Dante, here is the money we owe you." Jon said handing him several hundred dollar bills.
"Keep it. This one's on me. You got my number and the password should this happen again. Later."
He replaced the helmet on his head, leaned over to the severed head and lifted it up over his shoulder. "Wow he's strong!" I whispered to myself moments before he began to laugh again. He walked to an old motorcycle and drove away. I looked at my foster parents. I groaned at the sickness shrouding my body. Jon helped me inside as Rachel fixed tea for us. They knew I had a million questions that demanded answers. Training? So few of what? Demons? Amateurs? Half what?!?
That night my life changed... My body as well.
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Chapter Two will be up soon.