The safety was taken off the gun with an audiable click,
blood eyes glowed in the dark as the weapon was raised "leave here now ".
Larsa looked at the red eyes in darkness as the woman fled and knew fear, for the better part of his life he had been a dreaded swordsman, a murderer, a ravanger, a spiller of blood for nothing but his own pleasure to him he had gathered likeminded men, he was feared across the land and men spoke his name in whispers, but he felt fear, true fear, the kind that hides in the darkness of the earth and makes men fear the shadows. He knew then that his life was over, only death lay in his future, the final darkness, if he did as the voice said his men would tear him apart for his cowardess but if he attacked, his skills were known and feared, but against this creature... he shuddered and choose his death.
Vincent watched the man and knew what choice he had made. When the knife flew he was ready he shifted slightly and watched the knife fly past, ducking when the sword flashed for his head and leaping high into the air...
Larsa watched the demon disappear into the air and looked up at the sky!
"Where is it!!" he though.
A breath of air stirred behind him and he turned, eyes wide and staring.
Staring into eyes more ancient then time itself, eyes that had seen horrors he could not imagine.
He had seen pain and torture that lasted for days, but he feared nothing in this world more
then those eyes. Silence like the grave as he stared into the portals to hell.
Then the bark of a gun he fell to the ground thanking the darkness for blocking the sight,
the sight of those terribles eyes.
Vincent stepped away from the corpse and holstered his gun, walking away his eyes turned from
demonic eyes to the eyes of a man with a past he can't forget.
He walked into the darkness and vanished into the night.
authors note: remember to review and also NO MORE DEATH THREATS!!! lol
