AN: A bit later than expected, had no internet yesterday :P Anywho, next chappie!

Jessica: It's not the cookies, 'tis the balcony scene! *bashes head on desk* That scene is the bane of my existance! But... cookies are good too, we'd both appreciate them :D

Josh14: Yeaaah, it has been a while hasn't it... oops? Well, here's more, hope you enjoy :)

Feri: Your wish has been granted! Huzzah!


Chapter One
Dreams and Warnings


I was running, screaming. Black boots slapped sharply against wet pavement. Looking over my shoulder, I saw a huge black dog, with red eyes that glowed. It was getting closer with each bound, snarling at me. I screamed again, trying to run faster, but it was like running through cement. My legs felt like jelly, and my lungs burned. "Help! Somebody help!" Nobody was there, the darkness was pressing in on me, choking me, as I stumbled forward, and the hound was leaping, about to catch me...

I hit the floor with a dull thud, and groaned. When I opened my eyes, all I was met with was the dormitory ceiling. For once, I was glad it was only a dream. A harsh voice interrupted my thoughts as I lay there, convincing myself to breath.

"Aww, poor Croftie got nightmares?"

I quickly scrambled up from the floor, giving one of my lovely dorm-mates a sharp glare, and stalked over to the bathroom. Once there, I looked in the mirror and sighed. There would always be a part of me that wished those dreams were real, no matter how horrible they were. At least dream me had something to do other than smile and keep my homicidal thoughts to myself.

"Hey Croft! Don't be crying in there, we need to get ready soon!" Rolling my eyes at the insult, I grabbed my brush and left, pushing thoughts of dreams and demonic hounds out of my mind for the day.

Don't ask me how I ended up outside a dingy little church in the slums of Paris, but I did. The past few days were a blur. Getting discharged from the legion – due to, and I quote, "frequent unnatural occurrences" – starting my life over again with only an old prototype gun, a motorcycle, and a duffel bag with all necessary items; not to mention dealing with far too many demons for my liking. I suppose it was the demons that led me to this church; I was at my wit's end, and it seemed the most likely place for me to get help, preferably without monetary compensation.

I walked inside the silent building – despite the questionable neighborhood surrounding it, the inside of the church was remarkably clean. "Hello?" My voice was fairly quiet, but it carried well in the emptiness of the hall. A muffled voice came from near my right, I followed it, opening a door and finding myself in an office.

An elderly man was sitting at a desk covered in papers, a priest, by the look of him. "Que peux-moi fais pour vous, cher garçon?" he asked. In shaky French, I explained to him my predicament: that I was being chased by demons and I wanted them to go away. He seemed to understand well enough, and told me to speak some other priest in England, and to beware the demon hound with eyes of red; although I may have misunderstood the last part, I don't know. I left a bit more confused than when I entered, but at least I had a goal. Find the man the priest spoke of, and get information, hopefully in English. I swung a leg over my motorcycle and sped off into the night.


AN: Yup, that be it for now. Reviews, hugs and cookies are all appreciated... now back to that stupid balcony scene xP

Translation: Que peux-moi fais pour vous, cher garçon? - "What can I do for you, dear boy?"