~* Entregada Mi Gemella Carina*~… The Dido to My Stan! :D

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Demons Are Prey?

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"I'm gonna slaughter you!"

Chanel boots hightailed it down the rickety dark roads of Elm Street. Steel heels slammed ungraciously into crystalline gravel, consuming the sky with grey dust. Unwavering gust of soil mingled with the night's blinding black clouds in an attempt to blind the courageous female. Even Mother Nature seemed hell bent on halting her speedy pace. Poison Ivy and moss stretched onto the jagged road to form a blockade. Meanwhile, monstrous trees hovered over the sidewalks, their draping leaves shrouding Elm Street in darkness.

Crunch, crunch…Green eyes focused on the tall male racing towards the roadside trees. Blood painted his shoe print a size nine and the dripping liquid smell rank. The redhead's body almost gave out at the sickening stench, but she kept running. Harsh boots shifted from side to side and her gun pointed at the runner. Her pace was futile as the retreating figure disappeared in the forest of weeds. The redhead stopped at the exact sight that her prey disappeared. Her tiny nose inhaled the morose scent one more time.

Sniff, strong nostrils tingled, knowing the demon was still around, just simply invisible. Firm legs parted and moved from side to side. The tree tops dropped itchy vines on her neck. Grunting, the sexy female swatted the vine away with her left hand just as he right pulled a silver bullet .44 magnum pistols to her breasts. Mosquitoes and gnats buzzed around her sweaty palms and rested on the pistols neck.

"Planto somnium verus." Make the Dreamer Real – she spoke the ancient Latin enchantment to enable his dream state. Husky yet high pitched, her voice was grating, "It's just you an me now you little dream chasing motherfucker! So either get your coward ass out here or I'll start burning up your precious little house of horrors."

It was enough to summon his anger.

The Demon body began to tremble, invisibility relinquishing in front of her.

"DIE!"

Knife like fingers jabbed at the redhead faster than she could have predicted. Shwing, shwing! Harsh metal aimed for the redheads face and she dodged back quickly. Chanel boots slipped in the gravelly road, feet kicking up as she faltered. Both arms went up to protect her face, the blades slicing her open. Red meat and clotting blood sprayed from her arm onto the Demon's face. Tears shot to her eyes simultaneous meeting with the pure evil in black pupils.

Pain shot through her arms and red libation exploded into the night. Air left her body as the initial shock took over. All she could think to do was fumble backwards more. With the Thunderous aching rippling from the injury to her heart, the female barely could get an utterance out. "URGH! Holy Shit! Now you're really going to pay!"

The Demon's humanized face creased with ugly scars from burns into a smile. His teeth were rotten and his intentions were to bite the life from her. Without warning he lunged onto her. POW! Their bodies slammed into each other harshly, the evil doer landing on the gorgeous hunter. Both figures went down into the dirt, following a puff of gravel, dirt and grass into the air. The demon clawed at her gun furiously. The pistol seemed to be jammed between the twosome and the hunter needed her arms to block.

Snickering, "Ha-ha, Have horrible nightmares, psychotic bitch!"

Shwing, shwing! Devilish blades tore her arms diagonally yet and still she blocked with them. The cuts were deep, but not enough to sever any artery. The Demon growled, "Grrr, First I'll torture you, maybe let you live, and then it's that little boy-toy and his brother-"

"Fuck you!" No one threatened her man.

Sharp elbow popped up from her guard faster than a speeding bullet. Suddenly, the bone slammed into the Demon's temple with ultimate force. POW! Noise literally exploded through the wooden road like a tidal wave. And Like an ocean current, his body flipped from the Crimson haired avenger. His body rolled, revealing a red and blue stripped sweater. Her fashionable gaze eyed the disgusting pattern before she scrambled on top of him.

"What the fuck did you say?" Both her knees jammed into either of his arms. Thus, his sharp fingers were pint to the ground. Yet, his legs kicked out helplessly and he wiggled furiously. Right and left, his entire body crumbled and the redhead sat on his chest. Blood dripped from her free arms onto his balding face. "You shouldn't have threatened my man 'cause I'm Rachel Gatina… BITCH!"

"I-"

Before he could utter a single word, the butt of her gun began slamming into his face. POW! POW! POW! Black blood like substance oozed from his nos. Rachel flipped the gun in her hand. Lifting her arms, she thrust the pistols neck down towards his left eyes ball. The exit chamber struck the demon's socket fast and furious. Shoots of blood bubbled up into the the while, the demon's screams echoed out into the night:

"OH FUCK! STOPPPPPP! ARGGGGGGH!"

Death-curdling screams shifted of the treetops and down the darkened road. Anyone with 100 miles could hear the devastating hollers. To hear a demon begging for mercy inspired the outrageous redhead. Rachel was even more incline to torture the devilish creature. Laughter spilled from the hunter just as his blood ran down his face, "Ha-ha-hah, you want me to stop."

"Ugh," inaudible moans. "Ugh, argh!"

"Okay!" Pressing the trigger… BAM! Gunpowder residue and a lifeless demon body. Giggling, she insisted, "Tell your friends in hell about me."

Beep- BEEEEEP! Bright lights and a car horn were introduced to the already morbid scene. The redhead looked up from her victim towards the searing headlights coming her way. It was dark, but Rachel could tell it was her boyfriend and his badass brother. Green eyes could even make out the brunette's floppy hair in the passenger seat and blonde's low-cut gelled hairstyle in the drivers seat. Rachel pulled herself from the ground as the twosome drove up to her.

The blonde's window was rolled midway. He stared at her arms, handsome face smirking, "See little brother, I told you Kitten was alright. Just taking care of business," He winked. "Right Gatina."

"Whatever, Dean." Rachel gave him a lighthearted eye roll before flouncing over to her boyfriend's side of the car.

Chiseled features furrowed with worry and the tall male opened his car door. Click. Old spice and rugged muscles encompassed the redhead in a hug. Her blood smear over his long sleeve shirt but the male didn't care. Instead, the handsome gentleman kissed his girlfriend's crown. "Ray, what the hell were you thinking doing this alone? I told you to wait for us."

"Sam." Rachel moved slightly from his hard chest. "I'm a big girl and I kick demons asses all day long."

"But…" He began a protest but it was his brother who interrupted. "Far be it for me to interrupt such a sweet moment, but in case you guys want prison time for Mr. Deaddy Cruger here, I suggest we get a move on. Besides, there have been rumors of a possible vampire attack in a little town called Tree Hill."

"Tree Hill?"

The brunette male tugged his girlfriend closer. The last thing he wanted to do was go back to Tree Hill and her. His brother nodded although equally as nervous. The last person he wanted to see was childhood friend and love, Haley James.

"Yep Sammy, Tree Hill."

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Killer Crows. Dead Priest. Murderous Confessionals.

Such astonishing descriptions could only pertain to something truly ghastly, truly horrifying. Not only did Haley James think so but the entire town of Tree Hill seemed in agreement. In a measly two day stint, rumors circulated that a serial killer was possibly on the loose. Mothers were terrified and fathers were protective. Even sworn enemies were calling a truce. Gossipers couldn't contain their curiosity over the tragic events that left a holy man dead, a cheer captain traumatized, and the entire Ravens student body fascinated with Brooke Davis.

Case and Point: spectators eyed the two best friends walking down the crowded hallway. Students paused at their lockers eyeing the gorgeous brunette currently attached to the resident Tutor Girl. Boisterous chatter turned into calculated whispers and sighs of empathy. Losers she would usually scoff at rested against the blue painted lockers and made underhanded comments. Even the cheerleaders – her squad- attempted to deflect attention from her but couldn't keep prying eyes away.

Instead, her blonde co-captain forced more unwanted attention upon her:

"STOP STARING AT BROOKIE!" Bevin's ditzy voice echoed over student body. "SERIOUSLY, YOU PEOPLE ACT LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN A DEAD BODY BEFORE!"

Seriously, did she just say that? Apparently so, judging by the answers that seemed to spring from already antagonistic Brooke Davis haters. They were the non-popular, the angry bullied turned bullies. Some laughed and other made off colored remarks. "Bet she is the one who killed the priest, anyway." The words were painful to endue and even harder to understand. Why did they hate her so fucking much?

"Shut up, Bevin!" Sexy Latina cheerleader, Theresa grabbed her best friend by the arm.

Bevin attempted to wiggle away, but the tanned prep yanked her away. Brooke's heart shaped face reddened and toned arms wrapped securely around her best friend's right arm. The tiny brunette buried her chin in the strawberry blonde's soft shoulder. "I know I told you this yesterday at my place, but you don't seem to believe me. I swear a crow did it, Hales."

"Mhmm, I heard you the first time, tigger. I just don't think you should tell anyone else."

Honey hued irises shifted from the brunette to their lockers. Slowly, Haley guided her still guarded friend towards the blue metal containers. They were separated by one other locker, one which belonged to their former friend Peyton Sawyer. The tutor checked the surrounding to make sure the blonde betrayer was nowhere in sight. Tiny arms pulled away from the petite brunette currently pleading to be believed.

"But if it don't tell anyone-"

"Tigger," Haley cut her off without realizing. Hazel eyes lowered as her friend continued. "Stay right here by your locker where I can see you while I get my books, okay?"

Was she really being treated like a child?

He question was answered once the tutor wondered over to her own locker. Both eyes were set on keeping the brunette in close contact. Brooke couldn't help the roll of her eyes as she rested against her locker. Her back propped against the steel blue metal and coolness touched her naked flesh where her uniform shirt ended. The blue and white Raven's cheer outfit seemed shorter this year than the last. Her belly button ring was exposed and for the first time in her life, Brooke felt too revealed.

Knowing that at anytime she could be attacked by some stranger…

Chills went up and down her spine. As if reading her fear, the familiar voice harkened. "Cheerleader, cheerleader." So teasing, so smooth and deep…iciness stung her eardrum. "I should have known. I always wanted to snack on a cheerleader."

It was him.

"Leave me hell alone." Mutters slipped from under her breath whilst ember eyes searched her peers. "Why are you stalking me? In my head?" Confusion washed over her mind. Brooke began to unravel mentally. "And who-who are you?"

"I could tell you know, but that would spoil the fun. And I want to play with you my little pet. You deserve a slow death."

"But…" The word started to spin and fear grasped her throat. Air ceased to enter her body anymore. Gasping, the brunette felt her temperature rising. Feverish heat lit her brain on fire and images of a tall man popped into her eyesight. Brooke leaned back against the locker further and attempted one last response before slipping into complete darkness. "Why, why meeeee?"

"Why not you?"

"Ah!" Moans seeped from her mouth, as she awake in the mist of tangled white sheets. Porcelain skin became vibrant olive against snow hued flesh under the gauzed light of the sunset. Dark lashes fluttered open to the most beautiful gaze known to man and a smirk more devilish than Satan. It shouldn't have turned on her on, but nostalgia gathered at her core. "Yo- yo- you!"

"Insolent mortal, you're just another puppet to me." Hard, harder… he thrust into her until she could barely breathe. Her body arched up to his hammering hips and received him gratefully. "First, I taste you."

Unnaturally soft lips trailed up to her neck, tongue tracing moist circles. He waited until she was withering ever so completely before his fangs retracted. Diving in, he bit the beautiful teen in her neck hard. The fangs scrapped her skin like harsh metal stabbing tender meat. Searing fire shoot through her neck and boiling blood rushed from her body. Painful gasping choked out from the Brooke's gaping out. "Ugh! NO!"

"Then, I'll kill you!"

"NO!"

The scream echoed throughout the school.

Brooke Davis blacked out.

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