chapter 2. i always read through to correct any typos and errors, but if i missed any i apologize. enjoy!
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I walked into Bloody Mary, the bar that guys like the Thunder Brothers were known to hang out at. I wasn't surprised when all the eyes in the bar looked back at me when I walked in. Demon's can smell humans from a mile away, and I didn't need to be able to read auras to know that I was the only human in the whole place.
I crossed my arms and glared at the room. "Ya'll have 3 seconds to get the Thunder Brothers front and center."
There was a little commotion, demon's looking around, before a fairly human looking Demon and another drastically different creature walked forward. "Who wants to know gorgeous?" the attractive one smirked. Too bad a cute face has never done much for me.
"Outside. Now." I spat, turning on my heel and storming out the bar. I knew my having turned my back on them was a major faux pas. Powerful Demons demanded respect. In all actuality, humans outnumbered demons in the world, however all demons were stronger than your average human. If there was ever an all out war, the outcome is extreme uncertain. The only guarantee is that it would be the bloodiest battle in history.
Outside the bar, I took my bow off my back and loaded and arrow, aiming for the door. The short and fat, weasel like brother walked out first. Not even giving him a chance to get one foot on the pavement, I released the arrow, the beautiful twang sound I lived for filling my senses. There was a roar of pure rage, and it wasn't from the brother that was just incinerated by me spiritual energy.
I was halfway to reaching for another bow when an excruciating bolt of electricity shot through my body. I fell to my knees with a scream. My was shaking violently as I gritted my teeth and looked up to see the human looking brother stomped out of the bar, his red eyes glowing with anger. "You little bitch! How dare you kill me little brother. You'll pay for that." He snarled, suddenly raising into the air.
I pushed myself to my feet, grabbing an arrow as fast as I could at firing it right at him. My aim was good, but the thunder bolt left me shaking, so my attack was easily dodged. The Demon came flying towards me, thunder collecting in the palm of his hand. I lifted my bow in the air and swung down just into time to hit him before his outstretched hand could touch me. The energy sent him flying backwards and into the brick wall of the building behind him. Dust from the bricks crumbling off the building and on top of the demon clouded my vision, but I immediately had me bow loaded and aimed again. The second I saw the slight silhouette of the demon through that dust, I fired. The white glow of my arrow cleared all the dust, giving me the perfect view of my arrow incinerating him.
Breathing heavy, and still a bit shaky, I struggled to use my wobbly legs and walked over to what was left of the bodies. Because this was not an official assignment, there was not going to be a cleanup crew, which meant I had to move the mess before going home.
A nearby dumpster seemed like a better place any. It took a good 20 minutes to move all the evidence into the large crate. Shutting the lid on the dumpster, I sneered, "That's for Shippo."
I started back home, covered in blood and dust, smelling like death and dumpster. It was going to be hell trying to shower later. My hip length black hair was tied back in a long braid luckily, which meant I wouldn't have to deal with any snarls, just blood and guts.
The sun was rising as I staggered to the front door of my apartment. You almost become nocturnal when you're a Demon Hunter. I was digging through my pockets when a sound had me whirling around with my bow held out in front of me, ready to be loaded.
A handsome demon stood on the other side of the street. He was looking right at me, arms crossed and not looking to happy. A tight red shirt showed off his nicely bit physic, and his gold piercing eyes and white hair with what I was guessing were dog or wolf ears on top of his head was what gave his demon-ness away. Class B for sure.
"Can I help you?" I snarled, not meaning to sound so pissed. Between being sleep deprived, hurt from being hit my lightening, covered in blood and dirt and smelling like shit, pissed was the only tone my voice could register right now.
"Yeah, you can." His eyebrows were furrowed and I noticed canine fangs when we spoke.
"Great." I said sarcastically. "Check back with me in 24 hours and I'd be happy to help." And with an added 'fuck you' I turned my back to him and reached in my pocket for my keys.
I was slammed from behind not even a second later, being pushed up against my apartment door, its whining creaks threatening not being able to hold the demon pushing me against its feeble stature.
"You need to show me a little more respect than that." The dog snarled. Yeah, it was a dog for sure. I could smell him now, and while he smelt good, I knew the difference between dog and wolf smell.
"Fuck you." I snarled back, spiritual energy encasing my whole body. I heard a sizzling noise and could smell burning of flesh and wood. The Demon jumped back enough to save his palms from burned, and I pushed off the door in hopes of not destroying it. The front was charred but it'd be okay.
I loaded a bow and aimed at the Demon. "Don't fuck with me right now mister. I've had a hell of a night and killing you wouldn't get me in any deeper shit than what I'm already in." I pulled the bow even tighter, begging him to give me a reason to just let go.
He smirked. "You'd be surprised." Then he ran his clawed fingers across his forearm drawing blood. I was caught off guard by this, so when he threw his hand like a baseball and yelled 'blades of blood', I was really unprepared for the large blades of red blood spinning towards me.
I lowered my bow and tried to draw up enough energy to create a small barrier of energy around myself, but was too slow. My skin burned as the Demon's blood actually sliced my flesh open. Blood started running down my arms, legs, and sides at a dangerous rate. Before I could even take an intake of breath, the incredibly fast demon was behind me, one arm wrapped around my chest, pinning me arms to my side, and the other hand clamped over my nose and mouth.
Fuck. This was bad. It had been over 48 hours since I slept and now I was losing a lot of blood. My vision faded in and out. I fought against the demon, but he just pinned me harder against the front of his body. I started to conjure up spiritual energy again, but before I could my eyes started to close on their own, and I felt my body go limp in the demon's arms before everything went dark.