The house was filled with cobwebs and dust that's been accumulated over the years. The faint smell of wet stone creeping through the old walls. Sasha took small steps inside, she scanned the room. She could hear faint whimpering coming from upstairs. She lifted her head and took out her blades.

She knew better than to reveal her position, she remained silent and teleported to the top of the stairs, staring down the long hallway. The crying stopped and Sasha dropped her eyes down below, the door began shaking, immediately slamming shut. Sasha stared, listening for any other sounds.

She heard low giggling in the distance; she turned her head to see a bloody human hand. It was twitching and flopping around like a fish out of water. Sasha stepped back, a dark figure at the far end of the hallway landing in her peripheral line of sight. A bullet slammed into the right of her body, skimming her coat, Sasha jumped around, looking down from the balcony. The man she'd seen earlier was standing at the bottom of the staring up at her.

He reached up for his glasses, taking them off and revealing a large gash across his eyes. One of them a foggy gray color, clearly blind in that eye.

"Hello Sasha," the man said with a Russian accent

She stood quiet, glowering at the man.

"How did you find me?"

He scoffed, "Dear little Jonathan needs to keep better staff."

Sasha's eyes widened

John

Sasha swallowed any anxiety she had down, her breathes loud and angry.

"What do you want?"

The man feigned hurt.

"Don't you remember me princess?" he asked, throwing his glasses on the ground, "I remember very clearly when you did this to me."

"I guess we're even, since you did try killing me."

The man smiled, "Yes well I suppose I should finish what I started. What do you think?"

Sasha gave a passive glare; she pulled out her blades and flipped them in her hands. Not bothering to answer the man, assuming her actions spoke louder. The man sneered and appeared behind Sasha, she threw her hand to pierce his neck. He gripped onto her wrist and slammed his fist at her jaw, throwing her off the balcony to land unpleasantly on the floor.

She groaned in pain but twisted and disappeared when he jumped off the upper level. Her attacker landed in the spot she had been seconds before, his eyes glowing red, he scanned the room for her presence.

"Big brother can't protect you forever," he spoke

He stood up and pulled out his gun, "he'll die like the filth he is."

Sasha growled and locked her arms with the man, flipping behind his back and throwing him into the wall, breaking into the kitchen. He snarled and threw a piece of wood off his body.

He waited for a sound; he could hear footsteps to his right and grinned. He dodged Sasha's knife and punched her in the stomach, making her fall forward. He clutched her shoulder and leg, throwing her at the counter.

Sasha's face slammed into the sink hard, cracking the corner off. She grunted in pain the man snickered as he sauntered over towards the woman. He sighed and shook his head, "pity you were the one chosen to lead the pact, you should have taken the offer. Maybe you and your brother wouldn't be in this position right now."

He leaned over and gripped a chunk of her silver hair; she gritted her teeth in the process and shot her hand up to grapple his arm.

"Your nothing but punk kids, you and your smartass brother," he sneered, slamming her head even harder on the ground and pulling her back up to his face. He reached in his jacket to pull out a long knife, Sasha stared at it, her breathes picking up as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

"I'm going to enjoy this little one, any final quips, last words maybe?"

Despite Sasha's pain, a small smile formed on her bloody and bruised lips, "Bruce."

The man gave a look of confusion, "what?"

The quick footsteps of the animal bolted out of the shadows and attacked the man, who cried in pain as he fell back onto the ground. The canine's eyes glowed piercing red at as he dug his teeth into his arm. Bruce jerked his head from side to side, ripping the man's flesh open.

The man was able to grab his gun and flipped it over pulling the trigger. Bruce winced out in pain and shook his head, retreating back to cover Sasha, who was lying motionless on the ground.

"You fucking mut!" He picked up his knife and cracked his neck, running his fingers through his hair and took slow steps towards the dog and his master.

A sudden small guttural giggle was heard throughout the house. The man turned his head in confusion to see who it was.

"He's coming," the voice whispered

"Come down here," the voice whispered again, "you'll float down here."

He growled in aggravation and bent over to the woman, "I'll be back for you," he smiled

The man stood up, pleased at the beating he gave to the little brat. But his smile disappeared when the sound of children came from the long end of the hallway. He walked over, looking around for the source of the noise. He came up to the end room; where there was a small man crouched down in the corner of the room, whispering to himself.

The man stared at the figure, who jerked roughly. The sound of bones cracking as he unraveled himself to reveal an abnormally large creature, his spine ripping out from its skin. He could hear the large creature begin to sing in a eerily gentle almost feminine voice.

"Tili tili bom…Close your eyes now….Someone's walking outside the house….And knocks on the door."

The man furrowed his brows, recognizing the lullaby. The figure standing at what looked like seven feet tall. It's skin was a sickly pale white and would twitch it's head every so often.

"Tili tili bom….The night birds are chirping…He is inside the house," the figure's voice began lowering, turning its head to show a creature with no eyes, but a smile with thousands of sharp teeth, stained green and black.

The man pulled out his blade, positioning himself to attack the demon.

"You cannot kill a demon," he spoke, glaring at the figure who continued to sing.

"To visit those who cannot sleep….He walks," at these words the creature took one long step forward. Its long arms remaining at its sides.

The man growled and warned once more, "enough of the illusions!"

"He is coming…closer…" The creature charged for the man who swung his blade at its chest, the door shut rapidly and opened back up, his knife sliding across the room.

He looked around, holding reaching for his gun and pointed it shakily everywhere. His eyes widened when he heard a large amount of saliva fall to the ground behind him.

"Tili tili bom," it whispered

The man slowly turned his body to see the creature, smiling back at him, holding the knife open in its hand. As if to tease the man into grabbing it, he stared down at the knife and back up at the creature. Just as the man pulled up his gun the creature laughed hysterically and opened it mouth, lunging at him.

Sasha could hear a loud shriek coming from down the hall, her head was pounding and her vision was blurred, but she could make out a figure dragging her attacker through Bruce's paws. She could faintly make out his legs and how they were kicking around before hearing a loud crack and lied stiff on the ground.

Suddenly the man was dragged into the room, the door slamming and leaving a loud eerie cackle in its absence. Sasha shut her eyes in pain as her head fell back on her arm, Bruce began growling again. She lazily opened her eyes to see two feet standing a few feet away. Her eyes squinted trying to make out who it was, she saw two red bells on the shoes but let out a breath, using too much energy and shutting her eyes again.

Bruce glared up at the clown, his mouth full of blood and saliva that dripped down his outfit. He stared at Sasha with curiosity and amusement. He gave a crooked smile and cast his eyes over to the dog lifting his finger to hush it quiet.

Bruce whined and backed away from Sasha, sitting down behind her. The clown smiled and walked over to the woman, standing over her. He knelt down and Sasha opened her eyes to the blurry figure, he placed his long bloodied hands on her arms, lifting her up and bringing her up to his face. Staring at the blood dripping down her head.

She could make out a red smile and plaster face, she flinched away from him and attempted to push him away, his body was like stone and did not move.

"Get off me!" she shouted and began wriggling out of his grasp, making him smile even wider. Sasha shut her eyes and placed her hands in front of her face.

"Sasha!"

Sasha opened her eyes and looked up; Roman was looking at her with worried and confused eyes. She pushed him away, but he held onto her tighter.

"Hey! Hey stop, Sasha it's me, its Roman."

Sasha looked around; Bruce was gone as was the clown. She panted and looked up at Roman; she narrowed her eyes and growled.

"What are you doing here?"

Roman creased his brows, "I walk home too Sasha, this is the way I walk home every day."

Sasha stared at him, still feeling dizzy, "I heard screaming and loud crashing in here, I ran in as fast as I could and I saw you lying on the floor."

Sasha let out a breath and relaxed a bit, "what happened? Who hurt you? Was it that man?"

Sasha shut her eyes and held her head in pain; Roman watched her and placed his arms underneath her small frame. Sasha stiffened and gripped his collar, "what are you doing?"

Roman looked down at Sasha, "I'm taking you to the hospital."

Sasha shook her head, "no! I'm not going there."

Roman raised a brow, "have you seen yourself?"

Sasha glared up at him, "no hospital, I wanna' go home," she said breathlessly, "t…take me home."

Roman stared at her, sighing in defeat, "put your arm around me."

Sasha coughed up some blood and did as she was told, Roman smirked at her obedience. He lifted her gently while she winced out in pain.

"Easy, easy," he cooed

Roman held her tight and walked out of the house, Sasha glanced over his shoulder. The same tall figure with glowing ember eyes waving goodbye. She closed her eyes as her head fell onto the young man's shoulder.