24.

"Are you sure this is safe?" she peered over at my hands, keeping still as a rock like I told her. Her only movement was the steady rise and fall of her chest, that was now stripped of my shirt and jacket, but that didn't seem to bother her.

I snorted, trying to make this tension go away, but I still felt like a coiled snake, ready to spring. "Jumping from ten thousand feet without a parachute is safer than this."

She nodded. "Good to know." Blake closed her eyes, putting herself in a state of peace, just like I told her.

I prepared the fire, moving pieces of logs with my stick, trying to get the fire bigger. Once it was at a good height, I placed more Holy Water around the fires rim and picked up the spell book. Flipping through a few pages, I started to panic because I couldn't find what I was looking for. Before I could hyperventilate, my eyes scanned the correct spell that was so difficult, I shouldn't be attempting it.

"And if you get it wrong?" she asked, almost reading my mind.

"Be comforted that I can kill you swiftly if anything goes amiss."

"Yeah, that comforts me a bunch." Blake spoke in he sarcastic, fiery tone that made my heart thump louder. She rolled her eyes before taking another deep breath. As I about started the spell, Blake's hand grabbed mine. "I love you."

I smiled and breathed, "I love you too, more than you know."

So then I began the spell. I read each word twice before speaking aloud, making sure I had pronunciation and the item to go with it. I said the incantation with as much authority as I could muster, knowing the spirits of the underworld wouldn't obey me, but maybe for a fellow hell demon, they just might. That was the only reason I was doing this spell too. If it wasn't Blake and she wasn't this type of demon, she would be on her own. But right now I'm just hoping this works. If not it could kill her, and me for that matter.

I crushed pills from the bottles, mixed them with the Vodka and added a few other things that the book called for. I lifted open her lips and made her drink it. She forced a few gulps down without spitting it out, that was good. With a few more words I then took one m my feathers-and believe me when I say that it hurts to pull one of those things out-and then some of her own blood. I burnt it up, wrinkling my nose and the smell of burning flesh (Yes my flesh was still on the feather), and then I made her eat it, leaving the tip for me to use later.

After I read over a line and was ready to go to the next one, I saw that I was done. It took over and hour to complete everything on the list, but the spell was done. Blake was fast asleep, after I hit a pressure point to cause her less pain, but I'm sure she'll thank me for it later. I pressed it again, making sure she stayed under because she's not allowed to move for another ten minutes.

Sadly, a lot can happen-to me-in ten minutes.

The wind started picking up and as it flew around me, I picked up the scent of another being behind me. A Werewolf.

Making it think I hadn't sensed it yet, I kept working on Blake, listening to it stalk behind me, thinking it was going to kill me. Werewolves were always stupid. They attacked on whim and without any thought. They assumed they were bright, but in reality their just a big dog with a lot of fur and family issues.

But boy were they strong.

So strong that even when I turned and kicked him square in the jaw, causing him to land on his butt, he got up like it had been a fly and charged at me again. I could see he was angry now, and he wasn't playing any games, but that scared me even more. If that was easy then, what would be hard and angry now?

But the fear slid off as I looked at him one more time. I settled into my hunter instincts that I've had hidden for so long. I analyzed his weak points-his belly, a hollow bone right under his left ear-those sorts of things. Then I went deeper. I saw his bruises from other battles, the way his right leg had a small limp when he put too much pressure on it, his jaw that was missing a few teeth when he roared, and his right eye was blind, giving me a much higher advantage.

I shifted into a crouch, keeping my wings close to my body. If he got one paw on them I knew he would rip them right off me, saying 'bye bye birdie'. And that would hurt so much worse that having my soul taken by force, because by losing my wings would be losing who I really was inside. I barred my teeth, feeling them grow nice and long, making her sure he took in ever inch of those long incisors. The Werewolf hesitated for just a brief moment, but he picked up again at full speed.

I hissed and tightened my legs, waiting till it got close enough to lung. As it barreled toward me, and I watched a major threat get closer, I felt sorry for the dumb beast. It had no clue what it was doing, let alone who it was fighting. He chose the wrong person to mess with at the wrong time. I'm tired, I'm stressed, and I'm ready to kick some major butt to get all of this angst out. Now he was going to face my wrath and wish he was never born.

Once he was in my reach, I leaped upward causing the beast to stop and look around before I came crashing down on his thick skull. He quickly gathered himself and grabbed my ankle, twisting it, and throwing me to the ground. Now that would have happened if I hadn't bit his neck, and heard his howl in pain. As he struggled, my teeth made large gashes in his neck. Human blood is one thing, but Werewolf blood? Nasty.

He threw me off and pinned me to the ground, his foot on my lungs. I spat his own blood in his face, but that only made him bring his other foot down on my face. For a few seconds I was out, and that was all he needed. But it wasn't me he was going after next.

Thinking I was dead, the wolf trudged over to the sleeping Blake. Right then and there, as the beast touched his wet nose to Blake's cheek, I felt a fire ignite inside me. Only this was no tiny flame, oh no. It was a massive explosion that I felt ripple inside my chest. Forgetting the dangers of letting my wings out, I forgot from the beginning how much they could help me. I slid them out gently, silently. I didn't want the Werewolf to hear me yet. I inched forward, getting my knees to bend under me, getting ready for the spring.

Then I leaped into the air and hit the beast with the spikes on the ends of my wings. I brought them in, fighting the wolf with my beating wings. I moved them so quickly that he had no idea what was even going on. I bashed on his head, sunk my teeth into his neck, did anything to get my poison in his system. He thrashed at me, nearly knocking my body off, but I was on him again with the speed of my furiously beating wings. I enveloped him in utter blackness of them, clouding his vision, only making it worse for him. And if I felt a paw brush my wings, I would move them and puncture more skin with the spikes.

Sooner or later his attempts to throw me off became feeble. He walked around blindly, his tail whipping me from the back, but he wasn't able to gain any leverage, nor did I let up any. I bit and hit and injected, then I began the whole thing over. I made him grow weak and tired from him trying to throw me off, but not even his brute muscles could do the trick. Brain over brawn they had once said. And as he hit the ground with a loud thump I waited a few more minutes, making sure my poisonous blood was surging through his veins. Then as his heart made its few final beats, then thudded to a halt, it was then that I ran over to Blake, making sure the wolf hadn't harmed her in anyway.

That's when I felt a knife pierce my wing. I hissed in pain and I turned to face yet another enemy, this time a vampire. Though I would be able to take this female's strength with ease, it was her mind I was now worried about. She would be much more crafty in he attacks, and now I would have to be wary. But I was Logan Masters, and even though she had years of training to be an assassin, she too knew who I was.

And she had fear in her eyes that was as plain as day.

Yes, she had heard the stories of who I once was. Though they all knew of my soul and how I was kinder, they knew that the monster was still in me, waiting to be unleashed. By her expression she had seen the entire fight, especially how I reacted to Blake. She stepped with precise caution over to me, avoiding anything that was relevantly close to Blake.

"Man this just isn't my day." I told the vampire, a dark, wicked smile playing on my lips. "At least vampire blood tastes better than a Werewolf's." I barred my teeth in a growl. Her next step was more hesitant, just like the wolf's, but I could tell she was strong than he was. She was no coward, and that would be the reason she will die. If she had ran, I wouldn't have hunted her down, but now that she wants to fight, I will kill her, or die protecting Blake.

From her eyes I knew that she knew she was going to die, but like me if I were to die, she was going with a fight. She would injure me somehow, but I would come out the victor.

And when the fight came of our dancing in circles, I made sure I killed her quickly, feeling sick to my stomach as I snapped and severed her head just like I did Amanda's.

I hobbled over to Blake and sat on the ground, panting. The vampire had put up a good fight, but she wasn't a match for me. Still she had made the rip in my wing larger from her knife wound, but I could live with it, already feeling the healing process take place. I was even able to drag the dead wolf carcass over here to burn slowly, so the humans wouldn't find it. There would be another Monster Quest episode that I fondly like to watch and laugh as they tried to explain certain things.

Blake stirred beside me, her nose wrinkling a bit, but from the smell of her, she was now one hundred percent human, my spell made sure of it. If there had been anything left in there from the beginning, I chased it out now, leaving her as normal as could be. Which it saved my neck from her teeth, but now she was in danger once again.

You see, by being a demon she protected herself from my families wrath. By being a part of my world she had a right to know what goes on in it, but now that she's human again…well I can try to keep the secret longer, but for how long, I don't even know.

After I put the fire out-I had to use the bathroom anyway-I scooped Blake up and flew her back to my room. Even she could tell I was straggling along this flight because I wasn't as high or going as fast as normal. But once I made it there, I almost crash landed, but somehow I was able to stay on my two left feet. She unlocked the door and led me to the bed. She took my shirt off, and after a few instructions, she began to tend my wounds, being very careful not to touch the blood.

"So what happened back there?" asked Blake, putting more medication on the open hole. I hissed in protest, making her stop for a moment, but continuing with her apologies.

"I had to fight some of my father's assassins: a vampire and a Werewolf."

She chuckled.

"And you find this humorous how?" I asked her blankly.

"It's just weird to hear you say that. I mean you just fought a vampire and a Werewolf. I don't know, but sometimes I forget you are a demon."

"Do I need to remind you again? Maybe this time I'll end up killing you." I spoke harshly, feeling her flinch. I immediately felt sorry for the wrods and wish I hadn't said them. "I'm sorry-"

"You're fine." her tone was short, flustered.

She finished wrapping up my wings and told me to gently bring them in. I didn't turn around to see her, for I assumed she was putting the stuff away. Then she told me she was getting ready for bed, so then I didn't turn around to watch her change.

"Okay, you can look now." Blake said sweetly.

When I looked at her, I did a double take, making her giggle nervously.

Standing there in her beauty was Blake, wearing sexy lingerie. I gulped at how revealing the item of…I wouldn't even call it clothing. It was all black and lacy, but very see through. I was a loss for words.

"Like it?" she twirled around, giving me a view of everything. I mean everything when I say this.

She walked over gracefully to me, sitting on the bed and crawling over to my side. Did she want to…? Was she asking me to…? I'm so confused! And I can't breathe to think straight, of think straight so I can remember to breathe. When I did take a deep breath, she was cuddling against me, her warm body against my bare chest.

"What's the matter, Logan? Don't you want me?" her voice broke my hear when she said it like that. And I couldn't refuse her offer. Plus I'm a guy. What would normal guy do in this situation? Yeah that's what I thought.

Oh this can't end well.

But as she pressed her soft lips to mine, all my walls broke down. I let her in and even though she wasn't my first, she made me feel like it was.

And for a moment I was flying in a cloud of bliss…