Chapter 13:

The Invite

She tightened her gloves and brushed her fingers through her hair. She grasped the knife firmly and with one quick stroke, her ankle long hair was cut to the middle of her back. Red faded to dyed ebony strands fell to the ground and she pulled her red orange hair into a low ponytail. Her bangs fell free and down a little past her chin almost to her collar bone. Montiegro stood at the door with an expression of uneasiness. Her clear blue eyes flashed arrogantly as she cleaned the pocket knife and put it in her pocket.

"Where ya goin'?" She whipped around to meet the Mexi-American's chocolate eyes.

"I wanna get this over with. I can't stand it. All I'm doin' is just waitin' around here."

"Cyn…"

"Montiegro?"

"…….." He sighed, "There's no way I can get you change your mind, is there?"

"Nope." Cyn bent down and picked up the hair from the floor and threw it in the trash.

"You know…" He scratched the back of his head, "I've never been 'Demon-hunting' before." Cyn blinked, she knew he didn't believe her, 'He'll find out soon enough. I KNOW what I saw.'

"Neither have I." She pat him on the shoulder. "But it can't be that hard. He IS angry at me after all."

"Great." Montiegro's voice dripped in sarcasm.

"Not to mention, thanks to that, he'll probably find us."

"…."

"Cheer up. You've been through worse."

"Have I?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Hey. Don't worry about it."

"How am I NOT supposed to worry?!" Cyn laughed,

"I'll think of something. I always do."

"And I repeat… 'Great'." Montiegro scratched the back of his head and followed Cyn out the door.

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"Made from…." Steve's ears were deceiving him, he thought, but then, this woman couldn't be….

"Here." She handed him a compact disk, smaller than the average one and begun to take her leave.

"Huh? H-Hey! Wait!" She merely glanced back before taking off down the street and disappearing in the night. Steve ran a hand through his hair and scanned over the physical appearance of the disk with his crystal blue eyes. "Could she be…" His words trailed off then something more urgent stung him mind, "Wait! She said, 'Cyn won't be joining us tonight.' She must have set this up! Just so I wouldn't try and go after her! Cyn is going after Jin! Cyn, you slick little devil…" With that special need of emergency attention, he ran to find Lei and Paul.

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The streetlights crept along annoyed by the slick shadows and the nighttime ritual of the street fighters and unsuspecting tourists. Cyn's long red hair swept the back of her shirt and glittered in the streetlight. Montiegro adjusted the gun and followed her through the streets. They soon came upon Jin's home, all pitch black, no lights inside shining like they used to.

"Something's in there." Cyn rubbed her black scar to soothe the sting in her left arm.

"……" Montiegro cocked the gun and walked slowly up to the door, avoiding the windows, Cyn close behind. He held up his hand and waved it forward twice. When nothing happened he turned around to Cyn whose eyebrow was raised in confusion. He grinned and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. He then tapped her and pointed to the other side of the door. Cyn shook her head and then swiftly moved to the other side of the door. Montiegro held up his fingers and used them to silently count down from three. When he reached Zero he kicked the sliding door in and busted the frame. The gun he held, he knew would and could not kill the demon, if there even was one. It would though, hold off the demon for enough time for Cyn to get away. Everything was silent. Nothing happened, nothing jumped from the shadows, and nothing moved. He cautiously motioned for her to step in. Cyn found the light switch and flipped it. Cyn gasped and Montiegro's eyes grew big in disgust and surprise. There on the floor, written in blood were the words: I am waiting. Cyn stared at the writings as Montiegro searched the rest of the house. After twenty minutes, he came back.

"Nothing, No one."

"I'm sure I felt something here."

"Well, what ever it is, it's gone." He shook his head and rubbed his hand. Cyn glanced at the claw marks on the floor and walls. The cool night breeze blew softly and whistled through the trees. A piece of paper brushed the side of her leg and Cyn picked it up. Slightly torn, the print was her and the Mexi-American, standing in the house, both staring at the blood stained floor, just as they had been twenty minutes before. Cyn's scar pricked horribly and she shivered, looking out the door. Montiegro rubbed the back of his neck and looked at Cyn.

"Seriously, Cyn, this is starting to get real creepy, real fast."

"I know…. I know…"

"…… Cyn, I don't know how 'demons' think or act bit I don't wanna find out. Of all my years in the P.D. I know for a fact that this is real blood, and it's fresh. I don't think whoever wrote this was Jin."

"It has to be. I know what I saw. And besides he's the only one with a key to this house."

"Cyn…. You said he's Japanese right? Well, this is definitely English."

"He must really want me dead…." She looked out the door.

"For what you've told me of this 'demon' and Jin, I don't think it's Jin that wants you dead. I think it's the 'demon', and if it is…"

"Kazuya…" Montiegro nodded,

"I figure since he's Jin's father, he most likely has something to do with the 'demon' too…. Which means, after a while, he'll be after you too." Cyn swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, looking at the message on the floor,

"I think you're right."