ELEVEN
Cole downed his fifth shot. He had followed Snake to a biker bar not far from the manor. He sat quietly watching and listening to Snake chat with some other bikers. Even after five shots Cole will still as sober as if he had not drunk anything. His demonic constitution afforded him a tolerance that most humans didn't have.
"And then the bitch sucker punched me," said Snake to his new biker buddies. "After that they ganged up on me. Six of them. I thought it was best if I got out of there while I still could."
"Smart move," said a big burly biker sitting next to him. "You want me and some of the boys to come with you and teach these guys a lesson? Show them they can't gang up on one of our guys and get away with it."
"No thanks," said Snake, patting a pistol in his belt. "I'm going back there and show that bitch and her friends they can't do that to me. This should help me do that quite nicely."
"Get rid of the gun when you're done," said the burly biker. "It can't be traced to anyone but you don't want to get caught with it."
"Don't worry," said Snake, smiling. "When I'm done no one will ever find it. And they won't ever know what happened. Thanks. I appreciate the help."
"No problem, man," said the burly biker. "Us bikers gotta' stick together."
Smiling to himself, Snake got up from the table and headed for the exit. Cole finished his drink and followed him out. As Cole left the bar he saw Snake getting on his motorcycle. Casually, Cole walked over to him.
"Nice bike," said Cole looking at Snake.
"Thanks," said Snake. "I rebuilt it myself. Took me two years but it was worth it."
"I'm sure it was," said Cole.
Suddenly Cole grabbed Snake by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him off the motorcycle. Then he threw Snake more than ten feet across the parking lot. Cole walked over and stood over Snake.
"I think it would be best if you go back to New York," said Cole. "Phoebe isn't interested in you any more, in case you haven't gotten the message yet. And your little fabrication in there doesn't change that."
Snake reached for the pistol in his belt. Cole swung out with his foot knocking the gun out of Snake's hand. It clattered across the parking lot and came to rest underneath a nearby car. Cole reached down and pulled Snake to his feet.
"Listen to me you slime," said Cole. "You're going to leave here and go right back to New York or Philadelphia or anywhere that isn't San Francisco. If you don't you aren't going to like the consequences."
Cole pushed Snake back several feet. Almost instantly Snake pulled another switchblade out of his pocket and opened it. He brandished it at Cole threateningly.
"You think I'm scared of you?" sneered Snake. "Once I'm done with you I'm going to get my gun back and show that bitch and her sisters they can't mess with me. And no old man is going to stop me."
"Old man?" questioned Cole, smiling at Snake. "You have no idea, boy."
Snake struck out with the knife. Cole easily sidestepped the attack and grabbed Snakes' wrist. Snake cried out in pain and dropped the knife as Cole used his demonic strength on the boy. Suddenly Cole shimmered slightly and changed to Belthazor.
"Pathetic human," sneered Belthazor. "You think I care whether I hurt you? Or whether you're afraid of me? I prey on your kind. And a pathetic scum like you is less than an annoyance to me."
"What are you?" Snake cried out in terror.
"Something you don't want to piss off," said Belthazor. He pushed Snake back several feet. "I'm going to give you a break this time. Go back to New York and forget about Phoebe and I might forget about you."
"And if I don't?" questioned Snake.
Belthazor formed a fireball. Without a second thought he cast the weapon at Snake's motorcycle, exploding the bike on contact. Snake stared at the burning bike in horror.
"Just imagine what something like that would do to you," said Belthazor. "You get only one warning from me. If you ever go near Phoebe or her family again I'll come looking for you. I don't care if you're just passing them on the other side of the street by accident. Go near them again and you'll find out firsthand what one of those can do to a human body."
Snake backed away from Belthazor, terror showing in his eyes. As he turned and ran, Belthazor returned to his human form. Cole stood watching Snake run from him as fast as he could. He knew the young man wouldn't go near Phoebe or the others ever again. In all likelihood, he'd find the first thing heading east that he could find and hitch a ride. Smiling, Cole shimmered out of the parking lot.
The End
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