Its been a long time readers since I last updated any of my fanfiction. Looking back through the records now, it seems that its actually been close to two years on some of these stories. Ive been super busy lately, and such activities as moving into my own house, getting engaged to the woman I love and writing a listing of game manuals for a pen and paper RPG can make things hard when it comes to writing short stories.

Ive decided that nows as good a time as any to continue my works on and what better way to start my comeback then by beginning where I left off in a case of mortal combat between man and demon. Read on, and hopefully I will be able to update a lot more often now.

-Blade3000xl

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The hiss of pain echoed from within Bonnie's disfigured head as Daimon tore at the horn embedded in her cranium and prepared to beat her as much as he could. The rain drops fell like small missiles from heaven, exploding on and around the two combatants inside of that filthy alleyway. As could be expected from New York, there wasn't a policeman in sight, no one was going to come to jump in and help Daimon, not even when he truly needed it such as now. He knew that he couldn't hope to defeat this strange creature with what he currently had at his disposal, and whatever Bonnie was one thing was for certain, she could certainly take a beating.

The guttural in-human moans and gurgling continued to leave through the monster's gaping maw, and as Daimon began to slam his left fist down as hard as he could around the monster's eyes, he found that he was laughing, and not only laughing, but chuckling extremely loud as though he were a madman. One of Bonnie's claws managed to reach up and cath him, wrapping spindly fingers that smelt terribly of rotting flesh around his chest and stomach. With a powerful yank, Bonnie had removed Daimon from her damaged horn, raising him high above her head. Daimon screamed as her hold on him increased, crushing his ribs and forcing him to frantically fight the claw, biting and pulling at it with his hands. Bonnie sneered, half skiling with her loathsome mouth full of razor sharp teeth, and tossed Daimon at the closest thing to them; a parked taxi-cab.

The throw was very strong, Daimon had realized what Bonnie was planning on doing before she had let him go. He saw the taxi on the side of the street, closed his eyes, and prepared for impact. He felt her mangled demonic flesh leave his body, felt the ripple of air and water explode all around him, and then he felt as his head and then his shoulders went through one of the taxi's windows.

Opening his eyes and spitting up blood all over the dashboard, Daimon realized that he had gone head first through the drivers side window of the taxi. His shoulders all torn to bits, pieces of glass stuck into his flesh causing his entire body to contort in pain, Daimon did the only thing he could do, he pulled the rest of his body into the cab and hit at the ignition. Looking around, dazed and confused, Daimon knew that his only chance for survival at this time was to hotwire the taxi and get the hell out of there. He quickly shot a glance to the alley, and watched in horror as Bonnie stood watching him. Her horn slowly snapped back into place and re-embedded itself where it had originally been before he had ripped into it. She grabbed what was left of the metal pole that was stuck inside of her and broke it off, her wound slowly closing as the metal piping hit the wet alley concrete. "Fuck this." Daimon said to himself slowly and then began to double his efforts at bashing the ignition open. Three strikes had already made his hand bleed, cutting him open in several places, but he didn't care anymore what was bleeding or not. He gave it one more knock and the metal piece around the wires broke off from the main unit and Daimon began to quickly try and put the wires together to start the car.

Bonnie had never fought someone as powerful as Daimon before. He had managed to give her quite a show so far, with only his bare hands and his simple human weapons. She knew that something strong and dormant lay inside of his soul, it was generating such delicious energy that she couldn't help herself and had to try and devour it earlier. At this moment she needed to sit and regenerate her wounds. Daimon hadn't caused any serious damage to her, although him ripping at her horn caused some cranial damage and lower demons such as herself were very vulnerable around that region. She hissed in amusement as she heard the taxi shake and the engine buzz into life. She began to lumber forward again to get to him, wanting to know more then ever how someone like him was still alive.

Daimon started the taxi and looked over to see Bonnie coming closer to him. She had healed most of her wounds it seemed save for her damaged wing he had broken earlier. Smiling slightly at his luck, Daimon turned to face his evil adversary and with a smug look on his badly beaten face, slowly raised his right hand and extended his middle finger at her. As she drew closer, he hit the gas and sped off down the slippery wet road.

As he drove down one block and went past the next, Daimon thought for sure he had lost her. He began to look in the rear-view mirror to assess the damage he had received. His shoulder were badly injured, the flesh rising up in places, blood flowing like small rivers down his chest and into his lap. His face didn't look much better. The impact to the window had caused his forehead and left cheek to swell up. His right eye was black and a small piece of glass had lodged itself just under his eyelid causing him to go bloodshot. He closed his left eye to check how well he could see with the damaged one and found that it still worked, although everything looked a bit fuzzy. Shaking his head, he quickly opened the glove compartment for anything useful, finding only papers and car registration information, which he ended up scattering all over the floor. Cursing under his breath, Daimon began to consider going to hospital when it happened. Apparently he hadn't lost Bonnie for good. As Daimon drove down the street he was on, the evil demoness threw herself off of a building in front of him, landing twenty feet in front of the car. There was nowhere to turn, there was nowhere to go. Daimon hit the breaks, knowing that running Bonnie down was like running into a truck. "Bitch much have jumped buildings…great…just great…" He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, looking around quickly to give him his options. Bonnie began to run towards him, head lowered, claws out, ready to strike and tear the cab to pieces. Daimon smirked slowly and saw what he wanted to see, and bailed from the cab, rolling across the street as the demoness charged head-long into the cab. Not realizing Daimon had left yet, Bonnie clawed at the vehicle, tearing off the roof with one swipe and caving in the hood with her face. The car smoked and steamed as gases left their compartments. Daimon rushed over to the nearest window and elbowed through the glass, throwing him self inside. Rolling across the floor, he looked around desperately for anything.

The room was filled with all sorts of knick-knacks and doo-dads. Whatever the poor man could sell to earn himself enough money to buy some more booze, that was what was available at a pawn shop. Daimon rushed behind the main desk and found what he was looking for, a glass case full of handguns, rifles and knives. "Now all I need is a way to use them."