Hey everybody, this Wesley. Here's the newest chapter for y'all to enjoy, so please enjoy it!
chyp: You know how I feel…
The music of 95.5 The Beat floated everywhere but in James' ears as he absentmindedly drove. The evening had come and gone; it was dark outside and James found himself on a stretch of road that would have been completely dark save for his headlights. His lack of thought landed him in an area of Atlanta that he knew nothing about, but at the moment more important matters whirled about in his head.
What exactly was Sam doing? What was she into? What was so important that she couldn't miss it? These and other questions occupied James' time. He knew in the back of his mind that there probably were very good answers to those questions, and furthermore that he also had secrets of his own. However, his mannerisms seemed to shift from those of a witch to those of a normal boyfriend.
Of all the people he had ever dated, Sam definitely ranked at the top of his list for "most mysterious." Perhaps that explained his desire to date her, his want to know her better. To him, her mysterious nature was what propelled his intrigue, although it also acted as a major obstacle in their path. It was the duality of the situation that ate away at James so much. Normally, a woman with Sam's characteristics would be dropped for a more available woman. There was something about her, though, something that made her that much more desirable, that trumped all of his ways of thinking.
As he drove further down the lightless road, he was unaware of two men, dressed in black, waiting just ahead. Despite the total lack of light, they were somehow perfectly able to see their way. Their plan wasn't very complicated; surprise James and take him back with them. It seemed so easy that there was not a need for anything more sophisticated. Powerful as they were, all three brothers were still relatively new to the ways of witchcraft.
Slowly the truck approached the area where the two men lay in wait. A rather large bush concealed their bodies and ski masks covered the majority of their faces; only the incredible greenness of their eyes was visible. As James drew closer and closer, they rubbed their hands in anticipation, creating faint balls of green fire that gradually grew larger.
"Ready?" one man asked to his partner.
"Just a couple more minutes," the other replied. "Then, when this is all over, there'll only be one more left to get."
"With two already out of the way," the first man said, "the third will be easy prey."
"This will surely raise our status," the second stated. "Xernevod will be pleased with our success."
"Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself?" a voice asked from behind. The two men suddenly turned to see a silhouette standing there with its hands on its hips. "I mean, you haven't even done anything yet, and you're already talking about your new status with…Xernevod, was it?"
"Who are you?" the first man asked.
"No one you know," the voice responded. "Just these words of caution, boys. Leave my boyfriend alone."
The two demonic cronies immediately turned their attention to the silhouette. They threw their green fireballs without hesitation, but their foe seemed to know that they would do that, and had already disappeared from the site. As the two men searched around themselves desperately, a foot came from nowhere and kicked the second crony in the back, pushing him into the first. The first man, scared by the noise, quickly conjured another green fireball and accidentally aimed it at his partner, destroying him. He silently gasped at what he had done.
"Who is this Xernevod?" the voice asked as its owner grabbed the remaining demon in a headlock. "What does he have to do with the disappearing witches?"
A short silence followed the question. The demon took a small sniff at the air, smelling something noticeable. He shot his elbow backwards and caught his enemy in the ribs. Upon hearing a groan, he threw himself to the ground, catching his opponent by surprise. He rolled away and was able to catch sight of the person who had caused him to kill his own partner.
"A woman!" he spat. "You'll pay dearly for what you have done."
"Try me," she said, breathing heavily and holding a hand over where she had been struck.
A fierce but brief battle ensued as the two clashed. The demon was surprised by the strength and ability of this woman, who managed to match him punch for punch, kick for kick. His arrogance got the best of him; no matter how powerful, no woman would ever be able to defeat the meekest of demons, he thought. He brought his hand back and launched it full force at the woman's face. It struck air as the woman faded from her spot just in time. She caught him off guard and kicked him in the back, just like she did the other demon. He fell to the ground as she snickered.
"I thought you were a challenge," she said as she walked off.
"No woman will ever defeat me!" he roared, jumping back to his feet. Her belittling words had enraged him even further.
He produced another green fireball in his hand, this one larger than the others, and threw it with all the force he could muster. Without turning to face it, the woman simply threw up her right hand in a "stop" fashion and the fireball disappeared and reappeared on a new path: toward the demon. She disappeared just as she heard the yells of the demon as his own attack destroyed him.
Meanwhile, James carried on driving and wondering, oblivious to anything that had happened in the past few minutes.
