Mar typed quickly, stopping on occasion to scroll or take a bite of her sandwich she had lying on the table or to habitually tuck a strand of dark hair behind her ear. She took little notice as her father sauntered into the room, leaning on the wall adjacent to her. After a few moments she finally caught the gaze of the scruffy man. She shifted to say something but accidently knocked the sandwich off the table. Glancing at the sandwich with mild annoyance, she picked it up with a groan and returned her split attention to the man and her laptop.

"Alright, I think I've got us a case." She relaxed her form as she leaned back in the chair and slightly furrowed her brow at the screen.

"Ya?" He moved to stand behind her, picking up the discarded sandwich and taking a large bite.

"That's, um, That's kind of disgusting." Continuing to furrow her brow she looked up at the man with a half smirk.

"Well we both probably ate more vamp guts last week than whatever the hell's on this sandwich," regardless of his statement and now laughter, he set it down, "You in a hurry for another case?"

"Fair enough," She returned to gaze to the screen, "It's like an hours drive, practically in our backyard."

"Vamps, ghost, what we talking?"

"Demons," she paused leaning back once more, "activity mainly, seems to be concentrated to a relatively small area." He remained silent, which she kind of expected given his usual apprehension to demons. "So, if we leave in like," she checked the upper corner of the screen for the time, "a couples hours, I guess just before 4:00, we can scope it out and get back before dark." After a moment he spoke.

"Sounds good."

Mar tapped her fists on the table in an un organized beat as she stood before shutting the laptop and taking it back to her room to pack.

The ride was short, luckily Mar thought, as she had tried to drown the silence of the ride with the hum of black sabbath and AC/DC. They pulled in near the warehouse, careful to park a ways away out of view. 'Why is it always creepy fucking warehouses' she couldn't help but think as they walked up to the concrete structure with half its windows uselessly boarded. They both seemingly noted the eerie quiet simultaneously, nodding at each other before running to a boarded window, guns drawn. Straining her neck, she peaked through the crack between the boards. Her eyes met several figures of various genders and age, but all with the same pure black eyes.

"Shit"

"See anything?"

"14 maybe," She squinted looking in again, "They're just standing there."

"Alright, car." He gestured with his hand toward the way they came and turned to walk. An urge in the back of her head whispered to run in, guns blazing, but she was thankful for the louder voice that made her turn to follow him. A loud rumble snapped their heads back to the building. It increased in volume as the very foundation of the building began to shake, causing them to step further away as it reverberated in their bones. A light emitted from within, leaking out the windows, as Mar turned her head away at its brightness. The light retreated into itself as suddenly as it had appeared and the ground was still again. Before she had time to analyze the situation the secondary voice spoke up and she found herself running into the warehouse with her father's objection registering fleetingly in her mind. The black eyed creatures had disappeared, leaving behind a haze that carried with it the faint smell of sulfur. Her eyes fell to the blond man lying in the center of the floor. She ran to him, kneeling beside his huddled form, unconscious and battered. Barely twenty seconds after her knees hit the ground she was pulled up by a strong hand on her shoulder. It spun her around and she met her father's glare.

"What the hell is wrong with you." He seemed nearly out of breath and more worrisome than angry.

"I don't know what happened but the demons are gone." Mar stepped aside slightly so that the still unconscious man was now in view.

"Who's that?"

"How would I know?" They both glared down at him in a strikingly similar fashion. "Whoever it is we can't leave him here. I think he's got a pulse." He was silent again for a moment seeming to contemplate the options.

"Help me with him," He now declared as he moved to hoist up the upper portion of the man's body. Mar moved to pick up the latter and they carried him (as gingerly as they could manage) to the car. The drive home, Mar found, was equally as quiet but her mind remained detained on the blond stranger stretched out across the back seat.