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Truth Behind Lies

Chapter 6: Dark Desires

All of these damn places were the same dark, crowded, loud music, booze, and boobs. The only thing that made this place different from every other club is that you're more likely to get killed here. Loud music pounded and the humans danced. The hunters prowled around the edges and choose their prey. Vampires, demons, slayers, they were all here. I too was on the hunt, but for something different.

I walked up to the bar, "What can I get you pretty lady?" Asked the 20 something bartender.

"Strawberry Margarita," I replied with a flirty grin. He was cute. I could have a little fun couldn't I? No, should just hunt… but I love long hair. NO! Stay on task. The last thing you need is to get this guy involved.

I paid for my drink then made my way around the dance floor. On a good day I would have joined in, but today was not a good day. After I finished my drink I noticed a table in the back. This was no ordinary table. It was hidden from the rest of the room and was covered in shadows. Not to mention the guy sitting at the table was a Higher Demon.

How do I know this you ask? Well, he was green and had orange horns. Talk about tacky. He was talking with a man who looked like your average midlife crisis. The Demon waved him off and asked for another drink. It took me two whole seconds to decide how to handle this situation.

I charged to his table, grabbed him by the throat, and slammed him into the wall. Yeah, I know, real subtle. But, hey, I'm not in a good mood.

"Whoa! Sweet cakes! No need to get dramatic," He held his hands up in surrender.

"What piece of slime runs this shit hole?" I growled. Ok, I'm really not in a good mood.

"No one. This part of California is unclaimed," He was starting to get scared now. Wow, and I haven't even tried to strangle him yet.

"Why?"

He choked out a laugh, "Who would want to control this 'shit hole' when they could have L.A. the City of Angels," He did have a point. Only someone with my luck could end up here. He should have stopped there but the little shit kept going, "Unless of course you want it,"

"Why the hell would I want to control this place?"

"Well, considering the fact that you have me pinned to a wall and I haven't done anything to you. I don't even know you. Name's Lorne by the way. I didn't catch yours," Then I did something remarkable, I let the little worm go and sat down at his table. God help me, I liked this guy. He looked a little shocked. But he recovered quickly. He straightened his jacket and sat down opposite of myself.

I signaled to a waiter with scales and ordered another drink. What the hell, if I was lucky I might just get and ally, "You look like an upper class demon. Why hang out here?"

"Because, honey buns, I don't want trouble. I just hang out here and run my club," He seemed a bit rattled but went with the flow. Smart demon.

"Don't you want any slaves or to take over the world?" They most common demon wants.

"No, I've never been a fan of violence. I much rather prefer music," He pointed to a small stage nearby, "On Fridays and weekends that is out karaoke stage. When people sing I can see into their soul. Care to sing a few notes?"

"Not at the moment," But maybe later when I was in the mood to sing.

"Too bad. I have a feeling your soul would be quiet a treat," he said.

"You are right. I have a feeling you would enjoy my story. But first you must earn that privilege," The authority in my voice made me sound like my old English teacher. I shuddered mentally at the thought.

"Now how could I do that?" He asked curiously.

"Do you have connections in the Greater Underworld?"

"Yes," I could see in his dark orange eyes that he knew where this was going.

"If you help me get the demon I want you can read all of my soul if you like," I just wanted to kill the bastard who killed the only people that meant anything to me.

"What did he do?" The green guy was pushing it.

Once again I saw my family's remains. My gut clenched and I stood up quickly. I left without another word. I should give him more info but I'd hate to destroy a dramatic moment like this. So I took a gamble.

I remembered a song I had sung in 7th grade choir, The Road Not Taken. It was a melody put to Robert Frost's famous poem. As I left the bar I sung the song softly.

"And I shall tell you with a sigh,

Somewhere in time and ages hence,

Two roads diverged and I,

Took the one less traveled by.

And that has made the difference."

Then I left. I just… left.

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Lorne was about to take another drink when he heard it, a soft song. Even though she was almost out the door he heard it… and he understood…

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