CIRI WAS PISSED off. She had been so close, so close to getting a clean shot at Ace, and then a jack-ass had barged in.
He was completely destroying her plan. Totally ruining it.
Goddamn moron.
He slipped into a predatory crouch, as if preparing himself. Ace, well past even noticing her now, charged at the boy, a snarl tearing from his throat. When the boy sidestepped and swung around for a shot at his back, she almost slapped him for his stupidity.
As she predicted, Ace simply threw up a shield - a shield that nearly broke the bones in the boy's arm. His eyes, flickering with confusion, pain and anger, locked on Ace's.
The two glared, before the boy said gruffly, "So, you're like me."
Ciri's heart jumped, and she quickly quenched the shock threatening to take over her face. He was a demon. That meant Ace suspected that he would try to kill him. Then his shield would be high tonight. So much for a clean kill.
"Who are you?" Ace snapped, his emerald eyes flashing.
Ciri let out a breath, fighting the anger that shook her. Her cover was as good as blown. Dropping the hot blonde disguise, she slid out her katana, feeling the reassuring weight on her fingers. The black blade gleamed in the multi-coloured lights that streaked the dance floor.
"Right, you son of a bitch," she snarled, stepping forwards.
The boy swung around to face her, as if he had forgotten she was there. His eyes widened at the sight of her weapon.
"I don't care who the hell you are, or what you're doing here, but I want you to piss off now."
"Um, who are you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
She breathed in slowly, her teeth clenched. "Three, two..."
The boy took a small stepped back, as if unsure whether she was serious.
"One," she snapped, bringing the blade in a clean swipe towards him.
He let out a shocked yelp, before he disappeared.
In his place, its golden eyes glaring, stood a Grey Wolf. Its lips were pulled back, revealing white teeth and pink gums. Its hackles stood stiff, its body arched in a crouch, ready to pounce.
Freaking hell! How many Demons were in this bar?
She narrowed her eyes, her hands instinctively finding their grip on the handle of her katana.
"Got any friends I should know about, pup?" she said with a smirk.
Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, but her head was cool, fixed with need to teach this bastard a lesson.
The wolf-boy snarled, stepping forwards slowly in a predatory walk.
She raised the sword, ready to split his head.
His ears pricked up, his eyes swinging to her right, his left.
She followed his gaze, and swore.
Ace was gone.
She sheathed her katana, picking up a sprint as she raced for the doorway. She glanced at their table, and noticed that Rem was gone.
Biting her lip, she faltered to a stop on the pavement. The wolf stopped beside her, his nose lifted to the air. Searching for a trail, obviously.
He bolted suddenly, and she took chase as he made straight for the alley running beside the bar.
Ciri saw a form drawing to a halt, before she hit a wall of nothing.
She staggered backwards as the wolf rolled to his feet, snarling in anger.
She slammed her palm against the force field, crying out in anger.
"Get back here, you coward!" she screamed.
Ace stepped back into the light, his expression unhappy.
"Let us out!" she shouted.
"You both tried to kill me, why would I let you out?" he asked boredly, leaning against the dirty brick wall.
The wolf shifted back into his human form. "I wasn't trying to kill you, that was her. I just wanted to smash your face in."
Ace smiled dryly. "Like you would have succeeded."
"You couldn't hit an elephant if it was standing right in front of you," he said, anger distorting his voice. As if to prove his point, he shifted into a giant elephant, forcing Ciri to leap back to make room. He stomped angrily, his trunk slamming against the force field.
Ace narrowed his eyes. "I'm leaving," he snapped, turning on his heel.
The boy shifted back. "Wait! Are you running because you can't beat me? Let me out and we'll see who's the better man."
Ace just waved at them without turning around, his laughter echoing down the alley.
"Come on, you can't leave us in here," he said, depression leaking into his words.
But Ace was gone, leaving them trapped in the forcefield-bubble.
The boy sighed, his shoulders slumping. "He's left us in here."
He turned around, and Ciri just stared at him.
"What?" he asked, frowning.
"That is the fastest I've ever seen anyone pass through the five stages of grief," she replied, shaking her head.
