Prom Night ;)

It all started when I gave them their coffee. They ordered two of the most complicated beverages and then sat in the corner of the coffee shop devouring each others faces not even drinking the drinks.
"Krow, can I kill them?" I ask bluntly while pointing across the café.
Krow turns around and looks at me a little amused.
"What?" He asks while laughing a little. Grrr. I am in a childish mood today so I do suppose my mannerisms are somewhat simplistic. Little things make me happy and annoying things make me grumpy. This happens when I don't get enough sleep.
"I want to kill them. They are being disgusting." I say while glaring at them across the café. Krow grabs the back of my shirt collar and pulls me into the back of the shop. Uh oh....
"They are also paying customers so we don't call them disgusting while we are at work. Yes, we can kill them. I was actually thinking about that too since they are really troublesome...." He says as he wonders off into thought. I cross my arms and pout. I don't like being disciplined. Krow looks up from his thoughts and looks at my face. He blinks at me, bewildered.
"What did I do this time?" He asks me.
"Don't discipline me if you want to do the same thing!" I whine. Yes, I admit that I am whining! I am in a mood so ignore it. I haven't gotten to kill anyone in a while because that annoying devil manager has given me way too many hours. Krow ruffles my hair and laughs. Again.
"Alright, Sorry. We can kill them tonight. They are actually going to prom so I think we could probably make this a flashy affair." Krow says with a devilish smile. Yes! I do a little happy dance at the fact that I finally get to sink my fangs into someone again!

~~~~~~~~Later

This is the second time I have actually tried to sneak into a school or school related function. To think I spent the majority of my life trying to get out of school and yet here I am....
Krow and I put on our best suits and headed to the location of the prom. As we approach the door an adult stops us.
"Did you already buy your tickets?" The adult asks. I glance at Krow who probably looks a little too old to be here.
"Ah, I am sorry sir we do not have tickets."  Krow says while trying to avoid eye contact. One cold or cynical glare from him and we would be thrown out for sure. I take a chance and wave at a group of guys and girls that are off to the side of us. A few of them wave back and smile. The adult notices this interaction and sighs.
"Alright, our website actually crashed a while ago so we lost our records. I will let this one slide if you buy tickets from the lady at the entrance." He says and then walks over to another group of suspicious people. I let out a sigh of relief. As we walk towards the entrance Krow claps me on the back.
"That was smart thinking. How did you get them to wave back?" He compliments and asks.
"Dude, they were girls. This might surprise you but I was actually pretty popular with the ladies when I was still... normal...." I lie.
Krow laughs because he probably knows the truth. We approach a lady sitting at a table that says "Ticket Sales". I am assuming she will sell us the tickets. As Krow and I walk up she gives us a funny look.
"Ah welcome! Have you bought your tickets yet?" She asks. I see Krow force a smile.
"Sorry Ma'am we haven't bought our tickets yet. How much will they be?" He asks. I am glad he is doing all the talking. I would end up saying something really sarcastic and get thrown out. The lady looks at the both of us again. Grrrr... She is getting on my nerves. I want to kill her too.
"Would that be a couples ticket?" She asks. I can't help but be shocked. What the heck is wrong with this old bat?! Krow puts his arm around my shoulders.
"Ah, yes Ma'am. Thank you for noticing." Krow says with an actual smile. He likes torturing me. I elbow him in the ribs.
He pays and we go inside.
"What the heck?!" I ask him. That was severally annoying.
"I was the one paying and that was cheaper. You are more than welcome to go buy your own ticket." He growls at me.
"Well when you put it that way.... Thanks." I mumble to him. We move around the prom floor  looking at all the disgusting displays of affection. We assess our situation.
"So basically, we are going to commit mass murder. Right?" Krow asks me. I nod my head eagerly.
"How should we prevent any from escaping?" I ask. Krow seems like he can come up with a solid plan on the spot so why not ask?
"Yeah, I was thinking about that on the way in. We could block the doors from the outside.... What would be an effective and yet personal way to kill them?" Krow asks while deep in thought.
"We could make a show out of it." I openly suggest. All in all its a pretty flashy and stupid idea but since we don't have anything going now then what's the harm in suggesting it? Krow looks at me with a shocked expression.
"You might have just had your first good idea." He says amused.
I glare at him.
"Alright, how do you suggest we do such a thing? Cut out the lights and do some mental torturing then pick them off one by one?" I ask sarcastically. Krow gets a twisted smile on his face..
"Two in one night. That's impressive." He says. What is he...? Oh.
"Jerk. Which part do you want? Locking the doors or cutting the lights?" I ask. He can be a jerk sometimes but this is really going to be fun. Neither of us have killed in a while so we are both pretty feral at the moment.
"Heh, I move faster so its only logical that I close the doors." He says. What? I could totally beat him in a race... Well, I mean, I would have to kick him in the shins first or something....
"Yeah, alright. That makes sense. I will kill the lights. Meet on stage in fifteen?" I accept his logic. Whatever gets this show on the road is fine with me.
He nods and runs off. I head over to the stage and work my way behind so that I can find the light switches. I am not just looking to flip a switch. I plan on taking out the power box.
I finally find the switch in a small side room. It is the type that requires a skeleton key. Great...
Ugh. At the moment I am not patient enough for this crap, at least not today. I slide my claws into the grooves of the power box and rip it off the wall exposing the cords.
"I wonder if this will hurt?..." I mumble out loud as I slash through some of the wires.                                     
                                                            Me v   

Krow--> 

I shake my head and look around me. That sucker hurt! The lights are out though so that's a good thing. I am not dead so that is also a good thing. I hear footsteps coming towards me. I look around and adjust my vision so that I can still see somewhat. Ah yes, demons has a unique ability to see in the dark. It's not crystal clear vision but its perfect for that of a predator. I see that it is Krow coming towards me.
"You take too long. Also I forgot to give you the skeleton key... I see you improvised. Haha, moron." He says as he helps me up. We both run back towards the stage. As we run I flex all my demonly attributes to make sure that I am ready to rock. Claws? Check. Fangs? Check. I try and twitch the little stubs of ears that I have. They are still little and unsightly so I don't have much control. I had to grow my hair out just so I could hide them.
We are now on stage front and center in a gym full of confused teenagers.
"Hello and welcome to what is going to be one heck of a night!" Krow yells in a loud and charismatic voice. The crowd mumbles in confusion and Krow gives me the "Go" signal.
I sneak my way through the crowd looking for those rats from earlier. I find them off to the side of the room. The guy has his arms wrapped around the girl in a possessive hug. Perfect. I cover his mouth with one hand and plunge my claws into his back. I dig around until I find something, I think it might have been an internal organ of some kind. It wasn't hard enough to be a bone. I feel his body shudder and I see the girl look back at him. I use the hand that was covering his mouth to slash his face open, splattering her with blood. She lets out a high pitched scream that can send chills down your spine. Instantly the crowd becomes a frenzy. I look at the stage just in time to see Krow diving into the fray. More screams come from that direction. Now its a free for all. A girl with a fluffy dress runs past me, I chase after her.
I catch up to her and tackle her to the floor. I don't bother taunting or playing, I just sink my fangs into her throat and ecstasy takes over. The taste of blood truly awakens the beast inside and I get excited.
I see a person to my left and lunge after them letting out a snarl. I tear into their abdomen. Screams echo all around the gym and complete the horrifying scene. I leap from student to student having my murderous way with them.

Credit to the maker, thanks for this creepy element ;}

The taste of blood....
The smell of fear....
The thrill of the kill...
Makes me lose control....






I find this male student is trying to fight back. How intriguing....
He attempts a right hook. I dodge easily and pull his arm behind his back,
"Aren't you a brave one?" I whisper sarcastically in his ear. I feel him shudder but he bites his tongue so that he doesn't say anything. I am assuming that the girl I just killed must have been his date. I have a very little amount of respect for him. I pull his arm back until I hear a snap. This time he cries out in pain. I continue bending his arm until I can feel his bone fracture in multiple places. I forcefully spin him face first into the wall. His body slumps downward with no signs of movement. Lovely.
I take a moment to breathe and look around the gym. I don't see any signs of movement... Where is Krow? I briefly feel concerned but I mean, he is a demon just like me so I am sure he is fine.
I take a look at myself. No injuries but I am happily covered in blood. I walk around the room and see a familiar figure sprawled out in a pool of blood. I approach the figure and positively identify it as Krow.
"Feel better?" He asks me in a strained voice. I reach a hand out and help him up. He is indeed injured....
"I feel better than you. What happened?" I ask him with a raised eyebrow.
I have to help support him as we walk. He laughs a tired laugh.
"I figured you wouldn't remember. Don't worry. This usually happens until I figure out your inner beast's ticks." He says with a false smile.
I lead him over to a chair and help him sit down. I know we shouldn't linger longer than necessary but I don't want to push him.
"That isn't what I asked. What happened? Can humans actually do this to demons?" I ask while backing off. I am giving him some space. He adjusts his shirt collar and sleeves so that they cover more. It didn't really matter because he is also covered in blood to the point where I really wouldn't be able to tell if I saw something or not.  
"Yes, some humans can harm demons. These ones here were not capable of such things though. You are actually the one who did this. Don't feel bad or anything, that wouldn't be very demon-y of you. This is a normal process for a new pet. I have to familiarize myself with the way you act when you aren't in control. Tonight was a good lesson, now lets get the heck out of here before anyone else shows up." He says while standing up.
I just nod my head and follow him to the planned escape route.
I have a lot of respect for him right now. The fact that he can carry himself out of this situation with his head held high is not something to be taken lightly. What exactly did he mean by "normal"? Has he willingly let himself be harmed for years? 
As we get back into his Jeep and flee the bloody scene I find myself wondering about his past and about how this whole demon thing really works. He hasn't really given me any specifics about the unspoken rules of demonhood. He did insist that we kill at night and requested that I not kill without him from now on, though I have a stronger urge to kill than he does so I usually end up dragging him along or making him drive me out of state so I can get a wider variety of victims. Now that I think about it he really puts up with a lot of crap from me. The sun is just now peaking up over the mountains. We still have a two hour drive home. Suspicious thoughts swirl through my head as I drift into sleep.
Crap... Why do I always do this when he drives?.... The last thing I hear is his phone ringing. How odd...


~Krows Point Of View

"You have been busy." The voice on the other end of the phone says.
"Heh." I scoff for a reply. I have been up for almost 24 hours, I don't feel like small chat. I also have to be quiet. Soul just fell asleep in the passengers seat. I should make him drive sometimes...
"You appear to be making progress so this is good. I have a job for you. I need for you to take out a demon located in Florida, USA. He is of the Rattus variety so it wont particularly be a challenge. The challenges will be locating him and you also have a current enemy in that area. I know that Soul is probably with you so if you understand just say yes." He instructs me. I bite my lip as I consider things. It's not like getting time off of work will be a problem and I don't have someone waiting at home for me. It also isn't a favor that he is asking me to do. It is a job that I cannot refuse. You could say that despite my current partnership with Soul, the man on the phone is my current owner. Rather, a permanent owner.
"Yes, I understand. Is it something I can handle on my own?
Oh and are you the one that crashed that schools tickets website?" I ask. I usually don't ask questions but the farther I can keep Soul away from him, the better.
"Ah yes. I thought that you might have overlooked the little detail of getting into the prom so I went ahead and took care of it.
Also, it wouldn't be that hard but I wouldn't recommend going alone. I think I know what you are thinking so consider this, if he catches you while you are away then Soul wont have a warning of the danger coming after him. Keep your friends close and your enemies 6 feet under. I will wire some money to your bank account for the travel expenses. Be good and don't fail." He says as he hangs up. 
I snap my phone shut and throw it in the back seat. I really don't want to deal with that right now. I rub my face and try not to look frustrated or worried. If Soul sees either expression he will question me for sure. To be honest my entire body is in pain. I am use to guys taking their anger out on me or whatever but I haven't switched partners or owners in a while and I am a different person than I was back then so I guess I am out of practice when it comes to being a punching bag. I subconsciously massage the spot where Soul had bit into my arm. (He was actually aiming for my throat but I blocked)
How did I use to live like this.....







Word Me!

Feral: (especially of an animal) in a wild state, especially after escape from captivity or domestication

Ecstasy: an overwhelming feeling of great happiness or joyful excitement:

My Manager, The Demon.

Not only did I have a terrible night last night but I have to get up early so I can go see that scourge.
(Meaning of Scourge:
a person or thing that causes great trouble or suffering: 
"the scourge of mass unemployment"
Not to be confused with Scourge:
historical, a whip used as an instrument of punishment.)
  

I pet Nix
(I called her that because its definition is:
put an end to; cancel:
"he nixed the deal just before it was to be signed"
synonyms: reject · veto · turn down · scrap · scrub · ditch · scuttle

[more]

stymie · call off · put the kibosh on)

 
While I get ready for work she meows and tries to curl around my feet.

"Down girl. I have to get going. I promise to be back soon." I say with a smile as I head out the door.

As soon as I get to work I see Krow waiting for me at the back door. Ugh.. Why?... He probably doesn't realize that I am working here. I hope he doesn't get me fired.
"Hey, you're early." Krow says as he turns around and fiddles with the door handle.
"Stop that. It looks suspicious." I say as I approach him. I realize that he is using a key to open the door. What the heck?!!
"Welcome to your new job, kid. From today on out I will be your manager." He turns and flashes me a smile. Why me?

We get inside and I sit down, waiting for further instruction. It is my first shift after all.
He tosses me a dress shirt and an apron.
"This is your new uniform, do your best to keep it clean. You can change in the store room or the bathroom it really doesn't matter to me just let me know which I don't bother you." He says in a flat tone. I look around this tiny place. Obviously I am going with the safest option available.
"I think I will change in the bathrooms..." I say and head for the door. I hear him chuckle to himself as I retreat to the front of the store. I find the bathroom and I open the door but to my surprise it doesn't open all the way. It hits the rim of the toilet about half way open. This "bathroom" is the size of my closet. -_-  Now I get why he laughed.

I come out of the bathroom dressed for work... Well sort of. My shirts buttons aren't all in the right wholes and my apron is hard to tie. Basically I am a mess.
"How did that work out for you?" Krow calls across the shop. I glare at him. Usually it would be considered rude for him to be yelling and me to be so unsightly but there aren't any customers here yet so its all good. I go and sit down at one of the tables and play with the buttons on my shirt. I never really wore a dress shirt properly before I... changed... I always had it open down the front or a t-shirt underneath or something to the "Scene" effect. Krow comes over and stares at me. I cannot read his face.
"Are you sure that you have had a job before?" He asks as he comes over and straightens my collar and fixes some of my buttons.
"You seriously don't have to do that." I say brushing him away. He shrugs and sits across from me. My shirt is completely fixed, now I just need to figure out this apron.
"So you don't know anything about demons?" He asks in a simple manner. Yep, just a normal conversation like "Hows the family? Did you sacrifice any lambs this year? Oh, we used the kids this time. It was fun, you should try it!" I glare at him again. He is unaffected. I sigh as I get ready to murder my pride. This is a new kind of murder for me.
"I know nothing of the dark arts oh, great and powerful coffee manager." I say with an overload of sarcasm. He keeps his phony smile but I swear that I can see his nose twitching... Oops.
"I am your manager. I can make this job a living nightmare." He says in a threatening manner. I scoff uncontrollably, I'm sorry but come on! I have lived all the nightmares. What can he do to me?
"Do your worst." I accept the challenge. He checks his watch and looks back at me.
"I will show you the ropes today since its your first day however I won't be so nice in the future. I will also be quizzing about what you were doing last night so don't get too distracted." He says and heads for the counter as a customer walks in. Crap, I forgot that he has all kinds of knowledge that I need. The lady makes her purchase and he calls me over to show me how to make it.
"You have made hot chocolate before right?" He asks. I nod my head even though I haven't.
"Well good because this is nothing like that." He says as he continues to start different machines and pour different powders.
I may have bitten off more than I can chew. That reminds me...
He hands the lady her drink and she leaves.
"How is your neck?" I ask. He subconsciously reaches for the spot where I bit him.
"Don't worry about it. You were fighting for your life and you did a darn good job. I just hope you don't have any diseases." He half compliments me again. What is wrong with this guy?
"I am sorry about that though. I wont do it again. You didn't taste very good." I say, I didn't think before I added the last part. Crap. Now my apology just sounds like me being a jerk, then again serial killers aren't really supposed to apologize. A proper serial killer wouldn't have a serial killer boss though. Well, that and he only half-compliments anyway.
"Cole." Krow says. I turn around to see why he is calling me and I am greeted with a face full of water. He has a spray bottle in his hand. I jerk backwards and start trying to dry my face on my sleeve. I hate being wet.
"Good kitty." He says and laughs maniacally. 
He is dead. He is so dead. I'm gonna kill him. 
  
I spent the next few hours making coffees, messing them up, apologizing, burning myself on accident and begging for forgiveness. I am finally off of work and changing back into my street clothes. I notice that these burns are annoying...
"Come here. Let me put some wraps on those." Krow says as he pulls out the first aid kit. He has already finished changing. Surprisingly he is dressed like a normal person, well actually he is a little... how should I put it... Hipster? I don't really know what his outfit would classify as. T-shirt with a suit vest over it. Yep, whatever. I know nothing of clothes... Anyways, I pull my hoodie on and go over to him. I have reluctantly decided to trust him. I slide up my sleeves and give him my hands. Most of the burns are on my hands and forearms. I spilt an entire pot of coffee on me earlier so I have one large unpleasant burn on my chest. Krow just goes ahead and wraps my hands from my fingers to my elbows. I notice how he looks like he has patched many people up before.
"Why didn't you attack me?" I ask out of curiosity. He is capable.
"Well, I am of Rapere variety, that is Latin for bird of prey. You are of Panthera, which is Latin for Panther or large feline. A full grown Panthera can take a Rapere. That's why I hunt in a team. The guy who attacked you happens to be the current moron that I am stuck with. He is a hot head and to be honest I am getting sick and tired of him." Krow explains. I remember how that guy felt when I tried to fight back.. He was all slimy.
"What was he?" I ask. I have a pretty good idea already though.
"He is of Serpens. It means crawling animal or snake. So yeah, he is as sneaky as a serpent. Not that I am one to be talking. I am a varlet crow." He says while packing up the first aid kit. He stops for a second and looks back at me. I clearly show my confusion.
"What about your other burn? Want me to wrap it?" He asks. I instantly want to refuse but I don't have any bandages at home so...
"Uh, yeah sure. Thanks. What does varlet mean?" I ask as I take my hoodie off again. I get my first good look at my burn. It is going to hurt for a while. Krow sprays the cooling spray and starts wrapping me as he talks.
"You don't know very many big words do you? Varlet is a noun so it has two meanings. The first means a man or boy acting as an attendant or servant which obviously isn't what I meant. I mean the second definition. Which is a dishonest or unprincipled man." He insults/explains it to me. He finishes up and puts the bandages back in the case. I pull my hoodie back on and grab my stuff.
"Thank you, for everything." I say awkwardly. I start to head for the door when he stops me.
"Lets go get lunch. Its my treat. Though you do know that after today your work is going to get a lot harder, right? Besides I am sure you have tons of questions." He asks as he grabs his keys and wallet. Looks like I am having lunch with the devil.

An hour later we are in a different town sitting in a Taco Hell... Oops, I mean Bell. I just ordered the same thing as Krow because I have never really tried the food here before. Its basically all beef and cheese in different shells...  Eh, your not reading this to hear my opinion of foods so I will just bring you back to the present.
"You don't talk as much as I thought you would." Krow says as he continues to eat his food. I take a hesitant bite of mine and ignore the insult. I still don't know how much I can trust him. Not that I have much of a choice.
"So why did you offer to answer my questions?" I ask. What's in it for him I wonder? Its not like we do anything without getting something in return.
"Well... I recognized you from the coffee shop. So I thought it might be fun to see how you responded. I thought maybe we could team up for a while... I mean you saw that jerk I hunted with last time..." He lets his statement trail. He looks like he is remembering something unpleasant.
"What happened between you two?" I ask while ignoring his business pitch. I don't want to team up... I like the thrill of being alone, then when your primal instincts kick in. Its sensory heaven.
Krow sits silent for a few minutes. I guess he doesn't trust me either. Not that he is wrong.
"As you saw his methods are low. Even for my standards. I don't harm animals and I don't kill children. Well, if they are complete and utter brats I like to peck their eyes out and dangle them in front of... That's not what we are talking about. Well, I stopped him from pursuing you and in turn he took it out on me." Krow says. The first portion his eyes got that devilish glint in them but then he remembered that we are in public. Ah that situation he just described... That's unfortunate.
"I hope he didn't hurt you too bad." I say. I honestly hope that he didn't. It would suck if Krow couldn't pull his weight at work.
Krow smirks at me and rolls up his sleeves. I note that his arm hair is actually very fine black feathers. He has cuts and bruises up and down both arms. He slides his bangs (Did I mention Krow has longish black hair that covers half of his face?) aside and I can see a cut above his eyebrow and a black eye.
"There are some other minor wounds but I wont show you those... They aren't very decent." He flops his hair back in place and rolls his sleeves back down. Crap... I feel seriously guilty now.
"So uh, how do you kill? Usually I wouldn't team up but I kinda owe you now." I say.
"Don't pity me. I can be just as ruthless and troublesome as you. I have a thing for ripping people limb from limb and scattering them around the property. Though I also have a thing for anything shiny so I don't crush souls all that often. I do enjoy killing, sometimes I don't bother with the trade rules. How do you kill?" He replies with confidence. He might be technically inferior but he doesn't show it.
"I don't know.. I just do. I like framing people, kinda like what happened to me. I also like ripping people's throats out, or the cute noise they make when you choke them. Good times." I reminisce. I suddenly become aware of the people around us staring. Oops. I slide down in the seat a little and try to hide my face. I should have known better than to say something so demonic in public.
"We should probably go now." Krow says as he gets up and throws our trays in the trash can, well not literally the trays just the trash on them. I get up and follow him outside. He drives a green Jeep Wrangler (awesome, right?).  As I get in and start getting buckled he digs around for something in the backseat. I am set and ready to ride. He turns around and puts a baseball hat on my head then starts the car.
"Why did you do that?" I ask.
"Well,  you don't look all that different from when you killed your family not that long ago. Some people might connect the dots. Wear the hat till we are out of town." Krow explains. Dang he thinks of everything. Wait!
"I DIDN'T DO IT!" I yell. I HATE being accused of that. The one time I didn't kill people I get accused. Not that my life hasn't gotten significantly better since that happened but still, its a sore spot.
Krow didn't jump when I yelled.
"I know you didn't. When that happened... It was actually a pretty big deal in the community. Not very many murders can be picked out as supernatural so easily. That one screamed paranormal." Krow sympathizes. I fight the urge to reject his sympathy.
"So you knew all along? You knew I was... messed up?" I ask. I am a bit shy when it comes to my past. I wouldn't say that I am any better now. I just don't like talking about my past, it makes me feel vulnerable.
"Yes. I knew, I knew very well. That's part of the reason I hired you." He admits. Well, that makes more sense to me. I knew I didn't get my job based off of my prior experience. Slim to none.

He finally pulls into the parking lot of my apartment building.
"Thank you. See you at work tomorrow." I say and leave. I watch him drive off. I wonder why he was certain that I didn't kill them. I will have to ask him about that tomorrow.
I dig my keys out of my pocket and unlock my door. I feed Nix and go to bed. I am so happy to get some sleep, its been a long day.

Wait, How did Krow know where I live?

~Soul

(Credit to creator)
I added this here because no one is going to stop me from added creepy cat gifs :}

                                         

Word Me!

Part of the joy of writing is being able to use fun words that I cannot say in day to day conversation. Seriously, I can't say "The host is known for his debonair style.". If I do that people will just think I am insane. So from here on out you will start to notice exotic and entertaining words popping up in my posts.
Don't bother googling them!  Google can do strange things... -_-
I will have a little list at the end of each post that will have the word definitions. I would also like to credit the main sources of my newfound words.
Credit to http://coolestwords.com/category/type/dictionary for being really entertaining. 
Credit to Bing search engine for providing me with endless words.

Now, The glossary will look like this.

Word Me! (The fun Glossary)

Debonair: (of a man) confident, stylish, and charming.

Exotic: originating in or characteristic of a distant foreign country (Used instead of rare or unique)

Glossary:

an alphabetical list of terms or words found in or relating to a specific subject, text, or dialect, with explanations; a brief dictionary.

I hope you enjoy the upcoming posts. I know I enjoyed writing them ;)
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~Soul

The Friend?

I got a new job. I have my first shift tomorrow morning so tonight I am going treasure hunting. I picked an uppity town that's easily an hour away from my home (one way). I am strolling down the sidewalk getting a nice look at all the houses. They are just as expected, neat and tidy. They are so boring to look at.
"Hmm..." I mumble out loud. I turn and look at the house across the street. It feels... weird... I think it's beckoning me... 
I run across the street and creep along the hedge. This house has a tall hedge the runs outside of the iron fence. I am pleased with the thought of me breaking through their barriers and devastating their lives.
I find a small gap in the shrub, a stray cat probably made it a long time ago. Thankfully its big enough for me to crawl through. Now I have to find a loose bar. I walk the tiny gap between the fence and the hedge while trailing my claws against the bars. One of them made a noise that is different from the rest. I go back and check it. Its pliable. I move it aside and slip into the yard. Thankfully there isn't a dog. I can see a few chairs set up around a fire pit but other than that it isn't decorated. To be honest I expected more from this place. I creep up the back porch steps. This house is old and if I step heavily it makes an awful creaking noise. I make it to the back door but to my surprise its already open. I step inside to be greeted by a familiar smell. The smell of blood. I dash upstairs unsure as to what I will see.
There are blood splatters everywhere, I can see a small body slumped in the corner. I go closer and see it was a child but is now just a mangled corpse. I hear a faint whimper and go a little further down the hall. There is a man looming over a small animal, a kitten I think. I have a soft spot for animals so I instantly forget my main objective and I charge the man. I tackle him from behind and try to pin him but he feels slippery and slides out of my grasp. I don't have enough time to stand back up before the man is on top of me.
"KROW!" He yells as he pins me to the ground. I struggle to wiggle loose but every time I move his skin feels jagged and cuts through my shirt barely reaching my skin. Just over my shoulder I can see the kitten back into a corner. I am glad but I need to focus. I extend my neck and jaw as much as I can and bite down hard on the mans arm. He howls in pain and releases me. I shove him off and grab the kitten as I dash for the door. I don't usually run from a fight but something is off here. As I reach the front door I hear a whistle behind me, I glance over my shoulder to see a black mass moving toward me. It makes impact and knocks me over. I cradle the kitten in my arms as I hit the floor. I have sit up in a defensive position. This one isn't attacking me.
"What do you think your doing? When did you get here?" The figure asks. I question whether I should answer him or not when he says,
"If you don't want to answer me I can always call my partner down here. He would love the little fluff ball that you have in your arms."
I grit my teeth then reluctantly answer him. I tell the truth.
"I got here a few minutes ago, I was planning on killing this family. Excluding the cat." I say. What's the harm in telling him? Obviously murder doesn't bother him.  The man takes a step closer.
"You are a cocky one. Does that mean you are a Panthera? You could easily have taken the man upstairs, unless.. Are you new?" He says as he continues to move around. Suddenly the lights come on and I realize he was looking for the switch. I wasn't expecting it so I am momentarily blinded. I shield my eyes with my free arm. I hear the kitten meow from my other arm. I see a blurry mass coming towards me. Crap. I stand and head for the door but he grabs my shirt collar.
"Don't be in such a hurry. I suggest putting the kitten down." He says. I let the kitten hop to the floor and watch him run and hide. The moment he disappears under the couch I am thrown into a wall. I push off and try to throw my weight around, it works surprisingly well and I get to come face to face with my attacker.... I never thought I would say that. Someone like me, being attacked... Its crazy. Anyways, this man is very tall and has long limbs. I can tell by his soul essence, or lack there of, that he is like me. While I am noting all of this he takes the opportunity to bring his knee into my gut making me double over. He kicks me to the floor and I sputter coughing up a little blood. I go to stand up but he pins me down.
"This is pretty pathetic. You don't even have your ears, let alone your tail. You should know better than to challenge your elders. Didn't your devisor train you better than this?" He asks. This is all news to me- did he just say I would get a tail? Ears? Devisor?
"What are you talking about?" I ask out loud this time. My voice is weaker than I wanted it to be. I haven't had anyone fight back in a while so I guess I am out of practice. I hear foot steps on the floor above. The man scoffs a little and backs off.
"Take the kitten and run. If you actually have no idea what I was talking about then come to the coffee shop down town at 8 AM. I wont attack you unless you start something." He says as he lets me up. I flip over and try to get a good look at his face but he is already at the wall and flipping the switch. The room is entirely black again. I go and find the kitten and run. From what I could see he almost looked like... no that's impossible..
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I may not have gotten any souls tonight but I did get a treasure in the form of a kitten. What should I call her?

Every credit to the artist who made this beautiful beast.,

Coming Soon: March

Hello there,
I am going to give you a little update about what will be posted and when. Basically I am going to be cryptic and give you this.

"Be courageous and try to write in a way that scares you a little."
~Holley Gerth

I will have you know that in preparation for the next few chapters I have scared myself a lot. A LOT. I also might be sleep deprived because things certainly go bump in the night.

March:
I will post a story every Sunday in march. This month features 2-3 Official chapters so get psyched!
(also my birthday is the 30th so I might post something extra special on that day.)

A Bad Day For A Demon

This next one was a mistake. I was having a bad day and lost control. For me life is usually pretty good. I don't have a care in the world, well actually I care a lot about a ton of things. Just nothing that is important. Sometimes I get really... paranoid and worried. I will drive myself crazy with the thoughts of what could happen and forget what is happening. Usually my reactions are completely uncalled for.

I am just out and about doing my usual daily crap but something just doesn't feel right. Ever since that bridal horror story last weekend I cant seem to shake the feeling that something is watching me. Even more than usual. I couldn't sleep at all last night because I felt like I was being stared at the entire time. My neighbors dog wouldn't shut up so that just made me think that someone was outside even more. Today I swear I have two shadows. I am staying in populated places so that maybe the stalker will try and blend in then I can pick them out and pick them off. It hasn't worked yet and I am about at my limit. I DON'T do crowds. Way too many people for me to be comfortable. I have one last trick up my sleeve. I am going to go see a movie. The person will have to pay to get in so I will see them when they stop at the ticket booth. I walk in front of the theater and scope out all the exits. I never like to enter a building before I know where the exits are. Never know when you might have to run from the cops. I enter the building. I don't know what movie to see though.... Let me look.
London Has Fallen looks pretty good. I will see that.

I paid the outrageous price of $12.50. Its a good thing I am here alone. If I came with a friend that would be $25 and we could just buy the flipping movie! Anyways, I would have picked a seat in the back most corner of the theater but there were some teenagers back there doing some.... crude things.. so I picked a seat that was fairly close to the back but far enough away from them so it isn't awkward for me. I was a few minutes late for the 7PM show time so the movie is finishing the ads just now which means that no one else should come in. Unless they are stalking me of course. As the movie plays on I feel a bit at ease again. I cannot sense the predatory soul that I could earlier. I am so close to being at peace. The sound of explosions, gunfire and crying in the movie are really helping me relax except there is some annoying teenagers a few rows down that keep talking and interrupting the movie. I can see their cellphones glowing too so they are clearly ignoring the rules. Troublesome.

The movie is finally over and there is no sign (or sense) of my stalker. I decide to go for a walk now that I am not so paranoid. It is 9PM so its nice and dark out. The orange streetlights cast a strange glow on everything. I want to stay out of the light as much as possible so I walk around the side of the theater and head for the alleys. I can't help but notice the same group of teens hanging around the back of the theater... Great. Maybe I can sneak away from them.  I walk through the parking lot to stay away from them but they see me. My guess is that they are drunk. They are loud and some of them seem to have trouble balancing. However, even if they are drunk five guys can still cause me some trouble. One of them is calling out to me.
"Hey, you over there! Yeah, you! I think I know you." He says as they walk over to me. Crap... That's never good.
"Yeah, I think we went to high school together. What was your name? Kyle?" The guy struggles to remember me.  I get a better look at him. Sure enough. I did go to school with this guy though I don't remember much about him. He wasn't super popular but he was by no means a "nerd". He was more like one of those fakers who sponge off of popular people. 
"My name is Cole. Sorry but I seem to have forgotten your name as well..." I mumble. It takes a moment before I can see him realize just exactly who I am. Does he know about my family? What about the mental hospital?
"That's right! Guys, this is the guy that beat the one jock to a pulp!"
The boy exclaims to his friends. The other drunk two seemed thrilled by the thought of it. One looks thoroughly annoyed and the other just looks like he couldn't care less.
"He doesn't look that tough." The annoyed one says. Eh, I really don't need this today. Not today. It has really sucked and I would really love to beat the crap out of someone. I don't even want to go all demon on them and steal their souls, I just want to feel them wiggling in my grasp. Watch them cry. Hear them whimper as I hit them again and again until they fall unconscious. I want sweet nothingness to take over me and feel the joy of their screams.....
"I guaran-flipping-tee you that I can deliver." I say taunting him. I have a slight edge in my voice. It might come across as attitude or me being cocky but I am just very excited at the possibility of what is going to happen next.
"Oooh! Trent, are you gonna let him say that?" One of the drunk ones says. The one I went to high school with seems to sober up a little. Trent takes a step toward me.
"Woah, Trent I know you can handle yourself and all but I seriously don't think this is a good idea. This guy... He has done some stuff...." The one I went to high school with steps between us as he tries to talk his friend down. I look at him with pity. He is actually trying to be the good guy. If he knows that much about me he should know that if by some crazy chance I get beat up I most certainly deserve it. Trent shoves him out of the way.
That's just rude. Funny, but rude.  The other guy takes another threatening step towards me. I almost take the first swing but I restrain myself. I see it in his eyes before his body moves. He throws the first punch. I block it with my arm, it stings but it feels good too. I go to throw another punch when a familiar and overwhelming scent washes over me. Its the predator from before. My stalker is here. If it is here that means that I really shouldn't do anything to give away my strengths. That means I shouldn't fight back. While this is racing through my head Trent hits me again. I am to distracted to block this one and take a solid left hook to the jaw. THAT FLIPPING HURTS! My body lurches to the side as I absorb the blow.  My head swirls and my vision goes a little blurry around the edges. No way in heck am I blacking out. Not here and not to this guy.
"Trent knock it off! Someone is coming!" I hear someone yell. I am pushed to the ground and then someone, I am guessing Trent, is on top of my pounding in my face. I get my arms up in front of me to absorb some of the hits but it isn't doing much. I taste blood in my mouth. I must have bit my tongue or something. I reach up and pull down hard on his right arm as he gets ready to nail me with his left. He was off balance so he falls somewhat easily. I roll over and on top of him. I grab his throat with one hand and start hitting him with the other. I watch his face roll as I continue to hit him.
"Guys we gotta get out of here! That person is coming over!" One of them yells as they start to run. I remember the vicious soul that is near here. I look around and spot the person. Trent takes the chance to push me off of him. He stands up and kicks me in the stomach. I double over. This is bad. I wrap my arms around my stomach as my insides do hurdles. The person is getting closer. Trent doesn't back off. I could kill him but then that person would see me... They would know... I guess its a good thing that I can take a beating. I let a smirk play on my face. This makes the schmuck even more angry. I curl deeper into the fetal position to prevent and serious harm. I feel a sharp pain in my side. My entire torso heats up. I reach for the wound and can feel blood. My ears start ringing as a terrible headache sets in. The power of this strange new soul is to much for my senses. I open my eyes trying to stay alert. I cant hear my danger so I at least need to see it. My vision is slightly blurred but I can see a figure walking up behind Trent.
"BACK OFF!" It says as it grabs him from behind and throws him to the ground. Its voice has a certain snarl to it....
"Tch. What ever. Your girlfriend had to come save you so obviously your not worth my time." Trent says as he starts to limp away. The person in front of me looks at me then hesitates for a moment before going after Trent. I process what just happened. He stabbed me. I sit up and bring my bloody hand to my mouth and lick it clean. Despite how weak I feel my body is receiving commands decently. I stand up, a little unsteady at first. Then I run after him. He hasn't gotten far so I don't have to run far which is good. With every step I can feel even more blood oozing out of my side. I am immortal, right? The girl has already backed Trent into a corner. I shove past her as I approach him, he is going to die.
Screw if my secrets get out. I can just kill her too.
I pull the knife out of my side and politely return it to its owner. In his face, to be more specific. The loser sinks to his knee's in tears. I turn around to the girl. This is definitely my stalker... I want to.. kill her too...
"You moron. You're hurt." She says as I lean against a wall. I will admit that being stabbed hurts more than I thought it would...
She walks over and assesses the wound.
"This doesn't look that good..." She mumbles as she tries to stop the bleeding. She looks puzzled.
"No, this is fine." I say as I crawl towards Trent's shaking body. If I steal his soul I will be healed... 
I see him spasm a little as I come closer. There is still some soul left for me to steal. I grasp his head in my hands and pull it close to mine. Usually I can reach the soul through the eyes or heart or something similar but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Thankfully his soul essence is practically pouring out of him so I don't actually have to use the traditional way to steal a soul. I am not very good at it... I will talk about that later.
I feel his soul essence pouring into me. My body practically pulsates as it is energized. Slowly but surely I can feel the stab wound in my side heal. It won't heal completely but it won't be fatal now either. The most important thing for me to do now is to get rid of the girl. I seriously want to kill her....
I turn around looking for her but she is gone. I can't sense her soul anywhere. -_- CRAP.
I leave Trent's body in the alley but I take the knife with me. I don't really expect any trouble to come from this incident. The cops already want my head so its not exactly like things can get worse....

Today, no this whole week has just really sucked. I wanted something exciting or interesting to happen and instead I have been on a job hunt with no success.
Maybe by next week I will have a job? At least I have a really cool knife and know what my stalker looks like.

~Soul





Authors Note: 

"Hey guys! Sorry that this weeks post isn't the most exciting thing to ever happen. It is more like build-up because next week is really going to be big. I also wanted to show a little bit about how Soul would have acted while he was still human so that you could understand him a little better.
To be honest I have been writing non stop for next week and barely remembered that I hadn't written anything for this week! My enthusiasm will be the death of me :P
Thanks for the read!"