True Fury

I find myself standing in the darkness of an alley. The trail of the demon has brought me to this very spot where I have found some remains of the human that he had only but slaughtered hours before.

While I let my guard down for but one second to bend down, I hear a scuffle behind me. As my senses peak and I take in my surroundings, I rise to my feet, and as I spin on my heels, I am faced with the very thing that has crept up behind me.

“My dear man, what can I help you with?”

He only but smirks as he raises his hand and points a gun firmly into my chest, “Your wallet, now.”

Rather startled at his boldness, I step one step back, only raising my voice with one pitch louder, “I am afraid you are trying to rob the wrong man.”

He growls at me while he presses his gun even deeper against my chest. “I said your wallet.”

And it is just then that I see what is lurking behind him. Well, I did not quite think that this would be so easy. Has our little spawn come back for his leftovers? So as I push the man aside, he spins around; he is so terrified that he drops his weapon and dashes down the alley.

Well, it seems that we are going to have a battle on our hands.

“Come, little pet, you need to go home now.”

With a loud grunt, well, he has taken the body of a human, he is fully capable of speaking, and that is what he does next. “You can go home; I am not coming with you.”

“Well, then I am just going to have to kill you. I have not had a demon in a while; I must say it rather excites me.”

The most godawful rumble comes from his mouth.

I close my eyes and squeeze on the bridge of my nose as I think of how fruitless this will be, “You are wasting your time; you know that my strength is far greater than yours.”

But he fails to listen and launches at me. He grabs me and throws me with a loud thud against the wall.

My bones crack as I stand to my feet.

Then he stands in front of me again.

He digs his fingers into my shoulder as she slides my body over the floor into the filthy green rubbish bin. I stumble and land square on my back.

I growl at him as fury start to build in my core, “You are going to regret that.”

He glides over the floor and has me by my left foot before I can stand up; he flings me through the air.

My body drop.

He lifts me up and raises me from the floor.

I gain my composure and smash into his body, he stumbles, and as he rises from his feet, I step one step quicker and pound him into the chest. He topples and cries out in agony.

I watch as he stands in the center of the alley with his hands hanging loosely at his side. Blood is dripping from his fingers, his breathing is erratic, and the most grotesques sounds are coming from deep within his chest.

Then he makes his move; he rapidly approaches me. I step one step forward and ground my feet, waiting for the impact. He reaches to grab me, but I hold his arms and wrestle him to the ground.

But he frees from my grip and smashes his palms into my chest. I fly backward into the wall. I jump onto my feet and move toward him. I fly through the air and crush my fists into his chest. He moans and stumbles back.

He charges like a bull straight towards me; I slide to the side and push him back into the wall. The wall cracks as I drive him deeper and deeper into it.

He kicks as he wiggles his way away from me.

I pull him back as my hand tangles in her hair. 

He spins loose and makes his way toward the road.

I push forward and scrum my entire body into him. He drops to the floor, and I immediately get on top of him, pinning his arms to the floor.

He manages to free himself loose. He grabs me by my throat and starts squeezing firm; with every inch, he starts to play at the bones in my neck.

Then my true fury sets in. As the heat consumes my body, my eyes turn blood-red. He has awakened my true form. I drive my hands into his shoulder; my nails pierce deep into his skin. He cries out in pain and slips away from my grip.

He comes for me again. I wrap my hand around his neck and start applying pressure.

I lift him from the ground. The anger is now consuming me. I increase the pressure around his neck and drop his body to the floor.

I see him rise to her feet as she makes her approach for me; I launch off my feet and slam his body into that stack of wooden crates.

They crack...

Then...

A loud moan...

A broken piece has pierced into his body...

Just as I am about to sigh in relief, he jumps to his feet and rushes out of the alley.

Well, now he wants me to chase him. That is not going to happen; if I kill him tonight, then it means I cannot see Mirabelle tomorrow. So I leave him to go his way.

I make my way back to the hotel, feeling rather beaten up and quite bruised. I did not even put all my strength into the fight; I could have easily taken him. Let us just hope that father does not catch wind of my failure, for I know it was purely on purpose.

With the cool night air blowing through my hair and the million scents that fill my senses, I find myself at the entrance of the hotel. Now I am looking rather, well, let us just say that I look like shit. I truly hope this man does not notice.

But yet I was too optimistic, for he looks me up and down, “Are you, okay sir?”

“Yes, just a little mugging.”

He does not quite find that amusing, so I only but chuckle at him, “The other guy looks worse.” I try to take my leave as fast as I possibly can, but just as I reach my floor, there is that familiar scent that catches my attention. As I slowly raise my head, there in front of me is the bearer of it.

She rushes over to me; by the tremble in her voice, I can see her clear concern, “Damien, what happened?”

Barely able to keep the smile off my rather bloody face, I nearly whisper as I speak under my breath, “Just some brave soul that tried to mug me tonight.”

She lays her soft, gentle hands on mine; there is a rush of electricity that shoots to every corner of my body. My heart races, and it feels as if I can hardly breathe.

Then she leads me towards the elevator, “Where are we going?”

“I am taking you to my office so I can clean up your wounds.”

That stupid, awkward feeling returns as I look deep into her eyes, “You really do not need to do that.”

“It is the least that I can do. It seems this city has gone crazy with that monster that is out there killing people.”

Now, that I do agree with, it truly is a monster, a monster that I need to catch. But that can wait; I am right where I want to be. But what is even greater than this moment is that Mirabelle is holding my hand.

So as we take a rather quiet and uncomfortable ride up in the elevator, we reach the top floor that leads into one big room.

“Is this where you stay?”

She does not immediately answer; I patiently wait in anticipation. Then finally, she speaks, “No, this is my office. I sleep here on occasion, depending on how later I work.”

Well, this peaks my interest, “Do you work late often?”

She smiles, and I watch as her porcelain skin turns a rosy color, “Do I look like a woman that works into the late-night hours?”

“I was merely wondering how often I need to come to keep you company.”

And with that, her breath hitch; I can hear her strained breathing as her heart starts to pump faster in her chest. I can feel the heat radiating from her skin; my mere words have set her body on fire. She is such a delicate creature; watching her so vulnerable does bring out a side of me that a girl like her should never see.

So I clear the thoughts from my head and watch her as she starts to clean the blood from my knuckles. Slow and gentle, she moves her elegant finger over my hands. And then she reaches for my face; I nearly die on the spot. As she stroke the cotton wool over my cheeks, I gently grab her hand and pull her closer to me.

“Mirabelle…”