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I was laying on my stomach on the roofing opposed to Mr. Greenhouse’s apartment block watching him as he frantically packed his things. His paranoia got the better of him as he frantically looked out the window and closed the curtain. It was a rundown building fit for the scum that lived in there. And I could smell that there were plenty of menacing people inside but I wasn’t here for them tonight. Evil had a presence and darkness around it. Particularly because of my job I was sensitive to it. Humans pathetically and easily gave into it. Not for the purpose of even wanting to become a demon themselves but because humans enjoyed to test what they could do behind closed doors when others weren’t watching.
The overcast moon made it easy for me to hide in the shadows. I smiled flicking my tail back and forth listening to the jingle that followed. I didn’t necessarily need a demon to kill him but I called forth my cat demon because her primitive nature took delight in this justice. I purred with satisfaction as I was ready to taunt, play, and pounce, on my prey. So many ways I could kill him. I could easily kill him within his room. I could have already been done by now. But I wanted to wait until my mouse came out of his hole, squirming as to whether he would make his escape. The main exit was in the alleyway that I watched over. Hmmm yes, I think I would delight in that. He had no right to be killed in the comfort of his home. He knew he wasn’t safe. Just as those children felt. He deserved to be killed right beside the dumpster of trash just like what he was.
I began rubbing over my claws, polishing them as I waited oh so patiently. It was a dark alleyway and the street wasn’t far from his reach. But he would never make it. Not that he knew that yet. I didn’t have to wait too long until he came through the door, looking out skeptically before exiting with one small suitcase. As soon as he closed the door behind him, with sweat beading down his face I flicked my tail once. That one singular jingle made him erect in a posture his back might’ve known long ago. He began to run and I smiled as I leapt off the top of the building and landed in front of him softly without a sound. I was crouched over, my ass in the air as I flicked that one tantalizing jingle.
He screamed, rather girly actually, as he desperately ran back towards the door. I was careful to make sure that no one heard and there was no shuffle of curtains. No one would witness this extermination. I wanted him to feel that he was alone. Like how all those children felt.
“When you decide to become a monster, Mr. Greenhouse,” I purred. “Make sure you’re the biggest one out there.” He twisted to look behind him and I slashed at his face. He screamed a gurgling scream as an eyeball flew across the filth of the pavement.
“The treaty!” He screamed thinking that it held power against me.
“You know,” I purred again approaching him as he tried to get off the ground again and run further into the alleyway which was a dead end. “I was human once. And even if I still were. I dare say I might’ve done the same to you after knowing what you had done to those children.”
He scurried as if actually to climb the wall. He saw a piece of wood and collected it. My hackles rose and I suddenly realized that I wasn’t alone. Someone was close by and heading in this direction with exceptional speed. The joys of a cat’s sixth sense. I growled in anger not being able to play with my prey.
I hurdled for him, dodging the one pathetic swing he attempted and plunged my claws down to cut off his manhood. He screamed, horrifically. I punctured my claws into his neck, not wanting to taste him with my own fangs. I wasn’t leaving his bleeding out to chance. Sensing that my follower was close, I scaled up the walls quickly and ran across the rooftops. I couldn’t see them because of the overcast clouds but I knew they were flying in the sky. I lunged over masses of space from rooftop to rooftop trying to lose them with the skill of speed. When I realized it was pointless and they surprisingly kept up with my speed, I landed on the ground and reverted back to my usual self. No evidence of the demon with claws that just killed a human. I had now put enough distance between myself and the murder.
I ran amongst containers on the pier. There were a few lights remaining after the late workers had finished hours before, which is exactly why I led my pursuer in this direction. I skidded onto the pier and circled in my spot ready for my attacker. Let’s welcome this demon and I’ll decide how to kill them from there. I was close to the water in case I needed to call forth my water demon. I was on the wooden side of the structure opposed to the cemented cargos in front of me. I estimated that my opponent would land right there. My crimson hair wavered in the wind as I watched the clouds pillow away. Great white wings stretched out at lightning speed and when my opponent hit the cement, it shook the very wood I stood on. Cracks and holes were crated around his fists and knee. I widened my eyes at the sheer beauty and size of the white wings that glittered with golds and light reds tipping the wings. Black pictures and swirls of tattoo reined on every inch of the angel’s body. Unlike the one I saw last night, this one was older and had plenty of war stories to tell because they were ingrained on his skin.
His blonde hair didn’t move in the wind that pushed my own as he stood up. Emerald green eyes met mine and they were pissed! What was an angel doing searching for me?
“You can run can’t you cat?” He seethed. It seemed this man hated me. I smiled. So, he had seen me in my cat form. If he saw me do anything else then I might have to kill him. No witnesses to killing humans.
“I’d rather nap,” I charmed back. “Why is such a big old burley angel looking for little old me?” I asked surveying his chiseled stomach and arms. He had a strong jawline which I so wanted to pet. He wore black loosely fitted pants and I realized that maybe, those were his, “Pajamas?” I asked. “I get a visit from a beautiful mystified angel in the night in his pajamas. Haven’t I hit the jackpot tonight!”
His hatred for me only thickened and death wandered into his eyes. I don’t know what I did to piss this angel off but whatever it was amplified his hatred for me even more.
“By order of my council. You, Vivian who is contracted to Haymen are coming back with me to face the courts for killing an angel.” He tried to restrain himself from coming at me straight away. I snorted thinking back to the guy I had just killed. Surely, he hadn’t meant him. Because he was far from an angel.
“Just call me Vi,” I taunted. “As much as I am enjoying being in your dazzling presence. You have the wrong girl, officer,” I said innocently.
“Do you know a Luke?” his words were barely audible but it carried on the wind to me. I left nothing to show on my face. I had slept with Luke last night. I didn’t say anything or ask any more questions. This guy was kidding. Which meant that Luke was dead. Yet again another victim who slept with me and died within three days.
“I know many Luke’s, but no I haven’t killed any recently,” I said.
“I’m done,” the angel said in a rough voice before lunging at me. Within that second my tattoos glowed blue and I shifted into my water demon and dove for the water. My skin stretched over my ribs and split to create gills. My ears elongated as I hit and went deep within the water. Gills formed under my arms and legs as I continued to go into the depths of the water. The moment he dove into the water, it ricocheted the depths of the sea. I could feel other demons and creatures scurry away and run for life. Instead, I smiled. Oooh, I do like these games.
I wondered for how long he could hold his breath and how far down could he go? After all, angels were meant to fly not swim. The laws of the treaty meant nothing right now. He attacked me first. It was game on and now I had the right to defend myself.
Suddenly the water around me was sucked away and replaced by a bubble of air. I didn’t like that and projected the coils of my bony spine to project into shards. I did the same with my hand aiming it into the direction I could sense him and shot. My claws painfully projected forward and I nicked him. Of what part of his body I wasn’t sure. My spine clawed up the bubble of wind that constricted me and my breath. Finally, my spiny back slit the air bubble open and water gushed back in so I could take a breath.
He was trying to catch me like a damned fish. I swung my body to the side and decided I would do this the best way I knew how. Head on. Within seconds, the force of our impact met one another as he tucked his wings behind his back and propelled through the water. He wasn’t as fast as me in the water and if I wanted, I could have escaped. But I would never let anyone who attacked me, live.
I let a high-pitched siren go. Instead of clutching his ears like most did, he grabbed at my throat despite his bleeding ears. I pushed his hand away upper cutting my claws into his stomach. He blocked it and kicked me in the stomach pushing me away. I grabbed hold of his calf, piercing my claws into it. And that was the bait I realized as soon as his wings spread wide and pushed strong against the water. We broke through the surface and I let go of my grip. I was meters in the air. I had no demon that could fly and I was in the middle of the sea. Before he could grab me, I painfully allowed the spikes attached to my spine to painfully form around me like a shell. It looked like a purple coral from the inside and I knew the colors of pearl were outside. I allowed enough space to project my hand out and unleashed my long claws trying to pierce him.
He dodged it. I almost hit the water when another brush of wind gathered me high and a brush of disastrous smelling substance hit me in powder form. I screamed in pain. It felt like my insides were burning away. The powder forced my demon to retract. Whatever that powder was, it coiled my demon in a painful manner. My body couldn’t move as the glower of my tattoos faded and my back hit the water. Hard. Despite my body near being unmanageable to move I still swam but it was nothing in comparison to the sheer force of when he imploded into the water and scooped me in his arms.
I kicked and punched at him but my normal form was nothing in comparison to his sheer might. I had never met a match like this. The only person whose strength I couldn’t oppose on such a scale was Haymen’s. My hands were tied behind me and I made a last effort to wriggle out. I kicked him in the nuts which gained me the reaction I expected. When his grip loosened, I kicked off him and propelled for the water again.
I internally clapped for myself. Well done Vi. You’re plunging into water when your hands are tied behind your back. Well thought out, Sport.
Before I hit the water, he scooped me again. His face was pissed and as I went to wiggle away again his lips met mine in a wave of fury. That poisoning kiss instantly put my body to sleep.
