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Your name is Dirk Strider. For the last ten years of your life you have been hunting demons. You’ve been hunting the bastards ever since your father was killed by one. You basically grew up on the streets, learning all you could about killing demons. What made it harder was your younger Dave. With both your parents dead, you were stuck raising him. It wasn’t easy raising your kid brother on your own. It was easier for you both now, with him being eighteen and you twenty. You also had a home now, in the apartment above your friends shop. But what didn’t change, was demon hunting. You would always hunt as long as the thing that killed your dad was alive.
Speaking of the thing that killed your father, you were following a lead on that. According to your friend and a few EMF readings, it lived here; The old abandoned Harley mansion. Its located atop a hill in the center of town, about walking distance from your home. Locals say the Harley house was haunted. For the sake of your job, you hoped they were right. It was obviously old enough, with the wood door breaking when you went to knock. From the newly created hole, you reached in to unlock the door, to let you and your brother in.
The house was bigger on the inside, and the outside was huge! Behind the white wooden door was about the size of a single story house. The room had high ceilings from which cobweb covered chandeliers hung. There was a grand staircase in the back of the room. Although it didn't exactly seem in good condition, it was moldy, with the occasional broken step. To your left and right were two long golden corridors which seemed nice and clean. But the room you were in, seemed in a close condition to the stairs, paint peeling off the walls. There was ooze seeping through the cracks in random places, with a rancid smell to match.
“This place is disgusting” you complained as you examined some of the pictures on the walls.
“What did you expect? Its a demon house, there’s not a bunch of demon cleaning ladies keeping the place clean?” Dave said
“Who are you and what are you doing here?”
It wasn’t you or your brother talking this time, it was a demon. you slowly turn around, towards the source of the voice. In the entranceway of the right hall stood a raven-haired boy stood. He was short and scrawny, pale, and had messy hair. He obviously wasn't human, that much was clear from his pointed ears. That and his bright blue glowing eyes, framed by thick black glasses. He was clearly a demon, but he didn't look like he was going to attack. You still placed your hand on your hidden katana just incase.
“Were with the cops,” Dave began, “we’ve been sent here to tell the owner its been condemned.”
The demon gave your brother a puzzled look, “why has it been condemned?”
“why has it been condemned? Are you kidding? Look at this nasty ass place! No wonder its been condemned!” you shout
The demon and your brother look at you, looking both shocked and confused by your outburst.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, the demon finally said, “alright, then. I guess I'll just go find the owner of the house then,” then absconded the way he came.
After he left, Dave gave a sigh of relief, “thank god he still bought that.”
“yeah, sorry about my outburst. I've never been good at lying.”
“yeah, obviously.” Dave said, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to go up stairs, you stay down here.”
You nod, deciding to let Dave do what he wanted. The main entrance was obviously clear from what you could tell, there might be a few ghosts but that wasn't your main concern. You also didn't want to run into the blue eyed demon again, so you decided to go down the left hall. The only light you got was from the front room, but besides that the hall was pitch black. The only source of light was a small trickle from the end of the hall. You began to descend down the hall, taking out your katana incase something wanted to give you a surprise attack. Once you reached the light you stopped, it came from a crack from under a door, illuminating the floor around it.
You then open the door slowly, cringing at the loud screech it produced, and went inside. It was a library, a beautiful library that certainly didn't belong in this mess of a house. Every wall was had a large dark brown book shelf covered from top to bottom with books. There was even a small balcony in back of the room, held up by book shelves of even more books. The room had blood red carpeting, and leather couches placed in the center of the room. With the room in such good condition, it was obvious something important was in here. But the room was so huge it could be anywhere! You decided to just take a quick look, just to see what was there. You went over to the first shelf, surprised to find books on monsters. In fact the whole shelf was books about monsters or paranormal lore. You went to the next shelf, and the same thing was there. Everything from the swamp monster to Twilight, all of it was in this library.
“Quite a collection, Isn't it?” A Voice said, it had a accent, British you think.
“Yeah it sure is” you agree.
You turn around, to face whoever was speaking with you, and freeze. God damn, was this guy hot. He was tall, but shorter than you. The man was pale, and had a strong build. His black hair was messy, but it looked good on him, unlike the demon from earlier. The most attractive thing about him though, was his eyes. It had to be illegal to have eyes that green, and he had and the black rimmed glasses he wore only made them stick out more.
He stood up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to you, sticking his hand out.
“The names Jake, Jake English.” he says with a smile.
“Dirk” you reply shaking his hand.
There's no way he’s a demon, there were no signs of it first of all. Second of all he seemed to trust worthy to be a demon.
“Alrighty then Dirk, if you don't mind me asking; what are you doing in my house?”
“I’m here with the cops, this place has been condemned," you answer, silently praying that he bought your lie.
Apparently, he did. his happy mood fell, as he shook his head, sighing.
“I knew that this was going to happen eventually. Come, lets talk about this elsewhere,” Jake said, his happy mood quickly returning as he walked out of the room with you following behind.
==>Dirk sit down.
You sit down at the large oak table, of the well kept dining room Jake had led you to. The walls were a burnt orange color, lined with various paintings. A single diamond chandelier hung above the oak table that would normally seat twelve. Now, it was just you who sat here. Jake entered a few seconds later, after retrieving a few things from the kitchen. he sat in the seat across from you, placing the wine glasses and bottle of red wine he had on the table. He poured wine in both glasses, setting the bottle aside when he was done.
“Here you go, ol’ chap” he chirped as he placed a glass in front of you.
“Oh, no. I’m good.” you shake your head pushing the glass back. towards him.
“No, I insist.” Jake replied pushing the glass back. “You're my guest dirk, it would be rude to just drink in front of you.”
You sigh, deciding not to piss the guy off. You pick up the glass and take a sip. It was probably the foulest thing you ever tasted, but you sucked it up.
“slow down, you don't have to drink the whole thing!” Jake chuckled.
You give a sigh of relief as you set the glass down.
“So Dirk, if you don't mind me asking; why is my house being condemned?”
You open your mouth, then shut it. You are not going to repeat the whole ‘nasty ass place’ episode. Not after that last reaction you got. Instead, you take a deep breath, then reply, “Have you seen the place lately? Its not exactly in the best condition,”
Alright, that probably wasn't the best thing to say, but it was still better than last time.
Jake nodded, his voice quickly growing sad. “Yeah, I guess I have sort of let the place go since my grandmother die a few years ago.”
“I know how you feel. My dad was killed when I was ten, and I never knew my mom.”
“Well you're just lucky you didn't see them get murdered.” Jake said as he took a sip of his wine.
“I did actually.” you say grimacing from the memory.
Jake put his glass down, raising an eyebrow. He said something, but you weren't paying attention. His glasses had slid down his nose, you could now see his eyes without the protection of the glass. His eyes were glowing, you were alone with a demon. To make matters worse, you stupidly left your katana back in the library. It also explained the nasty wine, mostly because it want wine. You drank Human blood.
You only zoned out for a second, but when you came back from your thoughts, Jake was gone. Next thing you knew, both your hands were being held behind your back. Another cold hand was placed on the back of your head, pushing it back to expose your neck.
“You know, Mr. Strider. I still remember what your fathers blood tasted like. It was absolutely delicious, how about we found out if your tastes the same?” Jake whispered in your ear.
You tried to escape his grasp, but he was stronger, his strength about double yours. You have never wanted to kill someone so badly in your whole life. This thing killed your father, and was going to kill you.
“You know Dirk, I honestly expected you to be smarter. I’m surprised it took you this long to figure out what I am.”
He was so close you could feel his warm breath against your neck. You tried to pull your hands free again, but Jake still held his iron grip.
“let go of me.” you demanded, scowling at the green eyed demon.
Jake gave a cold soulless chuckle, “now why would I do that?”
You took a sharp breath, then grunted, just barely holding back a scream as sharp fangs pierce your skin.
“Get away from my brother!”
You yell in pain as Jakes fangs tear through your neck, his iron grip now gone, freeing your hands. You ignore the pain, quickly standing, feeling only slightly light headed. Not far from you, your brother was buys stabbing jake with his sword. Jake, was on the ground, knocked out cold.
“Dave, stop. You can't kill him with a sword. We just have to get the hell out of here.” You say.
Dave stops glaring at jake then nods at you.
You and Dave make your way back through the house as fast as possible, wanting to be long gone before JakeAct woke up. Normally you would have killed Jake, but you weren't expecting a vampire. you didn't have the proper equipment for a vampire.
you ran for as long as you could, but your head was hurting too much. you couldn't take it anymore.
== > Dirk, pass out.