Doin what has to be done...
So here I was, strolling the back alleys and then sewer systems of L.A. And I did this work voluntarily? I so needed a psychiatrist, but then one session, hell probably not even that and I’d be locked in a rubber room with a brand-new jacket that let me hug myself for hours. Sometimes I wondered if that’s what I needed, but then I heard stories about those places, and what happened in them, and ‘course, number one Buffy reminder.
Exhaling I run my fingers through my hair and trudge on, determined not to dwell. Dwelling was never good, left me in bad places. But it was hard not to, was hard to think of anything but her, I missed her.
I always would.
Pressing on I passed the corner of a warehouse and froze, the barest whisper of a scuffle from inside, but it was enough for me to pick up on. I’m not a Slayer, nor have any powers. I’ve just been doing this so damn long it hones your instincts.
Finding a way into the building wasn’t easy most of the doors were boarded up, but round the back, past some wreckage and other mess one of the docking ports was slightly open, enough for something to slip in and out. So in I slipped, following the sounds of... well pretty disgusting feeding, I’d heard them before, so I had an idea what I was facing.
The Lei-Ach was squatted over its victim, looked to have one been a homeless person, maybe a drifter, now it was just a meal for the demon. If you don’t know Lei-Ach, they were once a proud Warrior race, but for some reason or other they’ve become just as pathetic as most demon scum. They feed on fresh bone marrow, sucking it out of a slain body. They used to consume that of a defeated foe, now they just ate what was available.
“Y’could have at least washed it before y'started eating it. Y’have any idea how gross that is?”
I commented dryly. Was the best I could come up with, and joking about the fact that its lunch had once been human make it easier for me to deal. Dark and twisted I may seem but you try doing this for eight years and lets see how twisted you end up. It turned and growled at me, a split second before my fire-axe met the side of its face, shearing the top of its head off. Why did the dumb fucks always have to try and do the intimidation thing? Just gave me time to swing.
I watch it drop, and give it a kick to make sure, then as I'm grabbing a rag to clean its blood off my axe I hear the footfalls and spin, to face two more of them, sighing a little as I did so. Just great, as I mentioned before, I’m just a regular guy. We regular types don’t fare well toe to toe with a demon, so facing two of them without the element of surprise? Well I could get hurt, and that’s putting it mildly.
Looked like it was gonna be one of those days.
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Exhaling I run my fingers through my hair and trudge on, determined not to dwell. Dwelling was never good, left me in bad places. But it was hard not to, was hard to think of anything but her, I missed her.
I always would.
Pressing on I passed the corner of a warehouse and froze, the barest whisper of a scuffle from inside, but it was enough for me to pick up on. I’m not a Slayer, nor have any powers. I’ve just been doing this so damn long it hones your instincts.
Finding a way into the building wasn’t easy most of the doors were boarded up, but round the back, past some wreckage and other mess one of the docking ports was slightly open, enough for something to slip in and out. So in I slipped, following the sounds of... well pretty disgusting feeding, I’d heard them before, so I had an idea what I was facing.
The Lei-Ach was squatted over its victim, looked to have one been a homeless person, maybe a drifter, now it was just a meal for the demon. If you don’t know Lei-Ach, they were once a proud Warrior race, but for some reason or other they’ve become just as pathetic as most demon scum. They feed on fresh bone marrow, sucking it out of a slain body. They used to consume that of a defeated foe, now they just ate what was available.
“Y’could have at least washed it before y'started eating it. Y’have any idea how gross that is?”
I commented dryly. Was the best I could come up with, and joking about the fact that its lunch had once been human make it easier for me to deal. Dark and twisted I may seem but you try doing this for eight years and lets see how twisted you end up. It turned and growled at me, a split second before my fire-axe met the side of its face, shearing the top of its head off. Why did the dumb fucks always have to try and do the intimidation thing? Just gave me time to swing.
I watch it drop, and give it a kick to make sure, then as I'm grabbing a rag to clean its blood off my axe I hear the footfalls and spin, to face two more of them, sighing a little as I did so. Just great, as I mentioned before, I’m just a regular guy. We regular types don’t fare well toe to toe with a demon, so facing two of them without the element of surprise? Well I could get hurt, and that’s putting it mildly.
Looked like it was gonna be one of those days.
(Tag anyone)