In Memoriam

Abashed The Devil Stood

The green-eyed woman looked down at him, seeing him unconscious on the altar. She lowered her eyes, her expression falling to one of annoyance. "Fucking seriously?" she asked herself. "I'll take care of him." a deep voice called out from the dark cathedral. She looked up to see a tall fair-haired man walking toward her. "Get lost, I got this one fair and square." she said. "I'm his brother, not a hunter. I'm Evil." he said. She quirked. "I'm sure you are, but he's still mine. Unless you're planning to fight me for him." she said, tilting her head to the side and nodding toward the bloodied blade resting on her shoulder. The woman looked down at Rickey, still unmoving on the altar. She raised her free hand to move her angled shoulder-length blue-black hair behind her ear and sighed, before looking back at Evil, who now stood a few feet away from Rickey. "If you get any closer, I will behead him." she said curtly, lowering the sword toward Rickey's neck. Evil raised his hands in defeat and backed away a few inches. "I can't let you take him." Evil said. She looked at him, unamused, and gave a fake smile. "Who said you would be letting me take him or not? Who said you had any choice in this?" she asked. Evil sighed and looked at his still-unconscious brother. "I'll say this plainly..." Evil began to say, as something black began to form in his hand. She watched as what was forming began to take the shape of a large scythe. Evil looked at her, his pale blue eyes shining violet. "Step away from my brother." he said. She smiled and stepped away from Rickey, eyeing Evil in admiration and nodding her head. "A grim reaper. Or, are you THE grim reaper?" she asked. Evil stepped forward and grabbed his brother, who was beginning to wake up. "I don't give autographs." Evil said, smirking at the woman. She raised her head to him in acknowledgement. Rickey, hearing them talking, looked toward the female voice. He clung to Evil's arm, which was holding him in a dragging position. "Now, who the fuck are you?" Rickey asked her. She looked at Rickey and quirked, then looked at Evil. "I should have let her kill him." she said. "You have no idea how many times that thought crosses my mind." Evil said, as he pulled his brother closer to him. "Let's get back home, I'll explain everything there." Evil told him. The woman slightly waved the sword in a mock-wave of goodbye, as Evil and Rickey quickly left the church, as Rickey kept a glaring eye on her.

Back at the manor, Rickey was laid on the couch in the lounge. "Why do I get all the crazy ones?" he asked Evil, who was sitting in the chair opposite of him. "Because you are crazy." Evil said. Rickey glared at him but didn't move an inch. "I feel horrible." Rickey said. "You'd feel worse if that hunter hadn't saved your ass." Evil said angrily. Raven, hearing the conversation, walked into the lounge in a slight panic. "What happened?" Raven asked. Evil pointed to Rickey, gesturing for Raven to ask him. "I think I met Satan." Rickey said, raising his eyebrows drowsily in confusion. Evil rolled his eyes, "It was a hunter, one from the Decebal family. I saw the crest on her sword." he said. "Her?' Raven asked. Evil nodded, "It's rare but they have female hunters, usually the females are stronger than the males. They also have more potent blood." he said. Raven looked at Rickey, watching him begin to fall unconscious again. "What should we do?" Raven asked Evil, who shrugged in response. "I don't know what she was doing at that cathedral, maybe hunting the other being that was there. But, she tried to take him with her, even though she saved him from her." Evil said. Raven nodded, "Let's get him upstairs." he said. They picked Rickey up, taking to stand him upright as much as possible, helping him upstairs to his room and laying him on his bed. They walked out, leaving him under his covers in his bed and shutting the door. Outside of Rickey's room, Raven pulled a skeleton key from his pocket and locked the door from the outside. Evil narrowed his eyes at him. "For his safety." Raven said, as he slipped the key back in his pocket and walked away. "I have a bad feeling. But, does anyone care? No." Evil said to himself, as he walked back to his own room. Rickey tossed and turned in his bed, suddenly being awakened by a stabbing pain on his neck. He opened his eyes and reached up to his neck, which had been bandaged. He reached up and noticed his eye patch was missing. Dizziness and weakness overwhelmed him, as he laid as still as he could, waiting for the feeling to pass and beginning to feel the darkness cover him again. Suddenly, he felt warm skin touching his forehead, small fingertips pressing down gently. He struggled to open his eyes and look in the direction of who the fingers belonged to. All he could see was a feminine figure sitting beside him on his bed.

"I've never seen anyone with one gold eye and one solid black eye before." the voice next to him said. Rickey tried to sit up but his muscles wouldn't obey him. "Stop moving." the voice commanded. He felt too exhausted from the blood loss and the pain, deciding to lay still and let whatever awaited him come to be. The warm fingers moved across his forehead, moving his hair out of his face, before placing their open palm on his forehead, then moving to place their hand on his cheek. "Whatever she had, she's infected you with it. You're sick." the voice said. Rickey looked up at the shadowed blurry figure and began to make some features out. It was a woman, pale-skinned, with blue-black hair and green eyes looking down at him. A vision of the attack at the cathedral flashed in his mind when his eyes met hers and he sat up quickly. She reached out and grabbed him as he slumped forward in her arms. "I just told you that you're sick. What are you doing?" she asked. "Getting away from my would-be killer." he said, as he tried to push her away, realizing he was too weak to protest. She laid him back down and stood up. The expression on her face was one of merciless anger. He glanced up at her, toward his door and back to her. "Where's my patch?" he asked. She rolled her eyes and glared down at him. "Who wears an eye patch to bed?" she asked. "I do. I don't need anyone seeing this." he said, gesturing toward his solid black eye. She sighed and sat back down on the bed next to him. "Why does it look like that, anyway? Contact lense? Because blind eyes aren't solid black." she said. "No, but fake eyes can be." he said. Her eyes widened for a moment and she felt embarrassed. "I didn't know...can you take it out?" she asked, somewhat excitedly. Rickey glared up at her, as he tried to sit up once again. "Don't touch me." he said, as he tilted his head, causing his hair to cover his fake eye. The woman brushed his hair away from his face again, this time causing Rickey to bare his fangs. She stopped moving her hand, keeping her wrist in line with his mouth. "Go ahead, you probably need it." she said. He looked up at her in confusion and moved his head away from her. "Why are you here?" he asked. She lowered her arm and looked around his room. "I'm here for you." she said, returning her eyes to him. He lowered his head, gritting his teeth, as he felt powerless. He quickly pushed her off of his bed and moved as fast as he could toward his door. To his dismay, he found it locked and was unable to open it. A noise was made behind him and he turned to see a sword gleaming in the dark.