Damazon Short Stories (Dartsy Amazons)

THE BLOOD SERVANTS

It's the year 2023 in a small town called Salvation, south California. I walked into a bar, the Johnson's bar, but the man I sort for was already gone. The bar tender, a man in his thirties, turned towards me, a look of confusion suddenly came over his face. I studied him; he had on a black shirt on, with white strips and was drying a glass cup in his hands. At the counter and around were seated a few people all staring as I walked over to him. Their confusion was understandable as I was only seventeen and not yet allowed to drink, I shouldn't have been there and I never wanted to just so you know. I wore my favorite brown jacket, black tank top, blue jeans with the symbol of a sword on my right thigh and my all stars brown sneakers. My long blond hair was let loose over my shoulders and my eyes were their usual sea green color with a tiny scar across the right, yeah I know, a color riot, but as a Blood Servant/Demon hunter fashion is one of the last things on my mind.
"Can I help you miss?" He said, his accent and face suggested he was an immigrant, Latino maybe.
"Yes please." I said as I drew near him. "I'm looking for a Mr Boneman, of The Burning, a biker gang?" I said taking a seat. His face showed surprise and some concern.
"What's business does a girl like you have with him?" he asked.
"Just stuff, you know....." I said trying to avoid more probing. "So, you know where he is?" He was hesitant for a moment but he told me but not without first asking who I was.
"Marshal, Sarah Marshal." I told him smiling "And I'm just a friend with a message."
"Mmhmm." Then He gave a face like "it's your funeral."
"They're over at their usual meeting point, club fist, the local fight club, and just a few blocks away. Seems one of his boys is participating." He explained.
A few minutes later and I found the place; it was easy because I had my bike with me. There were several choppers parked outside and rumblings of men and a few women coming from inside the club. A bouncer was at the front, getting in without a pass or an invite would not be easy but I came down from my bike to take the chance, after all this couldn't wait. As I approached him I studied him too, he was a big black man dressed in a white t-shirt, blue jeans and a big black shoe. Several chains and blings hung around his neck and about three rings on his right hand, three or two, I can't exactly remember.
"You looking for someone, miss?" he asked, always the same question with these people. I stood now by the front with him guarding the closed door, I didn't respond at first.
"I said you looking for someone, if not, keep moving, there's nothing for you to see here." He said gesturing with his hands for me to move along.
"Sorry, I'm looking for Mr Boneman....."
"Never heard of him kid, now get out of here" He said. Clearly he knew who I was talking about.
"How about this, you go in and tell him his dealer from the west coast outside, he would know what to do then." I said, the Bouncer didn't want to do so at first, but I stood there staring, he stared back but after some moments, caved in. He turned and tapped the door three times, it immediately opened and some other guy came out, he whispered something to him to which he nodded and went back in shutting the door behind him, a few seconds later Mr Wesley Boneman and two of his bicker buddies come out with him, he approached me with caution, he had to, I had just told him that the west coast dealer was looking for him, and he knew what it meant. Mr Wesley was the meanest looking bearded biker you've ever seen, but even I could see the fear in his eyes as he approached me, he had made a nasty deal, one with a devil.
"Who..." his voice wanted to crack with fear but he manned up and spoke again.
"Where did you say you were from, Miss...?." He asked.
"Marshal, Sarah Marshal." I said, "..oh and I lied, I am not from any west coast." The man's countenance changed into anger and confusion. "Who sent you?"
"You've sacrificed....." I started but he cuts me off
"Enough!!." He said, then he signaled the other two to leave him, and they did, they went back in.
"Now kid, tell me, why are you here, they send you?"
"No, but you sent them to yourself, they are coming for you Mr Boneman." When I said this, his fear returned.
"What." He said in a lower voice, the countenance of a mean biker was drastically drained by fear of death and hell. "What did you just say?" He said.
"Your deal, it backfired." I explained.
Then I sensed it. I turned around to see if I could spot it, something had entered the scene; the very atmosphere had changed because something unnatural had arrived. Immediately the cry of a crow was in the air, followed by howl of the biggest, baddest wolves I've ever known. It was usually the same pattern for every killing, first the bird cry, then the howls, and fourth their appearance and finally one's death. Wesley turned around at the sound of that, clearly frightened. The howls continued.
"They are here." I said, I looked back and saw that the Bouncer was nowhere to be found and also the noise at the club had gone silent. The presence of darkness always did that when it came, it made everyone except its victims and supernatural know-it-alls like me to disappear from the scene at that moment, people reappear like they've always been there when it's done, but there is usually a dead body left behind when they do. I looked to the edge of the road by our right; Mr Boneman was staring in that direction too. On the road at the farthest end that we could see stood a lone wolf, big and black, with shinning blue eyes like that of a blue flame. I knew what it was, of course I did, I had encountered them before.
"Mr Boneman, do you want to live?"
"wha...what?" He muttered. "Sure, what great time to get confused." I thought.
"Do you want to live Mr Boneman!!?"
"yes, yess!!." He shouted but did something I didn't see coming, well it was expected but he should at least heard me out first, I turned to find out he was already running for his Chopper
"Wait!, that wont...!!" he was already on it and before I knew it he was taking off. When I turned back to face the wolf, five more wolves had appeared. I turned again to see that Mr Boneman was already halfway gone, what he did not know was that wouldn't stop them from reaching him.
"A'wooooo...." Went another wolf cry, soon they were multiple cries, coming from every direction, continuous cries. The intense feeling of death filled the air, it was overwhelming. If I had not been a Blood Servant I would have either curled up in a ball or passed out, the feeling was intense. I almost allowed the sight of them get to me, they were big, brutish set of demon wolves with black eyes, only alpha's being blue. But as always, I remembered who I was so I walked up to the centre of the road. They must have sensed what I was, seeing I was in their way, and no one stands against them except Blood Servants. The alpha stepped forward, the others followed suit, growling and snarling as they focused on me. They were getting ready to attack, so they would tear through me to get to their prey.
A neat trick we blood servants possess is the ability to fight demons and their pets, they hate this but cannot undo this truth, we were a torn in their side, especially our first Master. I stood with my legs slightly apart, stretching out my right hand as if holding something. A sudden wind was in my hair and I stood like some warrior about to give a whooping, and I was. But the Wolves edged closer, they weren't afraid so I didn't wait for them to come before I started.
"More than a conqueror I am..." I chanted. It was the ancient words of power passed down to the new generation of blood servants. "...against the powers of ancient wars. Charge to battle with thy Words, awaken my spirit, Awaken your Sword!!" immediately my right arm began to glow bright gold which grew straight out of my arm and materialized into a double edged sword. There is one bit of information you need to know about the blood servants, and that is the fact that we are no longer humans but spirits too though we have a body, mare men cannot fight demons, in other to do that they must become something else, something more, they must become a Blood Servants. I stood ready, confident that my sword would cut through them, a gun or a mortal weapon couldn't do that, only a spirit weapon, because the weapons we use for warfare against demons are not carnal but spirit weapons that are mighty to taking down of strong enemies.
"Come!!!" I ordered, the wolves seemed nervous at first, but the one in the centre who was clearly the alpha began to walk, then jug, then it charged and they followed. I held my ground, knowing this was going to get ugly, but I'd been there before.
A few minutes later and Boneman was still on his bike, he was halfway home panicking and driving crazy through the empty street, then he turned down a lonely alley, which was a big mistake. In front of him was the alpha, he turned back and saw there was another behind. They had managed to get past me as I was distracted in battle by three of them, the alpha wolf was smart, it never intended to fight me, it just wanted its target.
"please...please." said the pitiful voice of the though Biker. But the first rule of darkness is no mercy, and if they ever showed one mercy it wasn't, they are just going to inflict much damage later. He was turning back and forth, confused and afraid at the sight of them. the leader then gives a howl and the other behind began to move forward, this was it for Mr Boneman. He turned towards the alpha and stared at it in tears, for a moment he saw into its very soul as he gazed at its strange blue eyes, there was nothing but complete hatred for him, it couldn't wait to take his life. The wolf behind was already running towards him, it dived at him when it came close for a kill, but just inches away from biting at Mr Boneman's neck something tore through its head, that was my blade. I stood at the far end of the alley where the other wolf had charged from, I had thrown my blade just in time to save Mr Boneman's life, he was drained from fear as he turned to see what had happened. The alpha clearly didn't like the outcome, it howled again and I knew he was summoning the others but I had taken care of them all. It stopped and gave me one last look, the kind that said, this isn't over, but it was. A dark mist materialized behind it and it turned and walked into it and disappeared, they were both gone.
A few minutes later I was seating with a shaken Mr Boneman at one corner the alley.
"so those were..." he said, we were seated by the backdoor of some restaurant there, though they had closed for the night already.
"demon wolves, they were sent by the one you made a deal with." I explained.
"I didn't mean to." He explained.
"yes, yes you did." I responded.
"Well I didn't actually think it would work." He said. I placed my hands in my pockets at this.
"a woman appears to you in your dreams three nights in a role, calls herself the queen of the west coast, offers you a deal, and you didn't think it would work?" I asked.
"her offer and presence kind of...drew me." He said. I knew what he meant; we blood servants called it "the seduction." It was an ability most demons had, the power to lure men into their scheme. Mr Boneman here had made a deal with the spirit of the west coast, a devil that drew its power from the sea, what some would call a mermaid. Somehow it had gotten access to give him an encounter in dreams, and he had foolishly made a deal to sacrifice three members of a rival biker gang, unfortunately or should I say fortunately one of the three was already dead, and once a deal for a soul has been made, it must be completed, so they wanted to use him as replacement, not that they needed to but just to be wicked.
"So what do I do now, to be saved?" he asked turning to me, he was desperate, if you had seen what we just saw you would be too.
"Become a Blood Servant." I said. He looked at me. "That's the only way." I added then got up taking a few steps forward.
"But, what is a Blood Servant?" He asked. I turned back to him and smiled.
I stretched out my hand to him " Follow me, I'd show you. Only... you may end up becoming a bit like me."
He gave an expression at this, it said you got to be joking, become a demon hunter!? I shrugged and kept my hand still, In this world you had to become strong, or you would not see them coming, there are real monsters out there and he knew this now. He took it and a new life began.