No pov
Two glowing green dots disappeared and reappeared every few seconds, moving around. Anyone there could hear harsh panting and could see a dark figure tumbling and stumbling through the night as if confused or in a daze. Little red drops followed close behind the figure like it was bleeding. Jeff watched the figure wander around a moment before yanking it into the shadows. Demon growled at whoever was stupid enough to dare and grab him after another kill. "Damn...a feisty little thing...." Demon yanked away from this moron and went for his dagger. It wasn't there. "W-what the....." "Looking for this?" Jeff held up Demon's dagger grinning. Demon's eyes turned blood red. "Fuck you...." A street lamp flickered showing them both what the other looked like. Their eyes widened as they stared at their fellow killers. Demon was new in the game, so he had yet to hear of Jeff and Jeff had yet to hear of Demon. "A newbie? Welcome to the twisted, fucked up, game called life." Demon studied him a moment before holding out his clawed hand. "Harry. Demon Harry. Don't call me Harry or I'll rip you to shreds." Jeff took his hand, shaking it. "Jeff. And can do, Demon." Demon smiled showing his razor sharp teeth. Holy fuck...he's gonna be a good addition.... With that thought Jeff wrapped an arm around his shoulders leading him to the mansion, talking about all the others along the way. "And there's another new guy...maybe you can teach her a few things..."
A/N: welp. It's a bit short, but not too bad. And I would like to thank @nolove12345678 for adding this story to his/her reading list.
