Demon's Daughter (Completed)

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Sauda stands with her back against the wall, darkness all around her and her gun pulled tight to her chest as she weighs the pros and cons of peeking around the corner. The only thing she hates more than bubble gum flavored anything, was trying to shoot around a blind corner. She crouches all the way down, hoping that she was low enough that any enemy fire would be over her head. Even half-demons die from headshots.

As she's about to fling her body around, a sound rips through her ear.

"What's the plan again?"

"Ugh," She flinches and pulls the earpiece out of her ear. The demon blood coursing through her body lets her hear even the lowest whispers close to her. But drunk shouting was still drunk shouting as Dix asks what the plan is for the fourth time.

"Holy SHIT!" Jordan cackles back, "clit-and-dicks can't hold his liquor!"

"It's Clinton Dix. Clinton!"

"Hey! Can we eat yet?"

Sauda closes her eyes. She knows that their enemy can hear them and they are all going to die. "Sugar! Can you guys please shut up—"

"Ha!"

Sauda doesn't need her earpiece to hear the loud shout from her teammate. She can hear him just around that blind corner. She can smell the stench of his anger and sadness. She lays down on her stomach, pulls her piece out and peaks around the corner. Adio Shaw, another one of Maddox's men, stands in the middle of a huge clearing.

"Come on Dixie Cup," he says loudly, "I like that so much better. Clit and dicks. Ha!"

Sauda rolls her eyes. She wants to leave him there, but she knows she has to save him. She scans his surroundings, not smelling or sensing anything lurking, and she crawls low to him.

"Dixie Cup?"

Sauda can hear Jordan getting closer to them. No doubt that he is leading their enemy straight to them so she tries to use her speed to get to Shaw quickly but the alcohol is wearing down on her. She can hold her liquor better than most since her metabolism was better than average. But she passed her limit twelve Jägerbombs ago.

"Oh shut it!," Dix says, "Your name is Sugar."

"How is that worse than Clit-And-Dicks?" Jordan asks. "Is there really no food here?"

The room spins as she tries to crawl closer to Shaw. She pauses and looks at him until there is only one of him. "This is what I get for challenging Mendoza to a shots contest," she curses herself.

"No..." Shaw whispers, "that was fun."

Sauda looks at Shaw and watches as his body leans to the side, defying gravity. His chestnut skin glistens with sweat as he closes his eyes and breathes deeper.

"Come here... now!" Sauda tries her best to get his attention before he falls flat on his face on the hard ground. There'd be no point in the enemy killing him then, he'd done it himself.

"Shaw... SHAW!"

"Pops?"

Shaw jumps up and stumbles onto his feet with wide eyes as he searches around him. "Grandpa? Is that you?"

Sauda squeezes down on her bladder and chokes off her laugh. The last thing she wants is that damn Demon on their tails to smell or hear her. Shaw must have been so drunk he forgot that he has an earpiece on.

"No Shaw. It's Cap, get your ass down and out of an open field."

"Cap?! You're with Pops? In Heaven? I knew he wouldn't let you lead the team without some male wisdom. Is Aunt Bell with you?"