DoomPet

Chapter 74

They calmly took a stroll out of the apartment and down to the restaurant. The sweet silence between them was only broken when they were alone on the street and the Slayer smacked Crüe's ass with their spatula.

"They are gonna cook food with that!" The demon sputtered, and snatched it out of the man's hand, slapping his thigh as he spun, protecting his ass.

"Oh please, they are gonna wash it!" He dodged again as Crüe wound back his arm. They carefully walked the rest of the way, never turning their ass to whoever was armed with the spatula, and casting narrow eyed glares at each other.

The Slayer walked inside and returned the spatula while Crüe waited, but he went in after a bit of waiting to use the restroom. Maybe the blood smoothie hadn't been sitting right on his stomach. Ever since he drank it he was feeling a bit off, like he couldn't get the taste out of his mouth. Which was an odd feeling to have, he loved the a

taste of the blood. He tried to get Haru to drink it, but the cat acted like he had tried to poison him.

He tried not to dwell on it and used the restroom.

The Slayer was taking a few photos with some of the workers. He couldn't prove it, but he wouldn't be surprised if they left that spatula in the bag so he'd come down and drop by the Hole in the Wall diner. Either way, he was having fun bullshitting with them.

He went to leave but was stopped by the waiter, "Oh your friend is in the bathroom. Have him come out, you two can drink for free tonight."

The Slayer's stomach twisted at the thought of drinking so he tried to politely decline and go see what was happening with Crüe. "No, no, I can't tonight I have to get home."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, let me grab him and we can head home. Thanks for the offer." He hurried off and rushed into the bathroom a bit panicked, "Crüe let's go! We'll be here all night if we stay."

The demon was staring at a plaque on the wall, his clawed hands touching the drywall above the tile. "What the hell..? Slayer can you see this?"

The man rushed by his side, trying desperately to get him out. It was just a scratch mark on the wall with a little mounted frame around it and a photo of a guy standing over a dead imp. "Yeah I see it, what about it?"

"It's not an imp... species by species scratches are unique. I know that's not an imp." Crüe seemed upset and his voice wavered a bit.

It was five basic rather small scratches no bigger than a finger in width. "It's probably just the wrong photo Crüe we have to get out of here they are trying to open up a bar tab. I have our food ready out there, let's go!" He gestured his whole body towards the door, ravenous for the food.

"Can you see that?"

"What?" The Slayer looked around, annoyed.

Crüe turned and pointed at the mirror, "There's something moving in there, it keeps watching me. It's a monster Slayer." He looked panicked and twisted around to look over his shoulder, terrified, before quickly looking back to face the mirror. "Can you see it?"

The Slayer just paused and stared into the mirror. There was nothing there. He tried to give Crüe the benefit of the doubt, but he could see clear as day no demons or monsters. He wasn't sure if the demon was hallucinating or if he didn't recognize his own reflection. He grabbed Crüe and faced him away from the mirror, "Here let's call Samuel." His heart was skipping beats now.

Samuel was walking around the lake with Elena and almost didn't answer his phone, but he decided to be safe. "What do you mean he doesn't recognize his reflection? Are you two drunk?" Samuel put the man on speaker phone as they both stepped off the trail and huddled over, listening.