My Friends are the Enemy

You Want My Help? (Edited)

Ravens' P.O.V.

I stood up and looked around. Everyone was staring at me. "Show's over people! Go home, you're all drunk!" I walked out of the club.

I unlocked my car and got in. I sat there for a few minutes. "How'd she get away again?" I asked myself. "I was so close! If it weren't for that God damn chupacabra, I would've had her." I complained resting my head against my steering wheel. I put the keys in the ignition and started the car, or tried to. The engine wouldn't start. "What the hell?" I muttered.

I got out of the car and opened up the hood. Then dug around in the engine and saw it had locked up, good thing I had oil. I walked over to the trunk and popped it open. I grabbed the oil and poured it into the engine. I got back into the car and started it. The engine revved showing off the power of my Ferrari. I pulled out of the parking lot and drove home at a steady 80 miles per hour.

~*~

I opened the door to my apartment and sat down in my game chair then started up my Xbox one. I dug through my games looking for my Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim disk. Once I found it, I heard a knock at the door. I sighed in irritation, it's probably my neighbor coming to complain about the noise of my car again.

I got up and opened the door only to see the chupacabra from the bar. I grabbed his wrist dragged him in, and slammed him against the wall. "How the hell did you find my address?!" I whisper shouted.

"Phone book." He said. "They still make those? And you used one?" I asked. "Oh yeah, they're great for tracking down people who almost kill my friends." He sassed. "What do you want?" I asked. "We need you're help." He said.

I laughed, "You think I'll help a demon and a chupacabra? Are you stupid? I'm a hunter, I don't help abominations." I said. "Then you wouldn't mind killing one?" He asked. I stared at him. "Please tell me that was a rhetorical question." I said.

"It was. Look, Rose doesn't know I'm here and as much as she'd hate to admit it, she needs help. A werewolf is out in the woods by here, and you are the only one who can kill it. He knows all our weaknesses, but you're a hunter. He doesn't know your weaknesses, but you know his." He said.

The original vibe I got from this guy was he had no idea how to be serious, but now I'm not so sure. "You could track him down and kill him, then you and Rose can do what ever the hell you want, with my intervention of course." He said.

I stood there, silent for a moment. A werewolf, you would think demons are more of a threat but you'd be very wrong. Then something came to me. "What's the werewolfs' name?" I asked. "Zach." He answered. You've go to be shitting me. "Zach... Shit." I muttered.

"Is there a problem?" He asked. "No I just know him. He was one of the reasons my best friend left, so long ago. At the time I didn't know he was a werewolf. A few years later after she left I ran into him again, I was a hunter and I knew." I explained. "I'll help but only to find him. Once we do and he's dead, I will hunt Rose down and mark my words she will not escape again." I said. "Now, get out." I said, and pushed him out.