Demon Hunter

Chapter 31 - I'm A Werewolf's Worst Nightmare, Honey

A/N: Currently obsessed with the band Måneskin, so I put a Måneskin song for this chapter XD 

He was in very good condition, surprisingly.

I had thought that maybe his "injured" father had mauled him, because of how chilly his blood curdling scream was.

Relief flooded through my veins.

I ran right up to the poor fear stricken fool and started shaking him violently.

"Artie?! Talk to me, man! Are you OK?!"

For a few seconds, he just stared at me, the fear evident in his bright sea blue eyes.

"OK?! OK?!" He repeated, the fear evaporating and turning into pure rage. "Who in their right mind would be OK after finding out their father is a f*cking werewolf?!"

He grabbed my shoulders and started shaking me, just like I did to him only a moment ago.

"You were right, Ray, you were right."

Hmm...I don't think this is the best moment to say "I told ya so."

"I hate to say it...but I think we might die?"

I took a deep breath.

"I don't think so, Artie. I have superstrength remember?"

"You mean the fake powers you got from the church? Stop being delusional Ray!"

"I'm serious," I insisted. And you're the one that's delusional, fool. "I bet you I can arm wrestle your father to the point where I take his whole entire werewolf arm off."

He winced. "Thanks for the gruesome mental image, compadre."

Emily started laughing creepily,

"I'd love to interrupt your undeserved moment," she said to us, grinning wide. Then she turned towards her animalistic husband.

"Richie, my love, you're so lucky. You get to kill two idiots instead of one."

"Excuse you?!" I screeched. "I'll have you know, I'm no idiot, punk."

"Me neither," Artie added.

Ugh, you would think Richie would learn from his failed attempt at trying to rip me into shreds. But no, the bastard looked ready to attack me again.

Well, I have no problem sending him to hell, this time, for real.

Richie lunged.

I pushed Artie out of the way as Richie's werewolf body came at full force right into me.

The impact sent me flying backwards into the front door.

Luckily, it wasn't painful at all. However, I did manage to cause a dent in their door. Good. They deserve to have damage dished out all over their property.

As he raised his werewolf hand...or is it paw? Hmm...I guess I'll go with paw. As he raised his paw to slash at my gorgeous face, I thrust my arm forward and socked him square in the jaw, hard.

My hit sent Richie flying backwards, right into...Emily!

He landed on top of her, howling in pain.

"Get off me!" Emily yelled.

Richie complied.

He got up and then de-transformed.

His clothes were now ripped. But better that he had ripped clothes on than no clothes, right?

Emily lifted herself off the ground. Her hair was now messy and her face was puffed out and red like a tomato.

She was also breathing heavily.