Demon Hunter [COMPLETE]

Chapter 42 - The Vulture Strikes Again

*Raven's P.O.V*

"What do you want?" I hissed. "Came for a rematch to get your ass handed to you, again?"

The Vulture laughed as he ran his silver blade across one of his fingers, pricking it. Gross. Blood oozed out as he stared at it, admiringly.

"You really think you had the upper hand that time?" He asked, softly.

"Well, duh, yeah, I did, bitch," I snorted.

Ugh, OK, more like Jamie, oops, I mean Artie and I ran away...but come on, what did you expect? I didn't have my super strength at that point and Artie...well, it's Artie.

God, I don't think I'll ever get over him bringing a toy gun to that incident.

"If you're here to kill me, I'll have you know I'm prepared to face off against you, body to body." Fuck, that sounded so inappropriate, but you know what I mean. I have no problem using all my body parts, like my fists and legs, to pound some sense into the Vulture, or if I'm lucky, kill him...

He didn't say anything. Instead, he just stood there, studying me. 

It was quite creepy.

"I know you've been going around killing people," I seethed. I'm not sure if he has but I'm still gonna accuse him. There's a 50% chance he's The Vulture, and a 50% chance he's not.

His demonic smile only went wider.

"You aren't even going to try denying it?" I questioned.

"Why should I?" He smirked. "You're right, I've been going on a killing spree. But can you blame me? It's so thrilling dismembering humans. God-oh, the irony, their screams make the whole experience worth it."

I stared at him, disgusted.

The way he's talking about human beings, as if they're nothing, not even deserving of life...

It's downright despicable.

"And I'm guessing you're a flesh eating demon, too."

"Spot on," he winked. "Having a little reckless fun, even if it's chopping up people into pieces, really does drive me wild, doll."

My glare became more vicious.

"I haven't just been killing people purely for my own amusement, though," He continued, his face never losing that smug smile, "you'd be surprised at the sheer amount of people willing to sell their souls to me, just to see their enemies dead."

"Yet you failed to kill me, you disgraceful idiot," I informed him, flatly. Idiotic, disturbed hoe.

He simply chuckled.

"You see, my dear Raven, that's because you're my favorite. My precious little human who I can't bring myself to quite kill but I have no problem torturing if need be." He announced, with an eerie, unsettling grin. "Sweetheart, you're so damn smart, it really would be a shame to let that brain of yours go to waste."

I shuddered.

It seems like the Vulture researched me....heck, he may have even been stalking me this whole time, while my sexy ass was so unaware.

"Listen up you no-good demon punk, soon, you won't be having any favorites." 'Cause you'll be finito.

I charged at him, ready to sucker punch him in his fucking vile face.

However, he swiftly dodged my attack and suddenly grabbed me, spinning me around and slamming me into the wall with such intense force that it shook the entire room.