Demon Hunter [COMPLETE]

Chapter 43 - Bonded To A Bastard

*Raven's P.O.V*

"Don't call her that!" Elliot hissed, furiously.

He went in for another fatal attack however Marcus blocked it.

"Skill issue," he said, smirking, looking directly into Elliot's eyes as if reading his soul and attempting to locate all of his weaknesses starting from when he was a baby.

Fucker!

He then took his dagger and rammed it right into Elliot's shoulder repeatedly, until Elliot managed to fling him a few feet away.

Marcus landed on his should-be chopped off feet.

"Ah," Elliot groaned in agony, holding onto his damaged shoulder. He steadied himself against a pillar and began slumping down.

"Elliot!" Worried, I ran on over to him. "Are you alright?"

"'Elliot, are you alright?'" Marcus mocked. "Are you blind, bitch? Don't ya see the blood leaking everywhere?"

I glared at him.

"I'm not blind, you useless, uncivilized bastard, but you might be once I gouge out your eyes."

I thought about charging at him but unfortunately, as much as I hate to admit it, he's not only strong, but pretty experienced. Ugh, I can't be a hotheaded bitch and cause my own demise.

"What are you even doing here, in the first place?!" I shouted, frustrated by the very sight of him. 

"I came to talk," he said, cleaning his bloodied dagger with his bare fingers. "So if you wanna avoid all this fighting and bloodshed, it'll be in your best interest to hear me out."

"OK, fine, talk," I informed him. "But make it quick. Every second I spent talking and listening to you is one second closer to my death."

"Demanding little thing, aren't you?" He chuckled. "I want us to talk, but alone."

"No way," Elliot gasped, "she's not going anywhere with you. Who knows what you're planning to do to her. I know how lust crazed you unholy demons can be---"

"Relax, I won't do anything of that nature, not unless she begs me, too," Marcus interrupted, winking at me.

"I'd rather be a pure, goody-two shoes that prays in her sleep for the rest of her life than let you touch me," I snarled at him. I turned to face Elliot who now removed his jacket and began to wrap it around his injured shoulder.

Elliot took a deep breath, "Look Rave, if you wanna hear him out, you can. But if you need my aid, call my name. I'll try my best to help you against that cruel monster despite his fighting style being on difficulty mode."

Don't worry Elliot, difficulty mode can be beat.

I nodded.

I spun around to look disgustedly at the atrocious thing in front of me.

"Fine, you wanna talk, let's talk. We'll take this conversation outside of MY office."

"Sounds perfect." He held out his hand for me to grab it.

I didn't.

Partially because he's a dick, and partially because he used it to clean the blood off his dagger. Like EW!

His smile faltered for about a second or so before it became wide again.

I let him lead me out of the office.

The time that he spends talking to me about whatever the hell he has on his mind is also time that I can spend zoning him out and strategizing ways to bring him down in an efficient manner.