+++ Daydreams +++

| Fourteen |

Incubus' POV

I begin walking with long, confident steps. I knew where the sidewalk was. All I had to do was get on it, and then we could be well on our way to obliterating some humans. This was going to be a great night.

With my head held high, I walked through the darkness as Starlight trailed behind, seeming worried and nervous. Well, he should be.

"What?" I snap. I was always getting frustrated at him, but that's because he was ruining my vibe.

"Don't...don't go crazy." He said quietly. I turned my gaze toward him, scrutinizing him. Ugh, I wouldn't be able to have any fun with him around.

"Do me a favour Starlight," I yell over my shoulder as I continue to walk. "Leave. I can handle this."

"You don't even know where these people are!" He yells back. I can hear his heavy footsteps as he jogs to catch up with me. "And there's no way in Hell, I'm letting you 'handle' this by yourself. I know you, Incubus."

"Then shut up." I reply emotionlessly. "And let me, do me."

"You doing you is murdering everything around you. And then painting the walls with blood as if you're an interior designer - which you defiantly aren't." Starlight says as he looks at me. His breathing is as heavy as his footfalls. He's getting old.

"I thought we had to get rid of them." I said. It wasn't a question, but I did want an answer.

"Yes. But not...murder them." Starlight replied, thinking through his words.

"I don't understand." I replied calmly. "Isn't getting 'rid of', getting...rid of?"

"No, Incubus. Not always." Starlight sighed as if he was trying to explain something to a stubborn child. In a way, I guess he was. "In this case, getting 'rid of' does not mean killing. It means...putting them away."

"So..." I wondered. I still didn't understand.

"So, we'll go to them, trash them - a little - and then lol them somewhere where they can't summon lowly demons that are willing to do anything, sacrifice innocents, or 'bother' Him anymore." He explained.

"So we're kidnapping them."

"...Yes." He replied hesitantly. "And...if I notice that you go overboard, then I will have no choice but to expel you from this...this 'mission'."

"Perfectly understood, Starlight, my man." I said, clapping him on the shoulder and then beginning to walk again. "So, where are these...miscreants?"

"This way." He replied, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. The opposite way I was walking. With a content sigh, I strolled over to him and walked beside him. He talked through the whole walk, never shutting his pothole and telling me about 'this', and about 'that'. As if I cared.

"Is this it?" I cut into his sentence. He looked confused or a moment before he looked up at the rundown red-brick building. There was a pink fluorescent sign that said: BEER. It was the very first building we happened upon after walking along the empty stretch of road. He blinked at its worn facade.

"...Yeah." He affirmed after a long moment of hesitation. "I'm sure this is where...they hold their, er, meetings."

"Humph. Looks like a shït-hole." I muttered under my breath. "But, then again, I doubt these people have high standards."

"Can't you sense it?" Starlight suddenly asked, his voice taking on a almost awe-like tone. He sounded as if he was excited - well so was I - but also as if he was a little kid seeing the stars for the first time.