The Demons Lost Mark.

~: 2 :~

Strangers POV

I walk down my basement steps and sit down in a chair next to the table. With my head in my hands I heave a sigh of defeat and lean back.

"Damn it. Damn it damn it DAMN IT!" I yell as I flip the table over. (Which is no easy task considering my 'tools' are on it and it weighs about 45lbs alone) "Why can't I find you?! How in the hell can you hide? The others on the list were easy! Enter the dream, find the location, do my job and leave. Simple! But you.. I don't even have a name much less anything else. Three years you've evaded me, and how?" I paced my torture room back and fourth getting furious with every statement. I stop when I hear a knock on my door. I dismiss it as the wind and continue ranting to myself. I hear another knock a few minuets later and decide to check it out.

I peek out the window to see her. Standing there with her arms crossed tapping her foot. "A little impatient are we?" I chuckled to myself. I can't clearly see her face with how dark it is outside. Makes me miss home. My real home, Raspy hill with my spacious mansion and all the weapons in existence.

She stands there a little longer and turns to walk off, the moon hits her face just right and I almost passed out from shock.

"Could it be? Is it you?" I think to myself and shake my head "No of course not i'm just getting desperate." I turn and walk away from the door but something made me turn around and open the door. I shout out a "Hey! Wait!" and she turns around.

My heart stopped and my eyes widened.

It was her!

All this time waiting and searching and here she is knocking on my door!

I was filled with excitement and rage and just every emotion all at once as she walked back to me.

"Oh Hi, I didn't mean to disturb you but my truck has run out of gas and I was wondering if maybe you've got any to spare? I can pay you for it. I just need enough to get home."

Dallas' POV

As I said that I saw this man standing in front of me. Tall, with a jawline that could cut ice, his hair was poofy and a deep red and the sides were black. His eyes looked black as night, whoa wait his eyes are black? No I must be seeing things. I'm tired whatever. I couldn't stop staring at his eyes though they were something you could get lost in.

When I came back to reality I saw him staring down at me with this lost look. I hadn't realized that he hadn't answered but when he did his voice was deep and gruff. Some words trailed off into a slight growl it seemed. "Whoa calm down you're not that desperate yet Dallas." I thought to myself with a chuckle.

(I didn't want to have this show up in another chapter for Dallas' description of our stranger. Who cant be a stranger to some but Dallas has no idea what shes gotten into :) )

Strangers POV

Her voice was soft, nothing like I've heard before. Her long dark brown hair with blood red ends was amazing, and her eyes, a deep hazel color, were just mesmerizing. "Wait whoa 'mesmerizing'? What the hell man no just no" I thought to myself.

I forgot she was waiting on an answer when I looked up to see a dazed and confused look on her face.

"Oh yes I have a gallon or two around here somewhere. Wait here and I'll go get them from the back."

I practically slammed the door in her face and ran down to the basement, grabbed a knife, some chloroform and a cloth.. "Wait! I cant just take her now, I've gotta figure out how she evaded me.."

I grab the gasoline and walk back upstairs to the door, shes still waiting there patiently. I open the door and she sighs.

"Oh my goodness thank you so much! You are a life saver! After the day I've had I was hoping I wouldn't have to walk the rest of the way."

"Oh it's not problem at all, these are pretty heavy how about I carry them to your truck for you. Don't want you to get tuckered out before you're home free right?"

"Oh.. umm."

She was hesitant.. damn it you were to fast to be helpful. There goes any chance you had.

"Alright, you can carry them. I can at least carry one i'm not exactly helpless you know."

I was a little surprised at her answer. How can she be this stupid? To let a total stranger who lives in a old wooden house in the middle of no where help her to her truck? Well she was desperate to get home and wasn't this the answer you wanted?

She picked up one of the gas cans and I followed her to her truck, it wasn't that far from my house but i'm surprised she even walked this far.

We poured the gas into her truck, she tried to pay me for them but I wouldn't accept.

Her showing up at my door was payment enough.

She stuck out her hand and I accepted it "Thank you sir for the gas again I appreciate it." she said shaking my hand.

I nodded and watched her climb into her truck and drive down the road.

Little did she know that handshake told me most of what I needed to know.

Oh Dallas how I've waited for you, and now I can finally have you.