December's Day

Possesion & Plans

Stranger hissed under his breath as he stalked through the forest, following the scent of December's blood. He had tunnel vision, only seeing what his demon allowed. He pushed at the mental barrier that he couldn't break. Someone is blocking him from taking control back.

The sharp smell of sugar filled his nose, disorienting the demon. Stranger pushed at the weak spot he discovered and shouted at his demon.

What? The demon barked at him in its cold, unfeeling voice.

You know what.

No! You couldn't keep me back, now I'm free.

But December doesn't trust you!

She will, she has to.

With that, Stranger was promptly ignored and his vision cut off.

Rustles came from their right and Stranger attempted to regain vision, to no avail.

Right!

I know!

"The hunter." A female voice sneered. "Just couldn't stay in control, could you?"

"December." The demon said, his fangs bared.

"Dead."

Stranger threw himself at his mental jail cell, desperate for more information.

"She can't be."

"Really? Such a weak thing. So fragile." A harsh laugh came from her. "I loved feeling her neck snap and her muscles tear. I have her head above my mantle."

This stunned the demon long enough to sink back to the back of Stranger's mind, leaving an empty shell of a hunter.

Let me out! Stranger cried out, reaching toward his demon.

All he got was an empty feeling.

"Turbine! What is wrong with him?" A tentative male voice approached him.

"His demon was in control. I....shocked him. Don't know why the hunter isn't back yet." Stranger could imagine her shrugging her shoulders.

"We should get him back. Master wants to see him. Apparently December has a relationship with him."

"Seriously? That's rich. The hunter fell for the hunted."

"Poetic." The male's voice was flat.

"Danke."

"Welcome."

"Well, let's get going. Something big is going to happen, can't you just taste the tension in the air around camp? Delicious." The female purred, wrapping her hands around Stranger's right arm, lifting him.

"I prefer the anxiousness. Bittersweet." The male responded, lifting Stranger's left side.

"Well said, brother."

If Stranger could feel it, the air would have nipped at him.

What the hell is happening?

December's day is done. Night has come.