Living The Dream (Nightmares are dreams too)

Red and Bloody

The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was horrible. Even worse than what I had gotten a whiff of before. The second thing I noticed was the surrounding. Dirty walls, chains, a pole in the middle of the room, the girl hanging there, chained up, naked, bleeding, almost unconscious, a wooden table with sharp tools, a camera that I had knocked over with the flying debris of the wall and the masked guy, whirling around. In a swift motion, I unsheathed a knife and let it fly. It hit the guy in the stomach. I could see his eyes bulge out of his skull, hear his heart skip a beat just to start hammering at double speed, smell the adrenaline shooting into his veins.
I didn't miss a beat, smudged the bloody symbols on the ground, destroying the rite. "What have you done?!", his voice was high pitched. I leaped at him at inhuman speed and landed a high kick right against his cheekbone. I heard skin rip open and smelled another wave of blood. I landed right next to him. "W-what are you?" I looked at the symbols on the ground. "You tried to summon a demon. You can't handle one." I turned towards him, horns growing, nails sharpening, eyes glowing and wings scraping against the ceiling. His lip started to tremble, leaking blood. I bent down to him. He tried to shuffle back but I already had my hands on the knife in his stomach. "Well, I guess this is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Do you have any last words before you die?" He opened his hand towards me and a blinding light shot towards me. "You little son of a witch!", I screamed, now blind, lashing at him in fury. He was out of reach. I closed my eyes and breathed in. I could smell him. There he was, limping towards the door. I whirled around and hurled the knife I still held at his skull. I could hear the crack, as metal broke through bone. Then a loud thud, as the wizard hit the floor. No more movement. Only the short, hectic breathing of the girl.

"Yes. I need the cleanup team. Yeah, one casualty and a victim. Tried to summon a demon. Yes, I stopped it. No, noone noticed. Great, see ya.", I hung up. I blinked to get the last blind spots out of my sight. The air was heavy with blood. I could feel something inside of me rage against my calm surface. My inner demons. They wanted to taste, to feel how sticky it would be, to smell, inhale and never ever let it go. It was pure extacy for a part of me, pure anguish for another. I let out a shuddering breath.  I would not loose control. I stormed out of the room. My lungs ached for fresh air. I tripped over something and almost fell. A book. A spell book. I picked it up and took it with me. A bell rang. The doorbell. Right. Open the door. Get out of here. Move! The demons! Too close! The blood. So... much... blood...
Door is open. GET OUT!