Alyster Greymare: Demon of the Night

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Alyster looked through the dusty rot covered window, he saw Mrs Freta from across the street, slowly but merrily walking down the street with her handbag slooping off her shoulder. She was an old woman; fragile and antique.

Alyster watched her hobble across the cobblestone street, he saw an oncoming car but she didn't sadly. That's what made him laugh the most. Seeing her taken away by the ambulance. He smiled and plummeted onto his jet black leather recliner and gave a huge sigh then merrily said "Her time was up."

Feeling bored, Alyster got up and walked to the stairs, he looked down the flight of stairs, looking at the intricate detail set in the soft oak wood, yet he clambered upon the bannister and slid down it like a five year old. He dropped onto the landing with a thud. He could feel the floorboards shake and quiver, yet he didn't care.

He strod up to the gargantuas green mahagony door sizing it up as if it were a playground bully. He finally decided (after 20 long minutes) to open said door.

Alyster inspected the gloomy street with a certain desire on his face, he inhaled the fresh tarmac and literally vomited onto the steps, he hates the smell of fresh tarmac in the morning. Alas this slight vomit was not going to ruin his day.

Alyster wiped his vomitrious mouth and screamed from atop his lungs "GOOD MORNING EVERYONE!" to which replied no one.

Alyster sensed a certain threat invading his aura bubble and immediately jerked his head to the left to see the rare bald headed snake commonly known as 'Steve the Postie'. Steve stared at Alyster, looking into his soul with an unbreakable stare,he walked quickly and angrily toward Alyster whilst shoving innocent bystanders out the way.

As Steve strode up the stairs to the front door to give Alyster his paper, he sadly did not notice the putrid pool of vomit laying on the first three steps unto the stairs.

Steven took his first step without knowing and instantly slipped on the vomit while trying to hand the daily paper over to Alyster. Alyster broke up in a fit of laughter, his ribs were violently shaking and he couldn't breathe, for the man he hates the most, had just slipped on a pile of puke, he just had to laugh.

"Oi , could ya' give us a 'and?!" exclaimed Steve, with a heavy Scottish accent.

"Nah, prefer not to get all smelly and wet" smiled Alyster, wiping away a tear of joy.

"Ye little gob shite, I'm gonna' fu-", just as Steve was going to end his abuse on Alyster, a massive fireball erupted out of a small house at the end of the street.

"Doctor Bones" whispered Alyster under his breath.

Steve used this miraculous distraction to throw the first punch. His fist was clenched and his anger fueled him, his knuckle connected with Alyster's cheek bone which caused him to stumble sidewards with a cut across his cheek. Alyster loved a fight, especially street fights. Alyster, threw his foot into Steve's jaw which made a huge snap causing Steve to tumble down the vomit layered steps again.

Steve was broken. His jaw was hanging off his face and blood was pouring out of his mouth. Alyster gingerly walked down the stairs to the hard cold pavement, he looked down at Steve and grinned, "Good luck with the jaw."

Alyster whacked out his phone and called an amubulance for Steve the Postie. As Steve was writhing about on the floor, clutching his mouth and screaming, Alyster noticed a snakehead tattoo emerging out of Steven's sleeve. He bent down and ripped open the Postman's sleeve to reveal a two headed snake laying underneath a golden sun. 

"Don't move!" grinned Alyster as he clambered up the vomit stained stairs and ran into his mountainous green door slamming it close behind him.