Blood Ink

Chapter Nine

                       •Issei•

Hotels in my opinion, always had that strange shitty elementary school smell. That one familiar scent, that brought on a sickening nostalgic feeling no one really wanted. It usually reeked of chemical cleaners, spoiled milk, and poorly cooked food. The stink would echo endlessly, only to be welcomed by the smell of cheap fabric softener when entering your hotel room. I stared down at the queen sized bed, littered with an assortment of different weapons. A sharp clear curved glass silver infused machete that gleamed against the artificial light shining from the bedside reading lamp. A wooden stake dipped in gold was placed on the floor against the wall. A pouch full of different sized throwing knives was sprawled out in the open. A bag with a zipper, filled with darts that contained mixtures that injected certain things, when coming into contact with specific signatures of skin. My list of potential targets was sprawled out on the table, next to a pile of newspaper clippings. The discarded generic white comforter, was on the ground across the room. The green carpet and maroon colored curtains clashing horribly against each other, in this cheaply decorated mundane building. Rock salt bullets, silver bullets, regular bullets of all shapes and sizes were packed into small boxes. My black torn up duffle bag  was tossed aside on the ground.
I stretched and picked out thirteen specific knives I could conceal with any choice of clothing and four or five miniature hand guns and a few rounds, of bullets.  The dim lighting of my laptop on the vacant desk in the room beeped. A new email notification I'd get around to reading much later. In my experiences, and intel there were more than a few things to deal with in this area. I shook out my hair from the quick shower I had taken, due to getting covered in slime by this animalistic slug like creature.  I discarded my burned and ruined dark blue hoodie in a nearby trashcan. The fucking slime reacted as a kind of acid after a few moments of contact. It had caused me to strip down in the middle of a fight, which fueled some unrequited anger I'd buried inside myself. I loaded a new clip into my guns, and slid on my over sized black hoodie, which were paired with basic denim jeans, and an old torn up pair of converse. I picked up all the knives and slid them back into the duffle bags and left the 'do not disturb' sign on the door. I didn't need another awkward run in with housekeeping. My encounters with nosey maids had been one unlucky few to too many. Mundanes, annoyed me with how they enjoyed -prided themselves even-  with going through another persons belongings.

I hid my weapons, and plugged in some earbuds. It was the perfect way to avoid unnecessary chatter from outsiders. The newspaper clippings didn't give me an exact location of where to start my hunt. They did give me a general area for starters. This hunt would be no different than any other, and normally they began with a stroll around the city. Most others, had their own habitual ways of going about killing the supernatural. I usually took it slow, and enjoyed the scenery before getting myself mixed into a hunt that could end in either success or failure. I avoided eye contact with the crowds I blended into. My presence was never one to attract much attention anyway. I went to the most habitual of places I could think of, to see what I could find.

First pit stop, was a shopping mall. They were usually ideal feeding grounds for succubi and or incubus. Some of the rookie beginners, normally would be found there alone trying to attract their very first human 'lover'. It was some sort of traditional hunting ground for them, and most of them were attractive to the human eye.
Most humans, usually picture a female when thinking of the term succubus. A woman with the perfect breast size, and ass and curves in all the right places.
Unfortunately, there were more males in the trade of their species than there are women. The male incubus to female succubus ratio is about nine to one. Females are usually extremely territorial about their feeding grounds, and stronger than most average males.
They are also rather high maintenance, and a royal pain in the ass to kill. Seeing that they have a specific bred in charm that develops allowing them to bewitch any male of their choosing.
So ironically, most attractive somehow available successful 'men' women casually meet as if it were 'fate' at a shopping mall, tend to be a a variety of specimen from succubus family tree.