Demon Hunter

Chapter 3- I Bite Part One

"The hell you ain't kidnapping me, you old fashioned creepy obsessive freaky prick," I snapped baring my pearly white teeth at him like a vampire flashes its fangs covered in human blood.

Berry laughed darkly.

"You silly little," he paused shortly as he said that word, glancing up and down and taking in my tall figure. "Girl" he continued. "Do you really think you have a choice in this matter? You'll do as I say forever and you'll do so without hesitation."

Ugh. I have this strong urge to take off my yellow raincoat and strangle him with it.

"This is just too eerie and fast," I mumbled. "Why the heck are you doing this, you moronic twit?" I spat the last two words with so much venom that Berry actually jumped back a little, startled from the harshness of my tone. But he quickly re-gained his composure like a villain does after they've been knocked out in battle.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this darling." But when I looked into his dark green eyes, I didn't see any hint of remorse. Just amusement. The b*stard.

"You're not sorry at all, you demon." I shouted with intense force.

His disgusting green jewels widened as he took in what I said.

"In fact," I continued, my voice not once wavering, "someone ought to squish you like a sack of expired berries and send you out with the trash."

Berry crossed his arms, glaring at me.

Despite my temper rising, I felt at unease and unsafe around him. There was tons of negative auras coming from his direction. It's like I could feel his life force and it was very unsettling.

"You see my dear Raven," Berry said, "this wasn't my doing. Your precious little father needed money so badly for his treatment that he was willing to sell you like someone sells cupcakes in a bakery."

I felt anger boil up inside of me.

"My father wouldn't do such a thing." I said sharply, exploding.

Berry cocked an eyebrow. "Would he really not? He led you here, did he not?"

I balled up my fists, holding back sobs from escaping. Father couldn't, he just wouldn't---

Berry, the fool, broke my train of thought.

"Here," he said, handing me his shiny black phone. "Just talk to your father and you'll see."

I reached for his phone, hesitating.

"Don't worry, it's not like I implanted a bomb in the phone." Berry said with an ugly smile but after seeing my expression, he quickly added. "That was just a joke."

What a dark humor this sicko has but then again, what did I expect?

He's a freaking psycho.

I grabbed the phone and pressed it against my ear, which had a small golden hoop pierced through it.

I could hear my father's breathing. Or at I least I think it's him. My normally olive complexion went pale as I felt the color drain from my face, expecting the absolute worse.

"D-d-dad?" I said, nervously.

There was no response for a few seconds as I heard only heavy breathing.

Getting annoyed, I quickly shouted into the phone, "Listen you perv, I don't have time for your annoying heavy breathing, either talk you jackass or I'm hanging up." Creep. Obviously this man wasn't my father. He just wasted over five seconds, breathing only. What a shitty donkey, what a---

"Raven," at last, I heard the voice and to my dread, it sounded a lot like my father. The fear of it being him and selling me came back...and I told him I could raise money for him, I was willing to get money somehow to help him, on my own. Why would he do this, then? I don't think I could handle my father, my protector and my shining light, betraying me like that...

"I did sell you." Father said and I could instantly feel the shame in his voice. The coward was over a hundred feet away from where I was so there was no way I could strangle him. In fact, if he was here right now, I'd think he'd die from me strangling him as opposed to disease.

"Why?" I demanded. I could feel tears form in my eyes. I wanted to cry badly but Berry and Egg-beater were watching me intently, so I held them in. Show no weakness in front of evil imbeciles.

"I'll tell you." he said quietly. "I'll tell you the story."

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*Flashback*

*The father's P.O.V*

I coughed as I laid in my hospital bed weakly. F*ck, I really needed a cigar, I was beginning to miss the stench of smoke. But this damn hospital had a no-smoking policy.

A red-headed nurse, who appeared to be in her late thirties, walked in, checking to make sure I was doing well.

Boy, was she a babe. I wanted to whistle at her but decided that I'd wait until I got better to take her out for dinner. She could never replace the woman of my dreams but at least I could have her for comfort.

"Need anything, sir?" she asked.

Yes, your lips on mine. I thought. Blushing, I told her I needed nothing. Her name was Beverly. Beverly took the tray of food from my table where my half-eaten food was on. I tried my best to eat it all but hospital food leaves this bad taste in your mouth.

After a few minutes of staring up at the ceiling, I could hear someone shuffling in to my room. Their boots made a squeaky noise and they were hiccuping.

To my delight, it was my friend Harold. Harry, for short. Harry had short, golden locks and he wore his son's jock clothing. Yes, his son was some big hot shot at school and in an attempt to copy his son's suave personality, Harry would take some of his popular clothes to wear so he could look smooth to the ladies. Unfortunately for Harry, while his son had ladies' hearts melting, the women in close contact with Harry slapped him, telling him, they'd rather be in a relationship with a burning building then him. Despite over a hundred rejections, Harry remains cheery. At least on the surface. He's probably seething with intense hatred on the inside...

"Hey, my amigo," Harry said, taking my used glass of water and drowning it in one go in order to get rid of his hiccups. "Have you thought of how you're gonna pay for the treatment?"

"If you'd like, I can sell my son." Harry continued, joking. Then, Harry's jaws clenched afterwards. "God, how I hate my son, he's my competition when it comes to women."

It was at the tip of my tongue to say that Harry shouldn't be considering his own flesh and blood his competition, particularly not his own son who was many years younger than him. But I kept quiet on this matter.

After a few minutes of silent glances full of a wide range of expressions, I sighed. "Maybe I should just rob a damn bank or get my daughter involved in criminal activity."