Avenging Angel (Split Fan-Fic AU)

Chapter 4 - The Unexpected

Finally finishing a long day of work, dropping off the van at the warehouse locking everything up for the night. Slamming the gates shut leaving only the loud sounds of clanking metal behind. Putting the keys on the boss's desks, he finally escaped the building. Walking to his car parked down the street. He unlocked the trunk and threw his bags of tools and other belongings in the back, tying everything tightly together in place. Slamming his trunk making his way into his car getting ready to take off. He started to drive making his way back home. He thought it was funny, in an ironic way having his last drop off being to fix someone's pipe, was that young girl. She lived right next story to him, what in the odds of that happening, he thought to himself. He didn't want to go and think too much about it though, Dennis has an act for thinking many things.

Coming up his street he parked in his small driveway. It was only good for a decent sized car. Thankfully his car was small enough and could fit in tight places. Putting the car in park he opened the door to exit out and headed for his trunk.

Off in the distance he could hear an engine working really hard. Looking up for a moment to see an old rusty white pickup truck speeding down the street coming his way. He was drawn back to what he was doing, grabbing his leather strap on bag he placed it over his shoulders. The truck pulled in the driveway next to him, that must be the guardian he thought. Hearing the loud country music blast throughout the car, soon it shut off completely. He could hear the door squeak open and then slam shut.

Dennis closed his trunk as well not even bothering to look over once. Walking up onto his creaky porch removing the screen door and inserting the key inside. He was finally in the house, walking upstairs to his room to go change and take a shower. Laying his leather bag on the bed he opened it taking out his binder and a few labeled folders. Opening the folders was images he held in his hands, neatly placing them close together all over the bed. Each picture was in black and white, with absolutely no color on any of them. They consisted of writing on the back of each one with important information.

"Did you have any trouble?" someone came into the light.

"No." He said in a daemonic tone.

"Just think, with this we will show the world who we truly are."

"Will he come? "He asked feeling a bit uncertain.

"Do not lose faith Dennis. He will protect us, when we give him the impure to feast upon." They both stared down at the photographs.

"Look at them, they have never suffered a day in their lives, they do not know the meaning of pain."

Dennis said nothing, but stared at the images, studying each one deeply.

"Have you decided?"

"No." He said knowing he had to pick at least two by now.

"But I do think, I know who to choose." He said narrowing his brows together tightly.

"You must be sure Dennis. But I have my faith in you of course."

Dennis picked up two photos from the bed in each hand. He examined them both carefully taking in every detail. His thoughts started to wonder again, thinking of the unthinkable. He had to snap out of it, he was doing this for a reason.

"These two." He said placing them back down.

"Claire and Marcia. These two have never suffered a day in their lives, and soon. They will." His tone was low.

"Excellent work Dennis. What would we do without you?"

"Thank you, Patricia." He said with a deep voice.