Demon Hunter

Chapter 2 - Save Me Honey

Anything to help my father would make me a very happy woman.

"One of my acquaintances is willing to help me. If I give you the address, may you visit him? He'll have a ton of cash waiting for you."

"Dad, don't worry, I can get the money on my own." I told him, confident.

"Sweetie---"

"But I'll go." I quickly said. "Just letting you know that I could pay for your treatment without help. I'll visit him for you, though."

"Thank you, darling, you're the greatest."

"Greater than mom?"

"No, she was greater than you," father chuckled. "But you're second."

Ouch, my own father just burned me.

But I probably shouldn't have asked such a stupid question.

I got up, moving my father's black hair out of the way and kissing his forehead. He had raven black hair like me.

I love my dad and I'd do anything for him. I'm not the only one who'd be willing to get hurt trying to help someone close to me.

For family that you adore, you'd risk your life.

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I drove in my Ford Mustang towards the address dad had given me. It looked as though it'd rain any minute with so many gray clouds in the sky, so just in case, I kept my hood up. My windows, on the other hand weren't going to be kept closed.

I rolled them down as I sped up, letting a rush of air fill my gorgeous face. Yeah, I'm self-confident. I love how I look. Since my hair was in a bun, it didn't flow crazily, just a few strands were blowing.

I turned on the radio as I heard yet again of the murderer causing fear for people in my city. While there are some good things to do where I live, overall, it's a pretty dangerous environment.

We rarely get any sunshine here in Crow City. It's a Gothic looking city with large citadels, vast forests, and underground sewer systems that house the largest parties where all the elite go. Crow City is a place in Creep Stone that gets its reputation for being the scariest city in our state. I can understand why, with there being a lot of cold blooded murders and axes being the weapon of choice for most of these bastards. Probably the worst case we've seen and continue to see in Crow City is the attack of the Vulture. That's what the tabloids nicknamed him or her. This asshole carries a surgical knife that they use to carve out shapes in the victims' bodies and then take out their heart leaving trails of blood everywhere. Although they do their work smoothly since they haven't been caught yet and they're good at covering up their trail. Crow City has gotten police from other cities involved so this moron is caught. A part of me is puzzled though; surely if this dickhead is human, they'd be caught already? But they're still roaming free. Free and safe from going behind the cold bars of Crow City's rusty jails. Rusty or not, boy do they hold criminals well. We've only had one jackass escape and that was a lunatic named Jerry. Jerry was caught though and since he refused to go back to prison, they shot him to death. It received a lot of coverage with mayor Victor covering it frequently.

The radio buzzed to life with news: "Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be getting rain today and an update on the Vulture. This mad man has found its latest victim at the docks. The bar tender's wife was found on the boat-or should we say parts of her were found scattered on the boat. It first started when a local spotted an arm sticking out of a box---"

I quickly switched the radio to a music playing station.

Yeah, I'll let the detectives deal with that.

As I arrived at the destination-13 Old Frost Street, it started pouring rain like crazy.

Thank goodness I brought a yellow raincoat. Putting it over my blue blouse and grabbing my barbie themed umbrella, I ran to the house's porch. The house was old, large, and white with a green roof-top that had black birds perched on it almost as if they were monitoring the activity of passerby's. The house also had scarlet painted criss-crosses with wilted vines through it and could very well pass for a mansion.

I knocked on the stone door and anxiously waited.

After a few minutes, the door flew open and I came face to face with a buff man who had spiky anime looking hair. I shall call him Buff dude.

"Come in," he said, gruffly.

I followed him into the house and---geez louise, the whole place was so very creepy and ugly. The wallpaper attached to the walls was peeled, leaving behind an atrocious dirty wall, old stuff was cluttered everywhere from ripped teddy bears to expired chocolate and there were claw marks on the wooden floor. Everything was so messy and led me to conclude that whoever lives here doesn't give a damn about taking care of their property. They really let it go...

I decided to lighten the chilling atmosphere with a giggle and then an ice breaker.

"Holy icecream double fudge cake, I made it here in one piece with my reckless driving."

"Shut up, you optimistic fool." Buff dude growled.

Damn, what crawled up his muscles? Inflatable anger air?

"Sheesh, no need to be rude," I threw my hands up in front of my chest. I glanced at him. He was wearing a white ripped shirt with blue jeans, with not even a drop of rain on him.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

Buff dude laughed darkly as a man came out from behind him. He was dressed in a purple business suit and also had anime hair, except he was skinnier and...looked less angry.

"I'm Berry," the purple business suited man declared, bowing. "And that's my right hand man Egg-beater."

"So, your name is Berry like the cherries?" I joked.

"Do you mean like blood soaked cherries dipped in contaminated water? Then yes." Berry said this line a little too excitingly, licking his lips.

Gross.

"And what did Egg-beater do to get such a shameful name?" I questioned.

"Don't insult my name Mary Poppins," Egg-beater fumed. "Or I'll beat you like I do with eggs."

I rolled my eyes. So freaking predictable.

"Anyway, I didn't come here to chitchat about pleasantries." He raised an eyebrow. "You're coming with me Raven Rouge."

"For what? A mini stroll?" I said jokingly but my heart was racing and I swear I felt a sob catch in my throat.

"No." He said coldly as a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

"Forever. You see, you pathetic little bird, I'm kidnapping you."

Oh my...

F*ck.