Demon Hunter

Chapter 15- Sleepy

Elliot bolted to the door, grabbing a...bottle of toothpaste?! Oh, for crying out loud, what's he going to do? Squirt the fool in the mouth until their breath improves???

I followed close behind him with a vase.

He swung the door open as my heart rate accelerated. Maybe it's the vulture----

Mr. Sweetener stood in front of us, in his ducky patterned pajamas.

"Thank goodness you opened up you sicko." He seemed irritated.

I giggled.

"What's so funny?" He shot.

"Your PJ's dude."

"You can laugh at my PJs, while I laugh at your bank account." He held his white fur coat closer to him, shivering. "Well, are you morons just going to stand there or let me in?"

What is he, a vampire, needing to be invited in?

Wait-he could be! After seeing demons, I can now conclude anything is possible. And Mr. Sweetener is usually a man who just barges into rooms. 

"You can---"I jabbed Elliot in the elbow from finishing that line. This possible vamp can sleep outside in the park on a bench or somewhere else like at a graveyard. "Sorry Sweetener, you can't come in."

He furrowed his eyebrows in anger and then walked in. OK, so he's not a vampire. He's gotta be some type of supernatural creature though.

"I just did, Miss. Rouge, and both of you will be OK with it if you wanna keep your dang jobs." 

I glared at him. 

"What brings you here, anyways?" Elliot asked.

"Mr. Woods, normally I would say it's none of your business but I need to vent and let my feelings out, as my anger issues therapist always says. I cheated on my wife. In front of her. Well, I didn't know it was her. On some nights, I go to this secret bar where I dance with many fine ladies and she got suspicious so she followed me. When she saw me kiss a sexy girl, she strangled me instead of the woman. How odd."

"Umm, you're kidding, right? You deserved the strangle, 100%."

"Miss. Rouge, let me finish. Then, she kicked me out of our home for a few days so now I need a place to crash and I decided to pick one of my employees. Your place was actually my first choice. But Mr. Woods, yours will do."

"My place?" I mumbled to myself however the boss heard.

"Yes, your place. I drove all the way there but then I saw men in black swarming your house. I got scared so I backed up and drove out of there. Are you in some cult, lady?" Mr. Sweetener added the last part. He almost sounded...terrified. 

Elliot appeared nervous as well and I didn't say anything.

"Right, well, I call the bed," Mr. Sweetener sing-song-ed. 

I stared at him in disbelief but like a giddy child, he ran to the bed and jumped right into it. We followed him and when we saw him, he looked like he always did. Angry.

"What's wrong? If you're going to tell me the bed is small----" Elliot began but Mr. Sweetener cut him off harshly.

"It's not the bed. Where's the night lamp?"

"I don't sleep with one anymore." Elliot answered. "I grew up."

Mr. Sweetener glared at the ceiling in annoyance. "Great, this is going to be a troublesome sleep. You can leave the light on in here."

"No can do, it adds to the electricity bill." 

Mr. Sweetener sighed. "Just leave then and let me get my beauty rest in darkness where monsters may be..."

It was at the tip of my tongue to tell boss he didn't need to worry about monsters. After all, he is one.

Elliot and I walked into the living room. 

"So you can take the sofa and I'll take the floor." Elliot looked troubled.

"Fine by me." He said it, not me, so no need to worry about feeling guilty.

As I laid on the couch, I glanced over at him.

He walked over to the window and just stared.

"Hey, it's literally so late, aren't you the least bit tired?" I questioned him.

SNORE!

For a second, I became shocked by the sound but then I rolled my eyes, frustrated.

Great, I'll have to put up with angry baby Sweetener's snores all night. 

I guess it wouldn't hurt to quickly look for some tape and shut his mouth closed. As I was about to get up to do just that, my friend let out a deep breath.

"How can I sleep?"Elliot's voice came out cracked. "How can I sleep knowing that an innocent soul is going to die soon?"

"He's hardly innocent," I reminded him. "And people die all the time." Oops, maybe that was the wrong thing to say...

Elliot whipped around. "Raven...I'm sorry, I know he's bad and he probably deserves this. I guess it just bothers me because..." he trailed off, unsure of how to word it. "Because a life is being taken. I think we should phone the cops. Or better yet, we can even visit them and tell them to go undercover. Doing nothing...doesn't that make us killers?" He finished. 

I looked away, feeling guilty. "The jackass tried to sell me." Plus, he's going to die soon anyway. The money for saving him will always be unattainable to me.

Elliot came up to me, grasping my hand. "And I know that. But instead of his life being taken away from him, we should get him jailed for his crime while he's still breathing..."

"I-"I wasn't sure what to say.

Elliot quickly moved away. "Sorry Rave, it's your choice what you wanna do. Maybe I was pressuring you. I guess I---"

"There's a tiny satanic piece of you that loves my father more than me?" Now, I was hurt.

Elliot appeared shocked and caught off guard. "No, that will never be the case. I will never like him because he tried to sell someone I care about. I just don't want you to regret it. If he dies, will you feel responsible? Will you feel bad because you didn't do anything?"

I wrapped a blanket around me. "I guess I will feel a little guilty." I sighed. "Alright, we'll inform the police but only the undercover agents who will save him and then throw his sorry little ass behind bars." Kind of hope they fail rescuing him...

"Awesome, I guess we should get ready and head towards the station," Elliot noticed my tired expression and quickly added. "Or we can just call them."

"Actually, I think it's better if we visit them in person." I told him.

Ugh, I'm not too happy about seeing my father but Elliot's right, I guess. If I do nothing and inform no one, that makes me a tad bit responsible. Maybe even part killer. Nah, that's too dramatic of me to say...

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We walked into the undercover cop's silver metallic office and met him; he told us to call him Jamie, one of the many 100's of names he's used on his bust sessions. We told him everything.

"Awesome," Jamie nodded in glee after he heard our story. "When those hooligans see me, they'll be prepared to flee." When he saw our expressions he added, "just kidding. Alright, I'll help you guys out but if this is a prank, I'll be locking you both up for misusing the police. One thing though, since these guys know you," he pointed at me, his eyes twinkling with joy as if he sat at his desk all day and only got to go on adventures sometimes, "I'll need you to come with me, dear." 

I was sleepy, but eh, might as well go and get everything over with.