Numb: A Sociopath in Love

Here's my new story, it'll be a lot like my Percy Jackson fanfiction, but of course it's my own property :) Enjoy! Comments and other forms of feedback are greatly appreciated :)

Ch. 1 –

            “Your uncle’s dying, boy.”

            His mouth grinned, spit flecked all over his whiskered chin. He tilted his head back to laugh, skin stretched thinly over his Adam’s apple. Even from the deadened laugh, and not just his cloudy and flattening eyes, he was beginning to display the symptoms.

            The demon snapped his head back, leering, and exposed eyes with broken blood vessels and yellowing skin. The man he used was dying, I noted, and wouldn’t last much longer. Then he would have to find another physical vessel quickly, or evaporate back out of the human plane.

            His lips opened, bloody spit dribbling out the corner.

            “Hell’s all alone, waitin’ for ya to come get him. The demon really knocked him up this time, an’ he’s just bleeding his guts out everywhere. Serves him right, bloody bastard…”

            Another raspy laugh as he twisted his head back to look around him. I didn’t know why he did it; there was nothing there but the grey wood of the cabin. He rocked in his chair, testing the binds again. He wouldn’t get loose, the rope had steel fibres woven throughout, as any hunter’s rope.

            It was complete darkness outside. I would have to leave soon, or I would be late. The demon had slipped from laughing to hissing, thrashing around and growling aggressively. My tactical knife was ready; I stepped forward and used the triangular tip to puncture the yellowed side of his neck, severing the carotid artery. Blood, thick and half congealed, leaked out of the wound rather than spraying. The man gurgled, twitching as he finally died, the demon expelled from the dead flesh.

            I made sure to wipe my blade clean, before folding it shut and restoring it to my jacket pocket. The plastic furniture cover was laid out beside him. I united the corpse and caught his dead weight, dragging him into it. He smelt like sulphur and decay, a scent I knew well. The sheet was ready to be wrapped around him and secured with duct tape, but there was one more step –

            “Cain! What’s been taking you so long?”

            Gabbie’s high-pitched voice preceded her, and I paused, my mind still focused on the task at hand. Running footsteps slammed against the old wood floor, and I heard the whoops and shouts of my cousins as they burst into the room. Then one stumbled, and a thump noise sounded behind me.

            I smoothly spun, taking my knife out at the same time. The slow steps I took around the table matched my slow pulse, as I tightened my grip on the knife and turned it sideways, aimed at the jugular vein.

            My cousin was sprawled out on the ground, face hidden by the white disposable tablecloth. His brother was laughing, doubled over and pointing at his still frame. I paid no attention to him, and bent down to inspect the fallen brother. I readied my knife, and lifted the tablecloth with one hand.

            My cousin shot up, a bruise purpling and swelling on his tan forehead, eyes surveying the room. They landed on his brother, and he grinned, aiming a kick at him.

“Ha, douche, missed!”

            “I won’t with this!”

            I folded my knife shut again, storing it away and walking back to the body. I had thought, for a moment, that Jeremiah had been knocked out cold by the demon possessing his body, but he was evidently back to his usual immature self. I ignored them easily as I pulled out the small flask; nothing mattered during the hunt, not even pain or hunger.