Angie Fox -The Accidental Demon Slayer

by The Accidental Demon Slayer (lit)

  "Aw, don't be so hard on yourself." She grinned. "I sure wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers."

  I tried to mirror her humor, but I wasn't feeling it. Twenty-four hours ago, I hadn't even known griffins existed. My brain needed to catch up with my horm­ones.

  "At least he's not a werewolf," Frieda said, spinning her Jagermeister cap on a pink-glossed nail.

  "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." I eased back onto my elbows. Even if I could accept what he was, I still didn't know if I could trust him. "Tell me, Frieda. And be honest. What would you do?"

  She pursed her lips. "I don't know, honey. I just don't know."

  Frieda fell asleep in the middle of her minibottle of Jagermeister. Phew. I capped the bottle and turned off the light. The faint odor of black licorice hung in the air as I stood by the window and watched Scarlet, still prostrate, in front of the glowing Yardsaver shed. Noth­ing had changed down there. I didn't know if that was good or bad.

  At least Frieda's roommates hadn't come up from the Beast Feast. Pirate would certainly be one of the last to leave the party. This room was closest to the storage shed. It was the least I could do, to watch over Grandma after I nearly messed her up tonight. And be­ing with Frieda, even if she had fallen asleep, her lashes twinkling in the moonlight, was better than being by myself.

  I don't know when I fell asleep. I certainly hadn't meant to. But somewhere in the early morning, as I sat below the open window, my night caught up with me. And that was a big mistake.

  A heavy scratching grated me awake. My hands found the rough wood wall behind me and the musty carpet underneath. "Grandma?" I asked, right before a heavy hand clamped over my mouth.

  What the—? Oh my God. Vald? Smoke swirled in the air around me. I felt suffocated, cut off.

  Strong hands whipped me around, and I saw his face in the moonlight. Dimitri!

  "Quiet," he commanded, his Greek accent more pro­nounced than before. Boy, did he look ticked. He wore black from head to toe and looked more like a Navy SEAL than the GQ businessman I'd met. His eyes flicked over my revealing shirt and leather pants, and I felt myself flush.

  I hadn't been in my room to meet him. Had he searched the whole bar? Or had he sensed me? "How id you find me?"

  He clamped his hand over my mouth. "I said— quiet."

  Frieda was gone.

  What happened to Frieda?

  Something was very, very wrong. I yanked his hand from my mouth. He let me do it, a steely warning in is eyes. "What happened? Where's Frieda?"

  "I don't know and I don't care." He wrapped an arm around me and guided me to the open window.

  He couldn't possibly think ...

  Oh no. This is not how it was supposed to work. So much for my fantasies of a romantic tryst in the moon­light.

  "I'm not going anywhere with you." I fought his grip. Anxiety churned in my stomach. I might not be a part of this coven, but I could feel something was ut­terly, terribly wrong. And where was Pirate? I had to get downstairs. Anywhere. I had to see what was go­ing on.

  Dimitri picked me up and started down the ladder propped against the outside of the building. I kicked at the empty air. Eep. I hated heights and I hated hav­ing to cling to his shirt for dear life. Worst of all, I hated seeing the dark Yardsaver shed, its doors flung open.

  As soon as my oxfords hit the rock-strewn ground, Dimitri pulled me toward the woods beyond the back of the property.

  This was crazy.

  "We need to go back!"

  "I forbid it."

  "You whaaa—" We zoomed through the forest like we'd hopped on Grandma's hog. I didn't know how he did it. My legs ached and my lungs burned like we were running full speed. But we weren't running. We practically flew. The moonlight flicked eerie patterns on the back of Dimitri's back as we raced through the trees.

  Wind whipped through my hair. I wanted to scream. Of all the hacked-up, strange and downright disturb­ing things that had happened since I met Grandma, this had to be the worst. Not because I was in any imminent danger—and lord knew I probably was. But because those witches back there needed me. I knew it like I knew my last name. And I was doing the worst possible thing. I was running.

  Dimitri had pushed me too far.

  Chapter Seven

  I had no idea how long we sprinted before we lurched to a stop. The woods screamed with insects, animals and— Please let it be just insects and animals. After the zigzag path we'd cut through the countryside, it was impossible to tell where we'd come from or where Dimitri was headed. My heart sank. I didn't know how I'd ever find my way back to Grandma.

  Dimitri pulled me behind a thick tree. The rough bark scraped against my back. Every one of my nerve end­ings erupted as his hard body pinned me. I clutched him, trying to gain a foothold in the fallen leaves and soft dirt underneath. Heat burned through his soft black T-shirt. I braced my fingers against his chest. At least he seemed as out of breath as I was. And dang, there wasn't an ounce of fat on the man.

  Enough.

  "What do you want?" I asked, letting go of his shirt, wishing I could shove past him. "Because it had better be frickin' amazing." And I couldn't think of anything worth Grandma's life.

  Dimitri was going to lead me back, whether he liked it or not. I hoped I wouldn't be too late.

  He planted his hands on each side of my head. "I'm saving you from what could turn out to be a very un­pleasant evening." He bowed his head, breathing heavily. Whatever he thought we'd needed to escape, we'd run full out. He lifted his head, listening to the sounds of the night swiftly turning to morning. "You can start by thanking me."

  He had to be kidding. "Don't hold your breath, buster." Something very bad had happened. My best guess? Grandma's mind meld with Vald the demon hadn't gone as planned. Frieda said Grandma had to draw her­self closer than anyone else would dare. Grandma had rushed in without preparing and, after our night, she'd been bruised and tired. "Did it ever occur to you that I might have been able to help Grandma back there?"

  He looked at me intently. "The Red Skulls can take care of themselves. They've been dealing with Vald for thirty years. You, on the other hand, could get yourself hurt... or killed."

  Killed. The way he said it chilled me to the core. Worse, he was right. As it stood, I was no match for a fifth-level demon like Vald. And if the witches did have a plan, I was willing to bet it didn't include me. Or Pi­rate. My poor dog. Tears burned at the backs of my eyes. Pirate trusted me to keep him safe.

  Focus.

  I couldn't let this get to me, or I wouldn't be good for anyone. "Okay," I told Dimitri, easing him off me. The crisp night air crept between us, tugging at my nipples. "I might be more of a liability than a help at this point. I'll stay out of the way of anything big. But I need to get my dog."

  Doubt touched the back of my mind. I wondered if I truly should have helped the witches in some way. Is that why they'd tried to give me the potion? Vald had been chasing Grandma and the coven for thirty years. It couldn't be a mistake that tonight, the night I arrived, he chose to attack. Well, if that was the case, they should have had the decency to let me in on it. As it stood, I had to make a difference where I could. And that meant protecting Pirate. From the way Dimitri was scowling, I could tell he didn't like my plan one bit.

  Tough tootsies. I was half cold, half sweating and completely tired of standing around. "So are you going to help me get Pirate or what?" I ducked around Dimi­tri. The cold night seized me, gelling the sweat and making me wish I had a lot more on than Frieda's tank top. I took my best guess as to the direction of the co­ven and started walking.

  Dimitri captured both my wrists in one hand. "Not on your life." Heat crept up my arms, and I had an acute awareness of the crushing power he held in check.

  "Do not fight me on this." I bit at every word, lock­ing down my frustration until I could barely stand it anymore. Dimitri's fingers bit into my wrists and that was all it took. I let out a shout to rival any battle cr
y. / had to. If I didn't let the frustration boil, I'd start cry­ing. I couldn't afford to fall apart now or someone could get hurt—or killed—and it would be my fault.

  He yanked me against his chest, infuriated. "Has it occurred to you I'm trying to save your life?" he asked, his face inches from mine. "The witches have a plan. You don't. If that really is Vald back there—and my guess is it is—he could suck out your soul before you could even begin to look for your little dog. There's no foreplay. No warning. It's gone. And so are you."

  Fear clenched my gut. "But I'm a demon slayer." I was the only one who could—potentially—kill the jerk. That had to give me some kind of an edge.

  He shook his head, a wry smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Not yet, you aren't. Have you ever tried to steal a demon's essence? Thrown a switch star?" His eyes narrowed at my obvious bewilderment. "Your grandma didn't even tell you about the Three Truths did she?"

  I shook my head.

  "Dammit!"

  So he had a point. This was bad. Maybe I didn't have any business going back there and maybe Grandma and the Red Skulls could handle themselves. Lord knew it would have been easier to run, hide until I'd done my homework. But I didn't have the luxury to wait. I'd never forgive myself if something happened to Pirate while I stood around and did nothing.

  I blew out a breath and faced the man, looming above me in the moonlight. At that moment, he reminded me of an enraged mountain lion, as cunning as he was dan­gerous, with a territorial streak a mile wide.

  And he wasn't going away. "I understand where you're coming from," I told him. "Heck, under other circum­stances, I'd agree with you. But in the last twelve hours, I've lost my home, my job, my friends, my clothes ..." Did he really need me to go any farther? "Hell's bells, I've lost any sense of what is normal in the world. I'm not losing my dog!"

  He didn't even have the courtesy to blink.

  I shoved past him. "Fine. If you're not going to help, you can get the frick out of my way."

  Endless trees loomed in every direction. I took my best guess at a direction and set off.

  "Lizzie. Hold on. You can't."

  On the contrary, I could and I would.

  Besides, when Dimitri first took Grandma and me to the coven, he'd been worried about the troll hitmen after us. Maybe I'd get lucky and only find assassins. What would the old Lizzie have had to say about that?

  He caught up with me, lingering a step behind, cast­ing his long shadow over mine in the moonlight. "Don't go back there. It's ... dangerous." He sounded worried.

  "Déjà vu," I said. "We already had this conversation."

  "There are things at work that you cannot understand."

  Okay. That ticked me off. "If you're even thinking about turning into mystery man again, you can forget it." I needed as much information as I could get right about now. If he couldn't be honest with me, then I didn't need him.

  Of course I couldn't let it go. "And another thing," I said, pounding my way through a thick swash of fallen leaves. "I know you're not human. And you know what? I don't care. I don't. But if you're going to do a light show with your eyes and then practically fly through the woods with me, then you can drop the act, okay? It's not working." Lies, all lies.

  I couldn't hear him behind me, which was creepy, but I knew he was there. Finally, he said, "It's compli­cated."

  "Yeah, well so am I, buddy."

  All things considered, I thought I was handling my new life pretty darn well. I may have had to put up with demons, imps and a crazy grandma, but I didn't have to put up with any b.s. from Dimitri. I tromped through the underbrush, kicking at it as I went. Maybe I'd sic Ant Eater on him.

  Just move. And listen for the screams. Or barks. Please be okay, Pirate.

  I had to find my way back, or this would all be for nothing. I forced my anger away, opened my mind. I had to start using some of the magic that had screwed up my life or I'd never be any use to anybody. I felt the cool breeze of the night on my face. My mind reached out in front of me like fingers through water. I could almost hear it. I shifted direction. This could be it.

  Calm down. Feel this. Let go.

  "Give it up, Lizzie."

  Ignore him. Feel. I started to jog through the trees, their branches whipping against my arms and shoul­ders. My breathing fell into a steady rhythm. I saw the coven like a dot of light in my mind.

  My feet dodged fallen tree limbs and roots. I didn't even need to look down anymore, I realized with a start. This felt right.

  Dimitri might think he could keep me from Pirate, but there was one thing he hadn't counted on. I had an inner compass. I could sense it. I knew it like I knew my way home. Excitement, satisfaction, pure joy swelled inside of me. This is what I was meant to do.

  "Stop!" Dimitri tore through the woods, hot on my heels.

  No way.

  Hold on, little guy, here I come.

  So I didn't drink the protective potion. I made a mistake. Now I was about to make things right.

  "Lizzie, no!" Dimitri yelled as I felt the earth give out beneath me.

  I fell. It was like falling in a dream, until I hit the ground hard. My head rang with the impact. Pain shot through my ankle, my shoulder. I lay on the rocks and dirt for a moment. What happened? I stared up at the rock walls surrounding me, illuminated by the bright moon and stars above. I'd fallen into a crack in the earth. Grass and weeds clung to the top, about five feet up. I wiped the dirt from my forehead, tried to stand. "Crimeny!" Pain seared my ankle.

  I could hear water trickling. I turned around and saw the entrance to a cave. I knew what this was, a cave fi­ssure. It had been a passageway until part of the cave collapsed and formed a ravine of sorts. Thank you, Dis­covery Channel.

  Dimitri appeared at the top of the hole. Oh goody.

  "Make yourself useful and get me out of here."

  "Don't move, Lizzie."

  Yeah, right. I didn't have the luxury of slowing down. I tested my ankle. It hurt like heck, but I had to keep moving.

  "Listen to me," he said, serious as death. "Look to your right. Turn slowly."

  I didn't like that tone. I turned. The fissure ended about six or seven feet to my right, the rock forming a vee. And in that vee... Oh no. I saw movement. I squinted, my heart slamming in my throat. A big, black snake coiled in a nest of fallen leaves.

  "Yaak!" I jerked back and it hissed, its white mouth illuminated in the moonlight. Cripes.

  "Wait," Dimitri said. "Wait until it calms down."

  That could take a while. I tried not to breathe too deeply.

  "That's it," Dimitri said. 'That's it. Now back away."

  I gulped and took three steps back.

  "Slow," Dimitri cautioned. "Easy. That's it. Easy. I'm lowering my shirt. Grab on to it and I'll pull you out."

  I kept my eyes on the snake, its fangs jutting from its gaping mouth.

  "That's it. Okay. Reach behind you."

  My hand caught hold of the black T-shirt, still warm from his body.

  The snake reared back, fangs out. Not good. "Fast! Fast! Fast!" I wound my fingers around the cotton of his shirt and scrambled up the rock wall, my injured ankle burning with the effort. Dimitri gripped my hand in his and pulled me to safety. I let him have his T-shirt back and stood there, catching my breath. Yikes. That was close.

  Dimitri's gaze slammed into me. I'd ticked him off, or at least worried the snot out of him. Good.

  I shook the dirt and leaves out of my hair. If I didn't know better, I'd think he enjoyed standing there shirt­less. Of course he looked fabulous. His chest—well-muscled, but not overdone—gave him an air of understated sexiness. A swirl of black hair traced its way down his lower stomach and down toward his ... oh my. I blame my overt interest at a time like this on either head trauma or years of reading Johanna Lindsey, probably both.

  He saw me watching him and his lips quirked into a predatory grin. "We can do something about this at­traction if you'd like."

  "Yeah
, let's make out. That'll solve everything." Be­sides, if he thought I wanted to touch him after what he'd pulled, he'd better think again.

  I stared out at the trees surrounding us, trying to get my bearings. "I should have ducked into the cave," I said. Then I might not have needed him at all.

  "Bad idea. There are bats in there." He pulled his shirt over his head. "Three of them have rabies. Guess which three you would have found?"

  My ankle throbbed. I leaned against a tree for a sec­ond. I planted my hands on my knees and blew out a long breath. "Why?" I asked, not even expecting an an­swer anymore.

  "Simple. You're a demon slayer. That means you're attracted to danger, problems, things that need to be fixed."

  Oh, I had a problem all right. He was standing right in front of me.

  "Think of it as a slayer skill," he said, "a very valu­able one. You need to be able to sense evil. Your pow­ers give you an understanding of the nature of whatever it is you need to face. Now, if you were trained prop­erly, you would have been able to make your way back to the coven. And I would have let you go. But, sadly, you are untrained. Uneducated. Underdevel­oped. When you tried to focus on finding your way back, instead you began sensing every potential danger and running right for it, with no distinction between the supernatural and a cottonmouth snake."

  Boy, he sure knew how to make a girl feel good. "So you're saying my supernatural compass is broken?"

  He considered the question. "Not broken. Untrained. Weak. Immature."

  "Got it."

  "Coarse. Unpolished."

  "Zip it, Obi-Wan."

  He raised a brow. "I can train you, strengthen your powers. With my help, you can use this ability to your advantage. So that you can sense evil, even before it closes in on you or those you care about."

  Very tempting. I gritted my teeth. So if I'd known my magic from a hole in the ground, I might have even prevented whatever had happened tonight. Talk about a guilt trip.

  Dimitri dangled one heck of a carrot. Maybe I would take him up on his offer to train me. But first I had to get back to the coven. Pirate was in trouble. I didn't need the powers of a demon slayer to know that. Please don't do anything brave, doggy. "Get me back there."