ADS 01 - The Accidental Demon Slayer ds-1

by Angie Fox

  Definitely. I’d have to stop drinking, of course. I could already feel that shot in my dazed head. Out of all the dumb things I’d done today, getting drunk wouldn’t be one of them. I needed to be sharp, especially if Vald decided to show up.

  Frieda dug through the plastic grocery bags under her bed while I took a look at the photos she’d plastered across the wall beside her bed. Most were of Frieda and various witches I’d seen downstairs. And there were two more of the heavy-lidded man whose picture I’d seen in the hallway. Mr. Love in an Elevator. I wondered what had happened to him.

  Frieda handed me a bottle of Bailey’s Irish Cream liqueur. Darn. I would have had to waste my shot on the Jack. I rolled it between my hands. I should get to the bed they’d given me, but I didn’t want to be alone. Heck, I didn’t even want to think. It was hard enough to let go of the fact that I’d faked my way through the protection ceremony tonight. Me, the person who prized honesty above all things. Then again—I yanked the orange tank top down over my stomach—I wasn’t exactly myself tonight.

  An eerie moan drifted up from the yard outside. I reached for Frieda’s bony arm. “What was that?”

  “Come on.” She led me over to the window. Years of dirt clouded the glass. I tried to yank it open, but it didn’t budge. Together, we pried it away from the rotting windowsill. Another moan, louder this time, pierced the sounds of crickets chirping in the night. “Your grandma’s having one of her visions.”

  I looked out into the copse of trees beyond the back parking lot. Purple rays of light streamed from every joint and corner of the Yardsaver shed. Heaven help her. “Grandma?” I gulped.

  The red-headed witch knelt in front of the swinging doors, her arms spread against them as if she held them closed. Her even chants floated out into the night air.

  Frieda peeked out beside me. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “Scarlet has her covered.”

  Yeah, well I didn’t like Scarlet. The snitch. From what I could tell, Grandma needed someone who could think on her feet, not a panicky know-it-all who would rather call the guard instead of having an honest-to-goodness conversation with someone, aka me.

  “Come on back, baby,” Frieda said. “We’ll only distract them.”

  Scarlet looked pretty intense to me. I hoped Grandma could handle herself. Or if she couldn’t, that Scarlet was half as powerful as the griffin who’d come to our rescue at the edge of the lake.

  For the moment, I let Frieda lead me away from the window. We each sat on the bottom of a bunk bed, facing each other. It felt like a twisted version of summer camp. If I heard anything strange—anything—I’d be down there faster than Frieda could blink those crazy lashes of hers.

  And since she’d mentioned rescuing, “Frieda, what do you think of Dimitri? He said he’s my protector, but I don’t know. You’d think I would have felt something, kind of like when I met Grandma. Something about her made me feel like I was supposed to be with her.”

  Frieda handed me an airline bottle of Smirnoff. “Hard to say.” She plopped onto her side, reached into a plastic Valu-Mart bag on the floor and withdrew her own little bottle of Jägermeister. “He’s helped us out from time to time,” she said, unscrewing the bottle. “Done us some favors. But with guys like him, favors always seem to come with a price tag attached.” She took a long sip. “E-yahhh.” Her bracelets jangled as she wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist. “One thing’s sure. He seems to have taken a shine to you.”

  I tipped my Smirnoff bottle back and forth, watching the liquid swirl. No question about it, that man could get my blood flowing. I didn’t know if it was the way he’d looked at me downstairs—like he’d like to devour me whole—or the fact that he probably could. I hadn’t met anyone like him. Heck, I hadn’t run into many interesting guys at all since college. Happy Hands Preschool wasn’t exactly hot date central. It felt good to be pursued. Then again, I wasn’t about to lose my head just because some hunka hunka burning male rescued us from the side of the road. “I don’t trust him. It’s too convenient. He has to want something.”

  Frieda waggled her brows and I felt my face warm.

  “Besides…that,” I added. Oh lordy, I had to stop thinking about that kiss. I had no business indulging in mildly shocking, utterly delectable forays with my mysterious Greek protector. He belonged in their world. Not mine. As soon as I learned to control my powers, I’d be back to my normal life, and that didn’t include men whose eyes flashed yellow and who hung out with griffins.

  “I can’t believe I saw a griffin tonight,” I said.

  “Saw one?” Frieda scoffed. “You smooched one.”

  My stomach squinched. “I was afraid of that.”

  “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 Jägermeister 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 Jägermeister. 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 did 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 his 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 cli
ng 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 cry. I 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 yo
u’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.