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Damon

There would come a time when I'd find myself walking along Harper St. at two in the morning.

I've been doing this since I was fourteen. Of course back then, I was with a search party. Not for missing people. I'm sure you knew that from Catherine's occasional humming of a theme song from some old ghost  movie.

I received a call from Benjie saying they found nasties lurking around these streets for days now. And where there were nasties, there were lost souls.

It was dark (obviously) and there were hardly any lampposts on this side of town but I could see perfectly fine.  There's something about the nature of what I do that gives me this extra feature of sensing souls nearby. That's how Benjie and the others found me.

It wasn't long before I found three figures huddled on a nearby tree. Now during this situation, you gotta think of a way to approach them because lost souls are usually people who don't know their dead yet. I can't just go and tell them to come with me now, can I? That would make me what. A kidnapper.

Look who's here.

I smirked and turned around to see the same group of men Catherine approached that one time we went to the club. They all wore the same attire. Classy suits, crisp ties and polished shoes. You wouldn't suspect them to be the kind that takes women's souls. Two of them were leaning against a statue of an angel while the one who spoke sat on the statue's feet.

"Aaw come on fellas."  I said this out loud. The nasties can't talk. That privilege was taken away from them for joining the dark side. Now they just sort of get into your head. Literally.

Take the children. Leave the woman to us.

They tend to exaggerate when saying the letter "s". Kind of like snakes. They didn't have scales or anything. But their eyes turn white and their tongues into the likes of a lizard when they're looking for prey. Oor when their prey is being threatened to be taken away. Nasty #2 bared his fangs and took a step forward. The other held onto his shoulder.

"How about...You leave them all to me and you just leave."

Nasty #1 jumped off of the statue and stood in front of me.

We're not idiots.

I nodded. Completely understanding that they wouldn't let me have all of the souls. "Of course. BUT just think about it. If you turn her into one of your kind, you'll have competition. And you fellas know the difference between  supply and demand now, don't you?" I risked a glance to see the woman wrap her arms tighter around her children. I need to get to them fast.

She will be of great use to the females.

I winced to see Nasty#1 grinning. Of course they hated the succubi. They have mocked them for years and I still don't get why. Maybe because they succumbed to these fellas and got turned to soul-eating harpies when they got too carried away themselves.  What better way to piss them off than to give them another of their kind. After all,those she-devils have done the same to them before.

"D'aaaw guys you know I can't give them all to you. Now why don't we just pretend this never happened and go on with your sexual lives?"

You can't fool us child. We have lived many years before you.

Without warning,Nasty #2 launched towards me, his claws showing.

I sidestepped just in time when he aimed for my chest. He's just going to go for the kill. No karate chops. I didn't give him time to retaliate as I grabbed his neck once he turned towards  me, probably thinking of trying again. He did get a chance to rip my shirt's  sleeve.

I winced. And here I thought I could just go straight to bed after all this.

"You ruined my favorite shirt." I tsk'ed and tightened my grip around his neck.

Angelo della morte. Traditore.

I grinned and looked over my shoulder to see the other two baring their fangs but making no move to help their comrade.

"I'm no traitor. I'm not one of you fuckers to begin with." I laughed but was stopped by a clap of thunder. I looked up to the dark sky. Right. No cursing. "What am I supposed to say? Frickers?! That's going to ruin the moment." I whined but He showed his disapproval by another sound of thunder. Groaning, I returned my attention to Nasty #2, noticing that his buddies fled.

They're going to take her. And take the children to the mistress.

I  felt my body tense. What would be the use of a harmless child to her? Let alone two? I gripped his neck tighter, ignoring the pain coming from my arm. He succeeded on giving me a few more scratches as his skin slowly peeled away from his face, showing his true face, smoke coming out of his eyes. It was all a show.

His eyes slowly hollowed,his cheeks sinking as he continued his assault. This is what they really looked like. Red flesh and bones.

These are creatures that walk among us. Creatures who took defenceless, lonely women as prey. They were the ones who were allowed to leave the realms of hell with one sole purpose in mind: to drag down more souls with them. Just thinking of them even touching Catherine caused me to look straight into his eye sockets. These sickos approached her. And she had no idea how close she was to- .  My eyes turned to a light blue and he gasped. He knew what was going to happen. Long gone was the mask that he wore to lure women. His hands slowly crumbled as his body turned to ashes. He breathed out one word before the wind blew his remains.

Traditore...

I snorted before looking around. One down. Two to go. Now where could-  I heard someone scream and I ran towards it. No need for special senses to know where they are now.

The nasties where trying to reach inside the small playhouse. The children were crying and the women wasn't in a great state to defend themselves from demons. They were no longer wearing the suits.

They look like Nasty #2 before he turned to ashes. No wonder she freaked out.

"Well that's no way to treat a lady." they stopped  when they saw me approaching them.

Leave us.

I shook my head and wagged my pointer finger.
"No can do."

Nasty #3 was a lot meatier than Nasty #1. The latter nudged his head towards my direction and Nasty#3 took it as his cue to go and try killing me. I held out my hand and he stopped. His belly fat, wobbling at his sudden action. Now I know why they called 'em nasties.

I pulled out a small gun from my pocket. It was barely the size of my hand and pointed it at him. Nasty #3 looked back to Nasty#1 and they both laughed. I smirked before pulling the trigger. Nasty #3 quickly turned to ashes. Yyup. Works every time.

Nasty #1 was slowly backing away.

"D'aaaw where are you going?" I pouted and walked towards him.

The master will hear about this.

Then he was gone. Capoots.

The woman helped her children out of the playhouse and I tried approaching them. She placed herself infront of her children. They were girls, probably nine years old.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help." I put my gun back in my pocket.

"Help?"

I nodded. I can see that she was shaking. "How long have you been wandering?"

She frowned and shook his head. "I...I don't remember. Nobody wanted to help us. They kept ignoring us like we weren't there."

I held out my hand. "I'll help you."

She stared at my hand,then at my face. "You're not one of them." I smiled and shook my head. "I'm far more good looking then those suckers ma'am." She gave me a little smile as she took my hand, her daughters clutching on her skirt.

***
The Garage was never quiet. We ran a 24-hour operation. I only came in when I was needed. After all, I had my own mission to deal with. That mission is probably still sleeping in her room right now. I looked around to see our new recruit.

"Alice." she turned to approach me and smiled as she met two pairs of eyes looking up at her.

"I'll take care of them." She took the woman's hand and led them towards one of the many rooms of the building. I walked just behind them,not wanting to frighten the children. I would freak out if I saw a man killing skinless goons myself.

Alice made them sit down and offered the woman a towel.

"I don't understand. We were in a car..." her voice faded out as I closed the door behind them.

After joking around with the others,I made my way to my office. Opening my door, I saw the red couch. What I'd give to get a couple of minutes...

"Tough night. I can tell." Benjie was leaning against the door frame. I looked down at my arms and grimaced.

Right.

Nasties wounds. Of course they heal all on their own but it would take them three days to disappear completely. She's not going to be happy about this.

"Three. One escaped. Told me he'd go tell daddy." I opened a drawer and took out a sweater.

Benjie laughed and slapped my back before leaving me to try and clean myself.

I smell like smoke. I entered my bathroom and faced the small mirror on my cabinet. My eyes still weren't back to its dark color. It was my way of hiding what I was. To a normal person, I would be seen as blue-eyed individual. But to the nasties, it was a  mark. A sign that warns them I can drag them back to wherever it is that they came from. I should've used the gun in the first place. I took a quick shower, thinking of some reason to give her when she finds me gone. But knowing Catherine, she wouldn't even dare ask. She doesn't seem to think that she has a right to ask anything. It seems to me that she's afraid, hesitant. And I don't know why.

Aside from the times when she made me tell her what I was and where my wounds came from,she barely asked. Maybe that was what I sent for. To give her enough confidence to make herself believe that she has rights on simple things just like the next guy. I don't understand on why such an encourager can't even encourage herself. She deserves better. She deserved a little more than what she was getting. But she couldn't see that.

Distract her.

That was all he said.

And I'll do just that.

***
Catherine

I need coffee. Getting up,I rubbed my face with my palms, moving my hair aside. I walked towards the scent of coffee coming from outside.

I reached for my doorknob but found none. He's in big trouble now. Making sure I had my pajamas on, I made my way towards the sound of frying bacon. Pausing at the couch,I bend down and collected my hair before tying them up with my rubber band. I groaned as I saw his shoe on the centre table, his sweatshirt hanging on my angel figurine's wings. I glanced towards the kitchen and saw a glimpse of his denim pants draped on a chair. Fuming now, I grabbed his shirt and charged where he surely was at seven in the morning.

"Damon! How many times do I have to tell you-"

I dropped the shirt as I took in the scenery.

So that's why I found an almost complete set of his clothing.

He turned around and gave me a heartbreaking grin.

"Good morning, bonbon."

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