Chapitre 7: 007

Karla watched intently as the trio gathered the lifeless men and women towards a corner of the club. While the rest who were protected by the force field, stood beside them, too uninformed to oppose what was happening. And too petrified to make sure that the others were unscathed.

"I want answers from you." Karla charged, swinging a firm look of certainty at her human wall.

The man showed zero responsiveness to her statement, and rather kept his gaze on his female companion.

"Do your Hocus pocus shit so we can wrap this up." Cora deadpanned, wiping her blades against her leather skirt. Her eyes were also on the red eyed man, the man who still remained a mystery to Karla.

"Hey! Whatever it is you people plan on doing to us, I will not allow it!." Karla voiced out, racing over to the supposed pile of humans, who cowered in fear for their lives.

Her muscles were sore, and her feet had blisters from the broken glass, blood trickling from underneath her feet. But her vision was as sharp as ever, and her senses even sharper than the screaming lady's blades.

"Trust me, you're better off not knowing anything at all." The man with the powerful book let out, taking calculated steps towards her.

Karla examined him, he had some bruises by the side of his face, even the woman had a cut on her forehead, a scratch.

{They get hurt, to match thoughts, they are more human than he is.} Karla observed, hoping she could appeal to the duo's sense of humanity.

If there were any.

"We do not know who the hell you are, or what the FUCK just happened here, but what I am sure of, Is that you both can sure as hell be hurt and killed even." Karla announced.

Her arms stretched out broadly, acting as some human shield for the others, who were too afraid to think for themselves in the situation.

"We just saved your asses, and you question us? You're an ungrateful bitch." Cora deduced, a sadistic grin on her face.

"Hell knows if we're only in greater danger than we were before." Karla spat out, cursing herself inwardly for being so ungrateful.

"Those people you're protecting were half demons just moments ago, and that half dead ass, was the main host." Said the mystery man, with an aura of dominance and control.

He stepped out of the shadows, his hand in his pocket as he walked towards her. His blue eyes boring into Karla, paralysing her where she stood.

"And this is my pack, we are a demon slaying team, sounds preposterous, but it's damn true." He disclosed.

"More." Karla found herself saying, she managed to get a hold of a piece of glass, now pointing it directly at the trio. Fear tossed under the rug, it's only trace was her unsteady breaths.

"Cora here is a Banshee, you must have heard about her right, she's got a killer scream that can burst your ear drums." He explain, puzzling Karla.

{Banshee? What is that? And what exactly is he playing at by telling me this.}

Karla kept her mind on alert, staring daggers at them, scanning them for any threatening movements.

"Dritan over here is our resident Druid, he's not much at first glance but he's a powerful fucker who can probably causing an uprising without ever having to come out from the shadows." The man expanded, giving Karla more information.

While he took more steps towards her, she stood her ground, her hands pointed straight, trembling, as she fought to gain control over the piece.

"And me..." He said, leaving some room for suspense, he was now standing face to face in front of her, towering over her. His shadow casted upon her, his domineering gaze ravaging her, causing her demeanor to crumble.

He placed his hand on her chin, her skin irked at his touch, goosebumps surfacing on her panicked and pale skin.

His fingers warming up her warm skin, stroking them gently, caressing her lower jaw, taking a clear view of her eyes.

"Have you ever heard of the creatures of the night?." He implored, his long fingernails roughly coming in contact against her warm skin, piercing at it. Karla immediately tensed up at the feeling it sent down her spine.

"The dark shadows?." He grilled, using his thumb to stroke her chin, Karla lost control of the glass piece letting it fall carelessly to the ground.

"You mean..." Fear hindered Karla from finishing her statement, her eyes looked above at the face of the man staring down at her.

A flash of red danced from his right eye to the left, terrifying her.

"Lycans." He apprised, in a deep obscuring tone, giving her a tentative smile.

Karla had worked up so many theories, all based on logic purely to explain her red eyed encounter years ago.

Never had she ever planned for that man to be a mystical, scratch that, a controversial creature.

"Do it." He divulged, looking over his broad shoulders at Dritan, giving him an all knowing look, backing away from Karla, letting the woman catch her breath.

It. The word shot confusion into Karla's head, her brain didn't catch the meaning, neither was her mind witty enough to proffer a meaning to what her controversial beings could mean by it.

Dritan closed his eyes and muttered some things that Karla couldn't pin point, or translate, they were words but not just understandable.

The man snapped his finger at them, letting a ball of energy form above him, taking up all the attention from the mystery man.

In the speed of sound, the glowing ball of energy was directed at them!.

Karla along with the others screamed in fright, taking cover, and using the only weapons they had, to block off the attack.

Their hands.

"Let's get going, the police will show up and I hate the LCPD." Cora dryly said, finally through with removing the blood stains from her blades.

"Why did you tell her about us?." Dritan inquired, a curious look plastered on his face, causing him to furrow his brows and scrunch his nose.

"She's not going to remember the next morning anyway, so why not end her hunger for knowledge?." His answer was straight to the point, but wasn't convincing.

"Can we just leave?. We want to make this look like a clash between gangs and politics." Cora reminded the group, standing at the door, her blades pointed at the exit.

Both men nodded, Dritan took a full sweep of his surroundings, massaging his temples with his fingertips.

"Replacing all this is going to be a handful, there's just too many detailing." Both his hands held firmly unto his jacket, keeping the book in it's place.

Both left on the same footing, leaving the humans behind, they had passed out due to the nature of the memory wiping spell, in other words, they would never remember what took place. Or the existence of demons or this mysterious trio.

"Come back!. I want to join your pack!." A voice screamed from behind the trio.

Their heads turned distinctly towards the source of the cry, chills running down their spine at top speed.

"I. Want. To. Join. Your. Pack." Karla's voice echoed, her weight rested on her elbows which held her up. Allowing her to catch a glimpse of the arranged footsteps exiting the club.

Her eyes trailed above, from the shoes they had on, to the blades held tenaciously, to the petrified looks on all three of their faces.