Post by Dawn Matthews on Dec 2, 2011 21:34:39 GMT -4
Dawn coughed as she breathed in ash, as it settled on the ground and on her clothes, that which all that was left by the demon that had been standing there moments before. The demon had been laying in wait for the last visitors to leave, it snatched one when he came back to retrieve his sunglasses, the attended prey had escaped while the demon and Dawn fought.
She sheathed the sword, setting it down as she began to try to bury what evidence was left of the fight in the sand. The ash was easier to hide then the blood. It would be a while before the sun would began to rise and before people would began to arrive to spend their day at the beach. At that moment no one was around, only her.
The cuts on her legs and shoulder still stung but had finally stopped bleeding for the most part; she would have them patched up later for now she was going to rest a few minutes before she drove back. Dawn sat down in the sand, resting her head in her hands, completely exhausted.
It had been the third demon that week, not the first kill of the night however.
Two rogue faeries attacked and killed a man in the park, they hadn’t been easy to dispatch.
A rogue werewolf attacked a child on Sparrow Street and had gotten away; it took an hour to explain to the parents what exactly had bitten their daughter and had taken another hour to convince them with proof that werewolves are real, and give them advice on how to deal with the situation. It had not been a fun night or week for that matter and she had a feeling it was only going to get worse.
She sheathed the sword, setting it down as she began to try to bury what evidence was left of the fight in the sand. The ash was easier to hide then the blood. It would be a while before the sun would began to rise and before people would began to arrive to spend their day at the beach. At that moment no one was around, only her.
The cuts on her legs and shoulder still stung but had finally stopped bleeding for the most part; she would have them patched up later for now she was going to rest a few minutes before she drove back. Dawn sat down in the sand, resting her head in her hands, completely exhausted.
It had been the third demon that week, not the first kill of the night however.
Two rogue faeries attacked and killed a man in the park, they hadn’t been easy to dispatch.
A rogue werewolf attacked a child on Sparrow Street and had gotten away; it took an hour to explain to the parents what exactly had bitten their daughter and had taken another hour to convince them with proof that werewolves are real, and give them advice on how to deal with the situation. It had not been a fun night or week for that matter and she had a feeling it was only going to get worse.
