Black Winged Angel. Amy Blankenship

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      Kyoko smirked, “It runs in the family.”

      â€œTell me about it.” Tasuki mumbled in her earpiece.

      Suki could be heard laughing again, “And you guys all wonder why I love working with you.”

      â€œSuki dear,” Shinbe said softly. “You can be scary all you want… it only makes me want you more.”

      â€œShinbe, shut up,” Suki said in frustration.

      Chapter 3 “Haunted Houses”

      Darious stood in the shadows, watching as the small group went in separate directions. He hadn’t even bothered with invisibility because, tonight of all nights, he would blend in just fine. His eyes narrowed on the fact that Toya had thrown his arm over the woman’s shoulder. Why was it that they were so accepted within the human circle… when he had always been rejected? What made the guardians so damn special?

      His brooding gaze caressed Kyoko’s face as she smiled and he knew she did not fear them, but instead, stood among them as if she belonged. What would he give for her to smile at him like that… like a man instead of a monster?

      Something tightened in his chest, but Darious shrugged off his melancholy as his attention returned to the two cops that were entering the makeshift haunted house.

      He could sense the demon activity inside but he was more interested in the source of the demonic activity. The master controlling the peons is what he needed to find. Destroy the master and you destroy their underlings. It was a simple concept that most found a bit too easy to overlook… until you actually faced a master in combat. Only then did it not seem so easy.

      First and foremost, he needed to find the master demons and kill them. The Guardians could handle the rest of the vermin loose tonight… the easy targets. He slowly turned his head and gazed in the direction of the graveyard before vanishing from site.

      Kamui slurped loudly on his blueberry slushy then chewed for a moment on the straw. He saw the disappearing act of the man that had been stalking Kyoko since she and Toya had arrived and it made him smirk. Turning to another one of the laptops open next to him, he scanned the frozen frame of Darious.

      â€˜So, you have finally found us,’ Kamui thought to himself, making sure to keep that particular thought locked away from Amni and Yuuhi. He had often wondered if the dark angel was still stalking the lands.

      He enlarged the photo and his smile died as he noticed the lonely look that haunted Darious’s eyes.

      *****

      Kotaro and Yohji approached the woman standing at the entrance of the House of Screams and started to make their way in. They immediately noticed a sign outside that indicated no one under the age of eighteen was allowed, which meant ID’s were being checked.

      â€œWhat’s the big deal with the age limit? They have naked zombies or something?” Yohji joked, secretly hoping he was right.

      â€œI’m sorry gentlemen,” The woman said. “It’s a ten dollar entry fee to go in.”

      Yohji choked. “Twenty dollars? That’s highway robbery.”

      Kotaro showed her his badge and smiled. “You don’t want our money and it’s time for you to go take a break.”

      The badge caught the woman’s eye and she followed it with her gaze, unable to look away as it glowed a soft blue.

      â€œI don’t want your money,” She repeated in a dazed voice.

      Kotaro glanced over at Yohji, his smile gone. “Let’s go.”

      They walked inside, leaving the woman at the entrance shaking her head in confusion before she glanced down at her watch deciding it was time to go grab a bite to eat.

      The front door closed behind them and the two men looked around. The front room was in a hexagon shape, with small round tables set into each corner. In the center was a larger round table with wilted flowers and fake rotten fruit in a bowl, all of which had been covered with sawdust and fake cobwebs.

      Both men went on high alert as they noticed the sign that had the word ‘Enter’ scrawled in crooked letters next to a curtain-covered door and no tour guide. Creepy pipe organ music was playing over the speakers, giving the room what they assumed was supposed to be ambiance but it only came off as cheesy.

      â€œLooks like a funeral parlor,” Yohji muttered. “They even have a coffin here.”

      Yohji walked over to the coffin and, out of morbid curiosity lifted the lid. It was a decision he instantly regretted and wrinkled his nose at the smell.

      â€œKotaro… tell me this is fake and I’ll be your best friend forever,” Yohji begged softly as he cringed.

      Kotaro had already started heading toward the curtain covering the next door. He backtracked to look inside the coffin and instantly turned away. The half-eaten human was laying on the now bloodied satin, twisted grotesquely so that the two halves of his body were facing in two different directions, three if you counted the way his head was angled.

      This was an innocent human that had probably volunteered for a night of fun, pretending to rise from the coffin and give the Halloween thrill seekers a scare when they entered the room. But this man would never rise again… at least Kotaro hoped he wouldn’t.

      Kotaro closed the lid to the coffin knowing there wasn’t anything they could do for the man.

      â€œI guess that answers the question of why there isn’t a tour guide,” Yohji mused as he backed away from the coffin and glanced longingly toward the door they had entered through.

      â€œThis is what you signed up for Yohji,” Kotaro stated. “You knew that when Kyou offered the job to you. The only thing we can do is make sure no more are killed like this poor guy.”

      He placed his hand on his earpiece knowing the others were listening, “We have a body count started.”

      â€œAnd demon night begins,” Kamui said softly.

      Kotaro lowered his head, hoping the afterlife was kinder to the mangled guy but something quickly caught his attention on the floor beside the coffin… bloody footprints.

      â€œHey Yohji,” Kotaro said softly and stepped away from the coffin, walking slowly across the floor. “Check it out,” he finished, pointing at the carpet.

      Yohji stared at what appeared to be bloody footprints going across the carpet and disappearing behind the curtain door… they weren’t human. From that he could tell, they were oddly shaped with abnormally long toes and even longer toenails that left pinpoint bloody impressions behind.

      Kotaro placed a finger to his lips, indicating quiet and Yohji nodded, removing his PPK from its holster. Taking up the rear, Yohji followed Kotaro into the next room beyond the curtain.

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