Funny how quickly the hunter could easily become the hunted in this miserable world.


She knew they were behind her, stalking her every move like a pack of dogs following after a stray cat. Luckily, their tactics were painfully obvious. These spineless cur's would follow her her until there was a nice, dark corner for them to surround her in. Then start attacking one by one until they succeeded in bringing her down. They automatically assume that there would be no consequence to this- an easy job that no one would know about. Too bad for them that their little scheme wasn’t going to work. They were just humans foolishly underestimated their target.


Alice walked calmly down the street, glancing back every so often at the three shady thugs creeping a small distance behind. It started with just one man following her the moment she left the bar, and then later on two more popped up out of the shadows. They were the current group who had taken to targeting women who stumbled drunkenly from her father’s establishment. Sometimes it was just harmless robbing, but lately that was not the case. Their clients were spouting horror stories about these men, and it was starting to get out of hand. So, Alice took it upon herself to solve this problem once and for all…even if it went against Mal’s wishes.


Out of the corner of her eye, the girl watched the three guys spread out with the intent of herding her down an alley on the left. She knew the area well enough, so this time she was more than happy to oblige. Without hesitation she turned down the dark alley before breaking into a quick sprint- knowing that they would eagerly chase after her. The brick walls on either side guided her down a narrow path until the very end it let out into a round pocket surrounded by tall chain-link fences. As she reached the opening, Alice turned to face the three men who had followed her. “This ends here…” She whispered, pulling out a dagger that she kept in her boot.


The first man began his assault by swinging his fist at her head, which was evaded with a simple side-step. This left his right side open for her to swiftly grab the back of his head with one hand, while the other jabbed the blade into the side of his neck. Afterwards, she threw him to the ground and prepared to face the other two opponents. The next one lashed out with a flurry of kicks and swings from a knife he held in one hand. One by one she parried, only allowing the blade to cut across her shoulder at one point so she could grab his arm. Then, she slipped behind him and struck the back of his straightened elbow with her palm. An audible crack was heard from the bone and a pain-filled cry from him as she dropped down to slice both the Achilles tendons.


‘Two down, now one more to….’ The girl turned around to face the last attacker, but stopped short when met with a knife being jabbed into her forearm. “Shit!” She cursed, kicking him back only to gather a few feet of separation from him. Her hand gripped the wound as she pressed the arm to her chest in pain. Now what was she going to do… 

The girl knew that the only way she was getting out of this was by exposing her true form, or at least half of it. Then she could rely on her quick healing abilities to patch up her arm while the rest could be used to intimidate the man. Alternatively, it could do nothing or scare him off so that he could go back to his gang explaining that a werewolf was lurking around downtown so that all their buddies can go hunt for it. The idea was a risky one, but she didn’t have much of a choice on the matter. It was death or risk being seen for what she really was.


Just when she was about to change the whole situation seemed to backflip into chaos. What had happened was unexplainable, a scene that brew emotions of disgust intertwined with curiosity. One moment there was an angry man trying to kill her, then a second later he became nothing more than a corpse collapsing slowly to the floor. Even more so, what killed the thug seemed to be something that walked out of a book. Not that she wasn’t an oddity herself, but still. He had two horns, a rather dark looking appearance, and a certain unsettling debonair nature about him. No doubt that this creature was a demon.


Alice straightened as she stared back at the man with utter uncertainty. On one hand he saved her life, and on the other…he was the embodiment of sin who obviously got a kick out of anything grotesque. She was not afraid of him, but she definitely didn’t trust him. Rumor has it a demon was one of the worst possible species you could run in to. They lived off chaos, or select negative emotions like lust, jealously, wrath, and pride. Sometimes gluttony or sloth came along, but they were the minor one’s the bar tended to pick up every now and then. This particular one didn’t seem to be too minor, nor did he show any interest in killer her just yet.


At his comment she glared into his eerie red eyes as a frown twisted her lips. It was evident that her fighting got sloppy at the end, and that he had used her blind spot against her. But, her pride didn’t care how impressed or unimpressed this guy was. Alice just wanted to know what his intentions were, and why he intervened. “Bummer,” She replied with sarcasm dripping from her tone, “Cause' I was really looking forward to picking up a demon, while dishing out vigilante justice in a back alley.” For a moment her golden gaze dropped to the corpse at his feet, inspecting the gaping hole before snapping up to stare back at him. “Especially one that leaves such a big mess….why did you help me?”

It was a wonder how Alice managed to get herself into one weird situation after another. In her head she had planned to take care of the thugs and go home. She didn’t want to linger, or remember what had happened this unfortunate night. Killing wasn’t something she was unaccustomed to, yet it wasn’t something she actually enjoyed…or if she did then she had no intention of admitting it. This was just a dirty job she dealt with, and by the end of the day she just wanted to wash her hands clean from it. No one would miss a bunch of city rats preying on unsuspecting civilians. People would miss the cheery patrons at her bar- they were her friends. If anyone touched them, harmed them like these men had then they deserved the punishment she brought upon them. Dead men don’t cause trouble.

Alice lightened up on her frown as the demon seemed to find amusement from her words. She still didn’t trust him, but at least he could appreciate her wit. That, and she found it hard to dislike someone who smiled so often. “My version of it, at least.” She replied, looking around at the wasted life she and him had littered on the floor. What she did didn’t have to be right, it just had to be done. If no more of her people got hurt then it was worth taking a few people out of this world. No one had to know, just her and this guy. This guy that she hardly knew; who seemed to find talking to her a lot more entertaining than killing her, which was nice. She wasn’t picky with the people she ran into as long as they didn’t cause any trouble.

“I don’t know…making them look like they got impaled with a railroad spike is a bit on the overkill side, but who am I to judge?” She shrugged, getting a general feeling that she didn’t want to hang around in this place any longer. From what she gathered, the man didn’t seem like he intended to attack her. So, with a sigh of some relief, she bent down to put her dagger back in her boot. Then, her next task would be to hide the bodies the best she could since she couldn’t just leave them out in the open. Normally, a police wouldn’t care with hers because it looks just like a common gang fight. Although, the poor ass who had a gaping hole in his chest was more than suspicious.

While they talked, she moved over to drag the last attacker over towards his buddies. Every so often she would glance at the demon to make sure he didn’t try anything, but she let down her guard to buy just enough to cover up the bodies with a tarp. Afterwards she brushed her hand on her skirt, and pulled out what looked to be a smooth, silver flask.

“Perhaps.” She muttered as she walked up to him in a rather bold manner. “But, you won’t hurt me.” She looked into his eyes for a moment before offering him the flask filled with the whisky she nabbed from the bar. “Thank you, though. I owe you at least a drink for somewhat saving me, even if you had no intention of doing so.” Her eye scanned the area again before she looked back at the other, and offered him a smile. “C’mon, you can flatter me by saying how pathetic I am somewhere else-probably the closest I’ll get to a compliment from you, anyway.” A small chuckle escaped her lips as she began making her way down the narrow passage. Where they would go was in question, but she didn’t really care. The smell of blood was starting to make her feel dizzy.

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NOTES: I made my own notes section, yay!! Also, they are both Jerks so it's ok. //shot

A sly grin slipped across her face as she watched the Demon’s smirk transition into a most unamused expression. It would seem that she had thrown her assumptions a little too accurately to the point where she could tell her comments had slighted him. Thankfully, it was not enough to truly anger him for he recovered well enough with a few sarcastic comments. At least this guy could hold up a pretty good act. Most would have jumped into berserk mode, and quickly bite back at what they considered a personal insult.

However, it was out of place for Alice to say such things. Who was she to dissect issues from others when she had plenty of them to go around? Yeah this guy was a little on the odd side, but she was honestly no better. So, naturally, she began to regret her comments in the inner chambers of her conscience. He had been remotely kind, and should have offered nothing less than him if she wanted to uphold her code. No one’s perfect, anyway. That would just be fucking boring.

With a guilt filled sigh, Alice offered the flask to the man once more. “I’m kidding. I’m sure you’re a nice demon.” She replied, although she felt another prod of dissatisfaction from her consciousness. Of course it wasn’t enough. Why wasn’t it ever enough to get by with a half-assed apology? Damn her morality.

Suddenly her golden gaze dropped down as she crossed her arms ill-temperately. “And I like your scars….they are very….nice.” The werewolf grumbled, not really wanting to see the shit-eating grin she expected to slither across his face. It was just flattery, but flattery with some truth in it. They were kind of…enjoyable to look at? Enjoyable wasn’t exactly the word to use, yet it was close enough. They just made her appearance look a little less weird, she supposed. It was nice to meet someone who had features that stuck out as much as her lost eye.

A great wave of relief passed when he quickly moved on to the next topic. “Why?” She countered, “’Cause I can grow big ears and a bushy tail whenever I want?” A chuckle followed her statement, not minding that she had given away the ‘big secret’ that Mal stressed to keep hidden. It was only fair, anyway. He had revealed his horns so she knew for sure he wasn’t A human-who were the only race that really freaked out about hers, or any race other than their own. She never used to be that way when she was human….

At his next question, the girl looked back at him with a nervous chuckle. Ace was never good at explaining things like her motives or emotions. For some reason, the difficult part was just trying to relay the thoughts in her head to the words out her mouth. It was a complicated process that left her in silence for a few minutes as they rounded another street corner. “Well, I work at a pub with my adoptive father, and those assholes were starting to target the drunk customers that walked home…Some of them even ended up in the hospital because of their nightly assaults…and one died.” She began, calmly brushing her dark hair back while she spoke. “They were just harmless people who drank to have fun or to forget, and most of them were women. God forbid they chose to attack people who could actually defend themselves.” The girl scoffed, feeling a deep hatred bubbling up for the men she had just killed. " Anyway, I just wanted to protect them. I don’t care what happens to me; I’m no one special, and I’m not afraid of death. But, when you go after the people I care about that’s an entirely different story.” Another sigh followed the last of her words, and she began feeling like she had said too much.

There was no doubt in her mind that the thugs needed to die. Hell, if anything, they deserved to die. Nothing good would have come from them in the future save for more deaths from innocent people. Still, she had so much big talk for someone who had almost gotten her ass kicked by a mere human. “Yeah, I know it sounds kind of cheesy, but y’ know….” Ace shrugged, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. Meh, talking was always so tedious when it got a little too personal. That, and It made her feel uncomfortable to the point where she preferred to look at the asphalt under her boots rather than him. Yep, all aboard the awkward train.


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NOTES: You only get one chance to be an asshole, Alice. JUST ONE! Then you go off getting all weird and girly. God, control your ovaries!

The whole situation just kept spiraling down until it eventually hit that point where Alice reaaallly didn’t feel like being there anymore. It was a rough night and the girl obviously felt slightly conflicted in her current actions. To have this guy shut her down, in the marvelous way that he did, was the final slap in the face—the final shot straight to the poorly hidden self-conscious side of her. If he had intended to make her feel like utter shit then Mr. Demon certainly hit his mark. Although, Alice was only slightly a pussy. From here on out the girl intended to show him nothing short of pure animosity.

Her hand quickly caught the flask that was thrown to her, and she opened it take a swig of liquid courage. A wave of relief hit her the instant she felt the sharp burn rip down her throat. Inside she had known she was a damn fool, but alcohol dulled that feeling just a bit. Plus, it was her fault for trying to lower her walls and make nice with a creature created from the fiery depths of hell. She should have expected it, and in a sense it made her glad she learned this valuable lesson. Be a hard ass, things ended much better that way.

Alice quirked a curious brow at his comment related to her smell, “Oh? I wasn’t aware you were creepily smelling me…although it’s not too hard to catch a whiff of your reeking scent.” She replied, taking another drink from her flask. “Smells like sulfur and the foulest parts of an asshole.” A smirk slipped across her lips, giving him no reason to think she was pissed off. He would have enjoyed knowing she was angry, and she had no desire to give him such pleasure. But, if we were being honest….Yeah his last comment made her pretty damn livid.

‘Forget he asked? Then why the fuck did he ask!?’ She ranted inside her mind, obviously feeling a little butt-hurt from his words. Well, butt-hurt was putting it mildly. She was embarrassed of herself, and it made her feel….weak—A feeling that was the kryptonite to her personality. Oh did she hate this bastard, now. “Oh, sorry! Let me talk more like a demon.” She turned to him with a sarcastic, wide grin. “I’m so dark and cool. Stabbity stabbity stabbity--Pentagram Pentagram, I probably haven’t gotten laid in one-hundred years, Goat heads and 666. All hail mother satan!!!”

Man, she was really getting tired of this guy. Luckily, she didn’t have to deal with him much longer. As they reached the end of a series of apartment buildings, the last one had just so happened to be hers. The girl turned and quickly climbed up the short steps to her door. “Thanks for walking me.” She muttered, pushing the key into the lock.



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NOTES: Awww, Someone got a little sensitive. xD