I walk into a bar. Johnson's bar, but the man I seek for is long gone. The bartender spots me, a man in his thirties. A look of confusion comes over his face, along with the few others at the bar. I walk towards him. I can understand their disorientation. I was seventeen, and shouldn't be here, never wanted to just so you know.
A brown jacket hangs over my back, covering a black tank top over blue jeans. The symbol of an order etched on my brown all-stars. A lamb with seven horns and eyes. My only notable feature? A scar across my right eye.
"Can I help you miss?" The Bartender asks. His accent suggests he's Latino.
"Yes please." I draw near. "I'm looking for a Mr. Shag, of The Burning. You know, the biker gang." I speak casually about such a sensitive name. He shows fear. He has nothing to fear, the biker does. Two men at the bar take note of me.
In a whispered tone the Bartender asks cautiously looking around. "What business does a girl like you have with Mr. Shag, do you know who he is?"
"Yes, I do and as for what..You know, Just stuff, you know." I say trying to avoid more probing. No one would understand, they were mundane. "So Mister, Do you know where he is?"
The Bartender is hesitant, but after a look around he tells me.
"Club 95, Just..Just a few blocks from here."
"Thank you." I say smiling, rising to leave.
Minutes later I find the place. A bouncer is at the front. Over his head in blue is the neon sign that says "Club 95." Getting in without a pass would not be easy, but this can't wait. I approach the Bouncer. A large White man in a grey suit, and black shoes. Several blings hang around his neck, three rings on his right hand.
"You looking for someone, miss?" he asks, in a deep baritone voice. Always the same question with these people. I just stand, not responding at first.
"I said, are you looking for someone? If not, keep moving, there's nothing for you to see here, little miss." Ok first of, I am not little. At all.
"Mr. Bone..."
"Never heard of him, now get out of here." I fold my arms. Clearly he knows him.
"How about this, you go and tell him his dealer from the west coast is outside. He would know what to do then." He doesn't move, but I stare, he stares back, but after some moments, he caves in. He taps the door three times. It immediately opens and another guy's head sticks out. The Bouncer whispers to him, to which he nods and goes in, shutting the door.
A few minutes pass, and out comes Mr. Wesley Shag and two from his crew. He approaches with caution, he has to. I just told him that the west coast dealer was looking for him, and he knows what it meant. Mr. Wesley is the meanest, bald head biker you'll ever see, but I can see fear in his eyes. He had made a nasty deal, one with a devil.
"Who..." his voice almost cracks with fear. He mans up and tries again.
"Where did you say you was from, Miss...?." He asks.
"Marshall, Sarah Marshall." I say, stretching my hand to shake. He doesn't take it, I understand. "..oh don't worry, I lied, I'm not from the west coast." His face changes to confusion. "So..who are you?"
"You made a deal....." I start. He cuts me off
"Yes..." He whispers, weary of the two behind him. "Yes," he signals them to head back in. They look at each other confused but do so.
"Now, tell me, why are you here? Did..did they send you?" He asks with a face of dread.
"No, but they'd soon be here. You sent them to yourself, they are after you Mr. Shag."
"What?" He says in a lower voice, the countenance of a mean biker is drastically drained by fear of death. "What did you just say?"
"Your deal, they've come to collect." I explain.
I sense something. I look around. The atmosphere has changed. The noise of the club has died down and the bouncer was missing. Only I and Shag are in the vicinity. I know now we are in Limbo.
Limbo is a world between worlds. Another frequency of existence. This is how demons usually attack. And I am a demon hunter. My friend here had made a deal with a devil from the witches of the west coast. And now it's come to collect.
We hear a startling wolf cry. The biggest, baddest wolves I've ever known. It is usually the same pattern for every kill. The howls, their appearance, and finally, one's death. Shag panics.
"They are here." He says, staring a direction.
I look and see it. On the road at the farthest stands a lone wolf. Big, Black, and with yellow eyes.
"Mr. Shag, do you want to live?"
"wha..." he whimpers, "what?" Sure, what a great time to get confused.
"Do you want to live Mr. Shag?!!"
"Yes, yess!!" He shouts, but does something I didn't see coming. Well it is expected but he should at least hear me out first. I turn to find Mr. Shag, running away.
"Wait!, that won't...!!" But he is such a fast runner and ignores me. I turn back to face the wolf, they are now four. The rest with red eyes. The yellow eyes is clearly their leader.
"Awooooooooollll" It cries, soon there are multiple cries, coming from every direction, continuous cries. The intense feeling of death fills the air. It's overwhelming. This is what demons do. Intimidate. If I was not a Blood Servant, I would either curl up in a ball or pass out, knocking me out of limbo. I almost allow the sight of them get to me, but I shake my head and I walk up to them. They sense what I am, seeing I am approaching, and no one stands in their way except the Blood Servants.
The alpha walks forward, the others follow suit, growling and snarling as they focus on me. They will tear through me to get to their prey if they have to. I stand. Me versus them, at the center of the road. No one makes a move. I stretch out my right hand. They growl ready to pounce. A sudden wind comes. But the Wolves edge closer. They aren't afraid of what I am. But they haven't seen what I do.
"More than a conqueror I am..." The wolves snarl sharply as I say this. They might be reconsidering. They see my right arm glow, bright gold. And out grew a double edged sword from it. "Come!!!"
The wolves charge. The Alpha leaps for me. I hold my ground. It's about to get ugly.
Blocks away in limbo Shag is still on the run, heading for home or so he thinks. I'm sure he wonders why no one is around. All is quiet as he runs so his footsteps were loud. He turns to a lonely alley. Classic horror film mistake.
In front of him is the alpha. He turns back and sees two others, blocking his exit. You can't hide in limbo, can't outrun spirits in their realm. The Alpha tricked me, his pounce was to maneuver me. Along with the other two. While two do their best to keep me at bay. It never intended to fight me. Shag is cooked.
"please...please, I'm begging, I didn't know you wanted me, my soul." Says the pitiful voice of the Biker. He drops to his knees and begs, but the first rule of darkness was, no mercy.
Shag looks back and forth, confused and afraid at the sight of them. The leader growls and the others rush for him. This is it for Mr. Bonesman. He turns towards the alpha, tears in his eyes. For a moment he sees into the very soul of the beast. Behind those yellow eyes there was nothing. It couldn't wait to take his life.
The wolves dive for him, inches away from biting his neck, but something tears one of their heads. My blade.
The other turns to see what had happened. I stand breathing hard behind it. Before it makes a sound I slash again and its head drops. The two dissipate out of existence.
Shag sees me, eyes wide. His face drained from fear as he turns to see what had happened. The alpha clearly doesn't like the outcome, it howls again. I smile. I sense it was calling the others but I have taken care of them. The Alpha stops. It gives me one last look. The kind that said, this isn't over, but it is. A dark mist materializes behind it. It wants to go out easy, I won't let it. In a blink I appear behind it, and before it steps into the portal I slay it too. The body and portal fades away. I cancel my sword, walking to Shag. They aren't dead, no demon dies, but it's more painful as they go back to the underworld when you slay them.
Hours later in the same alley. People walk around. We sit by the backdoor of a restaurant, which has closed early for the night.
"So those are..."
"Demons," I reply, Mr. Shag. "They were sent because you made a deal.." I explain,
"To save the life of my son." I don't hesitate, because I know. Our seer told me.
"I know, they cause desperate situations. So they can trap you. For you to meet." I respond. Then a random woman appears to you in your dream, tells you she has a solution, all you have to do is give your soul."
"Her offer and presence kind of...drew me. My son was dying, but I see now she caused it, what is she?" He asks.
"Maybe a witch, or a goddess, that's a demon by the way, but that's not the point." I get up.
"What should I do?" He asks, desperate. "So they never come again, will they leave my son alone?" He stands after me.
"Become a Blood Servant." He looks at me. "That's the only way forward." I add. I walk away,
"But, what about my son?"
"Don't worry, they will leave him alone." I stop. "At Least for a while, but you have to get stronger, or they may try again." I face him, all the toughness gone from his countenance, like a newborn baby. "Leave the life of a criminal biker, you need a new one now." I walk away. "Tik tok, make your choice."
I'm sure he looks lost. Become a demon hunter? Eventually everyone needs to face the truth. A loom of determination sets across his face. I'm sure he balls his fist. He's made up his mind. He follows after me. A new life begins.