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handgun. He cranked his head to Roderick and then back to Cyn. "Let me by.  I'll shoot you in the head.  Even you cannot survive that."
    Cyn rolled his eyes and lifted a brow at Roderick.  "Seriously.  That's all you got?"
    The gun blast echoed, a second later, with a swift slash of his sword, the demon's head rolled onto the ground.  Cyn was looking behind him to ensure no one was shot while both the body and head evaporated, a thick blue smoke spreading over the ground like a mist.
    "Well that was boring," Cyn said waiting for Roderick to sheath his sword.  "What about the victim?"
    "Homeless man.  Dead." Roderick stalked to the sidewalk and let out a breath.  "Do you ever take anything serious?"
    His friend seemed to ponder.  "Nope."
    Cynden Fraser was young get, at only two hundred and twenty five, not tired of the continuous circle of killing demons only for them to multiply.
    The never-ending war between the protectors and dark forces was rarely with odds in their favor.  He longed for a time when they would grow exponentially.  Julian had recruited hundreds into their army, but when fighting thousands of evil creatures, it made little difference.
    He had to admit, they were stronger, faster and had the advantage of not having to feed from humans to survive. Yet at the same time, he wondered at times what the point of it all was.
    "Three o'clock," Cyn muttered watching three men and two women heading to another sidestreet.  The women giggled loudly at something one of the males said.
    "Dark Fae," Roderick said and picked up the pace.  "Lets ruin their party."
    They rushed into the darkness then stopped abruptly.  Roderick stilled his breath and allowed his keen ears to pick up where the people had gone.  "There," he motioned to a door on the side of the industrial looking building.  "Cover me."
    Careful to not make noise, he pulled the door open and stepped into the darkness.  It reeked of a mixture of oil and dampness.  The shuffling of a rodent and the wind against the top windows were the only noise until a soft whimper sounded from deeper inside.
    His partner went to the left side and Roderick to the right and they stalked forward.  He caught himself smiling.  Okay so maybe there was the thrill of the hunt that showed up at times like this.  It was like a game of cat and mouse.  The only downer in the whole situation was the possibility of victims being hurt or worse.
    Shouts sounded and they took advantage of the nose to race to a side room.  I must have been an office at one time, but it seemed the demons had gone all Martha Steward and fixed it up to look like a bedroom, curtains included.
    Five sets of eyes looked to the door, three wider than the other three.  The demons hissed and snarled as one of the women slid down the wall, flopping onto the floor.  Both women were nude, obviously they'd been led to believe it was going to be an orgy.  Perhaps after they'd fed, they planned to keep them alive to have sex.  Sooner or later, they'd kill the women.
    Two of the three demons flew at them, knives in hand.  The one that attacked Roderick held two long wicked looking knives.  He sliced across the air over and over.  "You'll be chopped up in little pieces by the time I'm done." He slashed again.  "We'll finish our party while you lay on the ground bleeding." He stepped closer and attempted to stab him.  "I'm going to fuck you up..."
    The demon's head plopped onto the floor with a sickening thud and the other woman shrieked so loud his ears rang. The remaining male had escaped out through a window while he and Chatty Kathy had fought.  Cyn had gone after him and he remained in the room with the nude women.
    "Get dressed he told the one who continued to whimper.  Help me get some clothes on your friend." He bent to the woman who'd passed out.  She'd been bitten, but from the looks of it the demon had only commenced to feed.
    "Am I going to turn into a vampire?" The other woman asked