Blood City Book 1 (Draft)Mature

Chapter One - Caitlyn

The smell of rot filled my nose, I held back the urge to gag. Newborn demons always smell disgusting, they didn't look particularly good either. The wind had blown the smell in my direction and I'd been carefully tracking it since. The demon was alone and hadn't fully formed yet. The sticky black tendrils that clung to it's humanoid body created a ghastly smelling smoke when they touched the concrete. Sometimes having vampire senses sucked.
“Couldn't I have one night where I go on patrol and don't have to fight?” I muttered inwardly. Already hearing Kyri voice in my head as she scolded me for complaining. I jumped from my hiding spot in the rooftops, landing silently. But my smell alone was enough for the demon to turn and notice me. What was it's mouth stretched open, the black, liquid skin sliding over the opening every so often. And behind that opening were razor sharp teeth.
“Want to tell me who was responsible for raising you?” I asked, standing up. The thing laughed and lunged.

“Right, not in the mood for a chat then,” I said as I barely dodged the blow. A mere second later and I would've been impaled on it's claws. The poison of the black tar-like substance alone could be enough to knock me out if I wasn't careful. I considered calling in Kyri for backup, then I remembered it was a full-moon tonight and the sun was already beginning to set. I heard the hiss as my only warning. Dammit, I needed to stop letting my thought wander. I ducked the blow and I think I might've lost some hair. I kicked at it's knees and it buckled, falling to the floor. I grabbed the silver knife from my boot and moved in. It got up too quickly though and all I manage to do was cut a thin line across it's belly. It screeched as blue flames licked at the wound. Well if it wasn't mad before, it was definitely pissed now.
“You could make this a whole lot easier if you just co-operated,” I said through gritted teeth. Not that I was happy to let demons loose, but a sad fact was they were all over the place. Most of them followed the rules, but a lot didn't. Though I guess the same can be said for my kind.

I managed to get another cut across it's forearm before I had no choice but to back up. I realised too late I was heading towards a public park. If civilians get hurt Kyri would never let me hear the end of it.
“You look like you could use a hand,” A voice drawled above and my anger could only increased. I leapt at the demon and pinned it to the ground, careful to keep the claws the hell away from me.
“Callum, either stop talking and give me a hand, or piss off!” I yelled and his irritating chuckle reached my ears.
“I thought Kyri told you to stop talking to me?” he asked as he landed in front of me. I looked up to meet his near-black eyes with my blue ones.
“Is this really the best time for this conversation?” I asked as the demon trashed below me. She bucked and threw me off. Callum ducked in and pushed her away hard. She was taking form now. Pale skin and devilish red eyes.
“Oh, Great. A wraith demon,” I muttered. Callum laughed at that. She studied us carefully before turning to take off.

“What the?” I yelled and began to run towards only to have Callum stop me in a vice grip. I glared at him as realisation dawned. That smug grin said it all.
“Sorry, but I came here for a delivery, thanks for failing to kill it,” He said then took off. I threw a stake but it missed and thudded into a tree. Fuck, of course. Why else would Callum turn up out of nowhere. Kyri was right, I did need to stop talking to him. And shove a stake in him. I grabbed the stake and threw it another tree. It was a good stress reliever. When I was sure I'd dented half the trees I headed back to the house. Well, it was more like a converted garage space really. I shared it with Kyri and my little brother Luke. Though he'd hate it if he realised I still called him little.

As I was walking I thought I heard a grunt that sounded human. The smell of blood hit me next and I bit down my lower lip in an attempt to ignore it. The demon or some other supernatural gone bad was attacking someone. Good thing with me is that I never avoid a fight. I raced towards the sound and smell of blood.