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Date Posted: 18:47:48 11/10/01 Sat
Author: jade_angel86
Subject: Re: Dawning: Prologue and Chapter One
In reply to: jade_angel86 's message, "Dawning: Prologue and Chapter One" on 18:46:54 11/10/01 Sat

Part One:

Chapter One: Inauguration

LA; Present Day

For Lilah, there were many perks being a woman in a high position. Some of the perks being the large income of money every week, the ability to get clothes before they even came out and finally, an office with a view. She’d always admired an office that had a nice panoramic outlook of Los Angeles.

She would spend many hours with her chair facing the windows behind her desk just staring at the nearby building rooftops. Sometimes if she arrived too early she would take the time to enjoy the sunrise but it was more often that she saw the sunset then the sunrise.

At that moment though there was no sun to watch it was high in the sky and covered by the clouds. That was the thing about winter that she didn’t like, the lack of sunlight. So she instead, busied herself in watching the cars going to and fro in the streets. It was almost hard to distinguish one car from another at her office level.

The intercom buzzed nearly making her jump. She silently berated herself for being so edgy, important women were never jumpy. Though it was something she couldn’t help, after Gavin’s little attack, she still couldn’t calm her nerves.

Wolfram and Hart had given her several days off after what had happened but it wasn’t enough to let her to heal. Her right eye still ached and there were still many cuts and bruises all over her body. At least they had her office fixed before she came back.

Turning her chair around, she leaned forward and pushed the desk intercom on. “Yes?” she demanded. “What is it?”

“Ms. Morgan, you’re one o’clock is here.” Lilah instantly recognized the voice as belonging to her new secretary. Now there was a girl who deserved to be on the bottom of the ladder. Sometimes it was just too frustrating dealing with people like her, but still they were needed.

“Fine, fine,” she muttered and raised her voice to be sure she was heard. “Send the person in.”

“Yes, Ms. Morgan,” the secretary replied. There was an audible click as she had turned the intercom off.

Lilah herself followed suite and leaned back in her chair, glancing momentarily at the mirror she had set up on her desk. She seemed presentable enough, quickly taking the mirror; she shoved it into one of the drawers and straightened her shoulders.

The doors to her office opened to reveal one of her guards. He gave Lilah a curt nod before gesturing behind him. Her one o’clock entered the office. A woman entered dressed in red silk that was embroidered with small gold dragons. If her outfit wasn’t enough of a hint to tell Lilah of what race the woman was, then it would be the more obvious features, the hair, the eyes and the colour of her skin. She was an Asian and following typical Asian suite, the woman was short. Lilah was pretty certain that even she, without her heels, would exceed the woman in height by quite a few centimeters.

“Ms. Morgan… Ms. Belle is here,” her guard said.

“Thank you, Jeff, I can handle it from here,” she said giving her guard a small smile. He immediately nodded before leaving and closing the door behind him.

Belle was certainly an interesting name for a woman of her craft; Lilah studied the woman further trying to get a further assessment of her asides from the initial impression. This woman could be anywhere from early twenties to thirties but from the information she’d read about her, she knew better.

This woman was a sorceress who was adept in the ways of dark magic and it was because of that magic that this woman seemed young, when in reality she was decades older. It had taken Lilah quite a few months to reach her.

“Belle, it’s wonderful that you were able to make it,” she said standing up. She gave the woman an amiable smile and gesture towards an empty chair before her desk. “Please, sit down, make yourself comfortable.”

The Sorceress said nothing but she did give Lilah a shy smile before sitting down. She had her hands neatly folded into her lap and her elbows propped up on the armrests. Lilah sat back down quickly and pulled out a folder from her desk.

“It’s been a while since we last spoke with each other,” she said while shuffling through a few papers. “I trust the mission is going along well without my supervision?”

“Yes,” Belle replied. “I’ve received the files you’ve sent me and I’ve already targeted a family from the list.”

Lilah nodded. “And how is it?”

“Six are already dead,” Belle replied.

Lilah stopped her shuffling and glanced up at Belle in shock mixed with awe. She really didn’t know whether to be pleased at how well the mission was going or afraid of how much blood lust this woman had.

“Then I congratulate you on getting this far without any hitches,” the female attorney replied. It was an old speech with a practiced air. She had given it to many of her clients and hired help quite a few times before.

“It wasn’t difficult,” Belle answered making a dismissive gesture. “The addresses you gave me made the tracking of the family members down far more easier.”

Lilah pursed her lips and considered their mission. Six members were already dead, which meant they were nearing on the ritual. She hadn’t really expected to get this far so soon, but she would adapt like she always did.

“Alright,” she said with a nod. “You only need three more… how soon will it be before you can do the ritual?”

“Soon,” was the woman’s monosyllabic answer. “My assumption is that it’ll be in less then one week.”

“Impressive,” Lilah commended. She was having difficulty in trying to keep a straight face. When she dealt with people like Belle, she always had to be certain that she didn’t let her stronger emotions surface. Belle’s type was the radical, they did what they wanted and seemed calm most of the time but occasionally they would explode out into a rage. They usually had rather composed tempers, but Lilah knew from experience that not all was exactly what they seemed to be.

“And now we get onto the matter of payment. Name your currency and we can deliver.”

“I want blood,” the woman said.

“Blood?” Lilah asked. She was rather taken aback but she supposed that it shouldn’t be surprising that a supernatural being wanted blood of all things.

“Blood,” Belle repeated. She leaned forward while gripping the forearms of her chair. “I want blood. Money has no meaning for me since I can take whatever I want with no problem. But blood is different… blood is… the key to everything.”

“I see…” Lilah murmured. “Then I’ll get you your blood, is there any preference to what type?”

“No,” she replied.

The female attorney nodded. “Alright then, I’ll give half of your payment now and the rest after I’m satisfied with the ends.”

“That will be suitable,” the woman replied. “If that’s all then I’ll be leaving.”

Lilah gestured towards the door. “That’s all,” she replied. “Wolfram and Hart will provide you with whatever supplies you need. You have my cell number so I want a call as soon as you’re ready to perform the ritual.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Belle said.

She stood up and headed towards the door. Lilah stared after her and sighed in relief once the Sorceress was gone. That woman was uncanny and she looked as if she were the walking dead. She wasn’t like vampires who can blend amongst the crowds easily, but like those zombies out of those old B movies.

The Sorceress was too pale, as if she had the blood drained right of her, which was what Lilah suspected. The woman was probably suicidal; she had noticed the scars that had been crisscrossing her arms. Some of the scars were fresh while others were old.

When dealing with the supernatural, Lilah was always left with a sense of uneasiness. Unfortunately for her, dealing with the paranormal was an every day event. She was pretty certain that a few more months of therapy would keep her from going insane for a while longer.

“How did Lindsey ever stand this?” Lilah muttered as she filed the folder away.

She jumped once again when the intercom buzzed.



All through the morning and until the afternoon, the Hyperion lobby had remained rather listless with no sign of anyone having been in it for quite a while. There were papers on the counter that were stacked up pretty high and a few books littered the couches and chairs.

Wesley was locked away in his office, staring at the wall while Angel was upstairs sleeping. The rest of Angel Investigations were gone and there seemed to be no indication that they would be back anytime soon.

Life had a strange way when it came to how a person lived it. Some, for example, weren’t even living, yet somehow they were leading better lives then others. The former watcher and the Investigation’s vampire with a soul both took an about turn in their lives.

The watcher, who was once a man who loved to study and was rather talkative, was now the man who couldn’t calm his mind enough to concentrate on page. The vampire went out to movies and ice cream shops and played Nintendo games with his friends albeit badly but lived the life he didn’t possess.

These about turns were not lost on their surrounding friends who approved and at the same time disapproved of them. Tired of having to deal with such emotionally unfit people, Cordelia had decided it was time for her to buy some new clothes and that it’d been a long time since Angel’s card had been maxed out. She dragged Fred along with her deeming that it was high time the girl had some nicer clothes and Gunn, who was the only one out of the gang asides from Angel and Wesley who had his own form of transportation.

And it was thus leading to the trio coming back to the Hyperion, carrying many bags and shoeboxes filled with a morning of shopping bliss. And certainly did their day end with a bang, when they had encountered a rather ‘friendly’ demon during their trip home.

Wesley heard their groans right when they entered the lobby and cocked his head slightly to see the trio through his office window. It was certainly a shocking sight to see all three of them beaten up and bruised while at the same time carrying large bags filled with clothes. He immediately sprung out of his chair and rushed to his companion’s aid.

“What happened?” he demanded once he was out of his office.

“Demon,” Cordelia answered. “Big… slimy… yucky demon.”

Wesley soon helped Fred unload her burden and led her gently to one of the couches while Cordelia and Gunn followed suite and left a pile of clothes on the floor. They joined Fred on the couch and were more or less relaxed.

“My butt hurts,” Cordelia muttered. “It’s just gonna be sore for a week.”

“Well…” Wesley tugged at his collar. It was a certain sign that he was uncomfortable. “Is anything broken?”

“Well I’ve felt broken before and so I can assure you, Wesley that it’s a definite no,” Cordelia answered.

“Jeez!” An arrogant tone of voice floated into the lobby. “What is that smell?”

All four people in the lobby glanced up to see the final member and founder of their team come down the stairs. The vampire with a soul stopped at the bottom of the steps and locked gazes with Cordelia and immediately became sheepish.

“Oh! I mean…” he trailed off and immediately averted his gaze.

“For your information it was the slime of a demon,” Cordelia snapped. “I was the unlucky girl who had the luck of being in its way when the thing began puking.”

“Well… you killed it right?” Angel asked as he went behind the lobby counter.

The slimed trio rolled their eyes. Angel held his hands up in mock surrender and then reached behind the counter searching for what he knew would remedy their wounds. His face brightened when he found the wanted first-aid kit.

“Here it is,” he said and held the kit up for the group to see. “So why exactly did the demon barf?”

“Gunn kicked it in the stomach,” Fred blurted out before anyone else could answer.

“Thank you Fred for stealing my thunder,” Gunn muttered. “Yeah I whooped that bad ass demon’s slimy green butt.”

“Well I’m glad there’s a few people I can depend on to protect the ladies while I’m not around,” Angel said with a large grin. “Here you go Wesley.”

He handed the former Watcher the medical kit after he took out whatever supplies he needed and began attending Gunn who looked the most beat up out of the three. Wesley nodded his thanks and went to attend Cordelia who winced every time he even grazed a wound. After he was finished with Cordelia he moved onto Fred with slight hesitation. Fred herself greeted him with a grin, which reassured him that she didn’t mind. Once the trio was fixed he backed off and timidly turned to retreat back to his office.

Though he found himself unable to move when someone grabbed the scruff of his collar and hauled him onto the couch.

“Oh no you don’t, bucko,” Cordelia said. She was on her feet now and was giving the Watcher a stern gaze. “You can’t leave just yet.”

“Wha-why not?” Wesley demanded.

“Because the gang and I have a surprise for you,” Cordelia replied. She shoved a beautifully wrapped box into his arms. “This is a present we picked out for you and Angel spent quite a lot of money on it.”

“I did?”

Angel clamped his mouth shut when Cordelia shot him one of her patent glares. He exchanged wary glances with Gunn who merely shrugged.

“Well…?” Cordelia asked when she noticed that the Watcher had not moved an inch upon receiving his gift. “Aren’t you going to open it?”

“Cordelia…” Wesley began. “It’s wonderful that you… all four of you guys took the time out to get me something, but I don’t deserve your presents… nor do I deserve your pity.”

“This isn’t pity!” Fred exclaimed. “It’s just a… ‘We’re Glad You’re Our Boss’ thing!”

“Fred!” Gunn and Cordelia exclaimed simultaneously.

“Whoopsies…” Fred appeared bashful and quickly ran behind Angel who in turn was chuckling.

“Well now you know what it is, open it,” Cordelia urged.

Wesley sighed but relented. He carefully unwrapped the present, making sure he didn’t crease the paper or tear the wrapping. The rest of Angel Investigations waited patiently until he had completely unwrapped the present. It was a gold plated plaque with the names of the team engraved at the bottom and his name at the top. And just like Fred had said, there were words at the top reading “We’re Glad You’re Our Boss.”

“This is… beautiful,” Wesley murmured. He ran his hands over his name and smiled weakly. “I’ll be sure to have it up on my wall. Thank you…”

“No prob’ dude,” Gunn replied. “You looked like you needed some cheering up anyway. So that’s why tonight we’re gonna go out... the entire gang together and we’re gonna have the best night of our lives.”

“Angel’s treat,” Cordelia added.

“What? Uh… I mean yeah, sure.”

The vampire sighed and scratched the back of his neck. “Well I guess going out tonight won’t be a problem except the three of you need some rest, so why don’t you guys go upstairs and sleep? I’ll be sure to wake you when the sun sets… and Wesley you too.”

“Oh… that’s alright…” Wesley said and stood up.

“Come on Wes,” Fred said. She grasped his forearm and dragged him upstairs along with her. The rest of the gang made no protest and actually welcomed the thought of sleep.

“I’ll just take care of the mess,” Angel said more to himself then to his companions who were already up the stairs.

With a decidedly immature groan, the more then two-century-old vampire went about cleaning the lobby. He began his job half-heartedly and was barely halfway through cleaning when it was soon a few hours before sunset.

Angel was standing in the middle of the lobby with a stack of shoeboxes in his arms when the doors to the Hyperion opened causing a stream of sunlight to slice the room in half. The vampire quickly threw himself to the side and dropped the boxes. He winced slightly and knew that Cordelia was going to be upset.

He glanced up to see the head and neck of a woman peeking into the lobby she glanced around nervously and seemed unsure of herself. He quickly picked himself from the ground and brushed the dirt off before turning his attention towards her. He tried to put on his most cordial smile and approached the woman.

“Can I help you?” He asked.

“Ummm… am I at the right place?” she asked before stepping into the lobby.

Angel was careful to avoid the steady stream of sunlight that filtered in and gesture towards one of the couches. “Well if you’re looking for pizza you’ve definitely come to the wrong place, but if you’ve got a case then welcome.”

“Angel Investigations?” she asked.

“Yep, you’re here,” he said.

“In a hotel?”

“Yeah… pretty original huh?”

Angel grew serious once more when the woman’s face became deadpan. He sighed and wished desperately that one of the other members-even Fred! -was here to deal with this sort of thing. He just wasn’t cut out to play business agent.

“Well… anyway, you’ve got a case?” he ushered her towards one of the pouf couches and pulled up a chair for himself.

“I’m still not sure if I came to right place,” she squirmed in her seat. “I mean… it’s all weird.”

“That’s what we specialize in,” Angel replied with his most charming smile. “We deal with the…”

“Majorly freaky?” the woman supplied.

“Sure, why not?” Angel shrugged. “So what’s wrong?”

The woman finally stopped her squirming and glanced nervously towards Angel before fumbling with her purse. She dug through it momentarily before pulling out what appeared to be a piece of paper.

“Well it all started a few weeks ago,” she replied. “Three to be exact. First it was my auntie Eve, nobody thought much of it except for the usual mourning-cause she died ya know? The police wrote it off as a homicide and we were all angry and stuff like that until a few days later my cousin Benny died… exactly the same way as my aunt. The murders continued until six of my family members died and… well I’m worried that I maybe next.”

Angel arched an eyebrow and gestured for the woman to continue. “So what makes you think all of these cases are… of the majorly freaky kind?”

“This.” She held out what Angel had assumed to be a flimsy of paper but was really a crumpled photograph. He frowned as he studied the picture and tried his best to smooth out the surface on his knee.

The photograph had been taken at a widely tilted angle that suggested the person who’d taken it had most likely been in a hurry. From the lighting and the background of the photograph, Angel could easily tell that the person had been inside some sort of art studio.

Though it was not the angle or where the photograph had been taken that intrigued the dark haired vampire. His attention was focused on the creature that was more or less in the middle of the picture. It was a demon, but it somewhat resembled a lion with large teeth. Its body up to the neck was a scarlet red while its mane was a bright gold. The face was green in colour and it had its jaws wide open suggesting that it was in mid roar when the picture was taken.

“A strange photograph of a red and green lion?” he said and tried to guess what type of demon it was. No possible ideas came to mind.

“It’s real,” the woman said quickly. “That’s the freaky part. I mean how can demons be real? I refused to believe it, you know because Artie was a graphics designer and he could make these cool images with his computer programs…”

“Where did you get this?” Angel asked.

“Artie’s photo studio,” the woman answered. “He was my second cousin… the poor guy. It kinda makes sense ya know? All six of them were mauled to death… not much of them were left, save for a few body parts which was just like ‘ew’.”

“And the police just let you have this?” he asked incredulously.

“No… I kinda… found it in his camera before the police were there and swiped it,” the woman answered sheepishly. “So can you help me or not cause I’m a very busy women and I’m sure there are tons of other people out there that can solve this case-”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you,” he replied. “I just need to get more details. The name’s Angel by the way.”

“Selena Ferrier,” the woman replied. She frowned. “You name your own business after yourself?”

“I didn’t even…” Angel sighed. “Forget it. Anyway Selena, how old was your Aunt Eve?”



“So all six of them died the same way, huh?” Wesley asked as he pushed the pasta on his plate around.

Angel nodded and sipped slowly on his red wine. “Yeah… I did a trace on her family and only twelve of them are living here in LA. The rest of them are spread around the world.”

“God… I thought having three family members in the same town as you was bad enough… imagine having twelve of ’em around,” Cordelia said while swirling her very expensive champagne in her glass. Angel winced as he watched half of it spill over the rim and onto the tablecloth.

“I had to live with twenty family members in the same village,” Angel muttered and went back to his wine.

All four of the team members stared at him in awe for quite a while before Angel finally noticed their gazes and sighed. He set his glass down and arched his eyebrows silently demanding an explanation.

“What?” he asked. “Is there something on my face?”

“Uh no… but that was the first time you’ve actually told us something about your family!” Cordelia exclaimed. She grinned and eagerly leaned forward. “So tell us more.”

“I killed them all,” was Angel’s curt reply. “End of story.”

“Too bad I just can’t do that with my family without worry of being charged with murder,” Wesley said with a sigh.

His remark elicited worried glances from around the table. He gave the rest of the team a wry grin and held his hands up. “Joke!”

The rest of the gang sighed in relief and finally the group split into separate conversations. Cordelia spoke with Fred discussing the importance of having boys that had a sense of taste while Gunn and Wesley spoke of their latest demon battle. Angel watched the four with guarded apprehension before finally he decided to back off.

He went back to his wine tasting, which was pretty bland to his tongue, but some of the tanginess still lingered. Judging by the sour taste, Angel could tell that the wine was pretty cheap and probably only a few years old. He feigned interest in the colour of the drink while he carefully listened the two separate conversations beside him.

The restaurant that Cordelia had insisted on choosing was of course, expensive in taste, but nothing but the best for his friends, as Cordelia reminded him so often. He silently agreed with her, even if he were the one shelling out the money.

“Uh…” Cordelia’s voice rose catching everybody’s attention.

Angel felt an uneasy tingling at the pit of stomach and knew what was happening. He quickly swept in before Cordelia began her first spasm. Her cries of pain caught the attention of just about everyone in the restaurant. All conversations and consumption of evening meals ceased as Cordelia threw herself forward and nearly knocked the table over. Angel’s grip on her shoulders tightened as she dove forward even further.

Her spasms soon weakened and finally they stopped. Her trembling on the other hand became worse. Angel tried his best to soothe her and pulled her closer to him. “Hey,” he murmured. “It’s alright… the vision’s over.”

“I saw… people being murdered, three of them,” she murmured. “The name Ferrier… somewhere out in the suburbs and lions? No… they were red… some kind of demon that looks like a lion.”

Angel paused, the name Ferrier, the demons, they were clicking together with Cordelia’s vision. He quickly pulled out the photograph Selena had given him.

“These demons,” he said. “Did they look like this?”

He showed her the photograph and saw her eyes widen in shock. Cordelia nodded furiously and pushed the photograph away.

“Oh God… I think I’m going to be sick,” she covered her mouth and glanced the other way trying hard to resist the urge to retch,

“All of the victims were mauled to death,” Angel explained to the others. The three other members of the team nodded in sympathy. Seeing someone being torn apart in your mind was probably a bit gruesome. “Fred, take Cordelia home. Wesley, Gunn, you guys come with me; I’ve got some weapons in my car. I think I might need your help with this.”

Both of the boys nodded and quickly rushed out of the restaurant while Fred gently helped Cordelia onto her feet. Angel reached into his pocket and found his wallet and forked out a few hundred-dollar bills. He shoved it into the hands of a nearby busboy.

“Keep the change,” he muttered and followed his friends.



“So how do you know where to find the people in Cordy’s vision?” Gunn asked. He had to raise his voice to be heard over the din of the rustling wind.

“Oh I saved the paper with the trace,” Angel replied while keeping his eyes on the road. The vampire with a soul pulled a flimsy of paper from his pocket and handed it to Wesley who rode in the passenger seat with him.

“You tell me where to go,” he instructed.

“Uh… sure,” Wesley murmured.

The sheer volume of Wesley’s answer made Angel wince. He kept his eyes ahead of him, this whole situation with ordering Wesley around-he knew that this was the last thing he should be doing. He had to play it more subtly, Wesley was the leader of the group, but after recent events, the former Watcher had shied away from taking any sort of responsibility. This left the rest of the group hanging, which made Angel as the one to take charge of the group.

“Step back,” he said out loud.

“What?” Gunn asked. He was sitting directly behind the two right in the middle and was leaning forward studying the vampire and watcher.

“Nothing,” Angel answered.

“Er… Angel, we’re almost there,” Wesley said. “Take a right turn… here!!”

Which was what Angel did, he spun his car around making a sharp right turn and entered a rather quiet neighbourhood. There were no cars driving to and fro like the typical street of downtown LA instead all cars were safely tucked into the garages of the large suburban houses.

Gunn whistled as his eyes roved over the many homes. “It must cost the people here a fortune just to even be here!”

Angel nodded in approval when Wesley shushed Gunn quiet as he searched for the right address. It didn’t take long for the trio to identify the home of the Ferriers. The sounds screaming was a dead give away. They glanced down the block to see the lights of one house switch on and then the front door swing open. Three people, two boys and a girl rushed out occasionally screaming as they dashed down the block.

“I think we’ve found them,” Gunn muttered.

“I’d quite agree,” Wesley replied.

“So what should we do, boss?” Angel asked.

The former Watcher gave Angel a frown and thought about his answer. Though his time for thought was cut short when the two Ferrier boys rushed past the convertible. The trio paused to watch the two boys run off and disappear around the corner.

“I think it’d be best if we kill these demons,” Wesley suggested.

“Good idea!” Angel enthusiastically agreed.

Angel jumped out of his car and rushed to open the trunk. He pulled out his sword and smiled making a wide arc with the blade before rushing off to face whatever demons there were. It didn’t take him long to find the source of the Ferriers’ fright. Three lion like demons burst out of the front door of the Ferrier household. They may have resembled lions, but these demons were vastly different from them in many areas. For one thing, the demons were much taller then your average lion.

“Hey!” he exclaimed while waving his sword. “Why not try and chase me down huh? I’m big, I’m dead and I’m not reeking of sweat.”

For all of his efforts, Angel failed in catching the lion demons’ attention. The beasts merely gave the vampire a growl before rushing after the Ferriers. Two of them ran towards the direction of his car and the last one ran off the other way. Angel bolted after the one demon and knew fully well that Wesley and Gunn would be able to handle the two demons.

Even though his sword weighed him down, Angel had no trouble keeping the lion demon within eyesight and farther ahead of the demon was the female Ferrier who was clumsily running in the dark. The vampire was pretty certain that he had enough stamina to keep up with the lion demon and smirked when he found himself gaining on it.

His smirk immediately vanished when he caught the scent of blood wafting somewhere ahead of the lion demon. The direction of the scent told Angel that it wasn’t Wesley or Gunn’s nor could the blood belong to one of the male Ferriers. It also couldn’t belong to the female Ferrier since she was too far ahead to give off such a strong scent. It was somewhere close and it was human.

Lost in his thoughts, Angel neither saw nor had any sort of warning when something large rammed into him, knocking him backwards. The vampire with a soul slid across the ground and growled as his sword was flung out of his grip.

Angel glanced up and gauged what had hit him. A large, leathery beast with glowing orange eyes stared down at him. Angel noted the fact that this beast was somewhat reminiscent to a gorilla, save for the fact that it had paws with claws the size of stakes and teeth that were longer then Angel’s forearm.

“A gorilla demon… great… cause that’s exactly what I need to fight right now,” Angel muttered.

The vampire didn’t even get the chance to reach for his sword. The gorilla demon growled and jumped forward. Its large paws wrapped around Angel. The dark haired vampire grunted and struggled out of the demon’s grip. He knew after a few seconds of struggling that the demon was as strong as it appeared to be. The beast growled and in one quick motion the demon had shoved the vampire into its mouth.

End Chapter One.

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