I screamed for Talek as the entity raked my font side across the rough floor. The slicky surface slithering and molding around my bones and muscles as that of one of those three-inch gel memory foam mattress toppers; only this gel didn't have the pleasant cooling effect but a blistering heat slapping at every inch it could manage to touch. My chest was burning, my stomach on fire as the ground harbored the deadly scorching effect - was I in hell?

I managed another loud yell (through an early stage of a hoarse throat) at the thing just as it released its grip and my utter round trip had come to an abrupt departure. I could hear his voice; the tone I wanted to never leave again.

I winced up and through pensive eyes to wonder if I somehow manifested a hallucination caused by the immense heat: no such luck.

I was still surrounded by an intense circulation of fire.

"Are you positive you've no idea whom I may be?" he asked behind a sadistic grin.

He appearance more torn; malice; the face and arms were whipped in gashed openings. The hair; eyes; the eyebrows; the way he held his stare weren't carried by the male before; this demon had begun deteriating slowly back to its more sinister version.

My chin burned as drips of red liquid splattered against the dusty soil between my stammering arms. I only shook my head in disagreement as I had honestly no clue who he might be. All I did know was he had all the makings of a demon; except for how pretty he appeared; no demon I had ever been in contact with had any type of suavity to behold.

"Now, that's a shame really..." He said amused. Reaching a palm over the licking flame with a playful grab at it. "...that your world only divulges what it chooses and keeps so many interesting facts in such tightly wrapped secrets.... err... secrets that could've prepared you for my potential arrival... my desires... the bargains that which were never completed." He added, glaring behind me towards the banging that Talek had still been making.

"He's insatiable... isn't he?" He hypothesized. Glazing over Taleks continued efforts behind the plate of glass. "Reminds me so much of that lost love of mine...err... you two show entirely the same tired cliché characteristics, as those who've fell to that of the blinders of an inescapable passion."

The assumption that he knew of any kind of love shocked me; let alone someone else loving him back in a way that I felt I could with Talek... the abrupt thought of not being able to see or be with Talek again shook at my chest. Was the caring I felt evolving perhaps more upward on the scale towards the top tier of: love?

I didn't want to listen to all this bull...these possible fabrications he was spewing out of his red lined lips. His girthy silhouette was convincingly intimidating, but then again, if I were to go that route of specific detail, then Talek and much of all that I come across would also fall under that category.

I asked the proverbial question to move past whatever memories he may be traveling over. "Who are you then?" I quipped.

He sighed; Seemingly stunned I'd asked such a ridiculous question.

"I just need the contents of that necklace dear... that pretty little medal medallion holds my freedom."

Instinctively wrapping my palm around the heirloom; as if that would protect it from an entity at this caliber. A small and irreverent piece of the metal jabbed into my palm as it closed around it... whatever it held in it was gone. If I could remember, nothing about this piece had any indication of being nothing more than a (one of the rarest forms of stone to be found according to my grandmother) tipped onto the bottom to finish the shape.

I suddenly remembered the burning sensations scorching my chest as I fell onto the ground hard; then continuing to scald me as I came to this destination.

I rubbed my thumb secretly across the middle of my breastbone; fearful as the discovery of broken skin cells, and muscle gaped a few centimeters apart.

Whatever the tube had once held on to in secret was now trekking throughout my system.

It was in me!

I'd have to play reasonable caution to his full attention set on getting this, or it's final moments for me.

"It's...it's... my grandma's..." I countered. Showing an effort in unwilling to depart with the only remnants I had of her.

"That holds no merit to me..." he grumbled. "...just hand over the jewelry and... you can... go..." he avowed.

What side of stupidity did he think I woke up on? The act of sincerity could put up on veil for many others but not at these eyes. I believed that sentence as much as I believed that heaven keeps an eye out for all the evil the world.

He winked teasingly. "No worries... those stones do nothing for me... never been much for that pocus juice... at least no one here as has mentioned their demise from them."

Nevertheless, the stone had been surgically forced beneath skin and muscle; it was not leaving my chest anytime soon; little choice in that.

I watched him wisely as to not think nothing was uncapable by him.

He played the pretty boy convincingly enough as he continued to maintain the bits he could; but I could see the real essence of himself behind the rotting and handsome body suit crawling at me in such a casual and stalker manner; his palms and torn up jeans battered to smut against the ground. He had lost the most concealed portion of himself by way of his eyes; bliss gave way to the devilish he protruded out his milky pores. He wasn't fooling me tonight... err... day... whatever time it may be.

The pounding behind had deceased, and frankly worried me as to why Talek would suddenly become victim to silence.

I slid back and to side so that I could glance at the wall of glass and keep a watchful eye out for creeptacular to my right. He was glued to my chest, as like a male coming into hormones would also fall blatantly under; of course, don't we all give in to animal instincts at some point and time?

In a movement that could only be captured in a high-speed camera; a blur streak of smoke was what my human eyes could make it out to be. Jensen caught an arm in motion of another bang against the surface; hooking an arm around Talek's neck; taking a meaty bite into his flesh; the splatter it hard against the glass; cascading down in red strips. Talek's lungs poured out into a harrowing yell; crooning from baritone to a rough and ragged howl. Jensen held on tight; lips smudged by crimson liquid; as they both were thrashing and twisting in any attempt to keep the upper hand; the battle forced them both away from the mirror.

I wriggled on the ground and instantly pushed up against the surface.

I found them still brawling just a few feet away as I seemingly found myself useless trapped behind this wall; unable to help him.

Struggling against the werewolf's strength, Talek began to bulge... here... there, almost instantly over his physique; was he morphing himself? He couldn't have been a werewolf nor a wendigo; the only other types of supernatural beings was what... err ... shapeshifters.

Ohmygawd!

That would explain the odd fur he had found after we were floating... and now this! This is an entirely different animal; no quills to be seen spouting through his grey t-shirt; of course, the bulking that was taken place was immensely snagging and tearing away the fabric.

His eyes anguished but sterling in the pale color they had polluted to. His open mouth showcasing every tooth within, as one... two... then several fell onto the ground; as the empty crevice's were being protruded down – then up – into sharper, slender triangle points; his jaw cracking and hinging out; reaching inches to a stop, he started resembling that of some deranged and humanized breed of mastiff; as if a dog and a human had disgustingly reproduce an offspring.

Suddenly, the features were all too familiar, almost an exact replica of the hell mutt that chased me in the courtyard – the hound was Talek? How is that possible with the dog being blown to nothing but it's guts and ashes?

A sudden sensation of searing fingers brought me out of the recall, as he searched sensually along my neck; reaching his tentacles around and underneath my jawline; to point if chosen could easily had choke me. I heard him inhale, as I felt promptly the air from lower the area of my cranium being pulled away from the scalp: he was sniffing me; intently at that!

"He's not exactly what you would classify as a typicality..." He cooed. "Quite special that one..." he added whiffing my ovate shaped head.