Fluttering my eyes open, I quickly gain my bearings. I'm standing near the front door of an old, dimly lit pub where the strong stench of beer and smoke enters my nostrils.

I'll never understand humans and their odd obsession with alcohol.

The blood red walls and dark theme give it a foreboding atmosphere. There are only a few people here, probably because it's still light out, and they thankfully didn't notice my sudden appearence. I can feel that dreadful aura somewhere close, it spreads through the air like a disease, forcing everyone to feel sorrowful and anxious.

My eyes scan over every person in view, until they land on the back of a man sitting at a circular bar on the other side of the room. He stands out in a crisp, white dress shirt and black slacks.

Weaving confidently between tables and chairs, I make my way to the bar. I slide gracefully into the seat next to the demon, his heavy aura seems to wrap around me, threatening to suffocate me. It's a dark and ruthless aura that would send a shiver down anyones spine. It's obvious he feels my presence as he freezes while raising his glass, then a malicious grin splits across his face. Stands of inky black hair fall over his forehead and his dark feline like eyes swarm him with a sense of mystery.

"I heard you were looking for someone," I say conversationally, without sparing him a glance.

The glint of dark, malevolent eyes slide to me and he looks me over from head to toe, before taking another sip of his drink. The ice clinks against the glass as he sets it back down. His power is very old and very strong. My lips twitch upwards at the idea of a fight with him, it would be interesting to say the least.

"Actually, they found me," he answers coolly in a low, smooth voice. I can hear the smirk in his tone.

Before I can say anything else, a thin, male bartender with shaggy blonde hair walks over to stand in front of us. His expression is uneasy as his eyes linger on the demon, before they eventually fall on me. I'm sure it's obvious to him that we both aren't from around here.

"Can I get you anything?" he asks, lazily lifting a brow in my direction.

"You have insurance here?" I ask, a smirk gracing my features.

He shifts unsurely before answering, "Insurance? Uh, well no."

"That's too bad," I mutter.

Before the demon can process my words, I shoot up from my seat so fast that the chair clatters to the ground behind me. I grab a fist full of his hair and slam his face into the bar. Reaching over the bar with my other hand, almost inhumanly fast, I grip the neck of a large glass bottle and crack it over the back of his head. It shatters on impact, leaving the broken, sharp pieces in my hand. The demon's head whips up and he grins at me, flashing bloody teeth.

Meanwhile, the bartender recoils, quickly retreating to the other side of the bar, watching us in horror. The few people in the pub rush out, not wanting to be caught in a vicious fight.

The demon's hand shoots out, latching tightly around my throat. I grip the last of the broken bottle in my hand before driving the shards into his side, right under his ribs. He grunts in pain but doesn't ease his grip on my neck. I twist the glass, forcing it deeper into him and his hand loosens.

My hand curls into a fist and I bring it back, only to slam it into his jaw with a thunderous sound that echoes throughout the interior of the building. His head snaps to the side and the white of his eyes turn black, he then hisses at me like a snake. A violent, strong wave of my power forces his body to fly off of me and into the opposite wall with detrimental force that momentarily dazes him. The old dry wall cracks and splinters around him when he crashes into it.

Turning to the terrified bartender clinging to the wall, I say, "Sorry for the mess."

I don't have the chance to see his reaction, because I stride toward the demon and fist his shirt with both hands before transporting us to the cabin.