âAlice Blackburn, what you just didâ¦â Peter stopped and shook his head. âIt was irresponsible, careless, and one of the most heroic deeds Iâve ever seen.â He pulled me into a quick hug.
Beyond shocked, I didnât respond. Just stood there. As trainees physical contact wasnât a regular occurrence, especially between trainers and their students.
âLetâs go find the others. They canât be far,â he said, releasing me I nodded, a numb euphoria coursing through my veins. I wasnât ready to be done.
We exited the club and blended with the crowd. Swirling red and blue lights filled the sky. Police cars, a fire truck, and an ambulance had arrived on the scene. Crews helped those whoâd been wounded while the police went inside.
âWhere are they?â I asked Peter, searching the crowd for the rest of our group.
âIâm guessing they went back to our meet up spot. Letâs go.â
Before weâd gone two feet, the air changed. Overhead it was like spilled ink over white paper and a thick darkness descended. It roared past the Spanish styled buildings, blocking out the stars and the three-quarter moon.
âWhatâs happening?â Iâd put my knife back in my boot but I itched to have it in my hand once again.
âItâs the demon. Heâs called the menials who serve him. The hunt is on.â
Peter was right. The impenetrable darkness wasnât just night, but hordes of rat-like menial demons. With them they brought the strong stench of sulfur and decaying flesh.
âAnd me without my sword,â I said sarcastically.
Peter chuckled. âYouâre such a warrior.â He searched our surroundings. âWe need some cover.â
âCan the humans see the menials?â I asked hurrying after Peter past the people. They didnât seem afraid but milled around like the menials werenât there.
âThey can probably feel their presence, but no, not unless the demons want them to. Come on.â Peter took off running. âWe need to get away from everyone,â he shouted as he ran directly into the menials.
I followed, grabbing the knife from my boot as a dozen rats swooped in front of me. I gutted one and punched another as I tried car doors along the street. Finally I found an old beater and dove in, slamming a demon in the door when it shut.
The rats were everywhere, so thick I couldnât see anything else, not even Peter.
I hoped he was okay.
The passenger side door opened and a guy got in.
âWhat theâ Get out,â I shouted. Heâd scared me and Iâd nearly stabbed him in the throat.
He pushed my hand away, careful to avoid the pointy end of the knife. âYou realize they can get into the car if they want. You arenât safe in here.â As he spoke one of the menials slammed against the windshield. Shattered glass went everywhere and bit into my face, neck, and arms.
I ignored them as the guy grabbed the little demon by the neck with both hands and twisted until there was a pop. It immediately turned to dark ash. âOne down, a million to go.â He smirked and reached through the glass, grabbing another.
The move surprised me. He surprised me. Who the crap was he? It was obvious he knew about the demons and also had abilities. Not to mention heâd been well trained, but he didnât look like a Dark Moth.
With one demon dead, a dozen more started through. I cut at them and was quickly covered in demon goo.
âTake my hand,â the guy said, holding it out.
âNo way.â I didnât know the guy. I preferred to take my chances with the rats.
âOkay, but Iâm out.â He opened the door and disappeared into the sea of demons, fighting and punching as he went.
In moments, it became apparent he was wise to leave. The menials had me pinned against the seat and were biting and clawing at my skin. âGet off of me.â I stabbed one in the neck and wrung anotherâs. Demon ash covered me and combined with the blood from the places where Iâd been bitten.
I growled as one of them pulled my hair and another bit my cheek. My knife was snatched from my hand and a demon sank its putrid teeth into my flesh. âThatâs it.â In the past I could count on one hand the number of times I used my demon powers. In truth, they were scary and I preferred to use my weapons. But with a dozen demons pinning me inside the car, I had no choice. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, feeling for the strength. It raced along my veins, changing the color of my blood to black as it swelled and burst out from every one of my pores.
Continuing to focus, I kept my eyes closed as the menials squealed in pain. Ash soaked me like rain in a thunderstorm. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see a cobalt light emanating off my skin and pushing outward. Every demon that came in contact with it was instantly incinerated.
Though Iâd learned about the power each Dark Moth possessed in school, seeing it was completely different. I felt formidable and unstoppable and if I were honest, a little out of control. But I wasnât going to question it, not right them. Blood dripped from my cheek and onto my hand as I pushed the door open and climbed out.
Humans were wandering around, still dazed from whatâd happened in the club. One of the medical professionals came over and asked if I needed help. The shield that surrounded me and kept the demons at bay didnât faze him or maybe he couldnât see it because he walked right through it.
âIâm fine,â I said and took off, heading in the direction of the parking garage.