Accidental Demon Slayers: Daughter of Darkness pt. 31

Things at the park had remained quiet.  Brittany and Rico had stayed in the security room, a desk pushed against the door, just in case.  The large, picture windows looking out over the park gave them a view of the sunset in the distance. 

“We should have left when we had the chance.”  Rico’s face was pitch white, and his voice shook with fear. 

“It wouldn’t have mattered.  It’s obvious those things have no problem moving around during the daytime.  If they wanted to attack us, they would have.”  Brittany was annoyed. 

She was stuck there with a man who still couldn’t wrap his head around everything that they were dealing with.  Yes, it was a bit odd.  Okay, a lot odd, but he was a ghost hunter.  He should be use to the spooky shit by now.  Instead he was huddled in a chair, shaking like a small child.  She was half expecting him to start sucking his thumb. 

“I’m sorry.”  Rico looked away from her.  “I know I’m… well, right now I seem pretty useless.  It’s just that…” 

“Look,” Brittany took a deep breath, “you can’t clam up, okay?  I know you’re scared.  I’m scared, too, but I understand that if the shit hits the fan, I need to duck.  You can handle this Rico.  You’re not alone.  You have me.”

She still needed to work on her sugar coating, but she had to give it a try.  Yelling at Rico was not going to help this situation. 

“No offense, Brittany, but you don’t strike me as someone who can really take down an army of demon elves.”  His words were mumbled. 

Brittany raised her hand, concentrating hard on the flesh.  While her true form was not much different from her human form, there were slight variations that she had to mask.  Some of it was through simple cosmetics, like contacts to hide her black eyes.  Her other option was mental magic. 

As she focused, she pulled the spell she had cast away from her hand, letting it’s true, gnarled, claw-like form be exposed. 

Rico gasped. 

“Trust me, I have experience with these kinds of things,” she smiled, “because I am these kinds of things.” 

Rico shot to his feet, stumbling away from her. 

“You’re a… you’re a…”  His eyes were so wide they looked like they would bug out of his head. 

“I’m a demon.”  Brittany stood, her hand returning to its human form.  “I’m just working for the good guys.” 

“You mean… I had sex with a demon?”  The words tumbled out of his mouth so quickly Brittany almost didn’t understand them. 

“Of all the things to be worried about, you bring up the fact that we slept together?”  She really couldn’t mask her frustration. 

Sex?  He wasn’t worried if she was going to rip his heart out and feed it to a hellhound, or if she was going to seize his soul for her dark master? He was shocked that he had banged a demon? 

She actually felt kind of hurt.  Had she gone so soft that not even a fricken wimp like Rico was afraid of her? 

Before she could contemplate this fact anymore, she was pulled back to reality by the sound of shattering glass. 

She turned in time to see a small, red, round object shoot through the picture window, spraying glass across the security room.  Instinctively Brittany grabbed Rico, shielding him from the flying shards.  If they cut her, she would heal quickly, but if Rico got hurt he would be useless. 

Another object flew through the shattered window frame, then another.  When the barrage was finally finished, she counted six objects.  The thing that worried her is, when she looked for the red balls, she couldn’t find them. 

“What the fuck was that?”  Rico was standing in the middle of the room, shaking.  Brittany was pretty sure that he was moments away from going into complete shock. 

“I don’t know.  Just keep your guard up, okay.”  She glanced at him, and realized how useless her command was. 

She froze when she heard giggling.  At first it came from a corner, seemingly behind a stack of old security tapes.  Then she heard another, this time from a different corner of the room.  A third one came from under the security console itself. 

“Rico, I need you to do me favor.”  She glanced at him.  “I need you move to the center of the room.  Keep your eyes on that corner, and the security console.”  She slowly backed towards the center of the room herself.  “Keep your focus, okay?  Don’t look at me.  Just keep watching those spots.” 

Rico did as he was told, and she stood next to him, back to back.  “Now, I’m going to have to let me guard down.  Are you going to freak out of you see me change again?” 

“Depends.” 

“On?” 

“How freaky it is?”  He didn’t turn to look at her. 

“You saw the worst of it.  You okay?”  She kept her voice soft, calm.  She didn’t need him freaking out more then he already was. 

“Okay.”  He nodded. 

Brittany pulled her spell back, and her hands slipped back into their claw like form.  She could feel her muscles tightening up, and her teeth began to sharpen and elongate.  Rico didn’t look at her, but she could tell that he was more focused on the random giggles coming from all over the room. 

Something ran past them, and Rico screamed.  For a brief second Brittany could see their enemy.  It was the elf children from the boat ride.  As it ran past she caught a glimpse of something metallic and sharp clasped in it’s doll like hand. 

Rico shrieked as one of the elf children launched itself out from behind the stack of videos.  The little thing flew threw the hair, it’s mouth snapping opened and closed, revealing sharp, white teeth.  It held a small hatchet over it’s head, and it was aiming straight for Rico’s face. 

Brittany spun around Rico turning towards the demonic mini-elf.  She reached up, her reflexes lightening fast, and snatched the small creature out of the air.  With one, fierce twist she ripped it’s head off, sending out a stream of black, foul smelling ooze. 

She chucked the limp, doll like body away, and braced her self for the next attack. 

This time several of them, probably four in total, rushed them.  At the same time, the door to the security office started to rattle again. 

Rico was screaming, dodging, trying to keep away from the elf children’s blades, and their gnashing teeth, but she saw a few blows hit.  She moved as fast as she could to swat them away, or rip them to shreds, but they were moving too quickly. 

A cut opened on Rico’s shoulder as a blade slashed at him.  He winced, falling to his knees, clutching the bleeding wound.  The elf child holding the blade was clinging to the front of Rico’s shirt, and it had it’s hand raised to strike again. 

Brittany reached down, grabbing the elf child, a little girl, by the head, and started to squeeze.  It let out an unearthly howl, as it’s small, plaster head began to collapse on itself.  She felt a sudden shock of pain in her leg as a blade cut into her calf, and she chucked the doll in her hand at the wall.  It hit with a splat, it’s body exploding upon impact. 

“Rico, I could use a little help here!”  Brittany reached down, trying to grab the small creature stabbing at her leg, but it darted away before she could get it.  Another one launched at her, slashing it’s blade across her chest, and ripping open her shirt. 

“What do I…”  Rico was up, looking around, trying to pull one of the creatures off of his back.  He stumbled backwards quickly, smashing his back against the wall.  The creature squeaked, and exploded. 

That was three.  They only had three more, and whatever was hidden behind the still rattling door. 

Brittany felt something catch her ankle, and she fell over.  She saw one of the elf children standing on the security console, tossing a long needle from hand to hand.  It was giggling wildly.  Before it could pounce, a monitor came crashing down on it, splattering it’s insides all over the security console. 

Rico stood there, his face red, his hands clutched into fists. 

“Nice!”  Brittany jumped to her feet, wincing as her injured leg took on weight.  “Only two more.”

“And me!”  A high-pitched, female voice came from the other side of the door.  “Let me in on the fun, too!  I want another crack at the demon whore!  One bite just wasn’t enough.  I want to eat her whole!” 

“Let mama in!”  Two squeaky, child like voices chimed in. “Let mama in!  Let her play, too!” 

One of the elf children charged at Brittany’s shins, but it wasn’t fast enough.  Brittany swooped down, picking it up.  The thing wriggled in her hands, snapping at her fingers.  In what must have seemed like a blur, Brittany grabbed the doll’s head and twisted.  Then, with a hard yank, she pulled the head from the body. 

“One more.”  Brittany turned towards the door.  “You hear me you demonic elfin bitch!  Only one more of your little pain in the ass babies left!  Then I’m coming after you!  Be afraid, be very afraid.” 

“The servants of the Nameless know no fear.”  The mama elf’s voice was calm.  “We only have one goal, to do their bidding.”  The door stopped rattling.  “They do not require you, or the human male, and so they will let us feast on your ripe flesh.  Only those working as hosts to the Scribe’s creations are needed.  You are worthless!  You are food!” 

Rico cried out as the last elf child leapt onto his back, stabbing him in the shoulder with a rusty pair of scissors. 

“Son of a bitch!”  Rico reached back, pulling the elf child off of him, and throwing it into the floor. 

The elf child squealed as Rico stomped it to death.

The door to the room burst open, and the elf woman rushed in, but Brittany was faster.  She grabbed the elf woman by the front of her little red, overall dress, and slammed her against the wall. 

“Useless!  You are lower then cattle!”  The elf woman shrieked and squirmed. 

“Who are the Nameless?”  Brittany slammed the elf woman against the wall again.  “Who are the Scribes?” 

“Our masters!  The creators, and the faithful!  They shall return to this realm.”  The elf woman’s voice was a hiss.  “They shall use the promised vessel to return to this realm, and continue their creation of the new gods!”  The little doll began to cackle.  “Out with the old gods, in with the new!” 

“Holy shit!”  Rico was looking at the security monitors. 

“What?” Brittany turned towards him. 

On the monitor she could see Ujin, spider like arms jutting out of his back, as he crawled along the small, faux cabin roofs.  Clutched in two of his arms was a screaming Rita. 

“The vessel is here!  The ceremony can begin!  All hail the name…” 

Brittany smashed her fist through the elf woman’s head, silencing her squawking, and dropping her to the ground.

She walked towards Rico.  “I need you to go to the front gate, okay?” 

“What?  Why?” He had started to regain his color.  He no longer appeared scared.  No, he looked pissed. 

“You’re injured, and I don’t want you getting killed.”  She placed her hand on his cheek.  “Just go to the gate, okay?  When Clare gets here, tell her what that elf woman told us.” 

“What about you?”  Rico’s anger seemed to subside for a moment. 

“I’m going to the temple.”  Brittany kissed him, and ran out of the security room.  She never looked back, knowing that Rico would follow her orders.