Flash!

After a quick shower with Azara we made our way back down stairs to find a rather organised living room full of suitcases and belongings that Angela and Helena were checking over whilst Amy made herself a drink. Julia watched Azara and I descend the stairs with a knowing smile, though it wouldn't be hard to figure out we just had sex considering how Azara clung to my arm like a kitten demanding attention from her owner.

"I knew you could do it" Julia grins as she winks at me, and I can't help but return the blonde bombshells infectious smile myself.

"Alright, should have everything we need, now all we need to do is decide where we are going" Angela calls, hands on her shapely hips as Helena nods from beside her.

Without warning all the hairs on my body stand on end as I go stiff, Azara too goes stiff eyes wide and narrowing as her claws slip out of her glamour dropping down low with a hiss.

Something was coming.

A blinding flash and a painful bang suddenly blind everyone in the room as the windows are smashed in. I can hear shouting but it sounds far away, the sound of gunfire and flesh tearing.

Suddenly a pair of hands grip the sides of my head and the ringing fades, my vision returning to drink in the visage of Angela who is holding my head in her hands,

"We need to go Daniel! Right now!" She screams grabbing my hoodie and trying to drag me to my feet as I take in the scene around me.

Julia and Amy were crouched behind the kitchen counter, my mother running over to them as bullets ripped through the house in a chaotic rain of carnage. At least a half dozen men in SWAT gear lay dead on the ground, flesh and bone ripped apart as Azara stood in the middle of the room roaring like a lioness, claws dripping with blood and sinew, bullets bouncing off her skin.

Still dazed, Angela drags me down behind the counter as I struggle to hold my glamour, red eyes glowing once more, and claws growing long again.

"What do we do!" Amy cries, tears streaming as she winces in pain and grabs me by the arm, Julia is huddled behind her trying to cover her own head as glass and wood shower the five of us.

Rage. Rage suddenly fills me. The same controlled anger that fills a soldiers body when under fire, that same pure unadulterated wrath that you direct like a lance at the enemy.

"Stay here!" I roar, rising to my full height and leaping over the counter as SWAT tries to surround Azara.

Two officers stand in my path, and both are dispatched in one move as I crouch down low, picking up the one on the left below the knee and throwing him with all my strength into his buddy, sending both flying through the front door with an explosion of splinters and shattered glass, the whole door ripped away from it's frame, not that there was a frame left at all to begin with.

Azara's eyes flick to me, full of worry for my safety as the bullets slowly stop, SWAT backing off now realising there are two demons to content with, not one. Azara and I go back to back, snarling at the men, their fear is so tangy you can taste it on the air.

But a soft clack of high heels draws our attention, just as the overwhelming aura accompanying them almost blinds us.

Through the door walked a tall woman, about 6ft tall with a long slender rapier in her hand. Her outfit was strange, one I didn't recognise. She wore black stiletto heels on both feet, and black stockings that covered her bare skin, her skirt stopped just above the knee and was pure white with a red embroidered edge, just like the rest of her dress that had a cross cut out over her cleavage and smooth toned abs. A large white trench coat hung down to her ankles with a large white hood that hung from the back of it, but this was trimmed in black, and bore a large black cross on its back as well. She was a stunning woman as well, bright round amber eyes stared out at Azara and I with nothing short of bemusement in them, her hair was long, reaching down to the back of her knees and the colour of honey, with a delicate chin, slender neck, and thin lips, her skin was a white as unblemished snow. Pure. Completely pure.

"Now now, why are you causing such a ruckus in here Sergeant Silva?" She asked with a soft giggle that melted away into a small wry smile.

But she wasn't fooling us, she screamed danger, she screamed that she was a threat.

"She's an Exorcist!" Angela suddenly screamed from across the room drawing the woman's eyes.

"Shut your mouth!" Another voice cried as two people burst into the room from the garage, a young woman in her late twenties immediately pointing a gun at Angela's head, finger on the trigger. "Special Agent Adams, you are all under arrest on charges of conspiracy, terrorism, and **** of an officer!"

Fire suddenly exploded from Azara's hand that was only barely blocked by the Exorcist who dived to the side and swiped the fire away with her blade, blue fire suddenly burning along its length.

Azara took my hand and ran towards Angela who's eyes widened before she started chanting beneath her breath hands drawing glyphs in the air.

It all happened so fast, I still barely remember it.

The guy with Adam's shot me, and it felt like getting hit by an airsoft gun, the bullet ricocheting through the air a second before Azara disembowelled him in rage and threw me towards Angela.

But that second was all it took, the Exorcist had crossed the room and with a flash of bright red blood carved a grotesque slash out of Azara's back, I could feel the pain myself as I fell forward into Angela, a hand gripping my hood before falling against my back.

Angela called out to the others who all ran forward into the expanding glowing purple circle that illuminated us all with light. As I hit the ground I felt the weight on my back tumble off before I turned around and righted myself, grabbing Azara by the hand and hauling her against me with all my strength, her body horrifyingly limp.

And with a hand on my head it suddenly felt as if we all got sucked into a hoover, the last thing I remember being the utterly evil looking glare from the Exorcist, who licked Azara's blood from her blade.

But the world was dark again, and I felt like I was free falling before cold wet ground slapped against my back.