Relax and talk

Maya smiles at you. "Mm, with everything going on, this is so nice. Want a massage?"

She doesn't wait for your response, moving behind you she begins rubbing your shoulders. You start to object, but her hands are strong and it feels wonderful.

"How are you so willing to come in here with me, when one of us might be a demon?"

She chuckles. "I have to admit I followed you in here on purpose. I know who the demon is. I saw Derek take the crosses and silver weapons from the car."

"Why didn't you say anything!"

"Are you fucking kidding? Do you think I'm loco? We have no way to test anyone, he would have just said I was the demon."

"What do you want to do about it?"

"I want to kill the bastard, but I am going to need help. You gotta get real close to kill one of these fuckers without silver. You get one pistol, I get one, and we see who can get close enough for a shot."

"Simple enough. You sure it's Derek?"

"Couldn't be more sure."

"When?"

"We're meeting up with the group in half an hour."

"Alright, sounds like a plan. Funny, I for a minute there I thought you wanted to fuck me."

Maya tosses her hair back and licks her lips. "Who says I don't? Let's take care of business, before pleasure."

You dress quickly, sneaking glances at Maya's tight, toned, caramel body. You grab your pistol and follow Maya. You continue admiring her tight round ass as you head uphill to the amphitheater. She turns back and gives you a wink. God, releasing some sexual tension without fear of turning into a hellspawn would be nice.

You reach The amphitheater. Moments later Derek strides in with Mick and Amanda in tow. You walk toward him getting almost close enough.

Despite a really nice physique, Derek looks human enough. You question whether or not you can shoot him without knowning for certain.