Week 3 Storytelling: The Demon and Her Guard Dog

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"The Demon and Her Guard Dog"

Warning: There is strong language twice. If this bothers you, read my previous story.

"I'm a what?" I asked the strange man that stood in front of me.

He had flowing locks of wavy black hair, and was clad in all black. He had twisted horns protruding from his head that matched the same ones on my head. Something I didn't even know I had until moments ago.

He smiled slyly, revealing a set of sharp teeth, sharp like mine.

"You're a Rakshasa," he said. "Which is basically like a vampire and a demon had a baby and, well, that made you. But, we are our own race apart from those lesser creatures."

My head was spinning. I was just trying to figure out that I was some kind of demon, and now there's not just creatures like me, but also demons and vampires? "What else is there, witches, werewolves, shapeshifters?"

He glanced at Colt and he smiled a crooked little smile that I didn't trust or like one bit. "And lion, tigers, and bears, oh my!"

I turned to Colt, who was brushing his messy bottle-dyed black hair back. He looked like he was on the edge, deciding if he was going to run like hell away from me, or not.

"Well, I'll be off," the man said and turned on his heel.

"Wait, what do you mean? I don't even know how to handle this! I don't even know your name!"

"It's Lucien," he replied cooly, before turning around."I'll return when I am once again needed. Besides, I think that you have more than enough company."

And with that he was gone.

"What the..." Cold said.

"FUCK!" I screamed, and all of my frustrations and confusions turned into screams.

He held his head in his hands. "So, you're a...a..."

"Demon..." I whispered.

He backed away from me.

"No, Colt, please!" I pleased. "Not now. I can't handle you leaving me, I need you here with me!"

"I can't handle this," he said, looking down. "I'm sorry. But...I loved you as a human, Bullet. Now that you're a demon? I need to figure this out."

I screamed as he ran away, but he was right. And besides, he knew where I'd be.

I punched the wall so hard that it broke the skin on my knuckles. I cried out in pain, pulling my first away from the bricks, to see blood dripping down. The wound wasn't healing. So I didn't have some kind of supernatural healing. That was disappointing.

"Wot is that lovely smell?" I heard an unfamiliar voice say in a cockney accent.

Suddenly from the shadows appeared a girl. She had shoulder-length bright red hair, smokey eye-makeup on, and red lipstick, and pale, pale skin.

Before I could react she was suddenly in front of me, her finger under my chin, lifting my eyes to hers. Her eyes were as bright red as her hair and her lips.

"'Ello poppet," she whispered. "Aren't you a lovely creature?"

"I don't know what you mean," I said and my heart hammered against my chest.

She leaned into my neck and inhaled deeply. "You're no human are you? I smell something far sweeter in your blood."

"Get away from me!" I said, and it came out like an inhuman roar, but as I pushed her away, she didn't budge.

She hissed And I felt tiny pin pricks on my neck. She was a vampire.

I tried to push her off, and suddenly I felt my fingers blaze with fire as I grasped her upper arms and pushed her.

She recoiled back, and looked at the hand-shaped burn marks on her arms. Her nails extended into claws and she lunged at me, claws first. She ripped my clothing to shreds, and scratched my skin in thin, bleeding lines.

I fell back against the wall and she leaned into my neck.

I heard a growl and a bark behind me and suddenly a Siberian husky appeared, and leapt on the back of the vampire. The vampire fell down, with the dog on top of her.

The dog held the vampire down and I held my hands out shouting, "Fire!"

Once again my hands blazed with flames and they shot out at the vampire. The dog jumped off as the vampire cried out, was engulfed in flames, and turned into ash.

The dog looked up at me with bright blue eyes.

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The dog's bones moved and his skin rippled, and suddenly turned into Colt. He was kneeling and naked on the ground.

"What the..." I whispered.

"Fuck," he said.

"Meet your literal guard dog," Lucien's voice said. His voice seemed to be coming from my head like thoughts. I turned around, but I didn't see Lucien anywhere.

Author's Note:
This is actually a continuation of three stories that I have written with Colt and Bullet. If you want to read about how Bullet found out she's a Rakshasa, read, "I Got Your Heart and You Got Bullet Holes." And, if you want to read about Colt and Bullet's relationship read, "Colt Collides with Bullet."

I continued my writing about Rakshasa (which are a reoccurring creature in the Ramayana PDE, and my favorite creature in Ramayana. Additionally, when reading Part C and D, I encountered many animals. These animals could talk, so it got me thinking about shapeshifters. So, I made Colt a shapeshifter! In here he turns into a dog, it's possible he can turn into other animals.

This story had to be cut short due to the word count, so if you have any questions, I am happy to answer them!

If this your first time reading about Colt and Bullet, what do you think about them? You might see Colt and Bullet again in even more stories, because I REALLY like them.