This is Buffy, the only dog we have that is of unknown breed. She used to live with the neighbors, but then she wandered to our house and decided not to leave; our neighbors gave up trying to take her home since she always found her way back here.
6. Break AwayI snarled and tugged at the leash, desperate to pull it away from Belial so that I could escape; when he jerked the leash sharply towards him, I dug in my paws and refused to allow myself to be pulled forward by him. I bared my teeth and growled at him, knowing that he'd no doubt punish me if I continued to resist him; I didn't care, though. I was finally out of Hell at the moment and it was the perfect opportunity to escape to break free.
He jerked the leash again and I staggered forward, stumbling slightly; I pulled away again, determined not to let him win this battle of wills. I had to escape, had to; if I escaped, it would give other Hellhounds--give my brother--hope that they could do the same. If I escaped, I could prove to Belial, to demons, and to Hellhounds that we weren't just mindless beasts, but people deserving of freedom and respect
I felt my legs begin to buckle, trembling; I couldn't give up, couldn't allow myself to be dragged back to the kennel again. I ca
20. FortitudeI bit my lip and knelt in front of Louis and Sirius, shielding them from the demon hunter that had injured them; the hunter had ambushed them when they'd been out exploring the city by themselves. The moment Louis and my brother had been injured, I'd sensed it, even at the hotel a fair distance away and transformed into my hound form so that I'd be able to reach them quicker than I would in my human form.
As soon as I'd tracked them to the alley where they'd been cornered and trapped, I changed back into my human form, hoping that the hunter wouldn't sense what I was; of course, I was also in my human form to show that I wasn't going to hurt him if I didn't need to and so I would be able to communicate with him. When I noticed Sirius--bloodied, bruised, and snarling at the hunter even though he's in human form--in front of a very badly beaten and weakened Louis, I leapt to his side, shocking the hunter enough for him to stall what most certainly would have been his killing blow.
88. PainI gritted my teeth and mentally swore; another finger, broken. I took a deep, somewhat shaky breath and hissed out, "For the last time, I'm not a Hellhound."
"You keep saying that, but you still smell like one," the green-haired demon replied, fingering a black dagger lovingly.
"If you're not a Hellhound, why do you smell like one?" his blue-haired accomplice asked, a smirk gracing his cat-like face.
I thought about that, thought about Caleb; I had borrowed his clothes since mine were apparently in desperate need of a wash. Caleb's nose was more sensitive than mine and, according to him my clothes stunk, so he'd offered to wash them and let me wear some of his clothes in the meantime. I suppose him cuddling against me the previous night while in his Hellhound form might also have had something to do with the fact that I now smelt like him.
When they didn't receive an answer, the green-haired demon slid the dagger down my chest, slicing right through my shirt and lightly scratching my c
43. DyingDemons can't die, at least not in the same sense as humans would like to think. When we're killed by one of their demon-slaying methods--rock-salt bullets, wrought iron weapons, holy water, what have you--we do appear to die, but really, we just return to Hell to recover and return another day with a different human appearance. True, when we're killed by an angel, we tend to stay dead, but given the fact that they have abilities and weapons that humans couldn't even dream of well, it's kind of understandable.
Of course, we also tend to stay dead when another demon does the killing.
I suppose I got cocky. After all, I'm the infamous Lucifer Morningstar; there's no way I could be killed by a second-rate demon who fashions himself some great and powerful lord of Hell. Arrogance, pride that's always been my weakness, even back when I was an angel. I can still see that smug look on his face when he delivered the killing blow, stabbing me through the chest with that blood-red blade
5. Seeking Solace"Caleb?" I ask, nuzzling against my brother.
"Yeah?" he replies, holding me closer as though he can sense that I just want to be held.
"What if what if Master comes back for us?"
"You don't have to call him that anymore," he says in a soft, but firm voice. "And, if he does come for us, we'll fight. We won't go back quietly and Louis, Magnus, and Artemis won't let him take us without a fight."
"What if he orders us to go?"
"We don't have to listen to him anymore, Siri," he answers, calling me by the pet name I haven't heard since before he left. "We're human. Humans have free will. We only have to listen to him if that's what we choose to do."
I shift slightly and look away. "You're human I'm not, not really. I'm just in my human form. If he orders me, I'll have to go "
"Well, there's a simple solution," he says. I look up at him, tilting my head in curiosity. "If he tries to take you from me, I'll show him what a Hellhound is really capable of."
"You'd kill him to protec
1. Introduction"Welcome to Kenai," the woman behind the counter at the inn said in a cheerful voice. "One room or two?"
"One," I answered, glancing at my brother out of the corner of my eye as he walked over to examine a deer head mounted over the fireplace.
"Okay, you'll be in room three-oh-four," she said, handing me the room key. "Breakfast is served at seven, lunch at one, and dinner at six. Here, let me get one of my sons to take your bags. Caleb!"
Right when I'm about to say that we don't need someone to carry our bags, her son walked down the stairs. He had chin-length shaggy black hair and red eyes, a sharp contrast to his mother's light brown hair and green eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Magnus staring at him; Caleb was definitely different than what we were expecting, although I really couldn't say just what we were expecting.
"Caleb, this is Artemis and Magnus Bishop," she explained to him. "Would you be a dear and take their bags to their room? It's three-oh-four.'
44. Two Roads"Great," Magnus mumbles, sounding more than a little annoyed. "So which way do we go?"
"Um," I look down each path before I shrug my shoulders. "Eeny-meanie-minie-moe?"
"That's your answer?!" Magnus turns and punches the nearest object--in this case, a very solid oak tree--several times, showing more emotion than he normally does. Usually, he's the level-headed one, the one with a plan for everything
"Look, I don't know which way, okay? I mean, we could split up and each go a different way, but let's face it: one of us will find them and when we do we won't be able to fight him alone. Hell, we can barely fight him together. Then there's the fact that even if one of us comes to a dead end, we could be ambushed and captured," I say, trying to calm him down.
He sighs and turns to face me; there's worry in his eyes, worry I haven't seen since we were younger. "Just pick a path so we can go save him, okay?"
"Why do you want me to pick?"
"Because " his voice trails off as he
98. Puzzle"Hm," I tap my chin thoughtfully as I looked at the crossword puzzle on the table. I was stuck on ten down again. Every time I do a crossword puzzle, I get stuck on ten down. "Actor Cage who played opposite Ron Perlman in Season of the Witch."
"Nicolas Cage," Caleb answers from his spot in the chair he'd pulled beside the bed to keep vigil over Sirius while he slept.
I write that down and move on. "Cage plays a grandfather escaping Hell to rescue his granddaughter."
"Drive Angry," Caleb responds again.
Again I write down the answer before moving on to the next question. "Cage helps a young sorcerer master his powers."
"Sorcerer's Apprentice," Caleb answers, not even giving me a chance to think of the answer. He climbs out of the chair and joins me at the table. "Did you pick up a crossword puzzle that's only about Nicolas Cage?"
"It looks like I did," I say, passing him the crossword. "Here. You do this one. I'll find a different one."
"Thanks," he says, grabbing a pencil and instantly
78. Drink"Here, drink this," I say as Caleb helps Sirius sit up. He turns his head away from the cup, refusing to drink it. Stubborn. "It'll help."
"No," he whimpers, wincing in pain at the wounds Belial had inflicted before we'd managed to rescue him. "It smells bad."
"It doesn't even have a scent," Artemis snaps from her perch in the chair by the balcony door.
"It does to a Hellhound," Caleb responds, sending her a slight glare. "Imagine rotten eggs, cooking cabbage, and dead, decaying fish. That is what this smells like to the nose of a Hellhound."
"Ugh," Louis grimaces from the description and I really can't say that I blame him. "That's vile."
"Exactly," Sirius replies. "And anything that smells that bad can't possibly taste good."
I sigh; there's no way I'm gonna be able to get him to drink this without forcing it down his throat. That's when an idea hits me. "Sirius, human children have to drink gross stuff like this all the time."
"Yeah," I continue. "See, this may not