73. I Can'tThere are a few words and phrases that seem never to have entered into my sister's vocabulary. "No" is one, especially when used in conjunction with signs like "No Trespassing". Another one is the word "can't". She thinks that she can do anything and she usually does do anything; when she wants to do something, she'll do it regardless of whether she 'can' or not.
Me, I'm different. The words "no" and "can't" are definitely in my vocabulary. I know my limitations, what I can and can't do; my sister thinks that by understanding the phrase "I can't", I'm weak, but I think it makes me a realist and prevents me from taking stupid risks.
Of course, just because I should know better than to take stupid risks, that doesn't mean I don't
"Mag," Artemis whispered, her hand ready to pull the gun from its holster. "This is stupid and dangerous. Granted, I'm always ready to do something stupid and dangerous, but this is this is too much, even for me."
"We've come too far to give up now,"
90. TriangleI glanced over at Magnus and Caleb, trying my best not to let my jealousy show; Caleb--formerly my Caleb--was snuggled against Magnus, a content smile on his lips as he pretended to be interested in whatever show Magnus had decided they were going to watch. Granted, I'm happy that Caleb is happy, that he's found someone he loves, but he was mine first and I don't share well with others.
I miss those nights he'd curl up with me, but I suppose things have changed a bit. After all, he's human now and he deserves a human romance; it's not like I haven't enjoyed a romantic night with someone other than him in the time that I've been on Earth. That doesn't change the fact that I still want him and I know that there's a part of him that still wants me.
I suppose, if it were to come down to it, I wouldn't mind sharing Caleb with Magnus that much. If being with Magnus makes him happy, I can't deny him that, though no one said that I had to enjoy the arrangement. I do want Caleb to b
11. MemoryI closed my eyes and sighed quietly, leaning against the cool wall of the hotel; I was sitting out on balcony, just enjoying the feel of the sun on my skin. Louis was lounging in the chair by the table, smoking a cigarette and looking through a crossword puzzle book; I glanced up at him, but immediately looked away when our eyes met.
"Something on your mind, Sirius?"
I don't answer right away; even though I'm used to him and the hunters that my brother has been traveling with, I still don't particularly trust them. I'm used to hunters being a threat to me and being hurt by demons so, even if my brother says that they won't hurt me and that I can trust them, I'm not going to for awhile.
"Just thinking," I mumbled, looking across the courtyard to the balcony on the other side. "About Hell "
He nodded and set his cigarette in the ashtray. "Anything particular about it on your mind?"
"Everything," I answered, trembling slightly. "I remember everything, every tiny detail. I want t
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.'