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I chewed frantically and nodded.
He asked suspiciously, “Did you summon the demon to escape?”
Rolling my eyes, I kept chewing and flipped him the bird.
Fabian grabbed my bleeding hand. “First blood. I won the challenge.”
The earth shuddered.
Wow. Hell was about to pay us a visit, and he wanted to gloat? I swallowed the
last of the candy. “I’ve never fought a hell demon before, have you?”
“Together we can defeat him.” Fabian sliced his palm and rubbed his blood into
my cut. “Dominus suis vel de alia.”
The world spun dizzily as our blood united.
“You bastard!” I punched him.
Pinning me against his chest, Fabian chanted, “Vel de alia solus novem.”
I struggled to break his grip. Oh, God. I could feel the spell building, engulfing me
in magic.
Brilliant streaks of incandescent silver twirled around us.
Fabian shouted, “Alia solus novem miraculum.”
Snap! Crack! The silver light engulfed us.
I let out a scream as an electrified heat shot through my head. A kaleidoscope of
Fabian’s memories whirled through my consciousness—the hunter battling demons,
prowling the runways, helping himself to other people’s jewelry, and fucking about a
zillion women.
I fought the bond. “No. I’m Vizzini. Not Dragos.”
“Succinte transferam.” Fabian’s mind crashed into my awareness, creating a link
that only death could break.
My knees buckled from the sensory overload. Only the hunter’s hold kept me
upright.
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Fabian’s lips crushed mine, and he thoroughly ravaged my mouth. His tongue
was hot, wicked, and spicy. “You’re mine now.”
Wait a fucking minute! That tongue had been stuck down Heather’s throat! I
pushed Fabian away and frantically rubbed my mouth. “If you’ve given me demon
cooties, you’re so dead.”
“Demon cooties?”
“You tongue-fucked Heather. Remember?”
If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under. “Sergei, free the Vizzini hunters,” Fabian
commanded.
An evil-looking knife appeared in Sergei’s hand. He bounded up the bleachers
and quickly cut the ropes binding our hunters.
The earth ruptured and tore open. A thick hissing stream of noxious green gas
spewed out.
A great, clawed foot hooked over the edge of the fissure.
“It’s not a snake.” A hysterical laugh broke from me. “It’s not Asmoday.”
Fabian shot me a glare and hollered, “Fall back!”
Everyone ran for their lives.
Antonio carried my grandmother out of the tent, still wrapped in chains.
I backed away and watched in horror as the demon crawled out. Its scaly armor
bristled with needle-sharp spines. The fucker was the size of a T. rex.
The demon’s glowing red orbs fixed on me. Drool oozed from its horrific jaws,
and a shredded micromini evening dress hung from its neck.
“Oh, my God. Is that Heather?”
“Yes,” Grams confirmed.
With a sibilant hiss, Heather said, “I’ve come to take you to hell, slayer. Asmoday
needs you for a virgin sacrifice.”
“You’re a virgin?” The utter disbelief on Fabian’s face was almost comical.
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“I’m not a virgin.”
Heather sniffed. “You smell like a virgin.”
“Well, I’m not.”
Heather’s forked tongue slimed me. “You taste like a virgin.”
“I’ve had sex before!” I yelled, wiping the demon gunk off my face. Only that one
time in college, but it counted. Right?
“You are a virgin. Lying will not save you.”
“Okay.” I held up my hands and slowly edged away. “You got me. I’m a love-
starved virgin.”
Every inch a hunter, Fabian circled the demon, looking for an opening to attack it.
“There are three ways to kill a demon. Magic, a silver sword in the heart, and
decapitation,” Grams informed us.
Even I knew that. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Dragos hunters are properly schooled in the techniques of killing monsters. I don’t need
your instructions or help,” Fabian replied sharply.
Oh yippee, the slayer bond gave Mr. Cranky 24-7 access to my mind. “Well, golly
gee. What do you need me for?”
“To fuck, and I don’t have demon cooties,” Fabian shot back.
“Who said romance was dead?”
Grams cried, “Run!”
I was a second too slow. A spiny tail whipped out, cracking me across the
shoulders and throwing me into the bleachers. Stars exploded in my vision. Pain tore
through my body, and I could feel blood trickling down my back. I struggled to get my
feet under me.
Fabian nimbly darted up Heather’s back and hacked at her neck. “You fucking
bitch, your just signed your death warrant.”
Bellowing in fury, the demon batted him off her back.
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The hunter crashed into the side of the tent and slid down.
“Get up!” Grams shouted.
I shook my head to clear it. Was she talking to me or Fabian?
Grams gave me a mental slap. “Do you want to die?”
“No, ma’am.” I pulled myself upright and got knocked down again. Before I could
recover, the tail wrapped around my right foot and dragged me toward Heather.
Letting out a fierce battle cry, Fabian charged the demon and cut off her tail.
I flinched as hot yellow-green blood sprayed over me. The tail holding me
vanished, leaving an icky black ooze coating my foot.
The demon whipped around, and a grotesque parody of a smile pulled at her
mouth. “I never got to fuck the famous supermodel, but I can eat him.”
Like some crazy kamikaze ninja, Fabian somersaulted away from the demon’s
raking claws.
Now I knew where he got his dance moves from.
Grams’s roar reverberated around my skull. “Kill it!”
“Yes, ma’am.” My mouth went dry. How hard could it be to slay a two-ton demon?
I yanked a yellow bottle out of a pocket and hurled it at Heather. At the same time, I
chanted, “Quod mox ut.”
It burst, spraying Heather with holy water. Her skin began to bubble and blacken.
Yay! It had worked.
With a furious screech, Heather charged me.
“Oh hell!” Fear sent a rush of adrenaline through me as I ducked and dodged her
snapping teeth. “I thought Asmoday needed me alive?”
“As long as you’re still breathing when I deliver you, I can chew on you all I
want.”
Oh, goody.
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Fabian jabbed the demon in the side. “You hideous old hag. You make my skin
crawl. I wanted to puke every time I touched you.”
Heather whacked him with her new tail, sending him flying.
Shit! Demon parts could instantaneously grow back? I threw another bottle of holy
water at her. “Quod mox ut.”
Heather’s skin began to liquefy and drip off her in a gooey ooze. “I’m melting!
Why am I melting?”
“’Cause it’s holy water, you dumb bitch.”
The dumb bitch chased me around and around the grandstands.
Fabian’s terse voice sounded in my head. “Do you have any chocolate left?”
“Yes.”
“It’s poison to demons. If you can get Heather to eat some, it’ll slow her down enough that
I can kill her.”
“The mighty demon hunter actually needs my help? I thought I was only good for
fucking?”
Fabian’s tone was one of pure exasperation. “You’re an untrained slayer who I’m
trying to keep alive. My cousin Zelda has killed several demons with chocolate.”
He had a point. I was untrained. “One death by chocolate coming up.”
Crash! Heather hit the metal bleacher I was standing on, slamming me to the
ground.
Her daggerlike teeth inches from my face, she growled, “Do you know what
Asmoday will do to me if I fail to bring him a virgin?”
“Aw, sounds like your boss is a prick, but I have something that will make it all
better.” I frantically dug out a piece of Cerreta’s dark chocolate candy and tossed it
down her throat.
The demon automatically swallowed it.
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Fabian rolled under Heather’s belly and thrust his sword into her unprotected
flesh.
Heather did her best to smash him like a bug.
How Fabian managed to avoid the demon’s stomping feet, I’ll never know.
A loud gurgle sounded from the demon’s belly as the chocolate kicked in. Her
stomach expanded rapidly.
“Shit! She’s gonna blow.” Scrambling backward, I grabbed my sword and got
painfully to my feet. That bitch’s claws had done a number on my back. “May you rot
in hell.”
“I can’t die. He said I would live for an eternity!” Heather, the puffer fish,
shrieked.
God, she was beyond stupid. “Asmoday lied to you, you dumb bitch.”
“Arrivederci,” Fabian called.
Her body exploded into a zillion pieces.
Slimy yellow ooze coated me from head to toe. “Oh, yuck!” One look at Fabian,
and I started laughing. “You’ve got an eyeball on your head.”
He knocked it off. “Glad you think it’s funny, but I’m not the one wearing
Heather’s guts.”
“What?”
Without warning, the ground opened beneath us and we were falling.
Down.
Down.