Collaborative paranormal story part 3

I slump against the sleek, menacing shape of my Aston Martin Vanquish, one of the great things about being a hunter is you get payed through the nose, I unlock the black, hulking form to refuge from the rain, I pull my phone out from under the dash, 1 TXT message and two missed calls, the TXT reads: Hey Beau, I finished your knives and the necklace, come get them whenever and don’t even think of paying me. It is from Valencia the local Terrae crafts mistress, if you want something made of any material or metal you go to a Terrae craftsman of mistress. I check the missed calls, the Fey elders, I call back straight away.
“Hello Blake speaking.”
“Hello Sir, you called?” I inquire; I’m not in the mood to put up with their politics.
“Ah yes Beau we did, do you remember the hunt for the half-breed?” he asks, I flare of anger rises inside me, the half-breed? What day and age is this? A Fey is a Fey no matter how pure.
“Yeah, Shayla right? She met up with master vampire just before we caught up to her and he made her trail vanish… what of her?” please don’t ask me what I think you are going to ask me.
“She’s back we have her trail, we need you to find her and bring her to us” or they could just ask exactly what I didn’t want them to anyway.
“I’m sorry, I was a disgrace to the Fey last week because I wouldn’t join the elders and now you want my help after banishing me? No thankyou” I hang up the phone and set it down, it rings again almost instantly, I check the number, Charles. Maybe he had someone for me to kill, I could really go for some stress relief right now.
“Hey Charles, how can I help tonight?”
“Some idiot summoned an Afrit and couldn’t control it, there isn’t enough left of him to fill a film canister but we do have an Afrit knocking down the foundations of a Summoners house in lakeside and once they are gone he’ll be out in the street.”
“Ok, I’ll be there in ten minutes.” I turn the key, rev the engine and head off to the magic quarter, I open my minds eye so I can see the aura of the demon and the magic discharge of a paranormal being killed, it doesn’t take long to find it, the fire demons aura glows bright read against the twilight horizon and the people of a summoners aura mingles with it, I drop passed Valencia’s shop and pick up my new knives, these are custom made for me out of a dark iron/Silver alloy, the old ones where just main stream knives these are made to fit my hand and are balanced perfectly, I strap them to my harness and take the old ones off, time to roll out.

I arrive at the house and the paranormal events squad is already there in a scattering of cars out the front of the house, this is the only unit in the police where you can make variations of the uniform, crosses, rosewood, silver and all manner of trinkets can be seen, hanging, embossed and entwined from the officers.
“Hey Beau, just in time the building is coming Down if five minutes tops” I glance at the house, all the windows are broken and it’s sitting on a slant.
“You realise there is no way I can get rid of the thing inside the house without the building coming down don’t you?” I ask, as far as stress relief goes knocking down a building is pretty much as good as it gets.
“We cant risk it hurting someone out here on the street, do what ever you have to just try not to let it hurt anyone.”
“Aye, aye chief” I give a mock salute. And walk towards the front door drawing my new knives twirling them just to show off, it’s like they’re an extension of my hand! Mental not buy multiple sets of these.
I walk through the remains of the front door and fully open my minds eye, the whole building swirls in multiple colours of Aether, I charge mine with magical energy and it flares going from faint to screaming, and Afrit, this was going to be interesting.

I sidle down the stairs to the basement, I’m just assuming that’s where the pentagram is seeing as it is still holding the demon so I’m guessing its fixed to the foundations of the house itself. I stick my head around the corner and quickly jerk my head back just as a bolt of Aether hits the wall directly behind where my head was moments before, no wind down here for me to make a shield out of, shit. I strip off my jacket and mould a protective wall out of my aura, it should take a couple of hits and by then ill be too close for it to hurl the bolts at me anyway, I run out and into the open and straight away something like the force of a small car going at sixty hit my shield which flares up in a visible wall, I stagger almost loosing my feet and charge the demon, knives flickering. I get my first real look at the monster, at least eight feet tall and in a vaguely human shape, a very muscular human shape at that of what seems to be writhing flame, this is it’s aura the stuff isn’t actually hot unless it is charged with magical energy and keeping his entire aura hot for any longer then a few minutes would drain it completely.

I pull a spike from my own aura and throw it at the demon gathering a little extra thrust with a spin, it catches the brute in the right shoulder, with demons you just keep slashing until they dissipate, there is no way to kill them quickly, the demon gives of an inhuman roar and I see a crack form in the wall, I charge the demon slashing and thrusting with the new knives, the demon screams in agony as it’s skin reacts with the blessed silver, fire flicks at my aura which is spinning at full tilt now cutting into the ground, the demon throws a punch, which breaks through my shield and under normal circumstances would have broken my spine, but the shield took the brunt of it the force was still enough to throw me to the ground, the demon stood over me and gave a guttural cackle, I smile and whisper the prayer of cleansing which consecrates the ground under my aura, the demon screams and its aura turns solid and crumbles to dust, the creature dissipates to nothing and the pentagram stops glowing. I stand up slowly, head still spinning from the impact, I brace myself against the wall and absorb the remains of the fleeing aura into my own, strengthened by the new power I start up the stairs and out onto the street, I take one step out of the house and the whole building comes tumbling down, I smile and walk out towards senior sergeant Charles, and standing next to him is the last person I expected to see, Asher one of the few straight as an arrow vampires left.
“Hey Asher, how you been for the last twenty years?”
“Good, we have some catching up to do Beau” he says, he is stunning like most undead, pale skin made to look even paler by his jet black hair and vivid green eyes.
“Sure, come back to mine?” I ask, I genuinely want to talk to him, once you go into my business the few genuine friends you have are priceless.
“Sure, mind if I bring a friend?” the question catches me off balance.
“Who is it?” I ask, may as well be to the point.
“Well you to have a lot in common, your both banished from the fey community just to start with.” I give him the just tell me look. “Beau, meet Shayla. We need your’ help.”

Collaborative paranormal story part 3

A boy called Star

Melbourne, Australia

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part three of the collaborative story being written by Kaika and myself, this part is written by me enjoy!

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