Angie Fox - The Last of the Demon Slayers

“Welcome home, girls,” Sid said, with no small amount of glee.

“They could have better taste in music,” Grandma said, hands on her hips as she eyed the place, “but I’ll take this over Motel 6.”

“It’s the nicest place I’ve ever stayed,” Ant Eater said, pinching Sid on the bottom.

I didn’t doubt it.

“So this is normal,” I said to no one in particular.

Twenty-four hours ago, I was content to open up an old biker bar. Now I’d carted my half-angel self to fairy town. I shuddered to think what tomorrow would bring.

“I’ve heard of fairy hideaways,” Dimitri said, unclipping a grateful Pirate and tucking my dog under his arm. “I never thought I’d see one.”

“This doesn’t feel like a hollow,” I said, running a boot over the polished wood floor.

“That’s just a term.” Dimitri inspected the room, rubbing Pirate’s back as we took it in. “It’s more of a window to the past. Fairies can call up wooden structures if there is enough left.”

“How much?”

“Depends on the fairy.”

I knew this place didn’t really exist, but darned if it didn’t look comfortable. And safe.

My protective necklace hung warm and steady against my neck.

Grandma had found a crystal bowl of peppermints and held it out to me.

“No thanks,” I said.

Who knew how old those were?

She popped one in her mouth. “I think we put some miles between us and those banshees.”

Grandma was right. I could feel the weight of the threat easing. Still, we were stopping and I didn’t think the ancient minions of evil would be kicking back for the evening.

“Maybe we should keep going,” I said to Dimitri as we made our way past the lobby to a hallway in the back.

“It’s not safe,” he said. “We can’t drive for two days straight, even on fairy paths. We need to be alert if something decides to jump us.” He glanced back at the witches rearranging the lobby. “Besides, the Red Skulls aren’t as young as they look.”

Good point.

He slipped his hand over mine and gave a tug. “Come on, angel.”

I couldn’t help grinning at his comment and at the sight of his butt in blue jeans as we went to explore the back hallway. That man was temptation in the flesh.

We counted a dozen rooms in the back, which should be enough if we doubled up. That way everyone was on the ground floor, bikes at the ready in case we needed to make a quick escape.

There was no dining room, so we ate our MRE’s out on the front porch. I didn’t bother heating my beef ravioli. Pirate talked his way into my toaster pastry. I never understood why they put Pop-Tarts in with Italian food anyway. Pirate, the charmer, also managed to snag Dimitri’s peanut butter crackers and Sidecar Bob’s maple muffin top.

“I’ll take first shift,” Dimitri said as we wound down for the night.

“I have second.” I volunteered fast, before Grandma or Frieda tried to stay up. It’s not that I didn’t want them to help, but I’d feel better tonight if they left it up to me and Dimitri.

Heaven knew we’d both slept soundly enough after our encounter the night before. I wanted to fan myself just thinking about what that man could do with his hands, among other things.

As if he knew what I was thinking, Dimitri kissed me lightly on the nose. “Scram. I have work to do.”

“Yes, sir, your manliness.”

I left him to scout out a perimeter location while I walked back inside with the witches. He wouldn’t want me to hover.

“Well, then I’m sleeping with Bob again,” Pirate announced, accepting yet another peanut butter cracker.

I would have felt sorry for my dog if both of us didn’t have it so good.

My cell phone rang as I watched Pirate retreat. “Electric Avenue” pulsed through the Wild West hotel. The biker witches groaned at my ring tone as I dug in the back of my utility belt.

Hillary Brown . My mom.

Well, the mom who had wanted me.

My thumb clicked it over to voicemail.

I wanted to answer her. I did.

I hadn’t called Hillary since Greece, when I’d had to make up a story about traveling to find myself. I couldn’t tell her I was dating a griffin or hanging out with biker witches. I didn’t want to explain that yes, I was back in the States, but I had more important things to do than return to my old life in Atlanta.

Still, she called every other Sunday.

I watered your plants.

I planted your bulbs.

I took a look at that statement from your bill paying service, although I don’t know why you pay for cable when you never watch it.

She was waiting for me to come back to a life that didn’t exist anymore and I really didn’t know how to tell her that while standing in a fairy hollow.

I stuffed the phone back into my utility belt and eased down into a wing-backed chair close to the bay window. I could see Dimitri’s shadow as he inspected the remains of a building across the street. It was just the foundation, really. He looked fine and I didn’t sense any evil in this place.

Yet something didn’t feel right.

Let it go.

We set up the guard so that we’d each take a four-hour shift. I checked my watch. It was not even ten. Dimitri would be on until 2:00 a.m. I’d take over until dawn.

I was probably just being jumpy. Maybe it was fairy magic messing with my demon-slayer sense, but it felt as if I was waiting for something to go wrong.

It began as a tingling in my stomach and spread until my whole body practically vibrated with it.

I walked out to the porch and listened to the night. Cars zipped by in the distance, but other than that, silence.

Dimitri stood with one foot on the ruined foundation across the way.

“You okay?” I called to him, just to be sure.

“Go to bed,” he chided.

I braced a hand on the door frame. He probably assumed I was having a hard time going to sleep without him.

He was right.

Maybe I was suffering from a case of nerves. I walked back through the comfortable lobby of the hotel, looking both ways before I eased into the back hallway.

It paid to be careful. I unhitched a switch star as I turned the key to room 113.

“Scree!” Frigid air blasted out of the dark. Claws seized my shoulders.

“Holy Hades!” I thrust my switch star up into leathery skin.

Claws scrambled before the thing hit the floor with a dull thud.

Heart racing, I pounded on the lights. A shadow of a creature curled on the floor. It resembled a snake with legs, only as seconds passed it seemed to be made of black smoke more than anything else.

It had been solid. I’d felt it.

It wound its neck back and smirked at me with glowing red eyes. “That wasn’t smart, Lizzie,” it cackled as it dissolved into thin air.

I hit it with a switch star to the chest.

“Too late,” it crooned as my switch star buried itself into the floor, “too late.”

I stood, shocked and sweating and shivering.

It knew my name.

And it was gone. I dug my switch star out of the floor, the pink blades still churning.

It looked like some new kind of an imp. I’d never seen one that could speak before. At least, none had chosen to talk to me. The way it leered at me left me feeling very uncomfortable. It wanted to call me out, threaten me. With its dying breath, it wanted me to be very afraid.

It had worked.

A door opened down the hall to the right. “You okay?” Grandma called.

“Yes,” I said, straightening. Holding my switch star against my left leg.

Grandma narrowed her eyes at me.

I shivered despite myself. “It was just a bug,” I assured her.

“You and your bugs.” She shook her head, her gray hair tangling around her shoulders as she closed the door behind her.