Ok, folks. Here's Chapter three ^_^ Hope I didn't f*** it up >__> ... <__<

 

Second Life

Chapter Three: Awakening (Part One)

Later that night Jack sat alone in the bar drinking Gin Tonic. He silently took a look at his chest where there was supposed to be a deadly wound, but the only thing he saw was a scar. Not knowing what he should think about that he started staring at his half-empty glass. The silence was too much for Ray. "Hey, boy! Yesterday you have been talking for the whole evening and now you don't even make a noise. What bothers you?" Jack just whispered "You don't know what I've been going through today. I thought I'm going to die but I'm still here, alive. Normally I wouldn't be sitting here drinking alcohol anymore if everything wouldn't have turned out to be so abnormal." "I know how you feel. You just finished your first mission and you're not used to work under such conditions. This is going to be hard for you during the next few weeks. Slaying demons isn't as easy and fun as most people might think and most Devil Hunters die at young age. Don't tell me you didn't know that", Ray said and expected looking in a surprised face. But what he heard then was scaring him. Jack's voice changed in a bizarre way and as he replied he didn't sound human anymore. "You know nothing. Have you been there? Have you seen what happened? No, you haven't. Wanna know the details?" Then his voice changed to normal again as he continued "A giant scythe was sticking in my chest. But instead of falling dead to the floor I felt something strange. I couldn't feel any pain, just as if I was unharmed. Instead I felt something dark awaking inside of me that made me stronger the more I got harmed." Ray's body started to shiver and he began to feel uncomfortable within Jack's reach. "Leave this bar now. I don't want to see any demons here", he yelled and grabbed for a knife to throw it. Jack only whispered "I'm sorry if I caused you any trouble. I didn't mean to scare you. And I just want you to know that even if I'm a demon I always considered myself being a human. We cannot choose what we're born as but we can choose who we want to be. Farewell, I suppose." Ray's surprise was clearly visible and he soon regretted what he said. Short before Jack left the bar with his head held low Ray said "Wait. I'm sorry. I thought you could have been another one of those demons saying they want to become Devil Hunter though they only intend to slay them. You're the first demon I meet who acts like that. So tell me, why do you consider yourself being human?" After a short moment of silence Jack answered with a low voice "Because I never knew what I really am, until now. Neither my mom nor my dad ever told me the truth about me, and even now I'm not quite sure what I am. Now, am I forbidden to ever return here?" For a second a smile appeared on Jack's face as Ray replied "You may return here as long as you promise to never slay another Devil Hunter. If you do that I'll dispose of you, got that? And also never tell them what you are." "Yes, Sir", Jack returned laughing and left.

After this whole evenings stress Jill decided to train a little bit before getting some rest. But somehow she couldn't concentrate on anything so she let it be after a good 15 minutes and began to examine her chest once again. She still couldn't believe she survived this attack with nothing more than a scar left on her chest, and that after not more than an hour of healing. She wondered if she really was a demon or just a freak but she knew no way to find that out exactly.  Jill silently sat down on her couch thinking about what she could do now and after a few minutes she came to the conclusion she had to search for her fathers notes. Maybe there was stated something about her own status. Realizing this to be the only possibility to find out the truth about herself, she decided to search for her fathers notebook just the following day. then she finally found the time to rest and she swore she wouldn't get up before 1 PM. Said and done. Jill was too tired of this evenings business and therefore missed school. As she woke short before 3 PM she silently cursed herself ans started searching for the notebook right after taking a shower and dressing. It took her three hours to find it between the old stuff on the attic and after one hour of reading all those random notes she realized it wasn't worth it. Except of some info on how to enter the demon world the easy way and on certain types of devils she found nothing useful. There was no information about her status, not even small hints. Jill has almost gone crazy and threw the book against the wall. All the pages fell out of it and as she wanted to pick them up she cut herself on one of the pages. Blood dripped on the paper but it wasn't soaked by it. Instead it moved back, towards her body and became one with her again. Her wound was healing immediately and Jill realized, whatever she was, she would never be the same as she was before she had seen this. "Stupid hellshit. Why does crap like that always happen to me, huh?" After she calmed down she prepared for work and hoped her new powers would at least make some things a bit easier for her.

Jack was sitting in the bar drinking Gin Tonic as usual, since he thought beer wasn't the best and easiest way to get rid of his mental problems. And if that wasn't enough some guys came over to him. "Hey little boy. I heard you should've survived a fight with a demon. You have been badly injured but they say the wound healed within an hour. What are you?" Jack hid his face under the hood of his coat and tried to ignore that brain-dead idiot standing in front of him but he couldn't. "Answer me, dumbass!" the man screamed and seemed to become frightened. He could see something red shining from under the hood and he first thought it was just an illusion but then he noticed his blood freezing the more Jack looked at him. He wasn't even able to move or speak. And even before he realized what happened, Jack gained control over his body and made him dance through the whole room like a complete idiot. "Hey, Stoopid! First, where did you hear this crap, and second, who shall ever believe you if you act like you're completely insane, huh? Go home playing with your little Barbie-dolls" he said and bursted of laughter. Jack didn't know what he did to take over control of that guy but he really liked the result of it. Revenge the easy way he thought and a wide smirk appeared on his face as the idiot left the bar. "I guess that's it for now, isn't it? First he acts like he's the greatest and then he gets insane and walks off looking like a tomato, hahaha. I wonder why" he said smiling. He had to hold himself back, otherwise he would never be able to stop laughing. The fact that he was obviously able to control all living things in which's body flows blood clearly amused him.

The agent arrived much later than usual. It's been 3 AM already and Jack almost fell asleep. No wonder, after all he was quite drunk and not even the sound of the other Devil Hunters singing karaoke could change that. This night he wouldn't care for anything, whether it'll be his liver becoming sick of drinking or one of those jobs that would normally ruin his mood. He just didn't give a damn. As the agent handed over the instructions for his next mission Jack just sat there as if he wouldn't notice what's going on. He didn't even react as a chair hit his head. As soon as the agent left the bar everything started going crazy just like every night. While the others smashed their comrades heads against whatever was in their reach Jack just walked off reading the instructions. He said to himself "Looks like this time I'm going to hell. I just hope it's as nice as I always believed it was." A light smile appeared on his face and turned into a demonic smirk while thinking of all the demons that were waiting for him to slay them.

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

That's niceeeee! But did she drop outta school? It looks like she will... o.0

She probably will but I'm not telling now ^_^ You'll see soon enough =D

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

Ok here's chapter four. Took me a little while but I finished it and i personally think it's the best of all chapters, 'til now XD Enjoy ^_^

Second Life

Chapter Four: Awakening (Part Two)

Jack went home and finally found the notebook of his father quite useful. He searched for the page where was stated how to enter the demon world, put it into his trouser-pocket and left again. He didn't have the time to rest and he also didn't want to. The alcohol that first made him tired now kept him awake, forced him to do something, whether he wanted or not. Not thinking about the consequences he took his fathers old Mercedes-Benz and drove off to the woods. He didn't want anyone tho interfere with his plans of opening the portal to hell. On his way he crossed three red traffic lights and he drove twice as fast as he was allowed to but he didn't give a damn. He had way more important things on his mind than obeying rules. "F**k, why the hell must it be the devil king? My second mission and I already have to face the most powerful demon? They must be kidding", Jack said and got nervous the more he thought about the chances of winning this fight. It was even more possible to survive a fall down the World Trade Center, back when it still existed, than hitting the king of devils even once. "Well, at least I get a bit of fun before I meet him and that really makes me feel better. Demons, prepare to die cuz I'll rip up your asses. F**k off all the problems that I may face as long as I'm amused", he said, tried to laugh and finally calmed down and was able to relax. When he first read the instructions back in the bar he only noticed the word hell and he really wanted to go there. But when he read it once again on his way home he realized how bad his situation actually was. Fighting the devil king would not be easy for him, especially since his skills and powers haven't even been half developed.

Entering the woods Jack immediately executed a secret, old ritual, only known by few people. He cut himself with one of his daggers, put one finger into his wound and then drew a sign on the back of his hand with his blood, just as stated in his fathers notes. Then he cast an old spell to open the gate and he hoped his Latin wasn't too f**ked up due to the fact he hasn't spoken it for years now. Suddenly a red glowing circle with some runes on it appeared under his feet and he fell down through it. As Jack landed heavily on the ground of a giant cave he sprained his foot. "God, I'm beginning to think I got a run of rotten luck today", he grumbled and tried to get up while taking a careful look around. He soon realized he was trapped in a dead end, only one way to get out and there was a light and some demonic noises. "Great, I have to disturb a devil party to get out, just now that I'm injured. F**k this sh*t", he said, limped towards the light and drew his swords. After taking a few steps he found out he was right. A few hundred demons of the type he fought on his last mission stood in some sort of hall carved into the stonewalls of this cave. And if that wasn't reason enough to worry they even were blocking the only way out. "Nah, no prob. There must be a way to get out without fighting them. And if not I can still slay them if they become unpleasant. Time to go to work, guys", Jack thought, put his swords back into their position and started climbing the walls. After having passed the hall half-way he noticed the demons becoming silent and as he stopped to take a look down an arrow pierced his left eye. He immediately fell off the wall and crashed heavily to the floor. The last thing he noticed before he lost consciousness was the demons surrounding him pointing their weapons at his body's vital parts.

As he woke up Jack found himself lying on the floor in a giant marble hall. He neither knew where he exactly was nor how much time has passed since his little encounter. Silently he pulled the arrow out of his eye and took a look around. Black marble adorned the walls and only a few torches lighted the hall. Around 70 foot away from him stood a giant throne, black as everything, and a demon looking like a hybrid of human and fly sat on it. His mouth once again being faster than his mind Jack said "Hey, dude! You must be the devil king, right? God, you're heeeeeeell ugly. You'd better make an appointment at a good surgeon cuz I think I gotta puke. Or should I go get a fly-flap? Hey, you listenin?" The demon, being quite pissed off, answered "Do you know whom you are talking to, little boy? I am Chaemare, the master of all demons, the most powerful being in the world and you dare to make fun of me? How pathetic. You don't even know how to wield a weapon so how will you try to kill me?" Chaemare stood up from his throne and moved towards Jack.

Jack tried to draw his swords but found himself unarmed. The only weapons left were his daggers, the revolver and the shotgun. "Wonderful! This coward only left me my ineffective weapons. Nah, at least I got some, otherwise I would've been completely helpless", Jack frowned and drew both his shotgun and his revolver. Suddenly Chaemare shortened the distance between them and rammed his head into Jacks stomach. Jack flew through the hall, landed on the floor and slid until he was stopped by a heavy door made of stone. While trying to get up he aimed at Chaemares head and shot. The bullets hit him directly in the face and ripped away part of it but he didn't stop. Instead his speed increased and he tackled Jack once again so that his ribs broke while he crashed though the stone-door. Chaemare bowed down next to Jack and pressed his hand so hard against his mouth that he wasn't able to breathe anymore. Acidic blood dripped on Jacks face as he struggled to escape of this deadly grip. The pain made him want to scream but he couldn't. He almost lost consciousness because of the lack of oxygen but then he noticed the insecure stance of his opponent and kicked against his ankles. Jack pulled Chaemares legs away so he fell to the ground and let go of him. Not even a second has passes and Chaemare was on his feet again performing his next attack. He ripped out the door and smashed it against Jacks head. He flew against the wall and the door hit him once again. Jack wasn't even able to stand straight up anymore and was finally buried by the parts of the door, broken the moment it hit him the third time.

Chaemare, who has been quite confident he would win, turned and walked back into the hall, not noticing Jack still being alive. Under the mass of rubble his body transformed into a giant pool of blood and flowed forth from under it. Right behind Chaemaes throne he materialized again and stepped out of the shadows. "Hey, was that all you've got? For me it was not even work-out", he said and an evil grin appeared on his face. Slowly he walked over to Chaemare, who was now quite irritated, and even before he could react Jack ripped out his wings. He screamed of the pain he felt and with a fear-filled voice he asked "Who, or better yet, what are you? What do you want from me?" Jack bursted of laughter and replied "Looks like I'm your worst nightmare, huh? I'm a Devil Hunter, that's all you need to know." Chaemare just returned "How can you hunt devils if you're one yourself? Look at you. I can already tell you're the daughter of the Bloody Sandman Riff who went over to the human world and forswore his powers. ... I still cannot understand why he betrayed me." "What did you just say? So I guess you're the reason my parents died, huh? And how do you know who I am?" Jack found the answer on his question himself. His shape wasn't the same as at the beginning of their fight. His real body was clearly visible, even to a blind one, a bats wings appeared on his back and his legs, right arm, left wing and part of his chest only consisted of blood.

"Hey, what are ya lookin' at, you pervert? Never seen a naked woman before, huh? You'd better look somewhere else or I'll rip off your head and play football with it", Jill frowned, moved forward and rammed her hand deep into Chaemares chest. Her blood red eyes glowed up as she ripped out his heart, but just seconds after she moaned of the pain she felt while his blood corroded her left arm. Noticing this to be his probably last opportunity to flee, Chaaemare grabbed for his heart, put it back into his open chest and spat acid in her face. Then he escaped through a secret passage hid behind a pillar while Jill staggered around and finally lost conciousness again, her head being half corroded. She didn't even notice everything around her falling to pieces as well as being saved by a red shadow.

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

DarkHuntress:

Ok here's chapter four. Took me a little while but I finished it and i personally think it's the best of all chapters, 'til now XD Enjoy ^_^

Second Life

Chapter Four: Awakening (Part Two)

Jack went home and finally found the notebook of his father quite useful. He searched for the page where was stated how to enter the demon world, put it into his trouser-pocket and left again. He didn't have the time to rest and he also didn't want to. The alcohol that first made him tired now kept him awake, forced him to do something, whether he wanted or not. Not thinking about the consequences he took his fathers old Mercedes-Benz and drove off to the woods. He didn't want anyone tho intefere with his plans of opening the portal to hell. On his way he crossed three red traffic lights and he drove twice as fast as he was allowed to but he didn't give a damn. He had way more important things on his mind than obeying rules. "F**k, why the hell must it be the devil king? My second mission and I already have to face the most powerful demon? They must be kidding", Jack said and got nervous the more he thought about the chances of winning this fight. It was even more possible to survive a fall down the World Trade Center, back when it still existed, than hitting the king of devils even once. "Well, at least I get a bit of fun before I meet him and that really makes me feel better. Demons, prepare to die cuz I'll rip up your asses. F**k off all the problems that I may face as long as I'm amused", he said, tried to laugh and finally calmed down and was able to relax. When he first read the instructios back in the bar he only noticed the word hell and he really wanted to go there. But when he read it once again on his way home he realized how bad his situation actually was. Fighting the devil king would not be easy for him, especially since his skills and powers haven't even been half developed.

Entering the woods Jack immediately executed a secret, old ritual, only known by few people. He cut himself with one of his daggers, put one finger into his wound and then drew a sign on the back of his hand with his blood, just as stated in his fathers notes. Then he cast an old spell to open the gate and he hoped his latin wasn't too f**ked up due to the fact he hasn't spoken it for years now. Suddenly a red glowing circle with some runes on it appeared under his feet and he fell down through it. As Jack landed heavily on the gound of a giant cave he sprained his foot. "God, I'm beginning to think I got a run of rotten luck today", he grumbled and tried to get up while taking a careful look around. He soon realized he was trapped in a dead end, only one way to get out and there was a light and some demonic noises. "Great, I have to disturb a devil party to get out, just now that I'm injured. F**k this sh*t", he said, limped towards the light and drew his swords. After taking a few steps he found out he was right. A few hundred demons of the type he fought on his last mission stood in some sort of hall carved into the stonewalls of this cave. And if that wasn't reason enough to worry theyeven were blocking the only way out. "Nah, no prob. There must be a way to get out without fighting them. And if not I can still slay them if they become unpleasant. Time to go to work, guys", Jack thought, put his swords back into their position and started climbing the walls. After having passed the hall half-way he noticed the demons becoming silent and as he stopped to take a look down an arrow pierced his left eye. He immediately fell off the wall and crashed heavily to the floor. The last thing he noticed before he lost cnociousness was the demons surrounding him pointing their weapons at his bodys vital parts.

As he woke up Jack found himself lying on the floor in a giantmarble hall. He neither knew where he exactly was nor how much time has passed since his little encounter. Silently he pulled the arrow out of his eye and took a look around. Black marble adorned the walls and only a few torches lighted the hall. Around 70 foot away from him stood a giant throne, black as everything, and a demon looking like a hybrid of human and fly sat on it. His mouth once again being faster than his mind Jack said "Hey, dude! You must be the devil king, right? God, you're heeeeeeell ugly. You'd better make an appointment at a good surgeon cuz I think I gotta puke. Or should I go get a fly-flap? Hey, you listenin?" The demon, being quite pissed off, answered "Do you know whom you are talking to, little boy? I am Chaemare, the master of all demons, the most powerful being in the world and you dare to make fun of me? How pathetic. You don't even know how to wield a weapon so how will you try to kill me?" Chaemare stood up from his throne and moved towards Jack.

Jack tried to draw his swords but found himself unarmed. The only weapons left were his daggers, the revolver and the shotgun. "Wonderful! This coward only left me my uneffective weapons. Nah, at least I got some, otherwise I would've been completely helpless", Jack frowned and drew both his shotgun and his revolver. Suddenly Chaemare shortened the distance between them and rammed his head into Jacks stomache. Jack flew through the hall, landed on the floor and slid until he was stopped by a heavy door made of stone. While trying to get up he aimed at Chaemares head and shot. The bullets hit him directly in the face and ripped away part of it but he didn't stop. Instead his speed increased and he tackled Jack once again so that his ribs broke while he crashed though the stonedoor. Chaemare bowed down next to Jack and pressed his hand so hard against his mouth that he wasn't able to breathe anymore. Acidic blood dripped on Jacks face as he struggled to escape of this deadly grip. The pain made him want to scream but he couldn't. He almost lost conciousness because of the lack of oxygen but then he noticed the insecure stance of his opponent and kicked against his ankles. Jack pulled Chaemares legs away so he fell to the ground and let go of him. Not even a second has passes and Chaemare was on his feet again performing his next attack. He ripped out the door and smashed it against Jacks head. He flew against the wall and the door hit him once again. Jack wasn't even able to stand straight up anymore and was finally burried by the parts of the dooe, broken the moment it hit him the third time.

Chaemare, who has been quite confident he would win, turned and walked back into the hall, not noticing Jack still being alive. Under the mass of rubble his body transformed into a giant pool of blood and flowed forth from under it. Right behind Chaemaes throne he materialized again and stepped out of the shadows. "Hey, was that all you've got? For me it was not even work-out", he said and an evil grin appeared on his face. Slowly he walked over to Chaemare, who was now quite irritated, and even before he could react Jack ripped out his wings. He screamed of the pain he felt and with a fear-filled voice he asked "Who, or better yet, what are you? What do you want from me?" Jack bursted of laughter and replied "Looks like I'm your worst nightmare, huh? I'm a Devil Hunter, that's all you need to know." Chaemare just returned "How can you hunt devils if you're one yourself? Look at you. I can already tell you're the daughter of the Bloody Sandman Riff who went over to the human world and vorswore his powers. ... I still cannot understand why he betrayed me." "What did you just say? So I guess you're the reason my parents died, huh? And how do you know who I am?" Jack found the answer on his question himself. His shape wasn't the same as at the beginning of their fight. His real body was clearly visible, even to a blind one, a bats wings appeared on his back and his legs, right arm, left wing and part of his chest only consisted of blood.

"Hey, what are ya lookin' at, you pervert? Never seen a naked woman before, huh? You'd better look somewhere else or I'll rip off your head and play football with it", Jill frowned, moved forward and rammed her hand deep into Chaemares chest. Her blood red eyes glowed up as she ripped out his heart, but just seconds after she moaned of the pain she felt while his blood corroded her left arm. Noticing this to be his probably last opportunity to flee, Chaaemare grabbed for his heart, put it back into his open chest and spat acid in her face. Then he escaped through a secret passage hid behind a pillar while Jill staggered around and finally lost conciousness again, her head being half corroded. She didn't even notice everything around her falling to pieces as well as being saved by a red shadow.

nice one!! 

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thnx koRn for lettin me use on of your sig's!

Thanks ^_^ First Chapter that's kinda brutal though I had some problems in finding the right words XD Anyway, thanks for your feedback and I'll try to keep this up ^_^

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

Whoooa! that's a nice chapter! keep it up! cant wait for the next one! ^_^

ok, i took a little long but here it comes ^_^ enjoy

Second Life

Chapter Fife: Back to civilization

As Jill woke up she found herself sitting alone in the darkness, all her wounds already being healed. Silently she stood up and tried to find a way out of the cave. As she heard someone coming closer she began to run, always keeping her hand near the wall to feel where she went. But after a few meters the way was cut off and Jill fell deep down into an underground lake. She drowned though she struggled to stay afloat. The surface seemed to freeze and didn't let her out again, but in fact it wasn't freezing at all. Cursed dark water pulled her down even deeper and Jill almost lost hope to get out there alive but suddenly she felt a firm grip around her waist. Someone was pulling her out of the water and Jill felt tears of ease running down her cheeks. "You should better be careful next time. I may not be around if something like that happens again", a voice echoed through the cave. As her savior brought her back on save ground Jill collapsed of all the stress she had gone through this night. Going on a mission while being drunk has always been a bad idea but she never thought she would have to suffer so much because of it. Her whole body trembled, not only of the stress but of the cold water still running down her body. "Darn it, I'll catch a cold", Jill whispered and looked around but she still couldn't see anything. While she tried to get up she felt a hand gripping her right arm to help her up. She immediately blushed, turned away and staggered through the darkness. She wanted to thank her savior but she couldn't because she felt like it could be wrong. Trusting a demon could be her downfall, even if that one obviously seemed to care about her wellbeing. "Where do you want to go, so alone in the darkness? I could lead you wherever you want", the demon said and Jill stopped for a second. She sure could use a little help but she wasn't willing to follow a stranger who could cheat her easily. And so she walked on, replying "I just wanna get outta here. And before you dare to ask: No, I don't need your help. I can handle this on my own."

Not looking back Jill moved around the next corner and noticed a small spot of light above her head. It seemed as if the only way out would be this one so she climbed up the wall. After a few minutes she arrived at the top and started to curse around heavily as she noticed where she was, once again. Surrounded by giant maggots she stood on a mass of rubble once been the hall of devil king Chaemare. Jill still recognized the throne now being broken to pieces, and the walls of black marble. "What the f**k happened to this place", she whispered as if she feared something could hear her and then a familiar voice answered "The hall fell to pieces seconds after Chaemare blinded you by spitting acid in your face. It was never really stable but during your fight he must have damaged one of the supporting walls. You must know that this is the only hall that was build up, not carved into the stone like all the others. So, I guess you have found your way out, haven't you?" With a low voice Jill replied "Yeah, it looks like that's it. The only thing still buggin' me is that this coward has stolen my swords and I probably have to buy new ones cuz I cannot find mine. It sucks to be me, honestly." She shivered as she felt his hand touching her shoulder, but even though she started to like him she decided that it would be better if she never saw him again.

Jill walked on, straight towards one of the maggots and kicked hard against its head. Blood and shreds of its brain flew around and her savior seemed to be surprised about her physical strength. As he found her lying in the hall being badly hurt he couldn't believe she trie to kill Chaemare. He was convinced Chaemare was not even scratched but now he wasn't quite sure about that anymore, thinking she surely could have been able to send this bast*rd to his own personal hell. "Hey", he yelled, "I doubt you will need your swords. You are strong enough, even without them. Oh, and may I ask you something? Care to take me with you? I always wanted to see the human world." An astonished look upon her face Jill turned and asked "Who are you to ask me if you may accompany me, huh? Do I even know you?" "I'm sorry. I did not think of that", he said, bowed his head and turned away. Noticing he obviously was sad about it Jill soon regret what she said. On one hand she was not sure if she could trust him but on the other she did not want him to stay here alone, not after he asked her to come with her. "Ok, you may come with me", she said and an evil grin appeared on her face as she continued "but you have to obey two simple rules. First rule: You have to do whatever the f**k I say if you want to survive in the human world. Just remember that I am always right, to make it short. Second rule: If I may not be right rule one automatically grips. You got that?" As he turned Jill could see a light smile on his face and he replied "Yes, mam. Oh, and before you ask for it, my name is Rahan. I hope you're happy now." Jill started laughing and after she calmed down she took his hand and pulled him off the place. She wanted to get out, the sooner, the better. She ran away from the cave and didn't stop until she came to a sea of blood surrounded by pillars and statues, followed by Rahan. Breathing heavily she asked "What are we gonna do now? How do we get outta here?" Silence. After a few minutes h replied and Jill almost lost her nerves as she heard where she had to go. "You must be kidding. There must be another possibility to get out", she said and Rahan answered "You can also try to open the gate here but you have to use a spell for that. And I only know that it's the same you have to use to get in, but reversed. I doubt you will know that spell because there's no one who does anymore." Grinning Jill returned "You'll see soon enough", cast the spell of her fathers notes and pulled Rahan with her into the human world.

Late at night Jack stepped into The Hole, followed by a young man with long black hair and green eyes, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. "Hey folks", Jack said and continued with a wide smirk on his face "I got a new comrade for you guys. Hope you'll treat him right." Then both of them walked over to the counter and Jack ordered a Gin Tonic as usual. While giving it to him Ray asked "Who is this guy?", and poked against his shoulder. Jack, who didn't listen, drank his Gin Tonic in one draft and ordered another one. As Ray noticed he was being ignored he said "Hey, you listening? I asked you who this guy is." Turning his head and lifting his eyebrows Jack frowned "You said somethin?" Then he grabbed for the next drink and continued "Just kiddin', man. I know wut cha been sayin'. His name's Steve Rahan. He's an old friend of mine who came here from Great Britain. I thought he might need a job so I took him with me." Bursting of laughter Ray said "Who comes here and doesn't need a job? Except your twin sister, of course. Well then", he raised his voice and continued "Folks, listen up! We got a new comrade who will probably come here more often so I expect god manners of you guys. To make a long story short: Who starts a fight during the next few days gets thrown out for the rest of that night, got that?" As demotivated mourning reached his ears Ray smirked, satisfied about how much he ruined the mood of everyone.

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

Your stories are sweet... Would you mind checkin one of mine out???

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We All Have Our Demons!!!

haha I liked it!!! You know what I think about it so nothing much to say! lol that guy is cooooool!! I wonder what's gonna happen next!! awesome job!!! keep it up!!! =P

@ teztiment: thankies ^_^ i'll do if i have a lil bit more time, i promise =D btw, only DD knows so far but Jill is actuall me (at least judging by the character XD)

thankies DD ^_^ once again you like it =D and i'm glad about it, yay

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

DarkHuntress:

btw, only DD knows so far but Jill is actuall me (at least judging by the character XD)

Well when I read the first chapter, I knew that! ^ ^ cuz usually that's what I do when I write stories..and it's been a long time since I wrote a story..haha you inspired me DH..*goes to write*

devil_dante_:

DarkHuntress:

btw, only DD knows so far but Jill is actuall me (at least judging by the character XD)

Well when I read the first chapter, I knew that! ^ ^ cuz usually that's what I do when I write stories..and it's been a long time since I wrote a story..haha you inspired me DH..*goes to write*

lol, yeah, i inspired someone, yay. go DD, go DD ^_^ *does cheerleading*

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

Oh my god, it's been almost two months since I last posted here O_O Time to change that XD

 

Second Life

Chapter Six: Trouble over trouble

Early in the morning Jack still sat in The Hole, falling asleep on his chair. Since the introduction of Ray's new rule everyone's been quiet and boredom finally found its way into all of them. Another few minutes passed and nothing happened. Then Jack's head hit the table so that he woke up again, noticing everyone falling off their chairs because of laughter. "Very funny, guys. You are so f**king gloating, you'd even burst of laughter if someone died in a car accident, wouldn't you?" The answer followed promptly. A full bottle of beer flew towards Jack's head but he easily evaded it, grabbed for a table and threw it against a small group of Devil Hunters. Not even realizing what just happened, some others drew their guns and pointed them at Jack's torso. As he tried to grasp for his own revolver thirteen bullets found their way into his heart and lungs. He immediately got down on his knees, his head facing the ground as if he would mourn for someone. Just seconds after his hands were moving up to his chest, trying to pull out every bullet stuck in his body. And for the surprise of everyone else he stood up again, with red glowing eyes and a demonic smirk on his face. Then Jack slowly lifted his hands and threw back every bullet, directly into the barrels of the guns that once released them. Fear filled the hearts of the Devil Hunters and they grabbed for their combat-knifes and some bottles since their guns were broken now, thanks to Jack. Then they all surrounded him, hoping this to be the best way to defeat him. As one of them stormed forth Jack took a step aside, grasped for his arm and twisted it around. Then he lifted him up and threw him against the counter. Ray, who has been watching this scene with increasing interest, finally had enough and growled "Enough already. You guys wrecked my bar without any good reason. I warned you. Get out and don't come back 'till tomorrow night." As Ray locked the door behind them Steve asked "Did he notice what you are? I'm just asking because all the others seemed to have noticed it except him." Jack stayed silent for a moment, looked down to the floor and sighed. After a minute that seemed way too long he nodded his head and whispered "Yes, but even before I met you. I told him a few nights ago. Now c'mon, let's go home." Silence overcame both of them as they went through the empty streets. It was a bit too quiet for their taste though that was normal for that time of the day. The only noises reaching their ears were the crows fighting for a piece of bread and some cats sitting on the walls screaming. It was freezing, what was rare in early autumn, and hoar-frost already appeared on the windows. Everything seemed quiet but Jack felt uncomfortable. There was something that frightened him though he couldn't figure out what exactly it was. He just felt a dark shadow covering his heart and soul and turning every feeling into fear and despair.

The next Monday morning Jill was late again. She rarely got enough sleep since she started leading a second life and she sure couldn't need to be late once again because her teachers would take every opportunity to get rid of her after she had blown up the toilets back when she was in the fifth grade. The depressions that came up Sunday morning made everything even worse. Slowly Jill prepared and went to school. As she arrived she was directly sent to the principal who seemed to have been waiting for this day to come. "Ah, Jill Davis. Sit down! You know I told you I would watch every of your steps. You may not have prepared any pranks during the last few years but you are always late and you always forget to do your homework. Plus, one of your classmates told me your missing brother showed up to kill him." Jill just sat there, an uninterested look in her eyes, and frowned "Who cares? It my bro's stupid idea. As he heard what Billy did to me he was almost dying to meet him. He didn't mention he actually wanted to kill him. It wasn't..." She couldn't even speak out. "Billy said you told your brother to do such horrible things. I have enough of your whole behavior. You're a danger to everyone so I have no other choice but to make you leave this school." The principal had this look in his eyes that frightened Jill back when she was ten years old and even now he was able to scare her. But she wouldn't let him make her do whatever the f**k he said once again. Angry as she was she revealed her demonic half and growled with that frightening, insensible voice of her "So you throw me out of this school? Fine, cuz I'm having enough of you and your arrogant behavior. I did almost everything you told me to be able to stay here but  that wasn't enough. For you, I was like dirt under your shoes, not worth taking even one look at it. You may consider yourself being the king here but for me you've lost your crown long time ago. Farewell!" As she left the bureau Jill took one look back that seemed to say Tell this to anyone and I'll follow you wherever you go just to dispose of you.

Late in the afternoon Jill came back home with a family-size pizza and a satisfied smile on her face. Today was the first time she was able to tell someone what she actually thought about him without changing her personality. It was her first step to become more self-confident, but as soon as she sat down on the couch her self-confidence turned to doubts again. Jill didn't know why her feelings always changed so quickly as soon as she got home but she felt something dark that might have caused all this. Something was taking over her soul, she could feel it. Suddenly she heard a voice inside her head saying "Didn't you notice? Your friend left you. You're completely alone now and you always will be. No one cares for you! You can trust no one but me! Rest now and sleep." Then Jill noticed something or better yet someone missing. Rahan wasn't there and she was overrun by despair again as she realized this voice being right. She sank down to the floor, took one of the daggers sticking in her boots and cut the word solitude on the inside of her left lower arm. As tears completely took her sight a small demon looking like an imp appeared on the couch and took over control of Jill's mind. She cut through her throat but before she could ram the blade into her head a tidal wave of blood hit both her and the demon. As Jill got up again she could see Rahan standing in the door-case but she didn't remember him anymore. Being a puppet of the imp-like demon she stormed forth and tried to kill him while her master was drowning in blood. She rammed her dagger into Rahan's chest and twisted it around a few times. As she wanted to cut off his head the dying demon lost control and Jill broke down and started crying again. Rahan lifted her up carefully and carried her into the bedroom to calm down. "I'm so sorry", Jill sobbed and continued "I never meant to hurt you. Not even once. Forgive me, please!" He slowly wiped off her tears and pulled her body close to his own. Then he replied "I would forgive you everything!" A feeling of ease made Jill smile again and after a few minutes of silence she said "Promise me, please promise that you are never gonna leave me alone." A light smile appeared on his face as he returned "I would not even leave you alone if you wouldn't have asked me to. You're way too important to me, even if I don't know you that long. I would never want to lose you." Hearing this Jill was finally able to relax again and just seconds after she fell asleep in Rahan's arms, being completely exhausted.

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I'd prefer to be hated for what I am instead of being loved for what I'm not!
Sadness is just another word for not enough pizza!
Thankies DD, for this great sig ^_^ You're the best!!!

Nice chapter DH! I just told you what I think about it on msn so... >.> I really cant find anything to say! Sorry for forgetting who Rahan was though -_-' cant wait for one of your "last chapters" with some surprises! No spoilers though >.> cuz it's gonna be awesome >;D