Pushing at the heavy door, I stepped back into the nightclub. I froze. My eyes and brain arguing over what I was looking at until my eyes won and managed to convince my brain that I wasn’t seeing things.
Three of the mobsters were sprawled on the floor, motionless. Covered in blood. Where was the fourth? Carefully, I stepped forward. Inching closer until I could see the booth we had been occupying. It was empty. A wet slurping noise from the other side of the booth drew me insidiously towards it.
I crept over, wondering what the hell I was going to see. But my imagination could not prepare me for what I found.
Rossi was also sprawled on the nightclub floor. Also motionless. His chest and stomach had been ripped open and all his insides were on display. Jinx was straddling him. His arms sheeted in thick red blood up to his elbows. He looked up at me and I saw the lower half of his face was also covered in blood. His amber eyes lit up at the sight of me and he grinned around whatever he had clenched in his teeth. Was it a heart? A liver? Feeling queasy I looked away.
“What the hell, Jinx?”
Nothing but soft squishing sounds answered me. My stomach roiled.
“Will you please stop eating him!”
He made a grumbling noise of displeasure but the gross noises stopped. I still couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Instead, I looked at the other dead bodies, who all had their chests ripped open. How on earth was I going to make this look mundane?
“For fuck’s sake Jinx!” I snapped angrily.
I turned to face him and found he was standing by Mr. Rossi now. Jinx stared back at me looking completely crestfallen and dejected. His shoulders slumped. It was like looking at a kicked puppy.
I sighed. “I’m sorry. Thank you for coming to save me, it’s very sweet of you.”
Instantly he perked up, his eyes glowing and his usual grin back in place. He must have sensed my distress and decided to come to my rescue. It was incredibly touching. Almost romantic, in a twisted sort of way. Nobody apart from my parents and sister cared that much about me. To care enough to come to my rescue, it meant that Jinx must have feelings for me. The thought was immensely pleasing.
I noticed he was wearing clothes. Tight jeans that had been white and a tee shirt that had been baby blue, before being splattered with blood and gore. He looked good in them. The jeans especially were very tight. He might actually look better in clothes than out of them.
I winced, disgusted at having horny thoughts in the middle of a mass murder. I needed to focus. My heart sank as I looked around again. There was no way to fix this. We needed to get out of here. Eliminate all traces of having ever been here. A thought struck me.
“Find my phone!”
Jinx nodded happily and started skipping towards the door.
“Without killing anyone else!” I hastily amended.
He looked over his shoulder with a scowl but he nodded.
Sighing, I looked over the carnage once more. Fire. Burning it all with fire was going to be the only option.
I ran over to the bar and frantically grabbed bottles of spirits. I needed something the mundanes could attribute as an accelerant. I was throwing alcohol all over the bodies when Jinx sauntered back in. He presented me with my blood smeared phone proudly.
I tried not to wonder what he had done to the man mountain in order to get my phone back. At this stage it didn’t really matter. Besides, for all I knew, Jinx may have merely retrieved it from wherever the doorman had put it and the human was entirely unharmed.
“Thank you,” I managed weakly, gingerly dropping it into my jacket pocket.
Jinx beamed in pride, and my heart melted a little.
“You want to do the honors?” I asked, gesturing at the crime scene.
He grinned malevolently and nodded. He held out his hand, and I felt the tingle of his demonic magic as the bodies erupted into flames. The firelight reflected in his eyes. It was a good look. He looked every inch the vengeful demon. Well, apart from his ridiculous cheesy grin.
The alarms and sprinklers went off. Anyone still alive in the building would have time to get out. But the sprinklers were not going to be able to stop the fire. It was perfect.
“Let’s go home,” I said.
The demon smiled at me and took my hand in his blood covered own. I couldn’t help but smile back. I was so doomed.
Chapter five
Wegothomewithoutincident, despite the fact I felt incredibly self-conscious driving with a blood-soaked demon in my front passenger seat.
