Dealing with Devils

Chapter 11
Leigh’s POV

I get back up the stairs and close the door on the howl, which may just start to pierce my eardrums. Luckily the cellar has soundproofing. When there isn’t a wolf using it as a place to change it’s my training room.

When i arrive in the kitchen Izzy has made me some food, pasta and chicken with cheese, I know it sounds like a weird combination but it’s yummy. I eat with muster and am about half way through when Marty comes through the back door.

“You want?” I ask pointing to another plate full of food. I don’t know why I bother asking he comes here without eating because he always gets offered food and izzy gets offended if we don’t eat it.

“Yum, how was college?” he asks me with his mouth full.

“Don’t even ask.” I say with mine full too, I swallow then continue. “I spoke to Jamie…”

“How did it go?”

“She’s locked up in a cage in the cellar.”

He raises his eyebrows at me. “That well huh?” I reach over to hit him but he moves out the way in time. “Your losing your aim slayer.” I narrow my eyes at him and we continue eating in silence.

“Where we off to then?” Marty asks after we have finished eating.

“You better wrap up warm ‘cause I heard on the grapevine that there Scotland has got a really bad case of the not so warm but fuzzies.” I say grabbing a scarf off the coat rack.

Marty groans as I hand him a scarf with a smile.

“Fuck it’s cold!” Marty says shivering against the cold.

“I did warn ya.” I say scanning the woods. Always with the woods or forests or large group of trees. “Hey, watch where you are pointing that gun!” I say pointing at the gun in Martys hand.

“Paranoid much?” He replies pointing the gun into the darkness.

I shoot him a look which I guess he cant see but what the hell, I’m sure he knows I’m doing it anyway.

“Oh I totally forgot to tell you, me and Dale are sort of back on.” Marty informs me.

“When did that happen?” I ask shocked, Marty hasn’t mentioned him in ages.

“Well…”

I cut him off. “Shh.” I can almost feel Marty roll his eyes from where he is standing, about a foot away from me. I can hear a growl cut through the now silent and still air. Shit where did that come from? I look around into the pitch black. Not a streetlamp for miles. This cannot be good.

Over in the distance I see a large figure step out of the darkness. I can only see its outline but it’s defiantly a wolf.

It doesn’t even give me a warning growl it just lunges at me. Cutting through the air, like a knife through butter.

I only have time to push Marty to the floor and out of harms way when I feel my back hit the floor. I reach up and catch the sides of the beasts head. Threading my fingers through his fur and pushing it back. It whines in pain but doesn’t let up the pressure.

“Marty get up. Shoot it.” Don’t worry it’s just a tranquilliser. “Shoot it!” I feel something hit my leg and pierce the skin. “Not me you bin bag!” My adrenalin is keeping the solution from working properly at the moment but I have to do something now.

I manage to hold its head with one arm taking the dart out of my leg and push it deep into its side. It makes it falter but that alone is not going to get it to sleep.

I hear the gun reload and shoot. It whines in pain again a second before collapsing on top of me.

“What the hell Mart?” I say trying to stand.

“Shit… I’m sorry come on lets get back before you pass out.” Marty then grabs my hand and I grab the wolf, Marty then completes the circle by also grabbing onto the wolf. We make it back to the house and into the cage before I pass out.


I wake up with a one hell of a headache. Fucking tranq guns. At least I woke up in my own bed. I seriously consider just rolling over and going back to sleep but I do have work to do. Izzy is going to want a blow by blow run down of what happened. She only does this whenever I get hurt.

I groan and roll onto my stomach pushing my face into the pillow. I do not want to go through it again. It’s embarrassing. Stupid Marty, I must remember to get him to do some target practice so this doesn’t happen again.

I lie for a while before mustering up the motivation to get up and out of bed. I stand up and catch myself in the mirror, I look like shit and I’m wearing some flannel pyjamas with pictures of penguins on. So izzy dressed me for bed then.

I walk down the stairs and find izzy has already started the coffee machine, I love her.

“How you feeling?”

I groan at her before taking a large swallow of coffee. “Just don’t ask… please don’t ask.”

She smiles at me. “Marty already told me what happened before he left last night.” I throw her a look before grabbing two more cups of coffee and making my way downstairs.

I place the cups down on the table in the corner and wave my hand in the direction of Jamie’s cage. Nothing happens. “Fucking stupid Marty, never getting near a tranq gun again!” looking through the bars the lucky bitch is still asleep. Why didn’t I think of that? Oh yeah I did. “Damn it being a slayer cuts into my sleep time.” I say to myself. I look around for the keys but find nothing. “Izzy! Where are the keys for the cage?!” I shout up the stairs.

“Top drawer!” she shouts down to me. Fucking keys, I hate keys, you can never find the fucking things. I realise I’m cursing a lot but I’m a little groggy this morning.

I take out the keys and begin to unlock Jamie from her new found prison. Why wont the key go into the fucking padlock? Wrong key. Shit. I search through the keys on the key ring I swear there must me a thousand.

Then I get this strange sensation that there is something in my mouth that shouldn’t be. I search around with my tongue and my groggy mind registers that it’s another tongue. I don’t remember having two tongues.

There’s also a hand on the back of my head. What the fuck is going on?