[9]

"Darn White Lighter-s, always being a pain in my ass." I mutter as I carefully lift up a large triple pane plexiglass framed window, and use telekinesis to help balance as I gently set it down on the supplies cart typically used for building supplies while my other items are in the normal shopping cart.

'I think I have everything I need…plus some extra stuff and extra materials.' I mutter in my head while pushing the normal cart and pulling the supplies cart behind me to the checkout.

"Hello Handsome, do you need a freight truck to deliver your purchase today?" The middle aged moderately attractive woman running the cash register greets me.

"Hmm," I hum as I look at my two carts…and shrug.

"I should be fine without needing a delivery." I decide after a few seconds.

"Are you sure…?" She asks me.

"Because, that's a lot of stuff to fit in a pickup truck…and if you have a short bed…" The woman continues, and I start to see what she means.

'Heh, she's just trying to milk more money out of me, but now that I think about it I won't be able to fit everything in my F-100 the box is too short for the lengths of wood and just the window will take up a lot of space.

"Okay, your hunch is probably right, please get me the freight truck." I nod and smile at the woman whose eyes become partial lidded.

"I like a man who can admit when he's wrong." The woman says and it's easy to hear the thirstiness in her voice.

A huff of air exploded out of me, "So do the women in my life." I joke back to her and I can tell that she takes some critical damage to her confidence from my reply.

"I-I see, just let me get your information, do you have a place you want your purchase left and a key to unlock and relock such place after drop off."

"My friends should be at the house when the driver comes, warn him if he makes any comments or leers at them…he'll find himself regretting it for the rest of his life." I tell her and hear her gulp as I look back down to the form on the counter and fill it out with detailed instructions.

"There, all done with that and here's my debit card." I say to her and hand her my card, 'I could have put it in the Shop's card or the Nightclub franchise card, but since it's personal I better not…don't want the IRS coming for my ass.' I internally joke, while memories of other people I knew in my past life using their businesses to get out of paying taxes on Ludacris things like expensive cars and then selling them for a bit of a profit, until the IRS caught wind of it and came after them.

Finishing my purchase, I leave the store and pause misstep as I smell evil and feel a tickle of danger at the back of my neck.

My muscles coil in anticipation of an attack. I start scanning my surroundings while strengthening my forcefield, making it thick enough it almost becomes a visible coating covering my entire body.

A silver athame flashes from over my left shoulder, the blade shatters against the section of force field that protects my neck.

A snarl of pain follows it, I react in a flash, fingers becoming tipped with claws, lashing out I see Jeremy blood flies in the air as five rubby lines grow across his chest.

"About time you show yourself thin blood!" Jeremy snarls as his face distorts to show off his demonic allegiance.

I arch my left eyebrow at him while resisting the urge to roll my eyes, "You say that like it's an insult, but you're even lower than me a worm sucking the toes of a demon for a little juice, murdering and raping witches for what little inklings of power you can milk from their corpses." I reply to Jeremy while lunging forwards. I plunge my right hand into his gut and lift him into the air.

Suddenly Jeremy laughs a demented crazed laugh,"Once you're dead, I'm going to take my time raping and killing the charmed ones, just like I killed their precious Grandmother!"

"Burn in purgatory for killing Grams and planning to hurt my girls." I snarl as Jeremy screams in pain as I use my reverse healing ability to slowly start killing him and Jeremy tries to shimmer away, but I hold him in place with telekinesis but sirens interrupt me as I'm about to atomize him.

'I have to make it look like self defense…' I think as Jeremy nearly manages to shimmer away, while I look towards the sirens.

I use telekinesis to make a deep gash in my throat where the knife would have hit, but also use telekinesis to prevent my blood from spraying out of the punctured artery while I begin pummeling Jeremy and he manages to fight back only because he draws deeper on his link to whatever demon he has a contract with, his visage becoming more demonic as he does so.

"I'LL KILL YOU FILTHY DILUTED BLOOD!" Jeremy screeches loud enough to make my ears bleed, the injuries from the blows I've dealt to him beginning to steam and fade away as an obsidian athame appears in his left hand in an off handed backwards grip.

Jeremy or whatever is wearing him slashes at me the magical obsidian athame hisy forcefield and starts to make sparks fly off of it, I can feel my shield beginning to weaken.

A snarl resounds in my chest as I grab his wrist and twist, and am rewarded with the sound of bone snapping and a scream/screech of pain, but I continue forwards stabbing the athame into Jeremy's chest right where his heart should be the athame slides through bone and flesh like butter.

"NOOO, I'LL BE BACK!" Jeremy screeches and dark spots start to form in my vision looking sideways slightly; only using my eyeballs I see that my control over keeping the blood flow slowed has slipped slightly.

'Shit, if I were to black out now…I'll die…' I worry as a rush of…for lack of a better description oily…slimy power flows into me through the obsidian athame, along with the powers stolen from the good witches as small orbs explode out of the now decaying magical weapon that crumbles into shards and fall to the pavement, I have this odd sensation of growing stonger whilst growing weaker at the same time as an intution based feeling tells me I can now shimmer and throw fireballs.

My knees give out and I find myself kneeling on the ground leaning against Jeremy's cooling and returning to normal corpse, pushing his body away from me I let myself fall backwards and fall so that my legs aren't stuck underneath me.

"Shit, Hold on!" A shadow falls over me something about that voice is familiar but all I can see is a silhouette.

I black out and come to multiple times flashes of being on the back of an ambulance, as two EMTs work to save my life, and then in an operating room with an oppressive light above me and one of those vacuum things they use at a Dentist office used to suck out blood from my wound.

"Someone sedate him, we can't risk him moving while I try to pinch off his artery!" I hear someone shout and do my best not to flinch before a fuzzy warmth over takes me and I drift off into darkness, once more.

Three distinct scents tickle my nose and make a feeling of relief fill my chest, even though I can tell that they're terrified and besides themselves with worry, their gently touches on my hands, arms and legs make me real and I sink into a much more comfortable and lighter darkness once more.