Demigod Down (12 page)

“Blah, blah, blah, you greasy sleaze ball,
neither you nor your boss you are an actual God, get over
yourself!” I taunted him.

Freezing cold air knocked the wind out of me
again and I braced my forearms on my knees, keeping my chin
elevated I watched him glide over the grass, perfect, he had
skills.

“What are you waiting for you pathetic
half-breed?” I sneered at him, taking another arctic blast to my
shins, bracing my hands against the grass as I slid backwards on my
stomach.

“Ouch,” I groaned, pulling my knees
underneath me, while staying low to the ground.

Alfie was watching me from wide eyes, unsure
what to do, probably thinking I was insane to taunt the
air-blasting lunatic. Maybe. I was running off a hunch and
currently, it was the best I had.

Besides I needed to keep him focused on me. I
was hoping Alfie would take the hint and get back up or a sword.
Hell at this point, I would settle for a gun. Not sure any of the
above would kill him, but the good news I was prepared to try it
all. I know, shocking right?

“You will beg at his hands,” Sleaze ball
hissed at me, his eyes bloodshot as he glided closer.

I smiled, pushing myself upright, I had
planned on staying closer to the ground to try and avoid a few
bruises and scrapes, but my pride wasn’t having it.

“I don’t beg, bitch. I break people,” I
informed him, my stance widening, hands fisted at my sides.

Sleaze ball laughed, a high-pitched, wheezing
noise. It was then I made my move.

Clearing the distance between us with quick
strides, I drew back my fist smashing it against his nose,
satisfied with the crunch of bones under my knuckles.

“You bitch!” he screamed at me stumbling
back.

I snarled, advancing on him.

Pushed with one pale, skinny hand, I was
launched over the ground, into a fence and slammed into a
chlorinated pool of water.

Perfect.

Opening my eyes I waited, for painful moments
as the pool’s chemicals burned the cuts along my back and sides.
Using the edge of the pool, I pushed down as far as I could,
resting the toes of my shoes flat on the bottom. I waited until
sleazy’s dark shadow lurked over the pool. My air almost all gone,
I pushed myself up forcefully.

Breaking the surface, I pulled in deep a
breath before wrapping my arms around Sleaze’s ankles, pulling him
down into the water with me.

He flailed and thrashed around as I held
tightly to him, pushing him down to the bottom and adjusting my
grip to around his waist. My long shot guess was proving to be
true, in an environment lacking air, his powers were useless. I
just had to hold out longer than him, while keeping him from
getting another breath or drowning me.

Shit, I still hadn’t gotten the information
of who the other deranged demigod was.

He thrashed around, trying hard to buck me
off of him and to the surface, but I wouldn’t let him go, even as
the oxygen burned in my chest. Keeping my arms wrapped around his
middle, I used my weight to sink him. He bit into my shoulder,
drawing a grunt from me, which used up my limited oxygen.

Finally, he screamed under the water,
releasing his precious air in a foolish attempt as his next breath
sucked in the water. His body automatically attempted to reject the
water that would kill him as he thrashed in my grasp. It didn’t
work as he sucked in additional water.

He stopped fighting and I pushed rapidly to
the surface, latching onto the side of the pool heaving myself out
of the water I inhaled the cool crisp air into my lungs, my legs
still hanging in the pool I stared at the tan cool decking.

The click of guns had me looking up at
Blake’s security, resting my head against the pool decking. “You
are late, boys,” I croaked out.

“Is he dead, Olivia?” Alfie asked, pushing to
the front.

I sighed, heaving myself completely out. “I
hope so,” I answered, watching his body float face down to the
surface.

“How did you know the water would dampen his
powers?” Alfie asked me, crouching down to examine the wounds on my
back.

“Lucky guess,” I answered honestly.

“The real question is how did he know where I
was?” I pondered out loud.

“It is common knowledge where you are
staying,” Alfie said, not looking at the situation as I was.

“Maybe, but how did he know I would be on
this street unarmed?” I asked, looking at him. “I am hardly ever
unarmed.”

Alfie shifted from foot to foot, “What are
you thinking?” he finally asked me.

“This isn’t over and his partner is going to
show up next.” I sighed, wringing the water from my hair as the
sirens wailed in the distance. “Maybe staying with Blake is too
dangerous,” I muttered.

“No, he has waited for your return for weeks.
Leaving would be an insult,” Alfie passionately informed me as I
stood up.

I huffed. This relationship shit was cramping
my impulsive nature.

The sirens were getting closer. “You should
probably get your guys out of here,” I muttered.

Alfie blinked, nodding before giving a few
hand gestures and the lawn cleared out. Looking up, a terrified
woman in curlers clutched her small dog to her chest from her back
door.

I waved and she passed out, releasing the
small dog who instantly began barking.

“I should probably go check on her,” Alfie
said as she hit the door frame before sliding down.

“Probably a good idea,” I agreed as the sound
of squealing tires followed by doors thrown forcefully open
announced the arrival of the human police. “I don’t think you will
get there though.”

“Hands in the air!” one of them shouted as I
turned to them, still behind the rod iron gate.

I rested my hands on my hips, “Where is
Mercer?” He usually showed up to the supernatural parties.

“Hands in the air!” he screeched again, the
gun shaking.

“You should probably do as he says Olie,”
Alfie warned, raising his own hands.

“Easy, Riggs,” said another uniformed
officer, leveling a gun at our direction.

I tapped an annoyed finger against my hip,
adrenaline from the fight still pushing through my veins.

An unmarked older tan car pulled up and I
watched closely the stout man who got out.

It wasn’t Mercer, but a wider man with a
hefty double chin and a wrinkled brown suit. He stormed across the
yard, fists clenched.

“You won’t be getting out of anything this
time, demon. Put you god damn hands in the air!” he bellowed at
me.

He was making me regret not killing
humans.

Following Alfie’s lead, I raised my hands to
my shoulders, my back protesting the movement. Slowly the
plainclothes officer made his way through the hole my body had
made, sneering at me the entire time.

Fuck.

Forcefully, he wrenched a hand behind my
back, slapping the cuff on before he jerked down my other hand.

“You have no jurisdiction here,” I informed
him, my patience being tested.

Putting his foul smelling mouth next to my
ear, he laughed softly, “The game has changed, bitch. You can’t go
around drowning humans.”

I scoffed, my body growing cold as I decided
he was worth the risk of killing a human. “That isn’t a human - you
vile, worthless, piece of trash,” I hissed.

He shoved me forward and I landed hard on my
bare knees against the pool decking, more of my blood spilling out
as Alfie was treated to the same unfair treatment.

Without a word or medical attention to my
back, they hauled us into the dusty unmarked car, not bothering to
check on the woman at the open door or her noisy dog.

“Who are you?” I asked the wide asshole as he
slid in the drivers seat in front of me.

He cast a disapproving look in the rearview
mirror. “I’m Franks, the new department liaison.”

“Where is Mercer?” Alfie asked.

Franks smile widened, “He was fired for
conduct unbecoming a police officer. Sticking your dick into the
leader of the demons isn’t a choice well received. ”He grinned
maliciously turning his attention to the road in front of him as he
started the car.

Pushing back against the seat, I pulled my
legs up ignoring the pain the fabric caused rubbing against my back
as I slammed both my feet into his seat, repeatedly.

“Keep it up, you are adding assault to a
police officer,” Franks threatened in a growl.

I only hit his seat harder, hard enough to
bounce his tubby frame around. I could feel Alfie’s eyes on me, and
I knew it was childish, but I didn’t give a shit. If this asshole
lived another day, he would be lucky.

They separated us upon arrival to the police
precinct and the stares I received as Franks slammed my shoulder
against the hallway were both mortified and impressed. He shoved me
gleefully into a holding cell with other human miscreants.

“Have fun, demon freak,” he taunted,
whistling jauntily as he left.

I sighed, resting my head against the filthy
bars. I needed to clean my wounds.

A hand slapped down painfully on my open back
wounds and without thinking, I turned around, wrapping my own arm
around the arm of the woman who had touched me, pinning it
painfully behind her back and forcing her to her knees.

Leaning down, I hissed into her ear, “Touch
me again, bitch and you will lose the arm.” Shoving her away from
me and sprawling onto the concrete floor and into the other
inmates.

Someone was going to pay dearly for this.

No one else dared approached me.

Hours passed by as I waited either to be
interrogated or released. I was going to find Franks family and I
was going to teach him a lesson. That was the only thought that
consoled me.

I was not expecting Hash who arrived outside
the bars grinning like the smug fool I knew him to be.

“Olivia,” he said, staring at me as the
officer unlocked the cell door.

I moved, ready to get out of here. “Hash,” I
stated, certain nothing good would come of this.

I followed him as he exited the holding area
and into another hallway before turning into an interrogation room.
So this was how they were going to play it.

He sat in the thin metal chairs turning off
the microphone in front of us before he began a single file in
front of him.

“Quite an exciting afternoon you’ve had
yourself,” he began.

I grunted.

“The blood work came back and it wasn’t a
human you killed,” he continued.

“I know,” I stated flatly. He wanted
something and unfortunately I could guess what it was.

He pushed the file toward me, thumbing
through it quickly I found pictures of Mercer and Grams together,
me and Kass, and me at Blake’s house. It was unnerving that I
hadn’t seen the picture taker.

“Why are you digging into us?” I asked him as
I sat back in the uncomfortable chair.

He smiled and slime dripped down my back in
revulsion, “You.” He said still smiling even with my facial
features pinched in disgust. “I am only looking into you.” He said,
leaning back in his chair.

I should have killed him that night he
propositioned me in the alley. Why didn’t I? Why did I let Franks
arrest me? Why hadn’t I just killed them fucking all?

“Why?” I asked again, wanting to smack that
smug look off his face.

“We have unfinished business,” he said.

“You cannot be fucking serious?” I answered
as the realization of what he meant finally dawned upon me. “You
think if you drag up something so terrible, so haunting, so
damaging in my past I will sleep with you?”

He just kept smiling.

I debated, slamming myself up and into his
face to scare that satisfied look off his face, but I was tired. I
shook my head instead, rubbing my temples.

“You are such a fucking idiot.” I muttered,
looking up. “You won’t find anything.”

He tapped the file. “Oh, I found
something.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “What?”

He grinned, taking a pleasure in his
blackmail. “You didn’t exist six and a half years ago.”

I raised an eyebrow, not commenting as he
leaned forward with boyish glee, “It’s only a matter of time before
I figure out who and where you were before that, but I’ll stop.” He
whispered, licking his lips as he eyes roved over my chest.

I actually wasn’t that tired anymore.

Slamming up from my seat, I smacked the table
with my open palms, learning forward so we were inches apart.

“You are playing a dangerous game Hash and it
will not end up in the bedroom like you expect.” Leaning closer, I
whispered into his ear. “If I hear of this again, you will be dead.
I will make you watch as I torture your wife, until she begs for it
to stop, and I will gut you, letting the painful process of
bleeding out take you.”

He gulped, shaking slightly as I pulled back,
sporting a smile as I sat back down.

The fucker had rattled me and I did not enjoy
the feeling. I had existed six and a half years ago as a slave to
Selena. That information would not become public knowledge, if I
could prevent it and I was willing to do a lot to prevent it.

Why was my past so important anyways? Did it
matter? Did it change who and what I was?

No, it didn’t.

Hash left quickly and another officer showed
me out. He was silent but I could feel his brooding nature, he
wasn’t a fan of the changes that were happening here, nor of the
open wounds still on my back.

Exiting, I was glad to see Alfie pacing
worriedly on his cell phone.

“Never mind. She is out,” he said, closing
the phone quickly.

“You okay?” He asked as I stomped to the
car.

“No,” I growled, “but I will be.”

I tapped my fingers rapidly against the
interior door handle. “Drop me at the manor,” I demanded through
clenched teeth.