Page 10 of Demon's Prey
Faith pointed at the piece of paper in front of him. “This is where we get food. Can you read English?”
Kurse laughed, then nodded. “I am fluid in all languages of humankind.”
Faith snickered. “Alrighty. Pick what you want, and we will order it.”
Kurse glared down at the menu and tried to interpret the descriptions. Each description had a tiny shaped pepper next to it, which he assumed was some form of rating. He picked the dish with the most peppers next to it.
When their food arrived, the server had barely any time to place the plate down. Kurse devoured it within a single gulp. Faith was watching him intently as he rolled out his giant tongue, then gobbled the meal up with a swash of spit and teeth.
Faith was glaring as he licked his lips. “Um, I’m guessing that was good?”
Kurse was about to respond when he felt something tingly in his throat. His tongue, cheeks, and entire digestive tract were set ablaze within a few seconds.
He ripped the table off its hinges and screamed into the field room. “FUCK!”
He could only see red as he blasted around the restaurant, knocking over chairs, people, tables, glass, and perfectly constructed meals. He needed to cool down instantly, but he didn’t know where the nearest water source was.
Kurse kicked down a door, startling a man right behind it. He bellowed for the man to move. The man was thrown back, appearing to have shit himself at the sight of the demon.
The room had smaller doors that he quickly slammed down. Within them were small bowls filled with water. He lunged at it and wrapped his lips around it, sucking water into his gullet diligently.
“Oh fuck yeah!” He whispered to himself. The water had a strange citrus taste to it, but it would do. He was finally able to calm himself down when he stood up, once again smacking his head on the ceiling.
“FUCK!”
Kurse left the room and noticed that the restaurant had erupted into chaos. A young child was clutching his mother and pointed up at him.
“That demon drank from the toilet bowl, mommy!”
Kurse licked his lips, giggling. So that was what they called them here on Earth.
He scanned the room for his beloved, finding her nowhere in sight. He tramped through the kitchen, sending utensils and pans clanging to the floor. He blared at a man in all white, who was trembling in the corner.
“Where is that woman? The one with the hair?”
The man cringed. Kurse clenched his fists together. He thought about how his mate looked—beautiful blue eyes and yellow hair.
“Blonde, yellow hair,” he bellowed.
The man’s shaking finger pointed in the direction in which they came. Kurse burst through the door and saw Faith retreating quickly away.
She must have forgotten all about him.
6
FAITH
Faith saw Kurse running toward the bathroom and knew she couldn’t take it anymore. This wasn’t going to be an easy life. It was already like taking care of a fucking toddler.
She had made it out to the street when she heard him call for her. She tried to ignore him, but he had a loud and deep voice. There was no way to ignore the sound of that megaphone.
“Faith!” He roared.
She could have sworn that she heard some glass crack. Immediately after, he must have taken a running start and shot into the air, landing next to her, smacking into stone with his epic weight.
Faith screamed, frustrated and fed up, “Kurse! I can’t do this! You need to go back to wherever you came from.”
Kurse followed after her. He was huge, so it wasn’t hard.
