Summoned

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Here it is, Chapter 11. I’m really happy with how this one turned out. It’s packed with a lot of action and interesting encounters! ;)

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WARNING: There will be violence in this chapter, don’t like violence then don’t read or skip that section.

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Chapter 11

( A Few Hours Earlier That Night )

Me and my dad were driving to an independent martial arts tournament hosted by a local fitness gym. While either of us weren’t participating, the manager of the event had asked my dad to present the awards to the place winners. The reason for this is because my dad is more famous then our family lets on. To the martial arts and even sports world in general, my family has earned a lot of respect from having several generations of champions. My dad currently holds the U.S. world title as champion. A title he has earned for over twenty years besides a few odd times he was beaten but he always bounces back. In fact, he will be competing in a worldwide tournament later this summer that only takes place every seven years. Only a participating countries titled champion and a select other few with recognizable skill are invited. My Grandpa actually held that title for over a decade when he was in his thirties. He retired in his fifties when my dad beat him in the U.S. championship when my dad was in his late twenties. I hope to be able to do the same someday. Since I’m eighteen and this tournament follows old traditions such as no discriminations such as gender and race, just honorable skill required, I’m eligible but my dad is making me wait a few more years. I think he just wants me to finish college first.

He asked me to tag along and check it out, not that I would deny him. This was a great way to spend my Friday night. No street fighting to the death with demons, no mass killings or questioning detectives, just me and my dad having a good time watching something we love. I almost think he is using this as a good excuse to keep me close so I don’t go risking my neck again anytime soon.

“So is anyone else from the dojo coming?” I ask after taking a sip of my coke bottle.

“Yeah, Bill is meeting us there. I think one or two of the college kids might show up too.”

“Awesome, Bill is great!” I say with a grin. Bill Downey is like my second dad. He’s one of my dad’s best friends and a sensei at our school. He is in his mid forties and has been practicing with us for over twenty years, before I was born. He’s tough as a teacher but a softy on a normal basis. While he jokes around a lot, he is not a guy you want to pick a fight with. He’s over six feet tall with a broad build. The military style haircut also adds to his intimidation.

“I figured you wouldn’t mind,” my dad says with a laugh. “Here’s our exit. When we get there, they should have some seats reserved for us.”

“K. sounds good.”

We pull off the freeway onto Merrill Road. I check the MapQuest printout and tell him where to turn at. We eventually pull up to a large three story tall building. Its looks kind of like a ware house so it must be owned by the gym or a sponsor who rented it to them. Just the site of the large banner and all the cars makes me pumped with excitement. I was like a kid at his first baseball game. We park a few yards away and head inside. When we enter, we are immediately greeted to cheering fans and fighters warming up. A man in a dark blue button down shirt sees us and comes our way. I don’t recognize him but by seeing him name tag shows he must work this event.

“Hi Mr. Collins, I’m Rick Bates the event manager. Your friend is already at your seats, I’ll escort you and fill you in on how we are going to run the award ceremony.” He says once he’s in front of us with a big grin.

“Please to meet you, this is my daughter Harley. Can’t wait to see the action.” My dad says as they shake hands. Rick shakes mine as well and we start walking.

Since the building is just an open warehouse the contestants are freely walking around the mats. There are four large rings so it looks like the preliminary will be going simultaneously with four fights at a time before they bring out the main ring for the finals. The stands are basic bleachers that reach ten rows up with a few rows of chairs floor level in front for reserved seating. It’s a small event so there are probably about 300 guests sitting down talking and snacking. Eight fighters are walking to the rings so the first round must be starting soon. We notice Bill not too far off sitting to the right of the judging panel in the first row. He waves us over.

“Excuse me, Rick?” I ask.

“Yes?”

“You’re having a judging panel for the prelims?”

“Yeah, even though we have refs to keep it fair and safe, we also want judges to watch the techniques for some smaller awards.” He explains as we near Bill.

“Oh that’s cool, I’ll have to pay attention too. Hi Bill!”

“Hey guys, how are you?” Bill says as he stands to greet us.

“Good as always, you guys get comfortable why I go with Rick for a bit to the staff area.” My dad says to Bill and me. The two walk off to a roped off area as I sit down next to Bill.

“So you ready to see some action?” Bill asks with a smile.

“You bet, this is really cool.” I reply as I scan the nearby fighters. My gaze freezes on one contestant across the room warming up. “No way, that jerk just had to be here.”

“Bill look straight across then to the right where there are a few guys stretching.” I say not taking my eyes off the man.

“Ok…who am I loo—No way you have got to be shitting me.” He glances back at me then adds, “Excuse the language.”

“Don’t worry I was thinking the same thing. Of all the people competing, Steve Crandall had to be one of them.” I say with clear annoyance.

“Shit, he spotted us.”

“And look he’s coming over to say hi.” I say sarcastically, not at all happy about what is about to take place.

He walks around the bleachers with a few guys in tow, probably groupies from his current martial arts school. Within seconds he’s standing in front of me. Bill and I both stand as well.

“Well, look who it is Sensei Bill and Sensei Collins. You’ve sure grown up a bit Harley since I’ve seen you last.” He eyes me up and down, a cocky smirk on his face. “Not participating?”

“No, just viewing. Tom is giving the awards out.” Bill answers, his voice calm yet stern.

“I heard about that, very cool. One of those are going to be mine, I’m going to blow through the prelim.”

“Getting a bit ahead of your self don’t you think?” I say raising an eyebrow.

“If you had let me stay you might know how good I am but then again your school was probably holding me back now that I look back on it.” He says which gets a small chuckle from his peanut gallery. I clench my fists but hold back the impulse to react.

“If we’d have let you stay, you might actually be some real competition for these other guys.” I say with some edge. “I better stop while I’m ahead I don’t want this to become a scene.”

A scowl appears on his face but quickly disappears into another cocky grin. “Trust me, I’m too much for these guys to handle…..maybe you’d like to find out.” He says, giving me another once over. I instantly know those words have a double meaning by the way he’s looking at me. Bill must have caught it too because he speaks before I do.

“Watch your mouth, boy. Say things like that and you’ll find yourself in a tight place.”

“That’s what I’m going for.” Steve says twisting Bills once intimidating words around to get a laugh from his boys.

“You fucking litt--”

“Bill! Let it go, he’s just being a jerk.” I cut Bill off and grab his arm to hold him back. “Why don’t you go warm up or something, Steve. The matches are going to start.” I say to Steve to get him to leave.

“Fine, it’s been a nice chat. Maybe we can catch up later.” He says, giving me a wink.

“Creeper.” I silently say as he walks off. I tug on Bill’s arm to get him to sit down. He is defiantly like a second dad, always ready to protect me from people like Steve. The loud speaker goes on announcing the names of the contestants. The refs get into place and the fighters touch gloves. They are all wearing thin hand gloves or wrapping as well as mouth guards. A buzzard goes off and the matches begin.

The matches only last three minutes or until one of the fighters is KO’d or gives up. My dad joins us, sitting between me and Bill when the second preliminary match starts. The one Steve is in. My dad points this out with a bit of surprise. I don’t comment but I notice in the corner of my eye that Bill is leaning over and whispering to my dad about earlier. I hope he leaves out what was said. Bill pissed is bad enough but Bill and my dad pissed is scary. Letting them loose would be like two hungry fierce lions on a man hunt. And in a room full of martial artist to top it all off, things could get messy real quick. I sense my dad’s eyes on me but I just focus on Steve’s match. He’s actually really good. He delivers a hard kick to his opponents’ rib cage that knocks the wind out of him. Steve finishes with an upper cut with so much force it knocks the guy backwards. The ref kneels down to look the guy over then raises his right arm, signaling that Steve has won. I hear Bill throw out a curse word as he sits back in his chair.

After that the rest of the prelim flies bye. Sixteen guys advance. A short intermission takes place as numbers are drawn at random to bracket off the contestants for the final matches and the mats are switched to become one large circle. The first round soon beings at 9 sharp. The matches go by fairly quick. I recognize a few of the fighters from other tournaments and events. Steve wins his first match against a rather large guy who I was hoping was going to crush him. The last match of the first rounds starts so I decide to go get a drink, purposely walking on the far end of the room so I don’t cross paths with a certain jerk. By the time I get back, it’s over. Eight guys eliminated and another eight remain. The announcer says the second round is about to start and tells who is going to fight first.

Steve is the fourth out of four matches for that round. These matches get more exciting as the fighters start using all their best moves to win. Before I know it the third match is over, one guy tapped out from a submission hold by the other. Steve is up now. He walks to the left side of the ref and spares us a glance before staring at his opponent facing him. This guy is roughly Steve’s size, both having broad shoulders and around 5’9”. This other guy keeps his hair longer, pulled back by a head band while Steve keeps his cropped short, almost buzzed. Both are kind of good looking but looks alone aren’t everything. I am rooting for the other guy to win though.

With the sound of the buzzard the match starts. Immediately Steve gets in a punch to other guys’ ribs after a quick fake to the face. The other guy fires back with a hard round house kick to the ribs then another to the face. “Nice double.” I silently compliment as I follow their movements with my eyes. Bill is cheering for the other guy almost a little too loudly, while my dad is always the silent observer unless he’s watching me, then it’s full on coach mode that would put any football dad to shame. I focus back on the fight as the other guy snakes his arm around Steve’s when Steve went to throw a punch. Efficiently trapping Steve’s arm in, the guy uses his free right hand to pound in a few punches past Steve’s guard. Steve breaks free though from a kick to the guys’ stomach to push him backward. The clock ticks with 15 seconds left. Both men are out of breath but keep going. The crowd counts with the clock as the fighters keep blocking each other’s strike.

“5…4…3…2…1…0!” the crowd screams as the buzzard sounds. The ref goes over to the judges to decide a winner based on successful number of hits. After a few seconds he makes his way to the center where the two are. He grabs both of their arms, then raises the other guys' with his. Steve lost.

“YES!!!” I yell as I jump out of my seat in excitement. Bill is right there with me. The announcer says that there will be another intermission. One of the judges signals my dad to come with them to the staff room to discuss the other awards. He gives me a smile and walks away. I look back to the ring and see a pissed Steve stomp away to his buddies.

“Hey let’s go get some popcorn, my treat!” Bill says motioning me to follow.

“Thanks!”

We get two bags then start walking back to our seats when we pass Steve and his group. “Hey Steve,” Bill says to him, “Nice match you weren’t bad kid.” The look of Steve’s face shows that he’s not in the mood for an attempt to be civil though.

“You’re just lucky it wasn’t you old man, you would’ve broke a hip.” He says back, his eyes tell me that he’s looking for a fight.

“Better stop these boys while I can.” I grab Bill’s arm again before talking. “Bill. Don’t both--”

“Please kid, you wouldn’t last ten seconds with me, I’ve trained with the best.” Bill says, ignoring me.

“The best? Really? A man who is too “Equal Rights” so he trains his daughter instead of his son knowing for a fact that her place should only be in the kitchen and the bedroom, not the ring fighting men.”

I let out a gasp at this raw sexist statement. I can feel my face heating up in anger as I clench Bill’s arm. I look up at Bill and see his face is beet red. In a deadly calm voice he raises his finger to Steve then himself. “You. Me. Outside. Now.”

“Bill, wai--” I try to get out but once again I’m ignored as Bill shakes me off and heads to a side door. Steve and his group follow close behind as I stand there worried. I look for my dad but he must be still in the curtained off room with the staff. “Shit. This isn’t good” I run after them as they go through the door, hoping to be able to stop them.

Bill and Steve are on the side of the building in a cleared area of any parked cars. The three guys with Steve are cheering for a fight.

“Bill! Stop it!” I yell as I run over to them. I step in front of Bill, my arms on his chest to push him back. “He’s not worth it! Let’s just go back!”

“Harley, this guy insulted you and you know it, it’s time to put him in his place.” Bill says through gritted teeth.

“You’re better than this, don’t stoop to his level Bill! Besides he’s already lost once tonight. Let’s let him sulk over it and go back inside to watch the rest of the tournament, please?”

“No, I’ve waited too long for a shot like this.”

That’s it, no more trying to be the voice of reason, time for sensei mode.

“Bill. Go back inside. Now.” I say sternly, a hard look in my eyes. Bill recognizes this look all too well, after all he maybe a sensei as well but I out rank him by a degree and I got mine a year before he got his sensei rank. I hate pulling rank with him when he is an older adult but it has to be done to get him to listen to me.

Bill looks at me then to Steve, sizing up the situation. He relaxes his shoulders and lets out a disappointed sigh. “Yes ma’am. You’re right. Let’s go back.”

Steve bursts out laughing. “Pathetic, taking orders from a woman, she’s still a fucking teenager!” the three other guys join in the laughter.

“Walk away Bill, just walk away.” I tell him, still keeping my face hard. Even I want a piece of Steve at this point.

“Yeah you’re right. Besides how would it look for a grown man to be beating on some punk.” He says, cracking a small smile. “C’mon let’s go before your dad finds us gone.”

“That’s right leave big guy. You could always stick around Harley, we’d have a good time.” Steve says with a cocky grin.

“Please, I’m out of your league, both in and out of the ring.” I say as Bill and I start to turn around.

“Ya hear that boys, the great Harley Collins is out of my league. No matter, I still have other ways to blow off some steam. Is your friend Jeff home? It’s been a few months since we got to play last.”

I stop dead in my tracks at this statement. “He’s beat up Jeff? Jeff never said anything…wait a minute… that time he had had a bandage on his side and bruises on his arms, he said he got in an accident with the supply carrier at work…he lied to me….” I break out of my thoughts when Bill touches my shoulder.

“You know,” he says, “it’s never too late to teach a student a lesson.” He winks at me, telling me to go for it.

I know it’s wrong but no away am I going to let Jeff suffer later if I don’t end this now. I turn back to face Steve, a look of pure determination clear on my face. “That’s a play date you’ll have to miss because class is now in session.”

I get into my fighting stance, ready to go. Steve does the same, seeing that I’m serious.

“Ladies first.” He says sarcastically.

“Yes, but age before beauty.”

He furrows his brows a bit at that comment. “Fine, got to do what Sensei says.”

He charges at me fast. He throws a punch at my face but I block it with my left. I quickly throw out my right fist to block his next punch, he had faked like I knew he would. I open my palms to grasp his wrists to pull him towards me.

“Ki-ah!” I yell as I send a knee to his stomach, successfully knocking the air out of him. I let go as he bends over to cover his stomach. Then I send a front foot kick to his face but he blocks it with both hands, recovering quickly. I get my foot out of his reach and jump back. I come at him as he straightens out, about to deliver a punch when he moves to the side and brings his leg up and across to kick me in the face. I duck just in time and drop low with my left hand on the ground to support me as sweep my right leg out, tripping him over. He stumbles over in surprise and I jump back up, planning to put him into a submission hold.

“STOP! RIGHT NOW!” A booming voice says over from behind us. I pause and look over my shoulder.

“Uh-oh.” It’s my dad and he doesn’t look happy at all. I notice that Steve’s friends had taken off at the sight of my dad but Bill was still there.

“You. Go home. Now.” He says as Steve. Then he turns to me. “And you, young lady. Go to the car and wait there until this tournament is over. Now.” His voice is cold, not something I am used to hearing since I don’t get into trouble as much as Jason. Steve scrambles up and takes off to the farther end off the parking lot.

“Yes sir.” I say quietly. He looks at me for a moment then turns back around, heading to go back inside. Bill follows but not before mouthing “Good job” to me. I crack a small smile at that. They walk back inside, shutting the door behind them. I sigh and catch my breath to calm my heart rate. Then I glance at my cell to check the time. I figure dad will be about a half an hour. I take a step forward when I get the feeling that I’m being watched.

“That was quite the show, too bad it ended before I could join in.”

Hearing that voice confirms my suspicion. I turn around then slightly jump at the demon’s closeness. Slaiden is within a two feet of me. I snap out of my surprise when he speaks again.

“Miss me, little girl?” He mocks with a smirk.

“Wha-what the heck are you doing here?”I get out, ignoring his question.

“It’s actually obvious. You stopped my kill without even realizing it. I’ll have to catch him at a later time tonight. This turn of events spikes my interest more.”

“Steve? Steve Crandall is next on your list?” I ask with a bit of surprise in my voice.

“Correct.”

“Well I may not like the guy but I’m glad he got away.”

“Don’t be so satisfied, he will die by morning. The plan has just changed.” Slaiden comments, his voice is calm as if he is stating an everyday fact.

“Well the plan will have to be dropped. I’m as pumped as ever right now so I’m not holding anything back.” I say with confidence as I get into my fighting stance.

Slaiden just smirks then gets into a similar stance. “There’s that warrior spirit that makes you so appealing.”

I just ignore his comment, not wanting to even dwell on that statement, and I harden my gaze. Then without hesitating I rush at him, my back right hand winding back to throw a punch. I send it out but like I anticipated, he blocks it with his forearm but I snake my right arm around his like I saw done by one of the martial artist earlier. His eyes widen slightly as I pull him forward and down to my level as hard as I can then send a left palm strike to his chin. It hits thanks to his momentary surprise. I let go as soon as I make contact and duck to avoid a clawed hand. I send out a right punch to his stomach but he moves in a blur. I sense him behind me and send a back hook kick in that direction. But he grabs my leg before it’s completely extended. He pulls me to him and strikes a punch to my stomach. I double over but don’t fall since Slaiden still has a tight hold on my leg.

“Not bad for a human.” He says as he twists my leg in the opposite direction.

“Ahhh!...errr…I’m... not done…er… yet.” I get out, trying to ignore the pain. I drop my weight and snag my free leg between his and hook his knee. His knee buckles from the added force of my weight and he lets go of my leg as he tumbles forward. I roll out of the way as he hits the ground. I raise myself up to my knees when I’m pulled back down from a grip on the back of my shirt. I fall back and connect with a hard chest.

“Nice try.” Slaiden says into my ear. I try to get up but his arm snakes around my middle. He then uses his free had to easily push us both off the ground. I try to twist out of his hold but he only tightens his arm. “Give up yet, little girl?” he asks with an amused laugh.

“Not yet!” I say as I stomp on his foot with my heel with all my force.

“Ahhhh!” he yelps in surprise and slightly loosens his hold.

I elbow him in the chest and push away. I twirl around to face him and give a right kick at his groin, wanting to finish this. He grabs it faster than I can see, tucking it against his side, jerking me back to him. His face is dark. His gold cat-like eyes glint with a something I can’t quite name. He wraps his arm around my back, securing me to his chest. I glare up at him, unsure how to get out of this situation. He smirks down at me as he pulls me tighter against him, the awkward position has me off balance.

“Let go of me, Slaiden!”

“You’re so cute when you’re angry.” He replies with a smirk.

“Err, knock it off!” I’m getting pissed at this point.

“You growl cute too.”

Having enough, I cock back my arm and throw a punch at his face since he has no free hands to block. He tilts back to evade it then his hold shifts. In a blink I am thrown upward and tossed over his shoulder. His arm supports me by the waist and his wings have disappeared for better positioning. “How thoughtful.” I think sarcastically. “This is not at all funny. Drop me right now.” I order.

“I find it highly amusing. And that roof top looks like the perfect place to have some fun.” He says with a laugh.

“Fun?” I think as he leaps effortlessly to the roof of the tall ware house. In an instant I’m on the roof floor with Slaiden straddling me and securing my wrists in one hand above my head. He gives a dark grin, his eyes shining into mine. “Seeing as we only have about ten more minutes alone, it doesn’t leave much time for real pleasure but we can still have some fun.”

“Now wait on—mmph!” I’m cut off by a bruising kiss. Slaiden wastes no time slipping a clawed hand under my shirt. He releases my lips and starts nipping at my neck as his claw traces imaginary swirls on my stomach. I try to speak but I can’t seem to get out any words. Slaiden licks and nips as his hand slowly creeps upwards. I try to struggle but he just presses down on me harder. He kisses me again, this time biting my lower lip. I gasp at the sting which Slaiden takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in between my lips. His tongue wrestles with mine, mine is trying to push his out while his is trying to dominate mine. His claws trail up to my bra where he moves under to engulf my left breast with his large hand. He takes his thumb and forefinger to pinch my nipple hard. The sensation is like nothing I have ever experienced before. While I wouldn’t mind doing this sort of thing with a serious boy friend, I don’t want to with an evil, yet very attractive demon.

“That’s it! I’ve had enough of this freak taking advantage of me!” I think as I bite down on Slaiden’s tongue. He releases a pained growl as he pulls away sharply. I instantly regret not thinking my actions through because when he pulled away, he took his hand with him which scratched my stomach. I hiss at the sudden pain, feeling a sting of the feint yet harsh cuts. Slaiden glares down at me and I fear that I’ve counted my blessing long enough and can’t escape death this time. I brace myself for a strike of some kind when instead Slaiden sniffs the air then looks at my stomach. A smirk graces his face, one I have come to be wary off. “It seems that you are bleeding little girl, to repent for your actions allow me to clean you up.”

My eyes widen as he lifts up my shirt to my just below my bra, revealing four thinly bleeding cuts. Slaiden than dips his head low to my stomach. His tongue darts out at my skin causing me to slightly gasp. He locks eyes with me as he slowly licks upward, lapping up the blood. He finishes the first cut with a look of satisfaction in his eyes. He then repeats the same on the other three cuts, always keeping eye contact which I’m to shocked to break. Once he’s done, Slaiden brings his face back to mine and kisses me before I can object. His harsh kiss forces me to taste my own blood on his lips. But as soon as it starts, it’s over due the cheering crowd below us. The tournament is over. “Yes! Dad’s almost done!” I think, not even bothering to hide the smile that appears on my face. Slaiden doesn’t appear to care, he just rises to sit upright and looks down at me.

“Looks like our time is up. I still have a target to kill.”

Next thing I know, I’m back on Slaiden’s shoulder as he leaps back down to the parking lot. He puts me down, but not before coping a feel on my butt. I try to step away but he pulls me back and nips at my ear again, clearly having a fetish for my ear.

“You will be mine, Harley Collins.” He says with a smirk then flies off into the sky, disappearing from my sight.

“What exactly does he mean by ‘mine’?”


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Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, I’m very happy with how it turned out. Things got a bit too hot for Harley’s liking. ;)

Keep a look out for Chapter 12 either late tomorrow or sometime on Wednesday.

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