Summoned

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Wow, Chapter 30. Never thought I’d write this much when I first started 2 months ago. Blows my mind.

Jackpot7374 – lmao! I guess I am a bit of a tease with my chapters. ;) I’m glad you also like Harley so much, it’s important for the reader to like the main character otherwise why read? That’s how I feel anyway since I can get turned off of the story if I can’t feel a connection with the main character. Mary Sue’s are a big annoyance, easy turn off right there. I’m thinking about 10 more chapters should be enough to get to the main event of Slaiden claiming Harley as his price. Still deciding to continue from there in the demon world or make a part 2/sequel for that. Got a topic about that in the forums so if you or anyone else would like to give their opinion on that, please do. Hope this is a good fix for you, enjoy! :)

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

Note: Story is in Harley’s POV unless stated otherwise in chapters.
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Chapter 30

“Hey Tina. What’s up?”

“Hey Harley, are you free to talk for a bit?” Tina asks seriously on the other end, her tone troubled.

I can tell something is bothering her so I turn my engine off and give her my full attention. Softly, I respond, “I’m all ears, what’s on your mind, girl?”

“Well, I already talked to Jeff on his way home from work but I figured you should know as well since you’re my best friend and I share practically everything with you.” She replies.

“K, go ahead.” I say while thinking, “Something must’ve happened if she talked to Jeff too. I wonder what’s up.”

“Ok, just please don’t overreact like Jeff did.” She says uneasily which just spikes my curiosity more.

“I can’t promise anything after hearing that. What happened?” I say honestly.

I hear her take a breath before answering. “Today after school, I had to cover a short shift at the shoe store, covering for Linda until she got there at 7 since she had an appointment. I was helping this customer, Phil Lenning who goes to our school, I don’t know if you know him that well, I don’t anyway. I think he’s good friends with Kevin, Ryan’s friend. He’s kind of cute, or at least that’s what I thought at first. We were just talking casually, small talk as I got his size for him. But eventually he kept complimenting me. It was flattering at first but then he kept getting a bit closer and I was starting to get a creepy vibe from him. He was just coming on way too strong, you know?”

I give a small ‘mhmm’ and wait for her to continue.

“Anyway, as I’m ringing him up and begging in my head for Linda to show up, he asks me out. I tell him that I’m seeing someone which is true…mostly. I’m not lying or anything. He doesn’t believe me right away even though I tell him it’s Jeff that I’m seeing as I keep insisting. He got a bit mad in a way, not being loud, just his eyes told me that he was pissed off about it. I tell him that I’m flattered but sorry, just being polite but he wasn’t too friendly at this point. I think that it would have all been fine after that if Linda hadn’t gotten there as soon as I finished up with him and told me that I could go home.” She pauses to take another breath at this point, getting slightly flustered. “…So he leaves before me and I don’t think anything more of it. I grab my stuff and go out to the back lot of the strip mall. It’s still fairly light out so I’m taking my time walking to my car, checking my phone for texts when I’m suddenly pushed against a random car! I so confused for a second but then I see that I’m being pinned by Phil! I tell him to knock it off and get lost but he’s like ‘No! I’m way better then that Jeff kid! Go out with me, it’ll be fun!’. I tell him no again and to let me go before I hurt him, exaggerating on what you actually taught me so he will think that I can do some serious damage. But apparently I’m not that good of a tough talker cuz he literally laughs in my face! Then he starts telling me how pretty I am, trying to make this seem less stalkerish then it is. I’m not having any of it though and attempt to push him off but he just grabs my wrists. He then tries to kiss me! I’m like freaking out at this point, desperately looking for help. Nobody’s nearby so I kick him in the nuts which distracted him long enough to break free. I run towards my car but fall down when he grabs the back of my shirt. He crawls on top of me and covers my mouth. He then says ‘Since you’re being a bitch then you’re going to get what’s coming to you.’! The only thing running through my mind is that this guy is absolutely crazy! Then he starts trying to take off my shirt!”

“HE DID WHAT?!?” I exclaim. I didn’t want to cut her off but I’m getting seriously pissed. “I’m going to kill him!”

“Harley, calm down! Let me finish, I already had to calm Jeff down!” Tina retorts with some edge.

I take a few breaths before speaking. “Sorry, sorry, just being protective. I’m listening, go ahead.” I say apologetically but still with a bit of anger lacing my voice.

“Thanks…like I was saying, he tried taking my shirt off but he didn’t get away with it.” She pauses to make this perfectly clear which calms me down. “Because he was yanked off me by one of the chefs at the Chinese Buffet next door who was out for a smoke. Thank god the chef is a large man because Phil was pissed, trying to shake the man off of him. The man was able to overpower Phil though and told him to get lost or he’s calling the cops. So Phil took off as I got up. I was a bit shaken up so the chef got me some food and water. So…that’s what happened. I’m fine though, Harley, really I am.”

“Thank God, Tina. You really scared me for a second….So he just left? Are you going to press charges? I have some connections at the police department if you’d like me to make a call.” I say sincerely.

“No I’m not, even though Jeff suggested the same thing. Phil left with without much of a fight or any words so I’m just going to let it go unless he brings it up at school.” She says with a sigh.

“Are you sure Tina? He attacked you, you have every right to press charges.” I say, wanting to convince her to. “What Phil did was completely wrong, totally out of line so he should be punished, Tina.”

“Yeah Harley, I know but I think it’ll be ok, it’s not like he threatened me more, he didn’t even look at me before he left.” Tina replies.

I’m about to add to that when a thought strikes me. “Wait…Phil will most likely be at Kevin’s party and Ryan said he was going to invite everyone…What if they run into each other? Jeff will probably freak and honestly, I doubt I would keep control either.” Deciding to look into this I ask her. “Are you going to Kevin’s party on Saturday?”

“Yeah, Ryan invited me but…..oh…I get it, Phil will be there.” She says, getting on the same wavelength as me.

“Yeah, I’ll be there too but I don’t want anything to happen with Phil while we’re there. I don’t like the thought of it at all. Tina, I don’t even know how I will react much less Jeff or the other guys.” I say honestly.

“I see your point…well I’ll see what happens tomorrow at school. If he apologizes then I’ll forgive him and we can forget about it and enjoy the party. If not…then if he tries to start trouble then I’ll press charges. Think that’s a good idea?” She asks seriously.

“I guess that would be alright. I already have to keep an eye out for possible targets at the party so I don’t want to deal with Phil as well if Slaiden does show up by chance. Besides, Jeff and Ryan can help deal with Phil and Detective Gavin will be nearby incase I need him, just maybe not for the reason we planned…..It will be fine.” I conclude to myself while answering seriously to Tina. “Yeah, sure. We will see about tomorrow and if he starts something on Saturday then I’m calling my cop friends.”

“Thanks Harley, that’s sounds fair. I’ll let you know at the lockers tomorrow if Phil talks to me.”

“Ok, good. I’ll talk to you tomorrow then?” I say, feeling calmer now.

“Yeah, see ya then. Night.” She responds.

“Night…..*Click*…” and with that I hang up, start my car and drive home. “What a long night, I can’t wait for bed….demon free.”

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The Friday night air held a slight chill as Slaiden glided above the city lights. Locating his next target has taken the demon into the heart of the city. As he flew over the skyscrapers, Slaiden focused his mind on pin pointing Reed Kent’s current location. His gold eyes sharpen as Kent’s presence becomes clear. Slaiden swoops downward, gliding gracefully between the buildings. He circles a small block of older, brick buildings. Some with lights, others with broken windows, empty of life. Slaiden lands soundlessly on the roof of a deserted building near Kent.

“Alright human, let’s have some fun.” Slaiden thinks to himself as he gazes down on the dark street below. Kent is below with three others, hunched over a small box on a turned up garbage can. The clacking of dice tells Slaiden that they are playing a game while talking. Gambling, a concept not unfamiliar to the demon, one he is known to enjoy himself. The smell of marijuana fills the air as well, causing Slaiden to upturn his nose. “Disgusting habit common for disgusting creatures. Why they enjoy rotting their bodies like that, I’ll never understand.” Slaiden thinks, not at all enjoying the foul smell.

Slaiden observes a bit more, contemplating which approach to take tonight. Both strategies of playing along to drag it out or jumping in for a quick surprise attack sound appealing to him. Since Harley was back at her home, something Slaiden had been sure to confirm, he has unlimited time with this kill. A fact that was welcomed yet slightly disappointing as well. No outlet to satisfy his thirst tonight.

Suddenly two of the young men leave saying that they are going on a ‘score’ and will catch up later. Slaiden smirks at this, knowing full well that they will not be seeing Kent again alive. “And then there were two.” Slaiden makes up his mind and moves to the farther side of the roof. He jumps down onto the back street and walks over to a homeless man laying in waste and trash. Slaiden picks him up by the collar, successfully waking him and whispers in a cold, deadly tone, “Don’t make a sound. Just hand over your coat and you will live another day of your pathetic existence.”

The wide eyed, dirt covered man hastily nods without uttering a sound. Slaiden releases him and the man shuffles speedily out of his faded trench coat. He gives it over with shaky hands and runs off in the opposite direction of Kent and his friend. “A waste of flesh and bone.” Slaiden thinks to himself as he watches the man go, uninterested.

Focusing on the task at hand, Slaiden pulls on the tattered trench coat and closes it, concealing his clothing. He looks at the homeless man’s makeshift home and discovers a pair of beat up hiking boots that will fit as well as a large piece of cloth. He takes the once navy blue material and wraps it to an inch width band then ties it around his head, covering his pointed ears. Next, the boots go on, completing his look of a street human looking for his next big con. Slaiden smirks as he dusts off the coat.

*SNAP*

With the snap of his fingers, a small pouch of coins appears in his hand. “This will do nicely. Now to play a little game.” He thinks as he walks around the corner, eyeing his target.

Kent and the other young man, college age perhaps, are talking as they play their dice game, with Kent as ‘The House’. The other man seems to be losing, sounds of disappointment fill the night air ever so often as Slaiden comes into view. Noticing Slaiden approaching, the two young men look up. Slaiden puts on a casual smirk before speaking. “Aren’t you boys a little young to be out in this part of town. Dangerous people lurk around here.”

Kent and his friend size Slaiden up, wondering what to make of this stranger. Kent’s expressionless face turns into one of confidence as he answers. “I’m no stranger to these streets, just cleaning up for some extra cash. Nothing here scares me, I’ve seen things that would make your skin crawl.”

“I am one of those things that make your skin crawl, foolish human.” Slaiden thinks with a small laugh. Out loud he replies, “Brave, I like that. Want to try to earn more?” Slaiden emphasizes by tossing the pouch up and down in his hand. The clinking of metal attracts Kent’s attention.

“Step right up, my friend. Take your chances, all money is welcome.” Kent says with a grin. For an eighteen year old with a job the kid seems to like playing on the edge, a quality Slaiden was going to bring down a few notches.

Slaiden then steps closer, his form within a foot away of the unsuspecting young men. He gazes down at the box where two red die lay. “So what do we have here?”

“Lucky Sevens. Just as the name implies, get seven to win. Easy as that.” Kent says with a smirk as he picks up the dice and places them in Slaiden’s outstretched hand. Kent raises an eyebrow at Slaiden’s claws.

“They're fake.” Slaiden says, not elaborating.

Kent just shrugs, accepting the simple statement. “Place your bet.”

Slaiden takes his other hand and tosses a gold piece into Kent’s awaiting one. Kent’s eyes widen as he inspects the foreign coin. “That, on the other hand, is real.” Slaiden says with a confident smirk.

Kent just nods, speechless as he marvels at the shiny, heavy coin. Slaiden’s smirk just widens at this although he is careful not to expose his fangs. He then rolls the dice his hand, feeling them out. “Ah,” he thinks, “So this is how he does it…flawless every time until now.”

The dice are slightly weighted, undetectable normally but Slaiden’s stronger senses pick it up instantly. One die is weighted opposite of the 1 side while the other is weighted opposite of the 4 side, making the sum of 5 appear without error almost every time. Slaiden knew that with an accurate flick of the wrist that he can best Kent at his own game. Might as well play around a bit, he figured, before his real ‘fun’.

“Every time you win I’ll give another coin but every time I win, you give me one coin plus $20, deal? That’s immensely less than the actual value so it shouldn’t be an issue, you’re getting the better end of wager if you win more than I do.” Slaiden says as he tosses the dice in the air casually.

Thinking it over for no more than a second, Kent gives another confident grin. “Deal.”

“Excellent.” Slaiden says as he rolls the dice around in his unclosed fist. Slaiden inwardly laughs as he hears Kent give a slight snicker, completely unaware of his trick being discovered. He then flicks his wrist out, releasing the deceiving dice at precisely the right time. They hit the wall of the box and bounce several times on the surface. As if in slow motion, the dice lose momentum. One falls with 1 face up while the other appears to be on 4 but at the last second falls to reveal 6.

Seven.

Silence.

Kent’s mouth is hanging slightly open, in both confusion and shock. Though within seconds he recovers, not wanting his competition to be aware that something is amiss. He reluctantly hands over the coin with an additional $20, his eyes showing the pain of his loss. “Again.” Is all he says once Slaiden pockets the money. He scoops up the dice and hands them over as well.

Slaiden nods and rolls the dice around again, though longer, wanting to give the impression that it is completely random. He releases and the three watch them fall for a second time. Once more they hit the wall then bounce back. Soon they come to a stop.

Seven

Once again 1 and 6 are staring up at Kent like a slap in the face. Slaiden smirks and comments. “Lady Luck favors me tonight.”

Kent gives an inaudible mumble along the lines of reluctant agreement. His eyes show otherwise. An inner turmoil is taking place in the boy’s mind, not understanding why his simple trick is failing. Giving a grunt in annoyance, he shells out another $20. Slaiden picks up the dice and decides to shake things up a bit. “Best out of five? Fifth double or nothing?”

Kent regains his confidence at this. “You’re on man.”

Once more Slaiden rolls the dice but changes his wrist motion, unnoticeable by human eyes. Both die hit the wall for the third time and roll four times before stopping.

Five.

The dice have fallen where Kent intended them to, 4 and 1 face up. Kent’s grin returns, satisfaction shining in his brown eyes. Slaiden has a straight face, wanting to appear disappointed but not fazed. He hands over a gold coin in return for the dice.

The nameless man gives a low whistle. “Dude, I almost thought you were gonna get three sevens in a row.” He says to Slaiden, showing neutral interest on players.

The demon rolls for a fourth time as Kent leans forward, anticipation eating away at him. The human intakes a sharp breath as the dice bounces along the bottom of the box. Slowly the red dice tilt over.

Five.

Kent smirks, eagerly accepting another solid gold coin. Slaiden remains expressionless but inwardly, he is smirking in amusement at the human’s false sense of security. Kent once more believes he has the upper hand.

“Last roll. Looks like Lady Luck has chosen the better man.” He says as he collects the dice. Tossing them to his challenger, he gives a taunting smirk.

“Don’t count me out just yet, boy.” Slaiden says with a smirk of his own, not a hint of nervousness present. He closes his fingers around the red cubes and rolls them around longer than before, drawling out the suspense. The nameless young man hunches over alongside Kent, wanting a better view. Making eye contact with Kent for the first time that night, Slaiden flicks his wrist and lets the dice fly. They hit the wall of the box expectantly and bounce onto the flat bottom. Time seems to slow down for Kent as the seconds feel like hours, each bounce becoming more antagonizing than the last. Then with a blink it’s over. The dice are face up to reveal their sum to the onlookers.

Seven.

4 and 3 are unmistakably staring up Kent. His face is one of disbelief, his mind unable to comprehend how he lost to this stranger. The nameless man congratulating Slaiden brings him back to reality though. His face contorts into anger as he comes to the only possible solution. Sharply he turns to the lucky stranger, ignoring his odd eyes that puzzled him a second ago. “You cheated.”

Slaiden looks down at the young man accusing him. “Cheated?” he says, mocking surprise. “How could I possible cheat at a game of pure chance?”

Kent searches for an answer, the back of his mind telling him not to challenge this mysterious man. He ignores his conscious, greed taking over his better judgment. “You switched out the dice. Empty your sleeves, damn it.”

Seeing that this was taking a dangerous turn the nameless man makes his exit, mumbling about having somewhere to be. Slaiden smirks, picks up the dice and tosses them casually in the air. Finding humor in the order, he complies. Catching the dice, he pulls at his sleeves. “Nothing up my sleeve and nothing in my hand besides your little red dice. You should think wisely before accusing a stranger such as myself.”

Kent narrows his eyes, unsatisfied. “I don’t know what you did but I know you hustled me. No way am I giving up your coins, jerk. Get lost before I call my boys over to teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

Slaiden stares at the young man with a straight face, watching him fist his hand around the two gold pieces. His humor gone, in its place is annoyance. He senses the other man to be two blocks away by now, no longer his concern. Figuring it’s time to do what he came to do, Slaiden hardens his gaze. “You have no idea who you are dealing with boy.”

Kent looks slightly unnerved by the strangers cold eyes but doesn’t back down. “I said get lost you piece of shit.”

Slaiden’s eyes flash briefly at this, his amusement completely gone. “I will not ‘get lost’. In fact, I want to play a bit more.” He crushes the red cubes to dust in his hand as he takes a step closer to Kent, towering over him.

Realizing this is not in his control, Kent starts backing up with shaky legs. “Uh…maybe we can work something out…umm…uh…” his voice trails off as he slowly makes his way to the main street.

Slaiden removes the bandana from his head, pocketing it in the coat, and gives a devilish smirk, flashing his fangs at the nervous Kent. The human ceases movement as his eyes widen in shock. “Wha-what the hell are you?” he whispers as his uneasiness quickly spikes to fear.

“A demon who does not take too kindly of being accused of foul play. After all, you are the one playing foul. Clever enough for fooling a human such as yourself but not me.” Slaiden says coldly.

“H-h-how.......w-what are y-you g-g-going t-to d-do t-t-to me?” Kent stutters, frozen in place.

“Kill you.” Slaiden says simply, not wanting to waste any more time on useless words.

Hearing this Kent regains movement, easing his way backward. He also strengthens his voice, wishing to plea his way out. “Please don’t kill me. I’m just a kid in high school, I’m not that bad a guy. I promise never to hustle anyone again, just please don’t kill me! It’s only gambling!”

“Unfortunately,” Slaiden says, flexing his claws, “gambling isn’t your only crime as of recent.”

Kent’s brows furrow in confusion but soon his mind makes a connection. His eyes widen more as realization takes over. “H-h-how d-do you know about that?”

“Enough talk.” Slaiden demands as he grabs onto the front of Kent’s shirt before the boy can even blink. “I’m going to enjoy taking my time with this one, no rush by interruptions unlike the last.” With a mischievous gleam in his eyes, Slaiden slams the human against a brick wall.

“Ahhh!” Kent cries out painfully. Finding pleasure in the sound of the human’s suffering, Slaiden brings his clawed index finger to the boy’s face. Wincing in pain, Kent gives a helpless whimper at the sight of the razor sharp claw. He tries to call out but Slaiden pushes him harder into the brick so all that he manages is a grunt of discomfort. Slaiden slowly lowers his hand, taunting Kent as it stops in front of his stomach. Kent’s eyes are fixated on the clawed finger pointing at him. Slaiden the thrusts his had forward, burying his claw past the cotton material of the shirt into the warm flesh.

Kent releases a blood curdling scream into the night air. Not wanting to attract attention Slaiden uses the hand holding Kent in place to shift upward, connecting with his jaw. Slamming his jaw shut, blood starts to flow out at an alarming rate down his chin. Slaiden gives a satisfied laugh. Kent has just bit his own tongue off. He struggles to talk but all that comes out is muffled sounds and spurts of blood. Kent won’t be talking again.

Readjusting his grip, Slaiden effortlessly drags his finger upward, slicing Kent from his naval up to his chest. Kent makes gurgles sounds of pain and agony, blood spattering from his mouth onto Slaiden’s borrowed trench coat. Taking out the bloody digit, Slaiden licks it clean, keeping eye contact with the distraught Kent the whole time. “Not so confident now, are you human?” Slaiden asks mockingly as he takes another lick, savoring the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. Slaiden then smirks as he cuts the human from the corners of his blood covered lips towards his ears, creating the illusion of a bloodly red grin. Slaiden gives a dark laugh at the sight. “There, now you have a permanent grin on your ugly face.”

Kent can barely make a sound at this point, the pain is too unbearable to even slightly move the muscles of his jaw. His face is stained with blood and tears, a miserable and disturbing sight. He pleads with his eyes for the demon to stop his cruel torture but Slaiden just smirks in amusement, enjoying the weakling’s agony. Slaiden squeezes his large hand tighter around the young man’s neck. As his air supply is getting cut off, Slaiden takes his free hand and makes another sharp slash horizontally across Kent’s chest just below his collar bone. Then the demon cuts a few more marks onto his chest causing more blood to rush out. Seeing that Kent is starting to turn red from the lack of oxygen, Slaiden loosens his hold a bit as to not kill his prey so quickly. Kent wheezes and coughs up blood as he struggles to hang onto life. His eyes are beginning to cloud over, the loss of blood too great to survive much longer. Slaiden can hear the young human’s heartbeat begin to slow, fading away with each struggling breath. Slaiden’s smirk is replaced with a straight face, his eyes showing a hint of disappointment. “Humans are such fragile beings, so easily to break, fun for only a short while. Killing another demon is better sport, able to last much longer. So disappointing that my fun will soon be over for the night.” He thinks as releases his hold, allowing Kent’s dying body to slump to the cold, hard ground.

Kent raises his dulling brown eyes to look at his personal grim reaper. He tries to speak despite the loss of his tongue and blood filled mouth. He fails though, only managing a weak cough, spitting up more deep red blood. Slaiden gives a small scoff at the pathetic sight as he steps away to watch the finale. He hears Kent’s heartbeat slip away, the thumps few and far between. Kent’s eyes close from fatigue and his jaw goes slack. His muscles go limp next then all is still.

Suddenly there is movement. Kent’s right wrist twitches, uncurling around the gold coins. The two gold pieces roll onto the cement away from the now dead Kent. They come to a stop at Slaiden’s feet. Lowering himself, he picks them up and pockets them in his pouch.

*SNAP*

The pouch disappears to which it came.

Slaiden then takes off the now bloody worn coat and boots, tossing them in a pile a few feet away. He outstretches his arm, the palm of his hand pointed at the pile of discarded clothing. He shoots a blue fire ball from his hand. It hits its mark and the old, haggard clothing burn into the night. Slaiden watches as the fire consumes his earlier disguise until only ash remains. Satisfied that all evidence of him has been destroyed, Slaiden gives one last glance at the lifeless form that was once Reed Kent.

“Cheating and hustling never pays off in the long run. They always learn that lesson too late. Perhaps it was a good choice for the boy to choose you, otherwise someone else would’ve ended your life sooner or later.” Slaiden thinks as he summons his wings.

He then takes to the sky, leaving the body to eventually be discovered. No doubt in the demon’s mind that the detective and CSI will know about Kent before the knight was over. Smirking at that thought, Slaiden will be looking forward to his next encounter with the medaling humans. While Slaiden was a bit disappointed that Harley did not make an appearance tonight, Slaiden knew he would see her tomorrow night. The boy had guaranteed it after all.

“So the girl will be there as well?” Slaiden had asked.

“Yeah, Ryan invited all of us. So sometime during the night you come take care of Phil. Just make sure the timing is right and no one else is around. No one else is dying Saturday besides Phil.” Jeff warns.

“Fine, just keep others out of my way then.” Slaiden says with some edge, not exactly making any promises.

“And as for Harley…” Jeff begins.

“Yes, what of her?” Slaiden cuts him off, flashing his fangs.

“…as I was saying…Harley. I realize that I can’t stop you from doing anything to her so if she intervenes, all I ask is that you don’t draw any attention to me if I’m present or not when or if you meet. Got that?” Jeff finishes, giving Slaiden a hard look.

“Do not fret boy, she won’t suspect you in the slightest, all though I cannot speak on her behalf if she starts putting the pieces together herself.” Slaiden replies, not really caring one way or another if the boy loses sleep over worrying.

“Whatever, I’m calling it a night. Later.”

As Slaiden flew on towards his summoner’s home, he couldn’t help but give a dark laugh in anticipation. “Yes,” he thought, “Tomorrow will be even more fun than tonight. This will be a party I will actually enjoy.”


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Well another kill to scratch off the list. Harley may have gotten a break this chapter but the party scene coming up will be worth the wait. Harley is going to be way over her head this time. ;)

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter, look for the next one around Friday. Long wait but work has been taking up my time as well as having a life beyond my laptop, haha.

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