The Hunt
By: Chicago
Part 1/?

Chicago propelled herself across the bedroom floor using only her elbows and knees, never taking her eyes off of her enemy in the corner. She checked to be sure that the dirty clothes and crumpled pieces of paper that were her camoflague were still in place before returning her attention to the demon before her. She growled as her mortal enemy shifted. "Damn, filthy blood sucking deamon. I'll have you yet.." Her words were little more than a breath, but she smiled anyway. Tonight she was going hunting, and she would not fail to take down her prey.

A.N. So, what do you think? This is going to be a comedy for sure, and yes, it is based on an experience that I did have. *grins* Feedback thrived upon.