This is the next installment to my Demon Hunters series, so kinda like a sequel to Where There's Life, There's Hope. I was planning on making this like a second chapter to that story, maybe, but then this 'chapter' wound up being longer than I thought, and I think this story warrants it's own title and chapters rather than just an add-on to the other one. This takes place a week after the events of Where There's Life, There's Hope. It still focuses on Damon, Kazuya, and Cam, though mostly Damon and Cam for the time being.
If you don't remember (or are too lazy to read the first one but are skipping to this one), this will take place after Damon found Cam locked in a closet with his dead mother's body, the demons attacked, and Kazuya kinda saved the day. Oh and Damon's new nickname of 'Demon'. I didn't explain too much of what happened there because, as I said, this wasn't going to be its own story, but an add-on, but it wound up getting long as the 'chapter' went on, so...yeah. I hope the other one-shots (or whatever) can be read alone, but for now, you can read this alone but some parts might be confusing, so I kinda recommend reading Where There's Life, There's Hope first, but you don't have to, I guess.
Anyway, wow, long ramble O.o If you followed the first story, I hope you follow this one, the multi-chaptered one, as well. It's not going to be too long, but definitely at least 3 chapters, maybe more.
Let us begin!
Hope Springs Eternal
The Demon Hunters
It had been a week since Damon had taken Cam from the house where his mother was murdered and Damon was sure the police knew he wasn't with any of the relatives by now. Briefly, he wondered what the next step in their 'plan' was. They couldn't hand the kid over until they were sure of how much Cam knew about demons and what had actually happened to his mother.
Plus, there was the little fact of how the demons may or may not be hunting him. That really needed to be taken into consideration. Handing him over to the cops might just be signing his death sentence, which actually begged the question of why he was still alive in the first place.
Cam had been there when his mother was killed – the demons had even taken the time to toss both him and the body into a closet and lock them in there, which was where Damon had stumbled across the kid in the first place. The demons had been there, knew he was there, had killed his mom…
What stopped them from killing Cam, too?
Not that Damon was complaining, of course – he was happy the kid was alive. He wasn't sure what he might have done if he'd opened that closet door to find the lifeless body of a helpless four-year-old. No one deserved that – especially an innocent kid.
Currently, Damon found himself sitting in the car with Cam strapped in the backseat. Was the kid old enough to be out of a car seat? Hmm. He might have to look into that if the kid was going to be sticking around.
Not that he really expected him to, but still – one had to be prepared. Plus, he had to admit it wasn't so bad having the boy around. It was nice to feel needed, even though he knew it was just a phase Cam was going through after such a hefty loss. If he had a father, Damon hadn't heard anything about it, and he hadn't seen him at the house. If he had other family nearby, he didn't know, either.
But he was sure he'd find out just as soon as the police caught up with him. He hoped Kazuya figured out what to do soon, because going to jail didn't sound like his idea of 'fun'.
While Damon wasn't sure how things would go from here out, he had faith in his friend. Kazuya had told him he'd handle it, and Damon trusted him to do so. It was all they really had – trust, and each other. If they couldn't trust each other, what did they really have?
The two of them had grown up together. Damon knew Kazuya as well as he knew the back of his hand and vice versa. In fact, Damon was sure that, without Kazuya, he'd be dead…many times over. Kazuya had saved his life on more than one occasion. He'd tried his best to return the favor, but Kazuya was as careful as he could be. Damon wasn't sure if that was because he was forced to be careful or because Damon was always forced into the sticky situations first, but maybe it didn't really matter. They each had their role to play and it didn't matter if they hated it – they still had their own jobs to do and roles to play. Damon just so happened to be bait.
He wasn't complaining because Kazuya was always there to pull him out of the fire, but still. Sometimes being bait sucked.
And then there was the little matter of the side jobs, which was what this was supposed to be. It wasn't supposed to be complicated. It was supposed to be easy and simple. Catch the demons. Kill the demons. Get the hell out of there.
But nothing in life was ever 'simple'. Damon was just beginning to learn how true that was.
"Are you hungry?" he asked of the kid in the backseat. Cam lifted his head to peer at him before he gave a slow nod. If Damon hadn't been looking for it, he might not have seen it. He offered the kid a small smile. "Alright. Where would you like to go? Anywhere in particular?"
Cam shook his head.
"Alright. McDonalds it is," Damon said, because all kids liked it there…right? Besides, it was lunchtime.
Cam just bowed his head and said nothing.
Damon sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought. It had been a week and the kid barely talked, and when he did, it was usually because he was scared. He probably needed therapy – well, there was no 'probably' about it. He needed therapy and Damon couldn't get it for him. He needed to go to his own family, or the police or something, but…
A part of Damon whispered it wasn't a good idea, handing the kid over. Not until they figured out if those two demons – the ones Kazuya had killed after they'd attacked both Damon and Cam – were the only ones in on Cam's mother's murder or not. If there were more, the kid might still be in danger. In which case, handing him over might not be a good idea. Who could protect the kid better against demons? The cops or the actual demon hunters?
Sighing, Damon pulled into the McDonald's parking lot. After parking, he turned in his seat and looked back at Cam. "Do you want to go in or wait in the car?" They'd been going through the drive-thru if they went anywhere, but Damon was sure it was time to start getting the kid used to being around people he didn't know. He couldn't hide forever, right? Besides, soon he wouldn't be able to stay with Damon and Kazuya, so it was best to get him re-introduced to society now, right?
At least, that was what Damon kept telling himself.
Cam didn't reply so Damon sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt. "Okay," he said. "I'll be right back, okay? Stay here." He opened his door but then stopped when Cam scrambled to unbuckle himself. Yeah – Damon was pretty sure he needed a car seat. Glancing back, he found Cam watching him with wide eyes.
"No go," the kid whispered.
Damon smiled at him. "Okay – then you can come with me. How's that?"
The kid didn't reply so Damon got out and opened the back door, picking the kid up. Little arms came to wrap around his neck. They entered McDonalds and got in line.
Cam's face buried itself in Damon's shoulder.
"It won't be long, kiddo," Damon promised.
The line moved quickly enough and soon they were placing their order. Damon got the kid a cheeseburger and fries, along with a small Sprite, while he got himself a chicken sandwich, fries, and a medium Sprite. So far the kid hadn't expressed a desire for Coca Cola and Damon preferred Sprite, so that was what they'd been drinking lately.
Cam's fingers curled into the back of Damon's neck. He had small nails but they pricked at his skin and hurt. Quickly, he grabbed their bag of food once it arrived and then hurried them out of there. He wasn't going to chance them sticking around when Cam was already this nervous and upset. But hey – at least the kid had agreed to go in there with him and hadn't made a scene. It was a start.
He dropped the kid off in the backseat and buckled him in before he returned to the driver's seat and keyed the ignition, the food now placed in the passenger seat. "Let's get back to the hotel," he said to the boy. If Cam heard him, he didn't acknowledge it.
They pulled away from McDonalds and back onto the main road.
Damon's pocket vibrated and startled him. He pulled the cell phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, pressing it to his ear. "Yeah?"
"Where are you?"
"Oh, I'm fine! Thanks. And how are you, Kazu?" Damon drawled while stopping at a red light.
Kazuya snorted. "That's great and all, but I need to know where you are."
"Damon." There was a warning hidden in his voice.
Damon sighed. "On our way back to the hotel…why?"
"Because the cops are looking for you, that's why." Now his friend sounded irritated.
Damon took in a slow breath and released it slowly. "Well…we knew it would happen sometime. What do we do?"
"I don't know."
Damon blinked. "What? What do you mean?"
"I mean I don't know!"
"What do you mean you don't know? You said you were handling it!"
"I'm trying," Kazuya snapped, anger leaking out of his voice. "But, fuck, Damon! There was a murder and you took the kid."
"You said you talked to them!"
"I did, damn it!"
There was a pause as Kazuya released a loud huff and sighed.
"You need to take the brat to the cops, Damon."
Damon chewed on his lower lip. "I know," he whispered, because he did. He'd known this would be coming sooner or later. It wasn't a surprise.
But that didn't mean he had to like it.
"We've done all we can, man."
"You have to let them take it from here."
"Do you?" Kazuya asked, tone guarded.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Damon snapped, growing irritated at being treated like a child. "Of course I know!"
Kazuya sighed over the line. "I know, man, sorry. I just…this is serious, okay? Look, we haven't found any signs of other demons, right? And it's been a week."
"So maybe it was just the two of them, and they're gone now."
"Maybe," Damon agreed quietly, glancing in the rearview mirror to peek at the kid. Cam had his head bowed as he leaned back in the seat. If he was listening, he didn't show it. Of course he probably didn't even know what they were talking about, if he was listening. "So…what do we do?"
Kazuya sighed heavily. "Just…take him to the station. I'll meet you there and we can try and explain everything. Just…shit, Day. You just hate to take the kid, didn't you?"
"I couldn't leave him there," Damon said, feeling oddly like a broken record. It was the same conversation over and over. He got it – he did. He shouldn't have taken the kid from the house. It was a crime scene. The police would have taken Cam from the house and handed him over to either the foster system or nearby family members, assuming the kid really had any.
All logic said he shouldn't have taken Cam from that house, but Damon didn't really give a damn about logic when he'd been forced to look down in the terrified, pleading eyes of a distraught four-year-old. All logic flew out the window when Cam practically begged to go with him.
He couldn't leave Cam there. He just…he couldn't.
It may have been the wrong choice, in the long run, but he couldn't knowingly leave the kid there, scared and alone, while he skipped town.
"Just get to the station," Kazuya snapped before the distinct silence resonated through the line, meaning the call was cut. Kazuya had hung up on him.
Damon swallowed and tossed his phone onto the passenger seat, glancing through the rearview mirror at the kid. Cam was looking up, barely. He peered at Damon through his lashes.
Please let this all work out. Kid doesn't need more drama.
The drive to the station only took ten minutes…or rather, it should have. Damon took his sweet time, though, because odds were he could get arrested and thrown in jail. Chances were this was his last chance with the kid, and he wasn't sure why that thought bothered him so much. He couldn't keep Cam – the boy wasn't a lost puppy to be kept. He knew he'd have to release the boy to the police eventually, but still…
It was just a kid. There were a million of them in the world – what the hell made this one so special?
Other than the fact the knife had stopped…and Damon hadn't bothered to discuss it with Kazuya. He'd mentioned it, but that was far as the conversation had gone. He didn't say how he wondered if it might have Cam. Then again, Kazuya hadn't really asked.
They pulled into the police parking lot and Damon released a slow breath as he turned the car off, unbuckled himself, and turned in the seat to face Cam. Cam glanced at him, if only just. His head was still mostly bowed.
"Alright, kiddo," Damon said with a faint smile, "time to go in."
He got out of the car and opened the back door. Cam climbed out and looked around with wide eyes before focusing those eyes on Damon. Damon faltered like he always did and reached out, plucking the kid off the ground to hold him against his chest.
He walked through the front doors and approached the receptionist in the entryway.
It was a pretty blond probably just interning here, because she couldn't have been older than twenty. Her brown eyes focused on him. "Can I help you?" she asked, frowning at Cam held in his arms. The kid's face was buried once again in his neck and his body tensed when this new voice spoke up.
"I'm here to…um. My name is Damon Hart and I'm here with Camden, um…" He realized he didn't know the kid's last name. Mentally cursing himself, he chewed on his lower lip and wondered if he could get the kid to talk with his face buried in the crook of his neck.
"Camden Matthews?" the woman asked, suddenly interested.
"Um…sure," Damon said uncertainly.
"Go through that door on the right and someone will be waiting for you. Let me just let them know you're here."
Damon nodded and took a step back, shifting the kid in his arms. The girl made a brief phone call and then hung up, speaking up to talk to him through the little hole in the glass in front of her.
"You may go in."
She pressed something on the counter in front of her and the door buzzed. Damon pushed it open and entered the large area beyond it. It wasn't just a room but more like the rest of the building, save for the little hallway in the beginning and whatever was down at the end of it. A police officer approached him as soon as he closed the door behind him.
"Damon Hart?" the guy asked.
"Uh, yeah, that's me," Damon replied quietly.
The officer's face hardened as he whipped out a pair of cuffs. "Put the kid down."
Damon swallowed and tried to do just that, but Cam clung to his neck tighter. "Cam – c'mon, kiddo, let go." But his grip wasn't budging. He looked at the officer to see the guy glaring down at him.
The cop grabbed Cam and pried his grip away, allowing Damon to put him down. Cam stared up at him with fear in his eyes.
Damon swallowed thickly. "Sorry, kiddo," he whispered.
"Damon Hart, you are hereby under arrest for the abduction of Camden Matthews and the murder of Melody Matthews."
Damon's eyes flew wide. "Whoa, what? I didn't kill-"
"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…"
As he was read his rights, his arms were wrenched behind his back and cold cuffs were slapped onto his wrists.
"I didn't kill anyone," he tried again.
"-one will be appointed to you," the officer continued.
"Wait a minute, I-"
"No!" Cam suddenly cried, causing Damon to look over to see the kid being picked up by some woman cop. He squirmed in her grip, kicking at her as his frantic gaze locked onto Damon's. "No go! Demon!"
Damon wanted to go to the kid and reassure him, but he was already being pushed in a different direction, away from the boy and the female cop.
The woman began carrying Cam in a different direction and the kid wailed pathetically. It hurt to hear and know he couldn't do anything about it.
I'm sorry, kid. Kazuya, where are you?
And there's the first chapter of this story ;) I hope it sounds okay. yes, if you can't tell, this is the story of what will happen now that the cops know. Will Damon get to keep Cam? Will he be arrested and tried for the murder? Will Kazu come to the rescue again? Well...find out next chapter XD Thanks so much for reading and please review!