I waited for Harry to enter through the front door, waiting for him to burst in, cursing about the wound on his leg, but it never came.

Where in the world is he?

The sky was already dark, stars lighting the dark blue sky. The wind was blowing gently, making the trees' branches swing, and the moon was shining brightly.

This made me remember the past events in the mall, where the people keep whispering about a red moon. It didn't happen yet. Maybe it really won't.

Come on, a red moon? They must be talking crazy. Aren't they?

That was when the door burst open, and Harry walks in, his lips in a tight line, his eyes were black, and he looks murderous. In his hand was a dead dove, it's breast part has a huge bite mark that I cringed when I saw it.

Harry's teeth must be really that sharp. Hmm, I wonder.

He strides across the room, and sat down at the edge of the bed, his eyes focused at the wooden dusty floor. My eyes went directly to his leg, and they widen.

His wound was gone!

"Harry..."

His head shot up, his black eyes now piercing at me, which still scares the witts out of me.

"Uh... The wound, it's gone..." I murmur and he nods, before staring at the ground again. And I knew, something was off.

"H-Harry, is there something wrong?" I ask, and he looks at me again. This time his eyes were back to the green ones that knocks my breath away.They were one of my favorite shades of green.

"My days, are numbered." He spoke, confusing me. What? His days are numbered? And by who? Isn't he a demon? Shouldn't he be here forever to haunt people?

"Numbered?"

"By him. I won't last long here, that is, if I can find his family."

This made me wonder, "What family?" I question and he shrugs me off and looking away, not wanting me to know I see.

"Harry, could you tell me...How you died?"

The question caught him off guard, making him inhale sharply before turning to me.

"You wanna know?" He asks, making me look down and bitw my lip. "If that's okay with you, then, yes."

"Okay. I died, because I was shot by a Cheif. He used to run the police department, and one time, they followed me out of no where and know where I hid, and captured me. They tortured me for hours in my own house, until he decide to kill me."

A cold shiver ran down my spine, making me shudder. " Fucking messed up, right?" He laughs bitterly, I can't help but agree.

"How many people did you kill?"

He looks pained by the question, but he didn't dare show it. Why would a demon be pitiful towards the people he killed? Now that would be stupid.

"Twenty. All of them were couples." He breathes, and I felt disgusted. How could he kill twenty, twenty innocent people?

"Why?"

He stiffens, "That is none of your business!" He snaps, eyes darkening in an instant. But even if he doesn't tell me, maybe I already knew the answer.

"Was it because of Mertil?"

He sighs and his head hung low, he looks, vulnerable, defeated. A side of him I had yet to witness. He took deep and slow breaths before he looked up to me.

"After she died, I always see happy couples everywhere I go, it made me jealous. It pained me, to know I can't be with her again. She was all that I have, aside from my mother." He spoke, "I love her."

"Oh." I mumbled, suddenly thinking about Randy. Does he still love me while I'm away? Is he thinking of me? All these thoughts about him suddenly popped up, until I blurted out my question.

"Do you still love her?"

I covered my mouth after saying it, I didn't even know what was I thinking, for me to ask him about that.

He nods, "Yeah, I still do."

Deciding to avoid that subject, I asked a different question. "So, about that family you were saying, and that 'Chief', what does it have to do with you being here?"

"I have to kill the Chief's family, the ones that are still living, and in that way I would live again."

My eyes widen at this information, "Live again? What do you mean?"

"Before I died, I made a vow that I would kill each and every one of his family, leaving no one. So, that curse came true, the devil grant me my wish. But my days are numbered, you'll never know when he comes and gets you."

I nodded and that was when he stood up, "You better sleep now Lucinda, tomorrow we will continue our journey."

I yawned in agreement, and stood up to go to bed. I wonder where he would sleep, probably on the couch I suppose.

I pulled the sheets up to my chin as he flopped down on the old worn out couch. He aimed his eyes at the wood in the fireplace before it burst into flames, warming the whole wooden house.

"When we get to the city, what would we do?" I can't help but ask. But he didn't answer me, he just closes his eyes, as if trying to tell me to stop annoying him with questions.

"By the way, how did your leg healed itself? Did you cure it or something?" I question for the last time, watching him open his eyes and bite the dove's head, that layed limply on his right hand, but I just try to ignore it, which was really hard.

"It disappeared because I drank blood, it healed itself. It part of my curse, if I get wounded, it pains me, but that black fluid that comes out isn't my blood, it's the blood that I drank."

"So, it's like, a curse?"

"Yeah, it's a curse. I am hex."