A Midnight Stroll (Jack)

[STEVEN LEE ADAMS]

"Wonderful, So as I stand here with a Demon discussing how to scare a bunch of kids, they're down there screwing around and disrupting this resting place of many souls, how idiotic... Steven thought to himself in anger. So this was indeed a night of surprises as the Werewolf made contact with a demon, something that was indeed rare.

"Ok, look...I can shift and you can do your thing, whatever that is...I'm just aiming to scare em off, I won't try to kill, but there's no promises." Steven pointed out. "As for how strong I am before I shift, lets just say I can handle myself pretty well, and after I shift, I'm no angel, but I have some restraint." He muttered. "I'll assure you of one thing though, its nothing like a trained dog, I'm still working to become one with the beast inside." The man growled lowly.

"Just let me know when you want to get rid of them alright?" Steven asked, sighing lowly as his patience grew slightly thin. At this point, Steven's eyes were already darkening and from his mouth, the sight of fangs was already beginning to take place. "This isn't exactly how I planned to spend my evening, but who am I to complain?" He thought to himself, his eyes fixed on the group of teenagers trying to practice some Dark Magic.

"Are you going to spill what you want to do or should I chase you around too?" Steven growled at Jack.

[JACK WES URKIN]

It was a wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums..

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Jack nodded and clapped his hands together, rubbing them just a bit before looking back at Steven. "Okay, here's the plan. I'm going to grab the one with the book, I want you to try and chase off the one with the blood. Those are the two most important things here. The silly candles they've got couldn't double for baldyr candles even if they tried. I can smell the french vanilla cherry blossom from here." He scoffed and shook his head, "Other than that..just..roar a lot and look scary. I'm sure you'll scare the hell out of those poor bastards. In the meantime, I'll get the book and make sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands again. That kind of shit will get even some experienced witches killed."

Jack paced back and forth, "After that, we need to disrupt the current circle that they've formed. I'll take care of that." He nodded and then took a deep breath. "Okay, ready?" Digging his feet into the ground he waited for some kind of signal that Steven was ready and then bolted forward, probably much faster than the werewolf had expected him to. As he moved forward, he swiped the book and lifted the boy up by his waist, spinning around just for one rotation before hurling him at one of the boys with the candles. His eyes shifted down to the book to take a glance at what spell they were casting before looking up to check on the status of his werewolf companion.

When he noticed that the spell was channeled and directly contributed to absorbing the spells of the people casting it, he shook his head. They would have killed themselves and turned themselves into zombies without even thinking about it. Who knows what would have happened to the soulless bodies underground and how they would have been affected.

[STEVEN LEE ADAMS]

"Alright, fine...I'll get the kid with the blood and scare off the others standing around." Steven said with a low growl as his transformation was beginning to pick up, only destroying his jeans as he'd pulled off his shirt as he began to take on the more muscular build, jet black fur beginning to appear, and amber eyes peering at the group of teenagers who were simply messing with the wrong things.

It wasn't long until Steven had fully transformed into his werewolf form, standing taller, and looking menacing with his razor sharp teeth and claws, ready to move and break up the little "gathering" that was occurring not far away from the two. Baring his teeth to show that he was ready, Steve sprung off in a quick doglike run and quickly stood before a few of the kids, growling lowly and snarling angrily, swiping at the kid with the bag of blood, catching his t-shirt, leaving a long rip in it from his claws and gave a toothy grin as he dropped the bag on his run.

The werewolf then turned to a few of the other kids and chased them around as well, tearing a boy's shirt clean off and catching him in the arm with his claws, but not doing much more than scratching him. After looking satisfied at scaring the group. he gave one last growl at the teens that Jack had taken on, and watched them scramble away.

For a moment, It seemed that Steven wasn't finished with his trail of terror, turning to Jack with an evil glint in his amber eyes, but just as he moved over to the demon, Steven slowly began to change back, breathing heavily. "That was harder than you made it sound, I nearly took that one kid's arm..." He muttered, slowing his breathing down as he tried to calm down.

"That wasn't easy, just trying to scare those dumb kids, I nearly took one of their arms...Just in instinct though, What can I say?" Steven muttered, breathing slightly heavily.

"Mess up the circle..." Steven growled, moving to pick up his black t-shirt, pulling it on and then moving back to Jack. "What are you going to do with the book then?" Steven asked, narrowing his eyes at the demon. "You positive you'll keep it out of wrong hands?"

[JACK WES URKIN]

It was a wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums..

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Jack watched as Steven scared the teenagers just as badly as he thought. The sight of a werewolf was more than enough to freak out most people. The white-hats themselves usually could not handle a werewolf, let alone a bunch of idiotic teenagers that thought they were doing something amazing. He closed the book and stuffed it into his jacket pocket, only thinking about it for a second more before Steven took a step towards him. As he edged back just a bit, he placed his hands on a tombstone. In reality, if the werewolf had made a move to lunge forward, Jack would have ripped the tombstone out of the ground and smashed the over-sized hound with it. It was just a thought that crossed his mind, but it was one of defense.

"Yeah, I saw that. Our beasts are always a bit harder to control than we thought." Jack shrugged his shoulders. Everyone had a beast inside them, even if it was not as literal as it applied to Steven. It was the thing that made a choice between right and wrong, helpful or harmful. This was something that he was very familiar with, but apparently not as familiar as Steven was. The werewolf had helped though, so he had gained a bit of respect for him.

"I would burn it, but like I said, seems to be a few centuries old. That kind of knowledge shouldn't go to waste." He sighed and then broke the circle with his foot in various places, kicking up the dirt to remove the blood while using that same dirt to cover up other spots. It was quick and easy, but at least no incomplete summon could be forced and no accident would occur. With a tilt of his head, Jack looked at the ground once more to make sure there was no other traces of blood and then nodded.

"I'll probably lock it away." Jack paused, "That way no one can use it. Better safe than sorry. The spell they were going to use was offering their souls out to the abyss. Not to summon any one particular nasty, but to simply summon. It wasn't even a controlled spell. All hell would have broken loose." He grumbled as he wondered what kind of result that would have on the world. It would be all over the front page, he could say it now.

"Extra, extra! Idiotic teens doom world!" The headlines would read. The voice chimed in, not by sound, but by feeling. It seemed to agree with the way Jack had dealt with things. This, at least, was good. Maybe the voice would give him a break in exchange for his deed. He sincerely doubted it, but a man could dream.

[STEVEN LEE ADAMS]

Steven simply nodded at Jack's comment about the beasts different creatures contained being harder to control than the person with them believes. It relieved the man that he hadn't taken any of the teenager's lives and only afflicted them with fear and one of them with minor wounds. It was well worth the price of disturbing the group to cease any possible chaos from their summoning work they tried to do. "Well, at least its back to quiet here right?" He said with a small chuckle.

"Knowledge?? Yeah, I guess that would probably be the smart thing to do, as knowledge is power...as so many people say." Steven grumbled. "Just as long as nothing chaotic happens, then I'm fine with whatever happens to that thing." He pointed out. "I don't want to be having to run for my life because of some other monster thing." The wolf muttered. It was the truth, as much as Steven didn't mind shifting to protect himself, his life was already tense enough as he was looking over his shoulder constantly.

"Locking it away is probably the best bet, since then no one gets their hands on it, and someone with respect for the power it has is protecting it." Steve said lowly. "What a bunch of idiots, offering up their souls to summon something, why is it when someone does something like that, having interest in dark magic, does the people have no idea what their doing?" He muttered to himself, bringing a hand to his forehead. "It makes no sense to me whatsoever."

"So I learned that you're a demon, but never caught your name...I know you didn't throw it, but then again, I didn't give you mine, I'm Steven, and thanks for pointing out the events, It could have been bad huh?" He said with a chuckle.

[JACK WES URKIN]

It was a wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums..

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Jack nodded at the thought of peace and quiet, "Less racket is good for the mind." He made the comment and then let out a sigh. The events were over and now there was a measure of tranquility that fell over the graveyard. At least it assured him that there was nothing else in the cemetery that would bother him. The lack of things to do was one thing, but at least there would be no more stupidity. That was unless those fools from the organization attacked them, but he highly doubted that they would do so on such a night. Especially with the combined strength of a demon and a werewolf. Anyone would have to be completely suicidal to attack them right now. Sure, they were hardly friends, but they had just worked together to solve a problem. Physically working together was one of the more strengthening practices one could accomplish, much more than any old conversation, for sure.

"It's really because they think they know what they're doing. That's how it always goes. You know, classic horror movie. Car breaks down, kids investigate house, evil thing starts popping them off one-by-one when they split up because they think it was a good idea. Truthfully idiotic." Jack laughed and took a deep breath. His mind was beginning to drift away from the night and back to the various things he had done. It was never a moment of stupidity for him, as he always tried rather hard to make intelligent and educated moves. Just because they failed did not mean that they were stupid, just miscalculated or missing a factor somewhere.

"Oh." Jack paused for a moment when he realized that Steven was right, "It's Jack." He nodded as he spoke, finally coming back to the reality that was this night. If Steven had gone quiet, there was a high chance that Jack would have drifted off into a day dream and sat there for a while. It was very unusual for him, but tonight was a very unusual night. Even the voice was strangely quiet, which just lead him to believe all the more than he was alone for once. Whether or not that was a relief to him or frightening was up to anyone's guess, because even he could not have wagered the truth of it.

[STEVEN LEE ADAMS]

"Very good for the mind...Damn meddling kids." Steven said, smiling in agreement. The werewolf was in a much better mood now that the group of meddling kids wouldn't be messing around with dark magic like that again anytime soon. "Meddling kids?? Have I been watching too much Scooby-Doo again?" Steven thought to himself, smirking lightly in his humorous thoughts as he slightly daydreamed a bit himself.

After taking his time to be silent, Steven listened to Jack come out of his daydream and explain the classic horror movie setup to him, which resulted in a rich chuckle from the man. "Hey, those are my favorite kind of movie, predictable but always entertaining." Steven said with a grin, slowly crossing his arms and looking around into the night. "I personally have never understood why anyone would split up from a group like that in movies, safety in numbers...always corny how people never learn that." He said with a snicker.

"Jack eh?" Steven muttered, picking up the demon's name."Well then Jack, I appreciate you pointing out those kids and stopping the horrors of their amateur dark magic." He said with a small laugh. "Let me ask something...With the eye you have for that book, you must have the talent to appraise things huh, either that or you have a damn good grasp for that same magic...maybe both cases? I just get that weird vibe from you, almost like a shady antiques dealer, like one of those old shops that gives people the creeps to go in, you seem like you own a place like that." Steven said with a chuckle.

"Nah, but with all seriousness, thanks..." The werewolf muttered, still smirking slightly as he could just picture the place that Jack had in his mind.

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[JACK WES URKIN]

It was a wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums..

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Jack looked at Steven funny when he made the Scooby-Doo reference. Was it on purpose? Either way the thought amused him enough to crack a smile. Shaking his head, he listened to Steven talk about horror flicks. "Oh, you know. They think they'll get it done faster. They get sloppy, don't realize what's going on and then they get themselves killed. Of course, in the movies, one or two of them always seem to get away. Any decent creature would never let a couple of normal humans kill it or get away." Jack grumbled just a bit at the thought of it.

"Hey now." Jack pointed a finger at Steven, "I'll have you know I have a very reputable and well-known Art Gallery. That and an antiques business. I just happen to be able to spot expensive things really well." He tilted his head to the side as he realized it was a joke. Everyone missed a joke sometimes, especially when it seemed to have some real ties to it. Jack was not the type to have one of those creepy stores with an old woman behind the counter and a funny incense smell that filled the shop. That just was not him.

"Besides, money is something that everyone needs. I just happen to have the ability and taste for more expensive objects." Jack smirked at Steven and then stretched out, balling his fists together.

"Well, Steven, it's been a pleasure. While I'm not always happy to help out, you're completely right. This place is better off without that sort of thing. We all are, really." Jack tilted his head back to glance at the spot where they had disrupted the teenagers and then sighed. There was no telling what would have happened had Steven and Jack not stopped them. Who knows, the pair might have actually saved the world. Jack sincerely doubted it, though.