Klaus To The Rescue Again

Several gunshots occupied the room, and even the space beyond.

The air was dusty, it reeked of the sour smell of metal and dirt. He wondered why Arabella had been brought to a place like this. The man should have at least taken care of her. Maybe, just maybe he would not have been so mad.

Klaus and Markus stood above a pile of already dead bodies, blood littered the ground around them.

Once they had found a means to get their car out of the "desert", as Markus had called it, they decided to call for help from a friend, a demon who owed Markus quite a lot.

They didn't say why, although they didn't need to. Every demon in the real knew of Klaus's "wild goose chase" for the woman he had shown off times without number.

It was good to know this wasn't just another one of his many endless clues, this was for real.

Arabella was here.

Her presence enveloped him the moment he stepped his feet into the rusty gates of wherever the hell they were.

"We should really search inside. I have