Jackal Reborn
by Grendle1853
I don't own any of the characters of "Thirteen Ghosts"
I track the woman's scent down ally ways. My sense of smell has gotten a whole lot better since I ran into that psychic a few months ago. Finding out that you're the reincarnation of an evil serial rapist/murderer/cannibal can screw you up for a while, but I got over it.
I finally see her. Pretty girl. Long red hair, nice skin. By the fishnets and all black clothes and makeup I think she's trying to pull off the goth look. Stupid girl, you can clearly see that she would be more comfortable in lighter attire.
I stalk just a tad closer, using the assorted junk of the area to hide my presence. For a half an instant I think she hears me. She goes stiff and my breathing stops as her head turns around. Damn she's a beauty. I let myself breath again as she turns back around and continues her little walk.
Her smell fills me now that I'm so close, and I'm glad that she's not wearing perfume. Girls never really need to wear perfume, they smell better without it. I let one eye stay glued to the sway of her hips, but every other sense is on my environment, so I don't miss my chance when it comes. I can not afford to miss this chance. After a few more alleys I grab a discarded pipe. Its almost time and I'm going to need more than my hands to deal with this one. I lick my fangs (grew in almost overnight after seeing the psychic) when she turns the next corner. She's almost home. Silly thing for her to take this route really.
Every mussel in my body tenses, its just about time. She nears her door, not another soul on the streets that I can see, then IT happens. The large dark figure of a man, a gleaming knife in his hands, comes from nowhere. He grabs her by the throat and slams her against the wall of her building. As he presses the blade of the knife to her thigh, I hear him whisper in her ear, "If you don't give me to much trouble, I'll leave you an identifiable corpse." There's my cue.
I rush to his side and pry back the his arm with the knife. An astonished look comes over his face and it makes me laugh, I'm so much better than he is. The first blow knocks him to the ground. I crawl on top of him and I just keep hitting his ugly face. I soon lose track of the blows, but when I'm done he certainly does not have an identifiable corpse.
I rise to my feet and am surprised to see her still there. There is just a hint of fear still in her eyes, but mostly all I see there is gratitude. "Thank you...for saving me," she finally coughs up. "Is there anything I can do to... you know repay you."
"I can think of a few things," I think but what I actually let out of my mouth is, "Nah, just doing the right thing."
I turn my back to her and walk away. Yeah, most people would probity lose it, finding out that you are the reincarnation of an evil serial rapist/murderer/cannibal, and getting some of their memories (not when he was alive, thank the gods, only when he was a ghost) didn't help. Me though just looked at it this way: Who better to stop a monster than someone who was once a monster them selves.