Demon's Vow: Part 2 of the Final Asylum Tales (The Asylum Tales series) Read Online Free PDF

the cops on us from the street as we strode up the front porch and entered the house without bothering to knock. Not that a warlock or witch would have knocked. Crap . Acting the part of a Towers asshole was a lot harder than I had ever expected it to be.
    We didn’t have to go far before we found four headless bodies sitting around a large dining-room table. The glossy finish was now splattered with blood and bits of brain matter. While it was hard to gauge without heads, the four victims looked younger than the killer’s first. Their bodies were smaller and their clothing made me think that he’d grabbed four kids from the local middle school. My stomach lurched at the sight and it was a struggle to get my feet to move forward into the room. How much horror did I have to wade through before we finally caught up with this bastard? He tore through an entire nest of vampires, and now . . . kids.
    Gideon frowned as he carefully circled the table, picking up his robe so that the hem didn‘t drag through the growing pools of blood. “Go check the rest of the house. Find the owners,” he barked without looking up at me. His voice was gruff but emotionless. He seemed cold, but it was a lie. There was a tightness around his mouth and his jaw looked hard as if he was tightly clenching his teeth. The warlock had packed his emotions away so that he could find the killer that much faster, relying on the sharp focus of his mind to see him through the grisly scene around him.
    I needed to follow his example, but I was just grateful to be away from the nightmare in the dining room. The living room was empty except for an ugly floral-patterned sofa and love seat set placed around a coffee table heavily laden with magazines. As I wandered down the hall, the smell of rotting flesh hit me. Raising the sleeve of my jacket to my face, I pushed open the first bedroom door. The remains of an elderly couple still in their flannel pajamas lay in the queen-sized bed. Judging by the degree of decomposition, they had been dead for several days at the very least.
    The couples’ throats had been slit while they slept. It wasn‘t the fastest or most painless way to die, but they hadn‘t been the target of the killer‘s latest spell. He had just needed their house in which to work.
    Continuing down the hall, I drew in a somewhat clear breath of air while I explored the rest of the first floor. A quick inspection took me through a spare bedroom, a bathroom, and a tiny eat-in kitchen. Most of the house was untouched. The kitchen had some empty food containers and broken dishes from where the killer had obviously ransacked the owner’s goods, but he hadn’t stayed here long.
    After a couple tries, I finally found the door that led down to the basement and I kind of wished I hadn’t. There weren’t any dead bodies waiting for me, or even reanimated vampires looking to tear out my throat. No, it was more of the strange writing.
    The lower level had been turned into a family room/entertainment area with a massive sectional couch placed before a large TV. Upon taking over the house, the killer had pushed everything to the far side of the room and ripped all the pictures off the wall, throwing them onto the pile. He then covered three of the walls with more of the writing that was part of the spell this asshole was determined to perfect. It looked even more ghastly and horrifying that he’d written it on top of wallpaper laced with delicate rosebuds.
    The meaning of the writing was still lost on me, but I didn’t need to understand it to feel sick when looking at it. Pulling my cell phone out of my pocket, I snapped more pictures of the words, adding them to the ones I had taken at the first apartment. Someone somewhere had to be able to understand this stuff. Though I was beginning to feel like I didn’t want to meet the person who could read this shit.
    Footsteps echoed on the stairs as I returned the phone to my pocket. I turned to find Gideon