<i>”Get me out of here!”</i><br/><br/>That’s exactly what he was planning to do and when her fingers threaded through his own, he clamped down and tugged her along as quickly as he could without pulling her arm out of the socket. At the moment, he didn’t know where the explosion had come from, or, at least, what had caused it, but he had an inkling that it was a demon that wanted<i>her</i>dead. Damien wasn’t the most popular half-demon amongst the group of them, but up until that point, he was able to keep himself hidden fairly well. This target was on<i>her</i>back and he just happened to be along for the ride - two birds with one stone.<br/><br/>They stumbled their way down the stairs, body fighting against gravity and momentum to stay on balance. Luckily, they made it to the bottom and just as they pushed through the door he heard the scream of the hound.<b>”Ohh fuck! Hell-hound! Move!”</b>He could hear the sharp claws of the beast click-clacking off of the cheap linoleum as its large feet fought to gain purchase on the slick surface. They burst through the door and Damien quickly turned to kick it shut. There was a brief pause and then a loud, hollow<b>thud</b>as the hound hurled its body into the steel door, denting it out. Sharp claws struck it, the steel giving way in some spots to the claws on the other side; long, jagged lines cut into it.<br/><br/>Then she was talking…<i>again</i>.<b>”Buffy the what?”</b>, he began and shook his head. His eyes scanned over the door - it wasn’t going to hold. His mind raced as he thought of where to go. If the hound got out, he could likely take it down, but if it went for the girl first then she would likely die. A retreat was the only option.<b>”No, it doesn't work like that. You would know if you had powers, now come on, we have to go. I have a friend that may be able to help us.”</b>He yanked on her arm and pulled her off into the night. Damien hoped he’d find answers where they were going, but with Roland, there was never a guarantee that he would cooperate.<br/><br/>Once out on the street, he let go of her hand.<b>”Okay, now, this friend of mine is a little,”</b>his voice trailed off some as he searched for the right words,<b>”off the wall.”</b>He reached for her arm, grabbing and redirecting her across the street with him.<b>”He’s a human, but, he is sort of a fanatic. A demon fanatic, that is. He knows a lot and hears even more. He may be able to shine some light on this situation for us. I might not have the answers to your questions, but maybe <i>he</i> will.” </b>