The driver quickly blew on a blow dart he had produced from his pants pocket, hitting the purple werewolf, it knocked her out cold. We had no interest with the purple werewolf, in fact, this could be used, the purple werewolf had killed us, or so was what it looked like, there was a body in the van that was turned over and a werewolf who had a bump on her head from what investigators would think a 'collision'. I strode onward, moving along the dirt path with my feet, the other two followed me, the driver in the back, using a branch which was made flat by the many kicks of his feet to erase the footprints of our elite little group.<br/><br/>I was close, oh so close, I just had to wait for the succubus to try to eat me again while keeping my distance from any authorities. If I failed, then it would prove I wasn't worthy of taking the devils place, therefore I wasn't going to fail.