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Louis grimaced. It was late, too late. Although he supposed he shouldn’t really be complaining, after all, demons were creatures of the night, it wasn’t as if he was going to be able to hunt them in broad daylight. Louis just hoped he wouldn’t have to get into it with this one, he wasn’t in the mood for a fistfight. His tight, black clothes clung to his body, lord knows he didn’t need anything they could grab if it did come down to a fight. He felt the heavy weight of his cross bow slung across his back, arrows tipped in holy water at the ready. Louis crouched low, making sure he stayed hidden in the darkness of the shadows clinging to the corners of the alley he had hidden himself in. Hiding from a demon was no easy task, after all, where is there left to hide when what you’re hunting belongs to the shadows themselves?
Louis sighs, it shouldn’t be too much longer now, in fact…He feels rather than sees the demon enter the alleyway, after all, the alley is dark, and demons are never more at home than when they are in the shadows. Louis cautiously shuffles forward, moving virtually silently on the balls of his feet. The demon passes him, continuing down the alleyway, and Louis follows carefully behind, stalking his target. Louis peeks his head around the box he’s hiding behind and squints at the dark form ahead of him. Something about this particular demon looks oddly familiar, but Louis can’t quite place it. Those long legs, broad shoulders, and curly hair create a tempting silhouette. He thinks he hears a quiet shuffle behind him, and he freezes, but when he turns to look, he’s alone. He keeps moving, walking further into the alley as his target nears the alley’s dead end. Louis takes a deep breath, drawing his crossbow, and loading an arrow into the slot. He only has one shot at this. He creeps as close to the demon as possible, cornering him against the wall. “Freeze”, he yells, his voice surprisingly calm, as he steps out of the shadows, crossbow pointed squarely at the demon’s head. Slowly, the demon turns around. Louis nearly drops his crossbow in shock.
“Harry?” He exclaims, lowering his bow slightly, but making sure Harry stays pinned against the wall. “Well, well, well….Louis, how nice to see you again” Harry purrs, as a smirk unfurls across his lips. Completely unperturbed, Harry leans back against the wall, hooking one ankle over the other and crossing his arms loosely over his chest. Louis curses, fuck, he looks hot, sprawled against the wall, staring up at Louis through his eyelashes. Fuck.