A Demon's Fate

Sarah skated through the streets of the city that she horribly called her home. It was sunset and she was skating at full speed on the street, getting the occasional honks from car drivers telling her to get off the street. Sarah flipped them off, continuing down the street. A small tear fell from her eyes. She wiped it away as if it was nothing.

It was almost the same every day.

Sarah flipped her long hair away from her face to see where she was going on the street. Even though it was three years later, she still looked the same. The only thing that was different was her hair. It was now waist length. Her childish features were still present on her face. Nothing mattered to her anymore. The only thing that did matter was getting to her destination.

She was determined to get the cemetery in time. Lately, there were a lot of grave robberies in the past year. Sarah feared that these people, whoever they were, were going to disturb Eric and Shelly's resting place.

The cops had been no use, even Sarah's cop friend Albrecht had been of no help. Without evidence, even the shredded ground beneath the graves weren't enough. The bodies hadn't turned up and people had a feeling who was behind it.

He had a feeling who was behind it. Since Top Dollar and his gag was demised three years ago, his territory was taken over by psychopaths and murderers. They called themselves "The Forsaken Brotherhood." There were four of them.

"I'm sorry Sarah," he said to her.

"Sorry doesn't help me or the victims," said Sarah in an aggravated tone of voice.

She stormed out of the police station to go to the cemetery to protect her beloved friends.

Albrecht understood why the teen was so upset. He walked into his office, closing the door behind him. He sighed heavily, running his hand over his face.

"She's worried that the grave robbers are going to dig up Eric and Shelly," he said to nobody. He understood every feeling she was having.

"I've got to catch these guys," he said. With that, he picked up his badge and gun that was sitting on his desk and hit the streets.

It had been three years since Eric had come back from the dead to avenge his and his fiancé's death. Sarah had missed him and Shelly always. It was the first thing she thought about when she woke up and the last thing she thought about when she went to sleep.

Sarah slipped her skateboard to a stop. She picked it up, letting the wind slip past her. She closed her eyes enjoying the breeze. She opened the gate to the cemetery, walking to the place she had been every single day.

Devil's Night had come and past the night before, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing happened, except a clear dark peaceful night. That was October 30th.

Today was October 31st, Halloween; the day of Samhain. This day was no exception. Today, three years ago, it had happened; the murder of Eric Draven and Shelly Webster.

The sun was shining bright over the God forsaken city. The leaves were all turning red, orange, and yellow. It showered the dark black streets with color.

Sarah didn't care about the trick or treaters; all she cared about was spending the night protecting the graves.

Sarah sighed in relief when she got to the graves and everything was still intact.

She rested her head against the bright ground. She read the names on the gravestones sadly.

"I miss you two," said Sarah. She leaned her head back on Eric's grave.

"I wish you were still around," said Sarah in a shaky voice. She opened her eyes and started to cry. Her tears fell from her eyes and landed on the gravestones. Her heart was breaking even more.

Sarah stood up, wiping her eyes with the sleeve from her sweater.

She walked back in forth between Eric and Shelly's graves, with her hands petting the smoothness and cold marble of the graves, but something she felt on Eric's grave caught her attention.

There were dents in the cold stone.

"What is this?" she asked.

She leaned closer to really get a close look at the dents.

"Oh my God! That's from the beak of a bird," said Sarah.

Just then from overhead, there was a caw from the tree standing a few feet away.

"You," said Sarah.

She smiled as she ran over the black bird. She knew this was the same crow from three years ago.

"I still have it," she said. She took the necklace she had worn for three years straight. She showed the crow the engagement ring that Eric had given Shelly. It was tied around the black cord.

Sarah's smile soon turned upside down into a frown.

"Even though Eric and Shelly are gone, I miss them," said Sarah.

The crow stared intently at her, as if it knew what she was saying.

"Now that Top Dollar and his gang are dead, it still hasn't changed things around the city that much,"

"Please," begged Sarah staring up intently at the crow. "Bring him back? For me?" she asked.

"I don't know if I can continue living without them. Life for me was easier when they were around," said Sarah.

The bird didn't take his black beaded eyes away from her. A few seconds passed until it spread its wings and cawed loudly. It flew off the tree branch, almost hitting Sarah in the head with its razor sharp claws. It landed on Eric's gravestone. It looked towards Sarah and cawed again.

"Please?" asked Sarah. She outstretched her hand to pet the crows beautiful black feathers, but before she could touch it, the crow pecked her hand. A cut appeared on Sarah's hand.

"Ow," cried Sarah. She flung her hand back and forth unknowingly flinging her blood onto the gravestone and onto the ground.

"Thanks for that," said Sarah, obviously upset.

She knew this was useless but a part of her wanted to try anyway. She picked up her skateboard and left the cemetery.

"I don't know if I'm out of my mind or not," said Sarah.

She looked back at the cemetery. "I'll be right back," said Sarah.

"I don't want to get an infection from this," she said. With that, she rolled down the street to the pharmacy to get some hydrogen peroxide.

A few hours passed and Sarah still wasn't back.

Officer Daryl Albrecht had arrived at the cemetery in the pitch black of night. He saw from the light of his flashlight that everything and everyone was still in their final resting places.

Daryl found the two familiar graves. He smiled affectionately at the stone. Daryl didn't even see the blood on Eric's grave. He was looking around the property making sure no one was around vandalizing the place.

"Happy Halloween guys. We miss you," said Daryl, not even looking at the graves. Daryl couldn't stay long because a distant sound of thunder came from the skies.

"Raining on Halloween? I know some kids who are going to be pretty upset," he said.

"Good night," said Daryl patting the graves as he walked away.

The rain started as soon as Daryl got into his car and drove away.

Not all was well in the cemetery after Daryl had left. The crow was back and sitting atop Eric's grave. The blood had dripped down, the lightning illuminating the sight for none to see.

Soon the crow was screaming and flapping his wings faster and faster.

A hand popped up from beneath the ground of Eric's grave, followed by an arm, then a shoulder, a black haired head, and then the leather covered legs.

The man shakily stood up. He looked around gasping and trying to find his balance, thought the mud he was sliding in wasn't helping.

He heard the crow cawing. He spun around and looked at the animal. He tilted his head and the crow did the same.

The man looked up at the rain currently pelting him in the face. He spread his arms and let out a piercing scream. Eric Draven had returned from the Land of the Dead.

Sarah underestimated the skate to the pharmacy. It was longer than she had anticipated, and now it was pouring rain, and she wasn't in the cemetery.

"I'm so fucked," said Sarah.

Finally Sarah arrived at the cemetery. Sarah scooped up her skateboard and ran into the graveyard, being wary of her steps in the mud. The rain made her vision blurry, but Sarah knew her way around this place.

Sarah arrived at the place she was supposed to spend the night.

She stopped suddenly to catch her breath. She bent over to steady her breathing.

That's when she saw it. Eric's grave had been disturbed.

"Fuck no!" screamed Sarah. She threw down her skateboard in the mud. She thought the gang was present. Sarah ran over to the area collapsing in the mud, expecting to see bits and pieces of a broken coffin box. She saw nothing but a big hole and nothing was in it.

Sarah then remembered what happened earlier. The crow had bit her. She looked down at her bandaged hand. Then there was a loud caw from behind her.

Sarah gasped.

There's no way, she thought.

She slowly kneeled up into a standing position. The thunder boomed overhead.

Sarah turned her body slowly to meet the distant face of Eric Draven, but he was wearing the crow makeup. His whole face was white, and the eyes were pitch black. The crow was perched on his shoulder, folding its wings.

"Eric!" Sarah cried. She ran to him and he kneeled down to catch her in his arms. He hugged her tightly as she did the same.

"Happy Halloween," said the Crow. He smiled as lightning struck to light up the sky.