Blood trickled down Ryans face as his head hit the hard pavement of one of Londens many hidden tunnels, but he had to forget about the punding sensation in his skull because the thing that had attacked him gripped his throat tightly with its claw like hands "prepare to die!" it snarled in his ear, its breath smelt of rotting flesh and it made the hairs on Ryans neck stand up.
The thing opened its jaw wide exposing many sharp blood stained teeth just waiting to taste the blood they laid beneath. It was closer now so close Ryan could feel its warm breath against his now cold neck when suddenly he rememberd the blade that rested safely in his jeans pocket he reached for it and drove it hard into the creatures chest, it let out a high pitched cry before it fell motionless to the ground.
Ryan jumped to his feet pushing the creature aside he smiled, he wasn't going to die. Well not today anyway, and definately not by the hands of a demon.
