Dead Men and Demon Dogs // Byron & Nathan
Byron stood before Nathan, trembling ever so lightly. He hoped the ghost, the dead man, didn’t notice his fear, though he was certain he was practically radiating fear. He was stuttering, shaking and sweating like crazy. He wasn’t usually so afraid, but the ghost before him was a cold blooded murderer. He wouldn’t hesitate a second to kill him. And now this man was expecting to see demon dogs. Fucking demons dogs. Of all the excuses, lies and alibis he could have made, and he went with demon dogs?! Inside, Byron shouted at himself for being such an idiot. Where the fuck was he supposed to acquire demon dogs? There was no way he was going to ask Hazel the demon for help, or Elijah or the Manger or anyone. Byron needed a plan to get him out of this situation and fast.
Byron was 100% sure he was going to be a dead, dead, dead man. When Nathan figured out that he had not a single demon dog, he would kill him in the blink of an eye. Just like that, and he would be dead. Unless he did manage to find a demon dog. Just maybe…
Before he knew it, words were coming out of his mouth and he had no control over them. “I have demon dogs in my room so just follow me,” he blurted out. He turned around and looked back at the man, gesturing for him to follow. It only took a couple of minutes before they were outside his room, Room 608. He gulped, eyebrows connecting over worried eyes. He had no idea what he was doing, but at the back of his mind was an idea, and he didn’t like it.
Benny’s corpse. It was inside.
Turning around, his room door behind him, he faced Nathan. “Here we are. My room. With the demon dog,” Byron said, trying to stall him. Maybe if he could chat with him for a while, it would draw the situation longer and Nathan would just give up and leave him alone. Maybe even just completely forget about it. Byron attempted to flash a smile, a smile that said Hey, I’m not worried at all. I’m definitely not freaking out that I just might be murdered inside my room. Of course, he failed.
Nathan liked the smell of fear that the mortal man gave off. It made going through the motions of pretending to care about the demon dogs more interesting. The charade couldn't be kept up for long. Nathan more than doubted there were demon dogs in Byron's possession.
"You keep your demon dogs in your apartment?" he said, amused. "Charming."
From just the fear that the man displayed Nathan could tell there would be no demon dogs. Maybe Byron had something different up his sleeve but it wasn't demon dogs. Nathan put up his guard to keep a look out for ghost traps.
He wasn't in the mood for stalling. Even though he knew there weren't going to be demon dogs he still wanted to see the look of desperation on Byron's face the moment he revealed an empty room. Then it would be just a snap of the neck and a new ghost would be added to the inn's roster.
"Well where are they?" Nathan asked.
