This is a supernatural/mystery story, unlike my other stories. This is really different and I hope you like it! <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Chapter 1 I stared at him, waiting to make my move. He stood in the alley, alone, waiting for some defenceless girl to pick up and kill. He was a serial killer, and I was going to stop him. He had been killing for months, and we finally got a solid lead on the guy. Funny part was, that I actually knew him. I smirked to myself and ran on the air to a few blocks away, ready to act. When I stopped, I looked around, making sure no mortal saw me. Then, I started walking, making myself look sweet and innocent. I walked towards him, feeling eyes on me. They weren't his eyes, not yet. But soon, they would be. He was like me, a demon. But, unlike him, I was one of the nicer demons. I was still evil, rude, cruel. But I had a kinder hole than most. And I was a rare demon. I was a fallen angel, so I guess I wasn't really a demon. But some considered me a demon, others didn't. I walked slowly, pretending I was thinking. My hair changed to the one of the victim's blonde hair and green eyes. My clothes changed to a preppy cheerleader outfit. I looked exactly like one of the victims. Her name was Veronica Michels, a loved cheerleader. She was found in her cheer outfit, her pom-poms in her hands, and she was covered in blood. She had been stabbed multiple times. And she was in a cheer pose. It was odd, but he created poses for all his victims. Laura Preston was a volleyball player, set in a serving position. Harriet Canels was a soccer player, set in a kicking position. All of his victims were sports players of one kind. And it was time to end his killing spree. His last victim was Suzanne Winters, a basketball player. She was found, but the scene wasn't pretty. I met her parents, and they were extreamly devastated. Suddenly, I felt a new pair of eyes in me. They were evil. I could feel it was him, ready to strike. I left my defences down, eyes on the sidewalk. Then I was pulled into the alley, knife at my throat. I was calm. Absolutely calm. "Sweetheart, where's the struggle?" he whispered in my ear, his breath sneaking towards my nose. His breath had the scent of alcohol and breath mints, a classic combo. "Sweetheart," I whispered back, my defences springing into action. "You should know who I am. After all, I am one of you." "Really?" he asked. "A killer?" "No, a fallen angel," I smirked, pulling myself out of his grasp, taking the knife with me. He gasped as my red hair and grey eyes shifted back into place. My clothes returned to normal, the sleek leather jacket finishing the touch. "You," he snarled. "You recognize me now?" I asked, laughing. "I reconized you a long time ago, sweetheart." I pulled out my revolver, ready to shoot. Instead, I threw the knife at him, bringing my gold dagger out of it's case. He dodged the knife laughing as I swung at him, the gold dagger hitting his throat. His eyes widened and he fell to the ground, his body becoming empty as his demon soul returned to the depths of hell. "See you in hell, my fellow demon," I smirked, my dagger wound transforming into a bullet wound, covering the evidence of our kind. I pulled out my cell, dialling a number quickly and swiftly. "Williams, what have you got?" my boss, Sheldon Welburn asked. "Case closed, boss. The sport serial killer is no more," I smirked into the phone. "Williams, how do you do this?" he chuckled. "It's what I do best, sir," I smiled. "Well, congratulations, Williams. I'll send someone down there for you," he said, hanging up. I smiled to myself, putting up the cell. I smiled at the corpse, glad this case was over. "Another case gone, and more lives saved. And another damned demon sent back to hell." <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>