Looking back on it, I honestly don't exactly know why I was so scared he would die. Zombie people (which is what Creine was) can't die from regular deaths. The only way one can die is if a Slerrok claws them (which would kill anyone) or if another undead casts a death spell on them. The only people who could become zombies were wizards and witches. But that didn't stop me from plunging my dagger into the man's neck. He screamed out in pain and let go of my co-worker as I twisted the blade, making black blood stream out of the large wound in the man's neck.

"Get the hell out of here," I spat as I yanked the knife out. "And never come back. You're banned." The man grabbed his coffee and staggered out in defeat, still bleeding heavily. I turned to Creine, worried. "You good fahm? He had a really strong hold on you." He looked up at me, and that was when I noticed the thin black claw marks on his neck and the tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

"It was a Slerrok, Azar. One of them was just here. And they clawed me." Crap.

BAM! I kicked open the doors to the police station, pulling Creine with me by his apron. "OY! LISTEN UP, YOU USELESS CLODS! MY FRIEND JUST GOT CLAWED BY A SLERROK! SO YOU NEED TO DROP WHATEVER RANDOM BULL YOU'RE DOING AND HELP US!"

I could have technically been arrested for kicking in a door and shouting in the middle of a police office, but my mind was running in about a billion directions at once so I couldn't care less. It's not like the police were going to arrest me anyway- they literally did absolutely nothing. The officers just sat there in stunned silence until one of them slowly got up and walked over to me.

"You're kidding, right, kid? You can't just come in and say that your friend got clawed by the most dangerous creature in the entire multiverse." In response, I just showed them the claw marks now expanding on Creine's neck and the black, inky substance leaking out of them.

"Oh my god. Y-You're not kidding. We have to put the city on lockdown, and evacuate, and send out a patrol, and- and-"

"Dude. Calm. Down. Yes, the most dangerous creature in existence is back. But freaking out won't stop it. You need to immediately make sure that no one falls asleep. Now that we know the Slerroks are back, they won't strike anyone who is awake." A Slerrok is a thing of pure evil. They are shapeshifters who claw and eat people. If one claws you, then you will die in 72 hours because there is no known cure. However, you can always tell if someone is a Slerrok by their red eyes, pale skin, and dark hair. They were banished a long time ago into the Void dimension, but must have escaped and were currently looking for beings to kill and eat. Fun. I had the police put the city on lockdown and send out a notice to families with small children: don't go outside or fall asleep. Then, Creine and I ran back to The Magical Bean to start making free coffee to give out to people who needed it. This was going to be the longest shift ever.

2 hours later

I was busy making a large tub of black coffee when outside I noticed a familiar face. It was the Slerrok...thing. My first thought was 'what kind of idiot literally hangs around the scene of the crime.'. My second thought was 'I WILL MURDER HIM WITH MY BARE HANDS AND THIS DAGGER I SWEAR TO GOD'.

"Creine," I called over the noise, dumping the coffee into a large, chilled dispenser.

"What?" Creine replied, turning to face me as he scrawled someone's name on a cup.

"Cover for me. I have to go do something."

"What do you have to do–-Wait-come back here–- Azar! DAMMIT AZAR WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" But I was already storming out of the cafe, bloodlust in my eyes and a familiar magic dagger in my hand. I had a debt to repay. The Slerrok was sitting at one of those umbrella tables outside, sipping his coffee without a care in the world. He didn't notice me go up behind him and raise my dagger, but I think he might have noticed when I stabbed him because he screamed and shot up from his metal chair. You know in the movie Finding Dory, the fish's mantra is like 'just keep swimming, just keep swimming'? For me it was mostly the same thing, except it was 'JUST KEEP STABBING, JUST KEEP STABBING.' The Slerrok didn't stand a chance. Once I was sure he was dead, I drained his blood and grabbed a couple strands of hair, to maybe find a cure. 

I headed back into the cafe covered in black blood and sweat-which wasn't exactly the best for business but whatever. My other coworker, Penelope, just facepalmed and gave me a scratchy towel to wipe my face. She knew me enough to know that I was absolutely not sorry and I would definitely do it again without hesitation. I'm silly like that. As I was walking to the bathroom to hopefully clean up some more, I ran into my manager Whic. Oh, boy.