The Girl With The Raven Wings

[EmilyHuene]

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New York
2300 Hours

@EmilyHuene ; @KinkyPrawn [/fancybox2]

Night time in New York city was always a wonderful thing. To the humans of the world, it existed as a place where anything can happen. The busy city roared on in a never ending slumber similar to that of Vegas or some other casino-ridden road strip. But for those who existed beyond the sights of the humans...the night was something different all together.

A hidden library off a dirty side street gave way to a secret underground warehouse where all creatures of the night came to party. Vampires, werewolves, fairies. All creatures who could see the Veil of the truth were welcome here. Though, goblins and orcs and the like didn't really venture this far inward to the busy city. They had their own little slice of the underground with the trolls under the bridges.

This particular venue was named the Fanged Tooth, as it's owner had an affinity for the Faerie blood in his ancestry. Those that personally got to meet with the man swore his teeth were even sharpened to give himself that look. It was all smoke and mirrors as the man barely had a drop of Faerie blood in him to begin with. But he was supportive of the community so no one called him out on it.

A girl in a purple cloak came out of the rain and entered into the hushed library nearing midnight on this normal Saturday night. In the back was an elderly lady clerk who seemed to be reading the same book every night. The girl threw down her hood showing long, dark purple hair. It wasn't natural, though the girl wished it was; she had to dye it once a month to keep it looking fresh. The girl held out a library card that had expired on the sixth day of June. To make things visually accurate there was even a time stamp on it saying she'd gotten the card at six PM.

"You've got overdue books," the woman would ask as she looked up from the book she was reading.

The girl cocked her head to the side and would reply as if droning the words on, "My apologies. I'll go put this one back then."

The woman reached under the desk and clicked a little button that opened a door in the back. The purple haired woman pulled her cloak back up and ventured into the dark corner of the library and entered into the room marked Employees Only. There were two actual doors going in. One normal, and a second made of steel so as to block out sound. The girl walked right up to the steel door and instead of bothering to open it, phased right through it as if it wasn't there. This was something only this girl could do; it wouldn't happen for any other customer coming into the club.

Walking down the curved set of stairs the music hit her instantly. Loud pounding music of some up and coming musician in the underground community blasted out of the speakers. The girl continued downward until she was entering onto the crowded dance club. Not a single person here was human, but a few chose to keep their more human features. One werewolf for example wouldn't bother turning full wolf as they didn't make good dance partners.

The girl would keep her cloak over her head and head around the dance floor to a booth off to the side. The kind of table rich people would sit at for hours and make deals at and things. How horribly cliche. Because that's exactly what brought the girl here. She came up to one such booth where three young boys were sitting. They each looked like they belonged in a fraternity and were dressed in the top most fashions. She'd sit down on the end, but the boy closest to her would lean over and pull her closer; her hood fell off as he did so.

"Emily, Emily, Emily. Why you always got to be so distant?"

The purple haired girl, now identified as Emily, would try to pull away some, but otherwise didn't escape the grasp of the young man who held her close with his long arm. "I don't like making a scene, Dimiti. Do you have my fix or not?"

"That depends, doll. You got the cash?"

Emily looked around as she reached into her hoodie pocket. She pulled back a roll of twenties and tossed it to the man in the middle. He picked it up from the table and shoved it in his pocket, then under the table would pass something in a bag back to her. She then started to get up but Dimitri held her back down.

"Hey hey hey. Don't go nowhere, doll. We're just getting started."

She tried sounding tough, but her tone was barely convincing, "Let go of me, Dimitri. I'm not playing any games with you."

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[KinkyPrawn]

August Valerius sat behind the wheel of his brand new Dodge Demon as he rumbled through the backstreets of New York. In all of his 2000 years of being on this earth, Ney York was something of a fascination to him. The term 'outrageous' has always drawn him to do strange things. He was part of the legendary siege of Masada, he was a gunnery officer on HMS Victory, he was a lieutenant on the Bismarck...and now he sat behind the wheel of a supercharged V8 in The Big Apple.

There were places that dotted across every continent where creatures like him could find peace and sanctuary from the humans. The part that amazed him was that these places almost always seemed to keep the peace between the variety of creatures that went there to party. He was just hoping that he wouldn't have to deal with a Werewolf down there, the last thing he needed was to get into a fight with his natural enemy.

He pulled into a parking and took a few moments to check his belongings. The blessed Desert Eagle was holstered and out of sight under his arm, the library card was in the pocket of his leather jacket along with his badge. The enchanted steel ring on his left ring finger was a bit useless since the sun wasn't out, but he refused to take it off at any time. He got out of the car, made sure his sneakers, jeans, Iron Maiden T-shirt and jacket were straightened out before he went into the club. He locked the car and checked the time on his phone as he approached the 'library'.

As much as he wanted to just relax and have a drink to eat, being a bounty hunter was a job that did not allow for much rest...at least sleep wasn't something his kind needed all that much and he could switch up professions again in a decade or so. His target was another vampire that used his abilities to commit several dozen small-time crimes...until he decided to kill a girl and drain her completely. While he worked as a bounty hunter, he used his abilities to keep a lid on everything and maintain the secret peace between them and the humans. An impossible task but one he tried to do nonetheless.

He entered the library, said the password and pretty soon he was in the club, scoping everything out. While the music was good, it made using his heightened senses almost impossible. He walked over to the bar, ordered a glass of O+ and took a seat to the right of the dancefloor. He tapped his foot along to the beat as he scanned the building, looking for his target. The sight of a purple-haired girl sitting with three strange boys caught his attention. He saw the deal going down under the table, but he wasn't a cop so drugs weren't exactly his responsibility. But it didn't take a genius to figure out that the girl wasn't in her comfort zone and the 'boys' weren't treating her nicely.

While August wouldn't describe himself as a gentleman by any stretch of the imagination, he still treated everyone with respect and stood up for those that were in trouble. Holding the glass in right hand, he stood up and walked over to the table. When he got there he took a sip and licked the leftover blood off his lips. "Is there a problem here, miss?" he said politely, but loud enough to be heard over the music. He kept his eyes locked on the three men, his left hand ready in case push came to shove.

While August wasn't sure exactly what they were, he knew their faces from somewhere.

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

The boys would hear the man slightly off to the side of them and turn when he tried to interrupt. The purple haired girl would look down, not wanting to get in the middle of this. Or rather, not wanting to make a scene. Things would only get worse for her if she asked this man for help. And the guy too she supposed. Not that she cared about some random downworlder. As she ducked her head as if hiding, the one on the other end would stand and bring out a knife. He stared down the drifter who seemed too cool for his own good and flicked the knife open. His eyes suddenly went pitch black as the center pupil of his eye expanded and covered his eye completely. He blinked, and then a golden ring would appear where his iris had been. The eyes of a true demon.

"Get lost, punk. This don't concern you."

A cliche reply. But it was enough to show he meant business. Behind him, Emily would squirm as Dimitri reached up and pulled her hood back. Her long hair fell back down after being disturbed, and now August could see more of her face. Another thing he might notice was an anhk necklace dangling from her neck and into her shirt.

Continuing without the man's interference, paying this intruder no mind at all, Dimitri man would tease the purple haired girl further, "Oh Emily, why must you wear that dreadful thing? Take it off and let's see what you have to hide."

He would reach for it but she slapped his hand away and repeated herself, "I said no, Dimitri!" Her voice was still hushed but it was clear things were not very under control at all.

@KinkyPrawn ​

 

[KinkyPrawn]

August stood casually as he watched the man stand up and pull a knife on him. His eyes were locked onto the young man's eyes as he watched them turn yellow, yet the action didn't phase the vampire in the slightest. "Oh, you're one of those." he said in a bored tone as he took a sip from his glass. The moment the glass touched his lips, his left hand drew the massive pistol in a lightning quick move and pressed it harshly against the demon's forehead. Residue from a previous shot slightly burned the creature's forehead. "If I were you I'd drop that butter knife of yours. Trust me, you don't want to be shot in the head by a holy fifty cal." he warned the demon, still speaking in a bored, casual manner.

His eyes looked over to the girl while his face was still pointed at the demon. While her features weren't all that strange, the Ankh around her neck was most certainly an interesting trinket. The fact that she defended it so desperately was also telling him that it was more than a simple necklace. His eyes drifted from the girl to the other demon. He pointed at the demon with his right index finger. "Now I remember you. 1942, Auschwitz. You were in charge of the chambers there...in case you don't know, there's still an ongoing bounty on Nazi war criminals such as yourself, so unless you want to go straight back to hell I'd suggest you let her go." his voice became much colder and stern as his head turned to face the third demon. His vampiric fangs extended as his lips curled back slightly.

"I'm not gonna tell you twice." he said threateningly as he turned the gun one the third one. He put the glass down on the table as well to free up his hand. Somehow the people around them were still completely oblivious to the confrontation.

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

To say the man was intimidated was an understatement. The demon before him was nothing more than a low lever demon, despite his heritage of a strong bloodline. But just because the acted tough didn't mean it stood up to a bounty Hunter claiming to have holy weapons. And if not for the slight singe the kid felt as the gun touched him, he wouldn't have believed it.

Even still, the four of then all stopped and looked at the man with the gun. Even the girl seemed scared of him. The one out front would take a step back as he lowered his weapon, simultaneously raising his hand in mock surrender. Followed by the other once the knife was put away. By no means were they just going to let that slide; they'd get him back later when he least expected it.

"It's fine, Darius."

The punk turned his head to look at Dimitri and then nodded and sat back down. The leader was in no hurry to let Emily up though. August then addressed Dimitri finally. His threat was more sound than just shooting some random demon down. Dimitri's bored look of his own then vanished and was replaced by a subtle twitch to his lips showing some serious anger.

His arm then lifted and allowed Emily to move out of his grasp. She stood, then turned back to look at Dimitri. The look on her face was that of a little regret, strangely enough. Kind of like "What could I do?". She the. Turned back and covered her head with the cloak and started to walk away from the table without so much as a thank you to the bounty Hunter. In fact, she seemed to try and get around him as quick as she could

 

[KinkyPrawn]

August's eyes were locked on the three demons. He was relieved when they complied but he knew they'd like nothing more than to come after him. His finger curled more tightly around the trigger, the temptation to banish these creatures was immense, but he fought it. They were nothing and he was pretty confident that he could take them should they try something.

The girl stood up and walked off. August held the gun up as he walked backwards in the same direction as the girl. When he made a distance he was comfortable with he spun around and holstered the gun once again. His fangs also retracted as he relaxed. He kept his senses up just in case the demons followed him or tried something. Pretty soon he caught up with her by the exit. "Hey, you alright? Care to explain what exactly that was back there?" he spoke in a stern voice. He stayed close, intent of following her out as well as leaving himself. No chance staying in a place for one little vamp when three demons are following your every move. "I'm...planning on leaving as well, can I give you a ride home?" he lightened up a bit. He was still focused on the surroundings but confident they were pretty out of danger for the moment.

The girl looked pretty shaken up. Frankly he would be surprised if she even acknowledged him...

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

Hearing the man come after her she nearly jumped out of her skin. She expected it, but it didn't change the fact he startled her. Emily was clearly uncomfortable with this bounty Hunter coming after her. Not one with holy weapons. Vampire or otherwise, she was very nervous. She turned and he'd note a hint if fear in her eyes as she looked to his gun.

"Nothing," she tried lying. "Just boys being boys."

She tried moving again and he again protested by the time she'd made her way to the first metal door separating her from the library outside. Asking her if she wanted a ride she tried to think of some reason to pass. She'd like nothing more than to just go home. And if he had a ride it would be that much faster. The demons were surely going to make a move if she tried leaving him. And she knew either way there were risks.

"I.......Fine."

Emily pushed the door open and then the second moving out of the loud dance club and into the silent library. But as she headed towards the exit she skipped down one of the isles and turned around, slamming her foot into the ground and crossing her arms angrily.

"Listen. I don't know you. I don't trust you. Empty those bullets of yours. Leave them here. And no. I'm not joking. If you don't like it, I'll walk. I've got no problem doing it. What's it going to be?"

 

[KinkyPrawn]

"Boys being boys? Fat chance at that. Not with demons." He said coldly, checking behind them for the sneaky monsters. He followed her out, leaving the heavy doors to close on their own behind him. She rounded the corner of an isle and started talking to him like a girl chasing off a common thug. He was a little insulted by the gesture, especially after he practically saved her life, but decided to push it aside.

When she told him to empty his gun his eyes went wide."Excuse me? You want me to just drop ammo blessed by an arch-bishop just because you don't trust me?" he said in disbelief, crossing his arms across his chest as well as he stared down at the girl. After a few seconds his generosity got the better of him and he relented. He drew the hand-cannon, ejected the magazine and slipped it into an open pouch on his holster, racked the slide to eject the round in the chamber, catch the round and store it in a pocket then released the slide. Just to reassure her a little more he racked the slide a couple more times and pulled the trigger, the heavy metallic sounds drew the attention of the librarian who was leaning over to see what they were doing.

He holstered the empty gun once again. "If those demons get the drop on us, it's on you." he said as he turned around and made for the entrance, ignoring the confused librarian. "Thankfully I'm not entirely defenceless." he mumbled to himself, unlocking the car and waiting for her to get in first before sliding in behind the wheel. With the press of a button the massive engine roared to life, causing a grin to appear on the vampire's face. With the few taps of a button the GPS was open on the centre console. "You got an address or are we driving on word of mouth to your home?" he asked her casually.

As he waited for an answer, his head was on a swivel, checking around the car as well as the girl for any suspicious movement.

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

Of course he'd object to ditching his weapon. Or his ammo. But he could always get more. And she really didn't need the ride. In a way, she was testing him. Calling his bluff so to speak. Or rather, would he be calling hers? Either way, she stared at him and explained, "Listen. I don't like guns. Least of all ones that hurt. Silver bullets. Holy bullets. They're all the same. And anyone carrying one around is asking for trouble. You shouldn't have even brought that into that place."

He humored her enough to at least empty the gun, but she would have preferred he left the bullets behind. Holy bullets. Yeah. She had no idea what getting shot by one of those things would do to her and she really didn't want to find out. She watched him set the rounds in a pocket and took a sigh of exasperation. He'd then place the impending doom of their fate on her, saying if the demon frat boys came after them she'd have no one to blame but herself.

Emily scoffed, "I can handle myself. Ok? Which way is your car?"

She would start heading to the exit of the library but once outside she'd let him lead. Emily had merely assumed he had a car, she didn't consider he might have a motorcycle. Her mother would kill her for getting on one. But the thrill of it would be worth the scrutinizing. Or, depending on her mood, her mother might ask for a ride herself. She was weird like that sometimes. And half those times it felt like Emily was more the adult than crazy mommy was.

Seeing the car parked as they headed over made Emily stop for a minute and stare stunned. Her mother would definitely want a ride in that. Best not to let her know. He'd unlock the door for her; her hand gently traced the frame of the car as she got to the door. Careful not to ruffle her cloak, she tucked it around herself and sat down, taking off the hood so her hair would flip back. The scent of flowers entered the air from the shampoo she'd used. And, for a brief second, August would be able to smell a hint of sulfur. Maybe from the demons she was sitting next to...?

Asking her what her address was Emily leaned forward and plugged it in without answering him verbally. The system would explain she lived not even two miles away, though several blocks by foot would have been torture on a girl in heels. Not that Emily was wearing such feminine footwear.

In the rear view mirror, August would indeed see what he was expecting to see. The three demon boys casually leaning against a light poll outside the library by the corner. They hadn't made any move to come closer, all they needed was to see the man's car. And something that expensive could be tracked down rather easily...

 

[KinkyPrawn]

As August got ready to reverse, the sight of the three boys under the street light caught his attention. He just sat for a few seconds, staring them down through the mirror. His hand reached in under his seat and pulled out another pistol. With one hand he released the grip of the pistol and pulled the slide back slightly. With a quick glance he confirmed that the gun was loaded, it's pure Macedonian silver bullets glimmered slightly in the streetlight's beam. He holstered the gun under his seat once again and reversed the car in a sharp right turn, levelling the driver side window with the boys. "You scratch my car and I'll send you down in pieces!" he yelled at them through the open window and drove off with screeching tires.

"I'll be honest, those kids are either really brave or really stupid if they think they can boss anyone around. Clearly their daddy didn't train them very well." He spoke casually to the girl. Despite the air conditioner being on, there was still the sweet smell of flowers in the car coming from the girl. Flowers and...sulphur? The vampire took a few more sniffs before glancing at the girl quickly. "Is that sulphur? What on earth would you be doing with sulphur?" he asked her in a slightly more serous tone. The only people he knew that used sulphur were witches and the like...she did definitely have that 'witchy' air around her. "What are you exactly?"

The car came to a halt at a traffic light and August took the chance to look over at the girl as he awaited an answer. "What's your name?

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

" Something wrong..." the girl asked after a moment of him just sitting there. She figured he'd be in a hurry to leave. He then reached under his chair and pulled out another gun. Emily tensed; her hand reached for the door handle. She was about to say something to him about her "no gun" rule when he then reversed the car so hard she was pushed into her seat. Even it for a moment it was rather jarring.

Screaming out the window her "savior" threatened the boys and she whipped her head around to see whom he was shouting at. She saw the boys standing there and turned around to look backwards through the rear window as they sped off. They didn't seem to follow; that was at least one good thing.

August then jokes about their upbringing which made Emily just smile slightly. She didn't have an answer to that. Aside from knowing their names, she really didn't know that much about them. And she didn't care to. They were nothing more than a supply for her. A supply which she was now itching to taste. She thought about pulling the bag out when he opened his dumb mouth again.

Emily flinched again as he mentioned the sulfur. Reflexively she reached up to smooth down her hair. "It must have rubbed off of Dimitri when he was messing with me," she lied as quickly as she could. It made sense. He was a demon after all. They couldn't hide their odor. August then asked her what exactly she was. Why couldn't he just leave well enough alone?

Sighing she'd look out the window and speak softly. Almost not even loud enough to hear over the roar of his engine. "I'm nothing special. Alright." She really didn't want to share with him her secret. Not when he had a perfectly usable gun in his lap.

The questions kept coming. Sheesh he was nosey. But this question she could answer. Her name was nothing special and it would be a one in a million chance he recognized her last name. No one ever did. It was an old name. Like...really old. "Emily," she shared. "Emily Huene. What's your's Mr. Vampire?"

Suddenly, it got very bright. Like... unnaturally bright. Emily looked behind her shoulder with a confused glance as the incoming car with it's obnoxious bright lights did not appear to be slowing down for the light. "Look out!" the purple haired girl screamed.

But it was too late. The car slammed into them so hard that no mortal would walk away. Emily was thrown from the car -she'd neglected to put a seatbelt on. The girl flew from the crash as black smoke overcame her. Her body turned and she said across the road on one knee like something out of a movie. Behind her, her cloak spread out and became massive black wings as long as his car had been, both spread out from either side of her. Her purple hair had vanished, now long locks of black charcoal hair replaced it. The smell of sulfur was overwhelming.

And if that wasn't the biggest clue to the girl's race then surely the eyes which resembled the boys inside the club would. Pitch black eyes with a gold ring where the iris's were. But there was one other change to this mystery girl and that was the two curved horns that had protruded from her head and curved forward. She looked completely different now. It was strange to even think this was the same person. Even her necklace was gone, leaving no trace it had ever been there to begin with.

The girl stood, her wings extended for a moment and gently swayed with her breathing. Then, she'd retract them and fold them behind her back as she looked at the scene of the wreck before her. A large suv had flipped several times and actually didn't seem to be that damaged. Armor plated apparently. The doors would open and one by one all three demon frat boys walked out. Their cuts turning into black smoke and evaporating, leaving perfect flawless skin behind.

"Dimitri!" the once purple haired girl hissed. "What in Hell's name is wrong with you!"

Emily looked away, turning her attention briefly to the car August had been driving. From her position, she didn't see him. She hoped he'd made it out....

 

[KinkyPrawn]

Her lies were mediocre at best, but he didn't want to press a random girl for questions she didn't want to answer, so in no time at all he dropped the subject. What did interest him a lot was her last name. It sounded extremely familiar, yet he couldn't put his finger on it. "Huene? Sounds familiar...are you by any chance..." his voice was cut off by her screaming and the car lurching forward, before flipping and rolling.

He tumbled around in the car until he was finally thrown through the driver's seat window. He rolled across the floor, while his totalled car came to a halt. When he finally stopped rolling across the street, leaving a bloody stripe as far as he went, a long groan escaped him. His body was a mangled mess. His neck was snapped into an awkward angle, his one leg was broken right in the middle of the upper leg while the other's knee was bent in the opposite direction. His ribs were shattered and his chest was caved in. If he were human, he would have been standing in front of the pearly gates right about now, but sadly he lost that privilege long ago.

His body slowly started to heal. The bones snapped back with sickening crunches and his cuts, gashes and bruises slowly healed back up. In no time at all he was sitting on his hands and knees, trying to regain his breath. He looked behind him, then quickly scrambled for the gun lying beside his wrecked car. Once he got it in his hands, he stood up with another groan...but froze up at the sight before him.

The girl, who looked quite innocent and harmless just a moment ago, stood there in the road with massive black wings, black hair, golden eyes and big horns protruding from her head. The smell of sulphur came off her like it was going out of fashion, only solidifying what she was.

Demon.

The sound of the remarkably fine looking SUV opening caught his attention as he watched the three boys climb out of it, healing up just like he did. Emily shouted at one of the boys, before turning to look at the car...only he wasn't there anymore. He moved with the trademark speed and silence of a vampire around and behind the demon boys' SUV, watching them through the window. He remained hidden from their view, while maintaining a perfect line of sight to see exactly who was friend or foe.

Deciding to play it safe, he quickly and quietly reloaded his Desert Eagle and held it in his right hand while his Beretta was in his left. vampire, demon, werewolf, it didn't matter. Nothing could stand up to the holy arsenal in his hands...

"Oh just wait until Angelo hears about this..." he thought to himself.

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

Dimitri would laugh as he held his hands out in a proud manner. "What? The blood sucker warned me not to scratch his car. So I didn't. I totalled it instead."

The three boys snickered as she looked at the mangled mess of a vehicle that was left. It then burst into flames causing them to shout and whoop with laughter. Emily hissed again, flashing her teeth at them. She didn't have pointed fangs like August might, but her teeth still had a little bite to them. Dashing forward with her intense speed given to her from her wings she was suddenly upon Dimitri and ripped his throat out from his neck.

The teen stumbled back, grabbing at his neck wound. By no means would he die, but it ceased him from talking. The others then pulled out their knives and began rushing her. Emily didn't have time to dodge, their blades going right through her. Literally. They passed through her flesh like she wasn't there. Like some Spector or ghost. Emily jumped back and sank into the floor rather than landing on the gravel. The boys, confused, looked around trying to find her.

Dimitri tried speaking but it came our hoarse and rough, "Idiots! Below you."

Too late. Black pillars shout up from their shadows impailing them. Spikes shot out from the cone and blood sprayed in every direction. The teens stopped moving. The pillars then sank, taking the two with them into the shadows, leaving only Dimitri to lick his wound. Slowly, Emily began to rise back up from the pit of black ooze and red blood.

"Stand there and die, Dimitri. That's the only warning you're going to get."

The kid gave her his middle finger and then turned his body to smoke and flew off into the sky. Emily then fell to her knees and gasped, before vomiting onto the ground.

 

[KinkyPrawn]

August watched the entire spectacle before him, quite surprised. The last time he saw something like that was during the Siege of Jerusalem which attracted some very interesting enemies...enemies that bore a striking resemblance to this girl.

The demon impaled two of the boys in no time at all, slaughtering and pulling them down to the depths below. For some reason she decided to spare the last one. Much to the vampire's disappointment he disappeared into a cloud of smoke and flew off, leaving the demon to fall to the ground and vomit over the road like a junkie on a relapse. August stepped out of his cover, holstering his Beretta but keeping his Desert Eagle's sights on her head. It seemed that it was international demon's day today for the poor vampire.

His eyes were glowing red, his fangs hung over his lower lip and his lips were slightly curled back in a snarl. Him and demons had a sketchy history, and while he didn't recognise her name, he did recognise her surname. "You've got some explaining to do...Huene." he said coldly, not taking his sights off her. He came to a standstill a few metres away from her, keeping a safe distance as well as keeping the smell of sulphur and vomit down wind. "...and I hope you got some way for that poor excuse for a demon to pay for my car. It was a limited one in three-thousand piece." he said a little more angrily, more directed to the boy and his totalled car than to her.

His fangs retracted and his eyes returned to normal, but he maintained his stance and kept his guard up just in case she tried anything or the boy came back for a cheap shot.

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

The vomit tasted awful. Then again, when didn't it. This was the first time she'd ever killed someone. And she found it so easy. Her body just took over, the demon side of her knowing how to protect itself. And that scared her. Hence the freak out and bile now on the road.

When August suddenly appeared, she jumped from the scare. She looked up at him and was about to make some comment about him surviving...when she saw the gun. Pointed at her. Emily's face turned even more white than it already was and her voice got silent. He threatened her, demanding some explanation on her part. And how he was going to get his car fixed...or replaced.

With fear in her eyes she tried speaking but it came out rather weakly, "I can pay you. My family has money."

 

[KinkyPrawn]

The vampire's confusion was plastered across his face as he tried to make sense of her answer. Here stood a vampire holding a hand cannon loaded with holy ammunition and her first instinct is to offer him money for his car. She was clearly not in her element whatsoever...which begged the question as to how old she was or how experienced she was in the field of 'being a demon'. "Money isn't the issue here, I can buy a new one tomorrow if I could. That car is irreplaceable...and rare as hell." he took a second to take a breath and get his priorities straight. At least that isn't his only car.

"The issue here, Emily, is you...or more specifically your name. I've fought your kind before for hundreds of years because somehow my good deeds are just being ignored by everyone. Time and again you came after me and time and again I sent you down to hell in shreds. What are you doing here out of nowhere?" he spoke sternly and angrily. He looked her in the eyes, seeing the fear in her. If there's one thing he learned, it's that eyes never lie, no matter who or what you were. Very slowly he lowered his gun until it was hanging by his side. If she wanted to try something, she would have done it by now. The face she wore was one he had seen many times before: The face of a man killing someone for the first time.

Going even further against his judgment, he holstered the gun under his arm once again and relaxed somewhat.

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

"I'm...I'm sorry. It...it wasn't my fault." she was still very much afraid and even more so to try and move. Everything in her wanted to run, to turn onto her ethereal form and vanish. Yet...seeing that gun posed right at her froze her to the core.

He'd then address the issue of her name. She had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. Clearly he was mistaken about something. Mainly her. She shook her head then explained, "I've never met you before. You say you're hundreds of years old. But I'm not. I don't even know your name!"

Tears began to well up in her eyes. She couldn't stop herself. Her lip started to quiver. Maybe seeing her so vulnerable made him drop his aggressive stance because he lowered and holstered his gun. She sniffled and lowered her head for a moment. An audible sigh escaped her. Her wings seemed to relax as well, falling gently onto the ground; her feathers spread out like a blanket.

"Listen...," she said after picking her head back up. "I don't know you. I promise. You might have met my mother. Or my grandmother. But I'm not like them. I just....I just want to be left alone."

Sirens would start to blare in the distance causing Emily to perk up suddenly. She looked up and around, and then her head snapped to him. What was he going to do? Let her go? Shoot her? Because they couldn't stay here. Especially not with her huge black demon wings being fully exposed to the mortal world.

 

[KinkyPrawn]

He stood patiently and listened to her. He could hear no lie in her voice and judging from her behaviour she didn't know the first thing about her own family. She was a mess, through and through. He actually started to pity her somewhat. Something that caught his interest was the mentioning of her mother and grandmother and that she was not like them. Quite a curious detail and one that he and Angelo would most certainly be talking about the next time he reported in...

The sound of sirens filled the air and he could see the police cars approaching form far away. He turned to look at the seemingly spotless SUV behind them and then looked back to her. "Oh to hell with it." he mumbled to himself. In the blink of an eye he stood behind her and pulled her to her feet. In the next second he was standing with her behind the SUV, opening the boot and dropping down the rear seats to make room for her. In one quick motion he pressed her wings together and picked her up like one would with a dove, and plopped her down in the back, closing the boot.

He jumped into the driver's seat, thanking the stars that the demons were stupid enough to leave their keys in the ignition, and blasted off around a corner as soon as the car started up. He just drove, going on memory of the image his GPS displayed in his Demon. He just kept driving as fast as he could, taking every twist and turn to throw the cops off their tail. They ended up even further away but at least they were alone again. "Augustus Valerius." he said finally, breaking the silence. "My name is Augustus Valerius, though everyone just calls me August. I would expect you to know the name, but seeing as you're still very new to the game I won't be surprised if you didn't." he spoke much more calmly as he drove, his eyes locked onto the road and his mirrors. He gave the occasional look back into the rear-view mirror, just to check up on her.

The drive would take a little longer than planned, but this would give them a little more time for him to figure out some more details of her...and probably her of him

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[EmilyHuene]

To say she was surprised by his sudden movement was an understatement. She couldn't keep up with him. She knew her mother could teleport. Something she had not yet learned herself. But this was different. He was moving that fast. Just like that he was behind her and picking her up. Then she was standing behind the SUV. She stumbled for a second catching her footing and before she'd even gotten her bearings she was being tossed into the back. She shrieked for a moment as her wings curled in on herself and she fell on them. The door slammed shut as she sat up and then he was in the drivers seat.

Turning around she adjusted her wings and awkwardly twisted her wings in the back. "What the literal shit!" she screamed. "Just ask me next time!"

The car would shift into gear and lurch forward causing her to fall back onto her butt. She grunted, pushing her black hair out of her face and away from her horns. She was giving him a very angry glare in the rearview mirror as they drove. She tried to just hold on for dear life. Finally as things started to settle she'd lie back and groan. Her wings curled up around her like her cape had when it was disguised as a cloak.

In the silence, August finally introduced himself. As he suspected, she didn't know his name. Not at all. She just looked up at the ceiling and sighed again. The smell of sulfur pleasing to her nose because it felt like home in a way. But it wasn't just from her, as the seats and everything else in there reeked of demon too. Least she had that going for her. She wondered if he noticed or had been distracted by the escape. Good thing the demons had left their windows rolled down though.

"I'm charmed," she'd reply sarcastically. "So Augustus, is there a reason you're kidnapping me? Because you do know I can just...fall through this floorboard and fly off."

 

[KinkyPrawn]

Since he got in and drove off he shut everything else out. The smells, the noises, her shrieking, yelling and shouting. It was only when he slowed down and calmed somewhat that he noticed the overpowering aroma of sulphur. "This smells like the Queen Anne's Revenge all over again." he grumbled softly. With the press of a button the AC was on full power, blowing the smell either out of the open windows or back to her. It might be comforting to her but it was certainly not having the same effect on him.

He answered her sarcastic tone and angry glare with an annoyed stare of his own. "Well, I told you that I'd be taking you home so I'm planning on keeping my word." he said casually, although he maintained the annoyed glare at her. "And please just call me 'August', I haven't been called 'Augustus' in over five-hundred years. Frankly it's getting a little worn out...not to mention ancient." he perked up as he adjusted his seat to get a little more comfortable. The church also liked to call him 'Augustus' and, no matter how many times he protested, the kept on doing it. An annoying habit they had but one he had to live with.

A few minutes of silence passed as they drove, the streetlights zipping past them as they entered a residential area. "So, what kind of house am I looking for? Spooky castle? Dungeon? Burnt out church with cultists around the yard?" he spoke in a light hearted tone, trying to brighten up the situation...though it was rather short lived. "Who's your mother and grandmother exactly? I don't wanna stop in front of the house and be greeted with a spike through the chest because of a...disagreement that happened a while back." he spoke a little more seriously, with the very feintest hint of nervousness slipping past.


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