The Girl With The Raven Wings

[EmilyHuene]

"That's like one of those old pirate stories isn't it?" she'd ask about his reference to Black Beard's ship. "Captain Morgan or something like that?"

Emily would sit up, adjusting her wings again behind her. She sat onto her knees and let the cold air blow into her face, but mostly through her hair. It calmed her nerves a little. He'd then correct her about his name to which she rolled her eyes. She thought about making some joke about the months, something like calling him September or November. But he was offering her this ride home so she wasn't about to get thrown out on the street to walk the rest of the way. Not at the expense of some poorly thought out joke.

Instead, she began to chant. It was an old language. Really old. August might even recognize some of the words, but it was one of the first languages ever spoken. That being said, it was still a human language. Not like those of demonic or angelic. As she spoke her spell, she began tracing a line in the air. An Anhk as he'd recognize. The symbol got larger and behind it -covering her- the air began to shimmer and glow. Her wings would fold in and meld into a soft fabric of that from her cloak. Her horns vanished into her hair which began to get shorter and turn purple again. The Anhk then shrank and positioned itself around her neck before ending at a chain and dangling there.

Just like that, the girl he'd seen in the club was back. An illusion spell. And an old one at that. Something witches were known to use, before they were called witches. Before the churches came after them. Why a demon was using witch spells was another mystery all together. Though she still smelled the same. No amount of illusion spell magic could change the way she smelled.

Emily would then move to the front seat next to him, but she didn't climb through the chairs. She went through them. Literally phased through the seat like she had by the knives earlier. Once solid again, when pulled her cloak in front of her and extended her legs as much as she could in front of her.

"I live in an apartment, thank you very much. My family has money, we're not made of money. Oh. And I live alone."

 

[KinkyPrawn]

A smile creeped up on his lips as she got the wrong story entirely. "Blackbeard. Calling him bizarre would be the understatement of the century...although he was a pretty fun drinking partner." he spoke casually. His train of thought was interrupted, however, when he heard a chant come from behind him. It was an ancient language. Although he caught one or two words here and there, it was totally unfamiliar to him, most certainly centuries older than himself.

She traced a shape in the air on front of her, shaping the ankh and allowing it to pass over her. He quickly diverted his gaze as she started glowing and changing back to normal. Before he had time to check up again she was phasing through the seat and sitting next to him. "Been a while since I've seen something like that." he spoke softly, looking her over with a side glance. Although the smell was ever present, she looked completely...normal. Certainly a good cover, given what she is.

He was slightly taken back when she said that she lived alone. "You live alone? Why aren't you staying with your family? Or is it 'kinda a long story'?" he spoke casually, quoting a line he's heard thousands of times before.

As they drove deeper into the residential area they started passing blocks of apartment complexes, prompting August to slow down for her to easily identify her building.

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

Emily would fiddle with the necklace for a moment before saying, " Well can you blame me? People don't exactly take kindly to demons walking around." While she didn't directly call him out for it, she was totally taking a stab at him as he'd held a gun towards her for that very same reason.

He'd then ask her about her living situation which she merely shrugged her shoulders. "Well my family is a long story. But me living in the apartment is a short one. I turned 18 and got my own place. Nothing more to that. My step sister has her own place and I wanted to be just like her. Not living with Mom and Dad because they can be so childish at times."

She'd then stop talking and point at a building coming up on their left. "There's mine. Park up here." He'd pull the SUV into one of the open spots and she reached for the door...but didn't get out. "Do you...want to come in?"

 

[KinkyPrawn]

August just sat calmly behind the wheel, listening to her speak. She talked about him blaming her, which he didn't mean to convey in the slightest, then she talked about her wanting to be like her step sister and getting her own place to get away from her parents. The story brought a smile to his face. If one ignored the fact that she's a demon, it would just sound like a typical story of a teenager's life. Frankly it sounded quite normal.

"Hey I never blamed you for it. I just found it fascinating to hear the language of the witches again after all these years. The fact that you know it and use it as well only adds to the fascination." he paused for a second, glancing over at her before continuing. "All in all...it sounds like a quite normal situation. It's rather amusing actually, hearing that despite being demons, you and your family are also just normal families with normal issues in your own right." he finished with a light chuckle.

She pointed out her building and he pulled the SUV into an open parking space. He shifted into neutral and pulled up the handbrake, sitting back casually. "Well, home sweet home." he perked up, but when she hesitated and invited him in, he turned his head and looked at her. He thought for a few seconds, before looking at the car's clock. He was running late and had to get back to his people. With a kind smile he looked back to her, scrounging in his pocket for a business card that he would normally give to witnesses in his cases. "I really appreciate the offer, but sadly I can't stay. Although, if you need a bounty hunter or a friendly neighbourhood vamp...feel free to give me a call." He spoke politely and kindly.

When she got out and closed the door, he reversed, gave a small goodbye wave and drove into the night. After almost half an hour of driving, he ditched the car in a random parking lot and walked over to the front door of a nearby catholic church. A young preacher was busy locking up when August approached the man. "You're late." the man said in an annoyed manner.

"I got held up...but you're gonna love this." August spoke calmly, placing his hands in his pockets.


Several hours passed when August finally got back to his place. He lived in a penthouse suite with a wonderful view. He closed the door, opened a wooden box on a nearby shelf, took out a car key and placed it on top of the box. He placed his pistol down on the couch, undressed and after a shower and slipping into something more comfortable, sat down on his balcony to overlook the beautiful sun rising over the city that never sleeps. His mind lingered on the girl, her name, her family...and as the sun peaked over the buildings he wondered whether or not he'd meet her again.

He checked his phone. It's screen was cracked all over but somehow it was still working...and of course there were no notifications. He set it down as he played with his ring. He removed it slightly to allow the sun to burn his skin for a few seconds before placing it back and standing up. The pain and feeling of his skin burning away was excruciating, but it was a ritual he'd been doing for centuries by now. Yet no matter how many times he did it, he'd never get used to the pain.

In no time at all he was healed back up and he walked back into his home, although for some reason he felt like he was being watched from the shadows...


@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

"I only know a few things," she corrected him when he said she knew the language of the witches. And that was true. Her mother and grandmother could speak it fluently. She only remembered what she'd bothered to pay attention to while growing up. Her mother wasn't the most...attentive teacher.

She then sighed and picked at her nails. She didn't really like that he'd called them demons. It had such a negative connotation that came with that word. But she didn't bother commenting on it because then they were in her lot and the called was stopped. He declined her offer to come inside and her face pouted slightly. She took the card from him and gave it a quick once over before tossing it into her pocket to forget about it. No offense to him...but she doubted she'd be calling on him any time soon.

Just like that she was alone again. She entered her apartment complex and walked the stairs to the sixth and upper-most floor. Her room was locked with nothing more than a simple key, but protected by all kinds of barriers and walls that would prevent someone would breaking in. She quickly shut the door behind her, tossed her cloak onto her sofa, and then lit three different incense sticks around the home before climbing into bed and collapsing.

By the time the sun had come up she was fast asleep. And as August looked out to find whomever was watching him, he'd see something strange. A single raven was perched on a ledge across the street from his home. It turned its head to look at August, whether by coincidence or not, and the two would stare eye to eye for a moment. Then, without any more decision than a bird needed it flapped its wings and took off out of sight from the vampire.

 

[KinkyPrawn]

August turned to look behind him, staring out past his balcony right at a very strange sight. A lone raven just sat and watched him. It wouldn't be anything strange...except that ravens weren't exactly a common sight in new york, especially in this neighbourhood.

The bird flapped its wings and flew away, leaving August confused and slightly on edge. He walked over to his couch, picked up his pistol and made his way to his room. He still had a target to track down and, demons or not, he had to find that murderer.

He dressed up in a shirt and jeans that were not bloody and torn up, and slipped into his sneakers once again. His leather jacket was practically shredded from the crash, leaving him with only a dull grey hoodie to cover his weapons. With the fresh clothing donned he walled to his freezer and pulled out an IV bag full of blood and sipped on it as he sat on his couch. Breakfast was the most important meal afterall.

With all that done he locked his front door, took an elevator to the private parking lot to get into his second car. He had a long day ahead of him, including the paperwork for his totalled car and fixing up his phone. The monstrous V8 engine roared to life and he turned into the streets, starting the new day...


@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

Ring ring ring.

August's phone would start buzzing not a moment after he pulled out into the street. The number was new to his phone, so it came up with no name. But the voice on the other end of it was surely recognizable, for it was the last girl he'd spoken to. The voice on the other end sniffled, clearly the result of crying. Her voice, shaky and terrified.

"Hel-hello? Is this August? I-I-I I need your help." The girl whimpered and sniffled again. August was sure to ask what was wrong, but she didn't answer that question. "Can you....can you pick me up?" He might ask where she was, or if she was at home, so she continued, "No I'm....hold on. Hold on."

Emily fiddled with her phone and a moment later his phone buzzed with a GPS location. She was nowhere near her apartment. In fact, she seemed to be on the other side of town. "Please...please hurry." And then the line went dead.

The drive would likely take him ten or so minutes, traffic contingent. The address that Emily had sent him was in some warehouse district. Fences and security gates would keep him out, but he could jump the fence if he left the car behind. He'd find the terrified girl hiding out in between two of the buildings. At first he might not even recognize her, for she was simply a ball of feathers. But her wings would spread out some as she peered through the gap and saw that it was him who'd come to rescue her.

Emily had been siting against the wall of the building with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her wings had been coiled around her hiding her from the sun and letting herself cry without anyone watching her. Her eyes were puffy and red; tears had made her cheeks wet and shiny. When she looked at him past her horns she sniffled and her lip quivered. She seemed so scared and upset it would be heart breaking.

 

[KinkyPrawn]

August barely pulled into the street when his phone rang. He picked it up and pressed it against his left ear as he maneuvered through the cars and stopped at a traffic light. "This is August." he said casually, but his tone quickly changed when he heard a very familiar voice crying on the other side. "Emily, is that you? What's going on?" his voice grew more concerned, but she ignored his question and asked to pick her up. "Yeah, sure...where are you? At home?". When she said no and the GPS location on the other side of town came through, he was properly confused. When she gave a final plea and the line went dead, he sprung into action.

When the light turned green, the engine roared and caused a few car alarms to go off. He blasted off the line and wove through the cars and skipped traffic lights all the way as he followed her location.

In less than 10 minutes he was parked outside some abandoned warehouse. An odd place for her to be at for sure. He looked around, making sure no humans were around and jumped over the high wire fence with no effort.

He spotted a ball of black feathers against the side of a building. He approached and hunched over, peering through a small gap in between the wings. "Emily?" he stood up and looked around to make sure no one was watching them. "What are you doing, looking like this?". He parted her wings and stepped in between them right in front of her. "We need to get you out of here...but I can't help if you look like this. I need you to turn back into your human form." he said softly as he placed his hands gently on her shoulders and looked into her golden eyes. He kept motivating and inspiring her, even trying to recite the incantation which only came out as gibberish.

When she was turned back, he scooped her up in his arms and in a second they were over the fence and in front of his car. He opened the passenger door and placed her gently on the seat. He closed the door and in no time at all he was behind the wheel, driving off with screeching tires.

"What are you doing all the way out here?" he asked in a serious tone but quickly brushed the question aside. "Never mind, you can tell me later. I'm taking you back to my place. Then we can talk it through, but right now don't worry...I got you.". He looked over to her and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You're alright."

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

As her friend came to stand beside her she'd look up at him with tear filled eyes. They were red and puffy, and her shining from the way the light hit them. She whimpered, trying to not break down any more which didn't really help at all. He mentioned for her to turn back to her human form and she nodded silently. She agreed with him, but still couldn't find the mentality to speak. Whatever had happened it was too traumatizing to push past.

August would then crouch down beside her and try to calm her down. But it wasn't working. Not until he started trying to do the spell. She gave him this look saying "are you kidding me right now?" and actually managed to sniffle out a little laugh. She'd then finally wipe away the tears and start trying to speak. The words came out so soft and shaky. Even her magic didn't feel right, or look right. The spells symbols as they started to appear in the air were blurry and faded.

After attempting twice to start over Emily just leaned back again into the wall and sighed in exhaustion. Her mental state wasn't calm enough to focus on the spell so the illusion would be garbage. She sniffled and looked up at him again, trying to start crying all over. But a different idea came to her. There was more than one type of illusion spell. The one she had could be classified as a perfect illusion. It blocked all the senses except for her smell but she masked that with plenty of perfumes and soaps. But in this case, all she really needed was a glamour to hide from the humans.

Calming herself one last time she put her hand to her throat and whispered two words in Latin. A shimmer of light fell over her and her feathers from her wings began to fall away like a dream. It didn't do anything for her eyes or her horns, and I'd August looked closer at her he'd see her wings were in fact still there. But it was a start. It must have been good enough to pass because she felt herself being scooped up in his arms all princess style. It was strange to be carried like this; yet, she found it strangely enjoyable. Like it was made for just her.

Emily curled her legs around his arm while her own arms would reach up around his neck to support her front. Her wings dangled behind her and bent just enough to not be a hinderance to him as he jumped. She made sure to coil them even further once his feet actually left the ground. In a flash then were at his car and he was setting her down into the seat. Her wings took a little fidgeting to get around the seat but she made it work. As he would close the door on his side now (another flash of movement from his vampire speed) she would now draw her legs up onto the seat and tug them close to her chest. Like last time, she still hadn't bothered to put her seat belt on.

Before long they were back on a main road and August would ask her how she managed to get on this side of town. She obviously wouldn't jump to answer him, but even still he took it back and told her it could wait and that they were heading back to his place. Then, in a surprising move, he reached over and put his hand on her shoulder then reassured her that she would be alright. It seemed to cheer her up and she'd nod to him with a smile.

But the guilt was too much right now and she had to answer him. She waited in the silence for another few minutes before sighing and then speaking up. "It was Dimitri," she whispered.

 

[KinkyPrawn]

August couldn't figure out why he was so worried or even protective over a girl he barely knew at all, but he cared about her nonetheless. They drove through the streets at a slower pace than on the way to the warehouse to not attract attention. They were a few minutes away from his hotel when she broke the silence. He barely heard her when she spoke, but as soon as she muttered the demon's name he instinctively looked in his mirrors and around the car to make sure the pathetic excuse of a hell spawn wasn't following them. He gave her a quick look before answering. "What did he do to you? Do you know where he is now?" he spoke seriously, but still softly. August had been itching to put a bullet into the boy's head since his car was totalled.

They reached the hotel and August pulled into a parking reserved for him. He pulled the key out of the ignition but didn't get out of the car just yet. He looked back to Emily. She was a mess, clearly traumatized and distraught over what happened. "If he comes after us here, he'll get a nasty surprise. You're safe here, Emily. Now, let's get you cleaned up and in some fresh clothes." He spoke gently as he gave her a smile. He got out of the car and picked her up once again in his arms. The lobbyist at the bottom floor barely batted an eye as August walked past him and entered the elevator. When they reached his room and entered through the door, August set her back on her feet. "Welcome to Casa di August." he spoke casually as he closed the door behind them.

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

Her new protector would ask her what the demon did to her, but she only shook her head. She instinctively drew herself closer to her knees to keep herself from thinking about it. Which did nothing to ease his mind more than likely. In truth, he would find that whatever happened was nothing near as bad as what he probably imagined. He might even laugh at how wrong he was.

The confidence in August's own abilities gave her a smile again, but perhaps not as big as when she'd been happy the night before. Emily still looked incredibly sad, all things considered. He'd come around to pick her up as she was trying to her out of the car and she shrieked with a giggle from the sudden lift. It felt so weird being carried like a little child but at the same time or just felt so right. She'd cling to him again as they walked into the lobby and she curled her head away from the receptionist. He wouldn't see anything other than a girl with black hair, but she didn't like taking chances.

She wondered how long he was going to carry her as they rode the elevator; apparently the whole time. Deciding to make the most of it she curled into him more and let herself sigh. She felt safe in his arms. And right now she needed that. The lift would open to his floor but she didn't pull away until they walked into his place and he set her back down on her feet. She gave him a smile, whispered a quiet 'thank you' and then turned to view his place.

 

[KinkyPrawn]

Judging from her reaction, she definitely enjoyed being carried around like that. He moved past her and placed his key on top of the wooden box once again and stood in the centre of the living area and looked back to her. The smell of sulphur filled the entirety of his apartment and would most likely stay there for a while, but at the moment he didn't mind. Clearly there were more pressing matters to worry about.

"Apart from IV bags in the freezer I got some bacon and eggs in the fridge...I can fix something up for you if you want to freshen up." he said as he gestured to the bathroom door down the short hall to his right. "I just don't have any clothing that will...fit you, sadly." he said with a chuckle. He took his pistol and placed it down on the kitchen's counter top along with his hoodie. "Otherwise you can make yourself at home...now mind telling me what you were doing in the middle of an industrial area in broad daylight? Because you don't look like you were going for a job interview.". He tried to brighten up the mood with the bad joke, but he still wanted to know what she was up to that would cause her to turn in broad daylight in an area that could show her to potentially dozens of humans.


@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

Her eyes would wander around his apartment getting a lay of the land. It was a nice place; larger than hers for sure. She was excited to see more of it. He would offer her some food in the fridge, going so far as to even offering to cook them for her. As he pointed to the bathroom she would start to smile; the concept of food was rather appealing at this moment. She hadn't eaten since being rudely awakened this morning.

But as she was about to start walking further into the place he added that he didn't have any clothing for her. She looked down at her own clothes and realized that the shirt was torn to shreds and the pants weren't that much better off. Though, from a certain point of view, they looked rather trendy if not for the stains of red on the edges. She had no idea how much of a walking corpse she looked like right then. No wonder why August was in such a hurry to get her out of sight.

She thought for a moment about just dealing with it, but she really didn't want to put dirty clothes back on after showering. And her illusion spell would only work in theory. Without actually wearing something underneath she'd still be naked (though it would appear otherwise to other people). So as much as she wanted to shower, she decided it was best not to. She didn't want August trying to rip holes in the back of his shirts either to make room for her wings.

Emily stepped out of the foyer and made her way to the couch where she'd sit in the middle and stretch her wings out on either side of her. August would see a shimmer of the light move as her wings spread across the canvas. Her glimmer was already starting to fade; she'd have another five minutes at the most before it was gone completely and he'd be able to see her hidden wings without looking through the illusion.

And then it was time to spill the beans. Emily crouched forward and held her hands in her lap. She instantly started picking at her nails which also seemed to have some blood stained on them. Wow, she really was a wreck. "They came for me. I was asleep. In my own bed. I woke up to the sound of my front down being broken down. I sat up..."

She shook her head and took a shaky breath. She could feel the tears starting to come back. "I sat up and my heart was pounding. I didn't know what was happening only that I heard things being broken. And then my door was next and it exploded like they'd used a bomb or something. Next thing I know a pack of ravager demons were rushing me. I screamed as they pulled me out of my bed/"

Tears fell into her hands which were shaking more than ever now. Her voice got quiet and August could literally hear the crying in her voice. "They clawed at me and pulled me out of my bed. I managed to ghost away but some of them flew after me. I was faster. And I escaped. And when I knew I was safe I...When I knew I was safe I compelled some punk kid walking around to give me his phone. And I called you. I..."

Emily cracked up and couldn't finish the story. She balled herself up as she leaned into her legs and began crying hysterically.

 

[KinkyPrawn]

August couldn't help but take pity on the poor girl as she spoke. Waking up to an ambush or sudden attack was nothing new to him, over 2000 of warfare had made him hard and taught him to expect the unexpected...but this girl didn't have that experience. She was inexperienced...innocent even. Seeing her in such a traumatized state tugged at his heartstrings. He walked over and took a seat next to the crying girl and looked her over. Her clothes were bloody and she looked like she just got out of a warzone.

He lifted his left arm and put it around her, pulling her against his chest and giving her a gentle hug...big mistake. With her pressed gently against his chest the back of her neck was just below his nose. He tensed up as he could hear her heartbeat and smell her blood. There was something strange about it...something intoxicating. He had to get away from the smell before he did something he might regret.

He released her and cleared his throat as he stood up and turned to her, anxious to get away from the scent. "I...got a t-shirt and shorts somewhere that we can modify to fit around your wings. No way can you stay in those rags. You go jump in the bath while I fix something up for you. There's a towel in the bathroom. " he spoke casually, trying to mask the urge to feed off her. Never in his life had he experienced something like that before.

He dug up an old t-shirt and shorts to accomidate her wings and put it down in the bathroom before digging around in his fridge and started cooking up something for her.

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

Emily had never been held by a vampire, much less be that close in proximity to one. She was getting more and more used to the cold sensation of their bodies and they way seemed to just appear right next to her. He would bring her in close for a hug and she put up no fight in doing so; her body seemed to just go through the motions and was more than willing to curl up into his embrace. She had to be careful with her horns though that poked out past her forehead else she ran the risk of chipping them on his torso. Anyone else she was the one likely to hurt them.

But then the strangest thing happened. Just as she was starting to relax some he pulled away and moved away from the couch. Did she do something wrong...? Had she accidentally scratched him with her horns after all? Or, did he smell the scent of a demon and now was disgusted by her. That last one was the most likely and that's where her head went. And it made her feel that much worse about her situation. If only she hadn't been born a demon, none of this would be happening.

He would then mention the shower again and that solidified her fear. So he was disgusted by her. The sulfur would make anyone nauseous. He just didn't have to be so dickish about it. She was still sobbing for crying out loud. Well the message was read loud and clear. Emily stood and without saying anything headed to the bathroom and shut the door. He could still hear her crying on the other end of it, and even more so when the water was on and she thought he couldn't hear her.

Emily scrubbed her skin to the point of it being raw. She didn't know how many times she covered herself with his shampoo but it never felt like enough. She could still smell the sulfur. Her hair even just refused to get rid of the scent and she was tempted right then and there to find a pair of scissors and just cut it all off so he wouldn't be burdened by it. At some point in the shower it became too much and she sat down, curling her wings around her. How on Earth was she supposed to get the demonic smell out from her wings too?

In the end it was a hopeless battle and she had to give up. She'd no idea how much time she spent in there already but surely August would be worried about her. Then again, maybe not. He'd brought a demon into his home. She was sure he was more than happy to have her out of his sights for just a little longer. But she couldn't stay in there forever and she'd eventually get out and dry herself off. The act in and of itself took four different towels to complete: one for her hair, another for her body, and one each for the wings.

When she took the clothes he'd left her she examined them with a somber face. He didn't need to destroy his clothes. She could have tried again to do her spell. With a sigh she got dressed and awkwardly worked her wings through the hole. Finally she came back out to the living room, but she didn't return to the couch. With her wings practically drooping behind her she stood by the bathroom door as if waiting for permission on where she should go next.

 

[KinkyPrawn]

As Emily moved to the shower, August couldn't help but noticed that she looked even more down than before. He couldn't see how, though. It's not like he insulted her or anything. He inly grew more confused when he heard her cry further in the bathroom and right through the shower. This was a different cry, not like the terrified and traumatized cry she had before...this was more personal.

He brushed it aside as he started cooking the breakfast for her, throwing a bit of blood into a wine glass for him to sip on as he cooked. For some reason the blood tasted off...bordering on totally mediocre. He couldn't understand why, but almost immediately his mind lingered on the scent of her blood, the sound of her pulse, causing his eyes to glow red instead of its usual brown. The smell of the bacon almost burning snapped him out of the trance at least and he saved it just in time. The toast popped out, the eggs were ready and the bacon was perfect. He scooped it all up and put it in a plate on the counter, along with a fork and knife for her. To top it off he poured some orange juice in a glass for her. Were he still human this meal would make his mouth water all day long.

Emily emerged from the bathroom, but just stood still in the hallway, confusing him once again. Despite being squeaky clean, she still looked off. Her wings were drooped, her skin almost raw and the smell of shampoo was even more powerful then the smell of sulphur. He decided to lift her spirits as he took a sip of the blood in his glass. "Can't explain how, but somehow the smell of shampoo and sulphur is...interesting." he said with a chuckle, but it didn't look like it did much. He looked at his shirt and shorts on her. The shirt was paratactically big enough to be used as a dress for her, almost entirely covering up his short that also seemed to drown her small stature as well. It was quite an amusing sight indeed for him. "Next time I'm shopping for clothes I'll get something smaller in case you drop by again...at least you look good in Metallica." he said with a smile gesturing to the big Metallica logo on the front of the shirt.

He motioned for her to dig in before her food got cold and sat down on a stool behind the counter right across from her. "If you don't mind me asking...what exactly was it that you bought that night in the club before the whole crashing fiasco?"

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

And once again he drew attention to the very thing she hated about herself. She gave him a hum in response to his attempt to humor the situation. He then added in that he looked good in her shirt. She looked at it again, taking note of the band. In a simple yet dismissive way she replied, "I prefer Van Halen."

Emily walked to the table with her head still held kinda low. He placed the food in front of her and she looked at it with hungry eyes. Placing her hands together in prayer she said something in Japanese, thanking the gods for the meal. Another strange mystery of this girl. She would then start picking at her eggs and cutting away the yolk from the white edge and dipping her bacon in the golden deliciousness.

When he asked her what she'd bought the other night she looked up only for a moment before turning back to her food. " Cocaine," she'd say matter of factly. "It's the only thing that even remotely calms me down."

Taking another bite of her food she finished chewing and then continued explaining. "My family aren't like normal demons. There's...something in our blood. We can heal. Like...really fast. So, drugs don't work on me. I can't get drunk, cigarettes are too weak. I've had to move onto stronger stuff to even get that high, you know?"

 

[KinkyPrawn]

He was taken back by her actually knowing some of the bands, already taking more of a liking to her. He sat and sipped at his glass as he listened to her speak. She had the same problem as him. The main reason he had never tried drugs whatsoever is that it had no effect on him. What little effect there was faded within a few minutes. The only thing that gave him some sort of a high was when he fed too much at a time...

His own thoughts carried him away and once again his eyes locked onto her neck. "You know, I could-nope!" he regained his composure and looked to the side to try and think of something to change the subject, but he had already said too much. She was bound to ask about what he wanted to say. He looked back at the food on her plate then back to her. "I hope the bacon is fine. It's a bit of a trick at times to get it just right." he spoke quickly to change the subject before she could inquire about what he wanted to say.

@EmilyHuene

 

[EmilyHuene]

Whatever this idea was he'd thought of he clearly didn't want to say out loud. She looked back up at him as he quickly changed the subject. He'd then comment about the bacon and she'd shake her head. "No no. You started it. You finish it. That's the rule. What were you going to say?"

 

[KinkyPrawn]

He looked her in the eye as he started getting nervous. With a sigh he spoke up. "You...your blood. It's intoxicating. I've only smelled that scent a few times in my life and that was all many centuries ago." he explained as his eyes moved down to her small, delicious looking neck.

He wanted to explain further, but his instinct was taking over. He was losing composure and he was powerless to stop it. His eyes turned blood red and his fangs grew as he muttered two words with a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry"

In the blink of an eye he stood behind her, his right arm wrapping around her stomach and his left arching her head to the left, exposing her neck. with a snarl he sunk his fangs into her soft neck as he pulled her off her seat and held her tight against him, drinking greedily. It was like nothing he had ever tasted before. It was blinding, intoxicating and he wanted more. In this moment his true form was shown.

His clothes disappeared into pale white skin, while his size grew almost enough to hit his head against the ceiling, lifting her up off the ground. Two massive bat wings wrapped over his chest unfurled into an easy 6 metre wingspan. His pupils turned into slits while his hands grew bigger as well. His nails turned black and grew about 3 inches in length, almost stabbing into her. Every tooth in his mouth turned into razor sharp fangs as his jaw grew larger as well. He released her neck for a second then bit down again, covering about half her neck as he drank greedily. As she struggled in his arms, about 3 feet off the ground, he gripped her tighter and drained her of every drop of the sweet, intoxicating blood in her body.

When she was dry, he dropped her body to the floor as he let out a blood curdling screech with black blood running down his chin. He felt invigorated, as well as feeling like he was on cloud nine, never having felt this good in his life. He had gone almost completely feral as he looked down at the body on the ground, angry that the simple girl was empty. His consciousness quickly returned as his eyes went wide.

He killed her.

"Oh no, Emily?" he spoke, his voice was deeper and rougher, but the emotion was still there. His wings curled back and folded behind his back as he bent down and picked the small girl up and laid her down on his couch. He felt overwhelmed with guilt as he knelt beside her with wide eyes.

He sat like that for who knows how long, completely forgetting to turn back into his human form as he tried to comprehend what he had done.