I'm a little twisted, M'dear, but what do you expect? I'm a demon. (PAFP/SemiAdv

David scoffed, "Are you kidding me? You are trying to protect me? LIsten here princess, You are crazy. You blasted me with some holy voodoo and ruined my hunt and now you're saying that you are on my side?" He stood in her way from her getting away, not done with this delusional talk of hers. "I don't know what drugs you were smoking, but you're not going anywhere..."

David looked at her with wide eyes before throwing his head back in laughter, "Victims?!?!" He held his sides at this ridiculous bullshit, "Who the hell would want to protect me? And of all things I thought you would be supporting angels." David shook his head at the whole thing, "Tell you what, princess. I'll let you go this time because you amuse me," He looked at her with seriousness, "But next time, you better stay out of my way." With that left her with the body of the so called "angel" and walked down the street in a convincing form of a mortal. Protect me, what the heck? How was stopping me from killing that girl PROTECTING me? Bullshit, all of it. Who she could be talking about I wonder.

OOC: Was hanging with a friend, sorry.

IC: David's mind raced with the events that had taken place, but he had a job to do. Heading to a bar, David ordered a beer and watched the provocative performers dancing on the lit stage in the front of the room. He lightly tapped his finger on the counter as if he was waiting for something. Seeing a woman sitting alone at the other end of the bar a sly smile came to him. He got up with his beer in his hand and sat on the stool next to the young, defined woman working his charm, "Mind if I buy you a drink?" The blonde woman with the amazing cheekbones smiled with a small laugh, "Not at all." Gotcha.

David scoffed and looked down at disbelief that her voice was still there, Get out of my head. I don't play well with others if you haven't noticed... The female beside hm looked at him with some question, "Are you alright?"
He looked up at her and smiled a bit, "Yeah, everything's fine. My name's David, how 'bout you, beautiful?" David signaled the bar tender with his hand to order the beverage for his new acquaintance.
"Cocktail." She ordered with a soft smile at the server before looking at David with a longing look of curiosity and flirtation. "My name's Haley."
"Is that so? Quite a gorgeous name..."
Haley blushed and gave a small bashful laugh, "Well the name has it's disadvantages."

A scoff of disbelief and irritation came from David as he looked away from Haley, "I'm sorry love, I have to take care of something..." David placed the payment of Haley's drink on the counter and got up to the back of the bar where he saw Angel, impatience in his eyes, "I told you to stay out of my way. I'm flattered by the #1 fan stunt you're pulling but I don't appreciate being nagged around by some b*tch."

As she walked off the glass bottle in his hand cracked, his eyes burning into an intense gold. ((Captain Jack Sparrow moment: "There will be no living with her after this.")) Tossing the vodka in the trash he walked over to Haley, calming himself with each step, his eyes turning to a normal green by the time he reached Haley. Flashing his charming smile he had another hooking conversation, convincing her to come with him to a hotel room and afterwards to his abandoned house tied and frightened.

David looked down at her as she laid on the wood floor boards at his feet with eye liner-stained cheeks from tears. Her mouth was muffled by a handkerchief as David's pets closed in on the defenseless woman, her muffled screams ringing in David's house, a cold smile playing on his face...

The next evening David saw the news on the missing wife as he drank a glass of dry scotch at the bar, thinking about how terrified the woman looked as she was being eaten alive. So much blood... From such a petite body... How intriguing.

Feeling no remorse for Angel's obvious offended tone he replied, "If you don't like it then don't get involved. But I guess the habit of a stalker is hard to break unless it was their own life in danger..." He took a gulp of his drink. "I'm not taking orders from you, I don't trust any freaks other than me," David said with a slightly slurred accent. Scoffing just a bit he adds, "And don't think you're getting any special treatment, Princess. I hate everyone just because they exist; only you've given me a reason to be pissed at you."

Wut...)

What the hell is she talking about? David thought angrily, having about enough of this chick. She made my hunt get away and now she's talking like someone on acid. David looked at the man with a rebellious look. He scanned the bar around them, noting how loud and conspicuous they were being. Without another word he stood up and left the bar, leaving a bit for the drink, God if you're going to talk about crazy sh*t like that might as well do it somewhere discrete. If the creeps were following David walked over to an alleyway behind a restaurant, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about, and I don't know who the hell either of you, but I'm done with this crap. Get off the drugs and get out," he hissed.

Surprised by the sudden reappearance with one of his hostages David gingerly prevented her from collapsing into him. Seeing her frightened eyes would normally brighten his day, but not this time. Tears practically in Diane's eyes he pinched between her neck and shoulder, making her pass out in his arms, "I don't want this," He spat, "I want answers. If you want me to listen, then fine, I'll listen." His voice was filled with irritation and anger, "Take her back." David demanded, handing the limp mass over to Angel.

David looked like she had grown a second head, "Wait, what is this system you're describing to me? How am I associated with this again?" Screw this, I don't answer to anyone, why is there some freaking organization.