When she had hit him her hand grew cold and dark like life hand been drained from it. But color came back gradually and the numbness faded away slowly. David grabbed the base of her neck and slammed her back against a wall to hold her there, "I don't give a damn about Sam and I couldn't care less what happens to you." His voice was like icicles that pierced the soul, "I will find Gabriel and I will rip those pretty little wings of his." With that he let her go before disappearing down the stairs of the building.
I'm a little twisted, M'dear, but what do you expect? I'm a demon. (PAFP/SemiAdv
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*she clenched her jaw and followed* you will care when I'm not here to save your ass. *she commented, following him while rubbing the red mark on her neck. Her shoulder blades were also sore, but those were the least of her problems. Gabriel was. She kept close to Daniel in case anything popped out at them. She kept checking over her shoulder* I have an apartment in Los Angeles if you want to stay there. You can bring your... pets.... if you want. *she said pets with a hint of disgust. Those things had eaten more of her kind than she could bear to count* and I can deal with Gabriel. He doesn't have the authority from The Prophet to kill me yet.
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"Then you should be set for a safe life of your own." He dismissed her and jumped down from the side of the railing when close enough to the ground. David opened the door to the back of the building and headed down the streets. "i don't need some baby sitter following me around." When walking down the streets the gardens on the sides of buildings instantly wilted with his presence. He touched his face where he got a gash from Ana's slap that had been dripping down the side of his face.
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*she followed* don't call me a babysitter. *she came up beside him and moved his hand. She made him look at her* be still. *she ordered. She took a pocket knife from her pocket and cut her hand, then pressed it to his wound. It healed instantly thanks to her blood. Her hand healed soon after. She then used her jacket sleeve to wipe the extra blood off* there. Good as new. *she said. Her eyes drifted to the man against the building. Her eyes turned blood red as she shoved Daniel behind her, making him hit the outer wall so hard that the air was knocked out of him. * Gabriel. *she hissed. Gabriel smirked* Annabelle, love. *he said, his vessel having a Scottish accent.*
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It's David, not daniel)
Flinching at her touch he was surprised by her power to heal but was surprised by her next sudden action. He gasped when he hit the wall, falling down on one knee as he held his chest. David looked at the man being possessed by the angel. Ironic right? Gold in his eyes burned brightly, his black pupils turning to slits. "You..." David's teeth grew sharp to the point and his voice seemed to be followed up by growls. "What the hell do you want?"
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Shut up. *Anna said to him bitterly* don't talk to him. *Gabriel smiled* oh? Have I missed something? Annabelle... what haven't you told me? *he asked, cruelty curious. She clenched her hands into fists as he continued* your new crush, is he? I may not be able to hurt you.... yet.... but I can hurt him. *he grinned and raised his hand, pain instantly overcoming David. Making him crumple to the ground... such pain never felt before. All the work of a single raised hand. She pulled a dagger from practically nowhere, made of pure silver. She instinctively cut off Gabriel's hand, one graceful move, a slice and a spin, her back to the angel. Then she flipped backwards, landing on her hands, her hands propelling her up onto his shoulders, his head between her knees. Then he was dead. She had twisted her lower body, snapping his neck. * let's go. That was only a vessel. *she pulled David to his feet* we can get your creature things later. Right now I have to get you safe. *they were then teleported to a large penthouse, overlooking the lit city.* make yourself at home. Ill get the shadows. *it was as if she did nothing. As if she hadnt just snapped a guys neck. As if she dint owe herself credit*
(Sorry! Lol)
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Crippled by the strong pain he struggled to grab a hold of something in Ana's penthouse before his legs would give in. Leaning his back against a wall he slid down to the ground as he held his stomach with a wince with short breaths. What the hell was that!?! His breathing gradually calmed down as he drained the life of any plants Anabelle held in her house. David remained sitting there, one hand grabbing his chest and the other on his stomach and his eyes closed.
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Do you want something to eat? I can pick up a chic if you need me to on my way back. *she asked. She stood in front of him, looking over at the tiger lilies she had taken so much care of before she had to leave, now they were completely drained. But it didn't matter. She looked down at him* just tell me your preferred type and I'll get it.
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David shook his head, not uttering a word with his eyes still shut. Not hungry, especially not the organs of a woman nor for any normal food David remained silent. He was trying desperately to get a hold of the situation without exploding something. Kira's dead. Gabriel is after you. And you are being tracked by a demon society employed chick. That's one way to celebrate my release out of prison...
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*she sat down beside him and stayed silent. Then disappeared and came back with his creatures. She hand a bite on her hand, and three scratches on her cheek* they don't like me very much. *she said softly. She sat on a bar stool at the breakfast bar in her kitchen* you can crash in the guest bedroom. The bathroom is connected to it. You can get a shower, and some clothes of yours are in that duffel bag. *she pointed to the bag full of his clothes and whatever else he needed* towels are in the linen closet separating our rooms. And the TV has all channels.
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Opening his eyes he looked at the empty hall way as small shadow creatures slowly approached him. Touching one it looked at him curiously as the others did cautiously. The small unidentifiable was caught in black and white flames, screeches coming from it as it burned to death with David's touch, making the others cower away in shadows and corners. He got up and headed towards the bathroom after grabbing a towel to take a shower as his pets trembled, watching him disappear down the hall.
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*she sighed and looked at the cowering things. She crouched* he's just upset. Just leave him alone for a bit. *she felt her hand and cheek healing slowly. She stood and walked to the fridge. Grabbing a bottled water and plopping down on the couch and flipping on the TV, watching the news on the man where they were once at slaughtered. It stated a murderer was on the loose. She rolled her eyes and turned it off. She went to her room and took a shower on her bathroom. Once she finished, she got out and dried off. Then went back into her room to find her clothes*
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After he finished cleaning up and getting dressed he walked out to the balcony of the penthouse. He over looked the city lights as the sun began to set behind the mountains. David extended his claws of his right hand and dragged the sharp nail down his left arm, allowing blood to leak out. His pets nervously came to the scent of blood, looking at him with their white eyes. Kneeling down he allowed them to feast off a few drops of his blood. After everyone had something he licked the wound, stopping it from bleeding any more. Outside grew colder with the night and David welcomed it.
One creature that was only about three inches long and two inches tall wandered to Anabelle's foot. Still hungry for something it sniffed her ankle and nipped it with it's tiny teeth. It recoiled with Anabelle's flinch or movement in fear of being rebuked.
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*she looked down at it. The little thing had drawn blood. She sighed* really? *she smiled and shook her head, putting on some clothes; black short-shorts and a baggy black T-shirt to match. She braided her hair and dried it, then took the braid out, revealing perfect wavy hair. Then she scooped up the creature and went out to join David on the balcony. She set the thing downat his feet while she stood next to him, the moon bow rising* you okay? Your lungs and your cheek?
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David didn't reply, his gaze set beyond the horizon as acrylics faded to each other in the sky. Diamond dust appeared in faint glints through the pollution over the city. The demon that Ana set at his feet bit his ankle but he didn't react, allowing the runt to drink more. The gold in David's eyes illuminated in the darkness: an unnatural beauty that would paralyze any mortal with a simple look.
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*she looked away* I'm sorry you had to see your sister like that. It isn't fair. *she gripped the railing that separated them from a 13 story fall. Her sapphire eyes started to show flecks of silver in them as it got darker. Her skin was porcelain, a rare skin tone, even rarer, so flawless. Her blonde hair looked golden in the moonlight. She looked to be about 5'2, and probably only weighed 100-120 pounds. Her hair was pulled back to one shoulder, exposing the perfection of her neck; although she had been branded a burn scar of a crescent moon surrounded by a circle. Along with her features, she had complementary hips. They we're slim, but she did have a nice curve to them. And her baggy shirt couldn't hide the curves she held there. She tapped her food on the outdoor flooring* David... *she said softly, about to say something. But she closed her mouth, her soft pink lips sealing what she couldn't dare say. * never mind. *she said simply, then walked back inside, stopping at the doorway* come in when you're ready.Sleep if you can, or if you do. Wake me if you need anything. *she waited a moment to see if he would respond or ask something*
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Oh hell nah, you're not pulling this curious enticing sh*t with me. David looked at her with a slightly challenging look to see what she had to say. With her hospitality changing the subject he narrowed his eyes a bit. Pausing a bit he replied, "Whatever..." He had taken note of her perfect complexion but found no interest for any pleasure at the moment. He just wanted to be cold and left alone.. With the only warmth from the blood of a certain angel flowing down his arm. After Anabelle left he stared at the sky before heading inside to the spare room she offered for him. He flopped on the bed, making a sound of the springs and a new weight creeking the floor boards from the feet of the bed. Sighing he looked at the ceiling in the darkness, feeling comfort with a beast that looked like a dark grey hound curling by his side. He slowly fell to a light sleep
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*she woke him the next morning, a hand on his chest* hey, get up Hollow-head. *she said grumpily. She wore a jogging suit, her chest heaving slightly from her previous run. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail* come on. Geeeet up! *she practically pulled him into a sitting position. She unzipped her jacket to let herself breathe, only a white tank top underneath* get dressed. We have to go out. Things to do. *she left the room and came back in wearing a tan cashmere sweater with a dark brown and tannish scarf. She also had a dark pair of jeggings on and her dark brown suave heeled boots. Her hair was now down and wavy*
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In quick reflexes David grabbed her wrist in a tight grip with the touch of his chest but he eased off after noticing who it was. Sitting up he saw her strip off her jacket with an irritated sigh, "Like what?" He said flatly. He folded his hands as if in prayer but brought them to his face to rub his eyes, trying to find patience for the day as he woke up more. Getting out of the bed he went over to the tote back to fish for fresh cloths as he grumbled to himself under his breath.
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OOC: edited what she's wearing in last post
IC: *she crossed her arms* stuff. *she shot back, a red mark on her wrist* stop being so jumpy. Honestly, it hurts when you throw me around like a rag doll. *she grumbled. She left the room* hurry up, beauty queen!