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Wearing --- Music ​

---Date: Saturday, October 12nd, 2013 ---Day: 21 |1/4 --- Interaction: N/A --- City: London --- OOC: - - -​

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Cassandra couldn't sleep anymore. She just couldn't. She had barely made it through the night anyhow and everything was keeping her awake. Cassandra got up and looked around the room she was sharing with the other girls and looked at them all for a moment before she pulled one of the sticknotes on one of the sidetables, wrote it out, and stuck it on the door.​

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I am right outside just getting some fresh air. -Cassandra.​

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Cassandra grabbed her bag and sat outside of the room, right next to the door, and ignored her surroundings as she pulled out her phone. She had it charge overnight in case they needed to call somebody or needed internet for something, but she never knew. Hana seemed to know what she was doing at least. Lucky her.​

Cassandra opened up a music application and pressed the speaker and spoke, "I would like a song about London."​

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It took a second after it beeped before a familiar tune popped up and she looked confused, "Isn't this sweet home Alabama?" after a moment she recognized it was not the song, but rather it was Werewolves of London.​

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Cassandra sighed and turned the song down so she could hear it, but wouldn't wake up others. She needed to relax and the music was helping a lot.​

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 21 - 1/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Sam hadn't gotten much sleep last night. His mind had been tearing itself apart trying to figure what to do. Keep his word or defy Chicken Wings and his boss? This was a decision he couldn't make lightly. One would have him fighting for other humans, and the other would have him fight against these guys. He hadn't exactly gotten close to anyone in particular save for Hay Sun and little Red. He had opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. Sam pulled out the black knife that Chicken Wings had given him. He played with it as he rose up from bed. On top of the knife, he had also gotten his sword back. The thing that made him start to second guess himself. What would he do? What could he do?

He stood up and put on the clothes that he had with him. There was something that he had to do, that's for sure: He needed to make a decision. Today is the last day of the deadline that Chicken Wings gave to him, so something had to happen. If he were to keep up his word, that would mean he would have to kill Red and kidnap White. But if he decided to defy them, break his word, then he would end up fighting Chicken Wings and his group, who possibly have more manpower than they do. It's unfortunate, but it looks like the odds are weighing against Red. He would have to, at the very least, talk to her.

Sam walked out of the motel room and headed over to the one Red and the girls were in. There was a girl standing next to the door. She was the one from New York. Umm... I don't think I've actually learned her name... He didn't really pay her much mind though, he didn't even offer a friendly greeting.Just as he was about to knock on the door, Oh wait... She has a name she likes to be called... umm... He tried to remember the name she preferred before knocking on the door. However, after thinking about it and continually drawing blanks, he knocked anyways. "Red. I need to talk to you..." It wouldn't be a good idea to talk to her about this in front of a motel, they would have to find a place a little more abandoned. Things would definitely get interesting.

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 21 ⦙ 1/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Saturday ⦙ October 12, 2013 ❖​

❖LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Cassie & Sam❖​

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There was a rustling and Hana looked up to see Cassandra walking out the door and figured it might be a sign to get up as well. As she was pulling on her jeans, there was a knock at the door. Odd. Hana lifted her head and buttoned her pants. ❝ Red. I need to talk to you... ❞ Always with the Red. She rolled her eyes. Hana pulled a sweater on over her shoulders and fluffed her hair before open the door.

❝ What's up? ❞ She asked him. Hana reached down the front of her sweater and pulled the compass out so that it rested over her clothes. It was blazing. They really needed to get a move on. She would have to find a larger vehicle so that they could leave London. Hana smiled at Samuel and closed the door behind her. She looked down to see Cassandra sitting just outside the door and cocked a brow. ❝ Cassandra, if you want to talk or something later, I'm here. You look like you've been having a struggle with everything. ❞ She pressed her lips together and smiled sadly. ❝ You don't - you don't have to stay, if you don't want. ❞

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Wearing --- Music ​

---Date: Saturday, October 12nd, 2013 ---Day: 21 | 1/4 --- Interaction: Hana --- City: London --- OOC: - - -​

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❝ Cassandra, if you want to talk or something later, I'm here. You look like you've been having a struggle with everything... You don't- you don't have to stay, if you don't want.❞​

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Cassandra chuckled softly to herself at the thought of leaving then spoke, "I am still trying to absorb what is going on... disaster seems to be following me everywhere anyway... I'd rather be near someone who at least knows what is going on..."​

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Cassandra shut off her music and put her phone back into her bag and continued, "I don't know if you are scared or not, but I think it is pretty bad that I am expecting something bad to happen... and I'd have to take an airplane back home if I wanted to go home now..." Cassandra shook in fear at the thought then spoke, "Take me anywhere in the world but knock me out before you take me anywhere near one of those ever again..."​

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 21 ⦙ 2/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Saturday ⦙ October 12, 2013 ❖​

❖LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Cassie & Sam ❖​

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❝ I am still trying to absorb what is going on... disaster seems to be following me everywhere anyway... I'd rather be near someone who at least knows what is going on... ❞

Hana nodded. It was following all of them. She mashed her lips together. ❝ Things are always easier when you have someone that can relate. ❞

Cassandra shut off her music and put her phone back into her bag and continued, ❝ I don't know if you are scared or not, but I think it is pretty bad that I am expecting something bad to happen... and I'd have to take an airplane back home if I wanted to go home now... ❞ Cassandra shook, then spoke, ❝ Take me anywhere in the world but knock me out before you take me anywhere near one of those ever again... ❞

❝ I can definitely say that I'm scared as well. I've just been doing whatever I can to keep from showing it. ❞ Her hand subconsciously moved to the compass and held the warm device firmly between her fingers. A small smile crossed her lips. ❝ And I'll keep that in mind. I'm glad you're here with us Cassandra, even if I am forced to knock you out every time we travel. ❞

Her blue eyes flicked to Samuel and she scowled. ❝ We'll talk some more later, ❞ she told Cassandra. Her hand moved to Samuel's elbow and she directed him away from the room.

❝ So? ❞ She started. Hana stopped by her car and sat down on the hood. She pulled her legs up and crossed her arms over her knees, leaning forward. ❝ What did you want to talk about? ❞

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 21 - 2/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London, England

Red opened the door after a little while. "What's up?" She asked him. Red reached down the front of her sweater and pulled the compass out so that it rested over her clothes. She shot him a smile, though his face was locked into a frown. This was a situation with lives at stake, there was nothing for him to smile about. He needed to make his decision, and he had hoped talking it out might help him. Although... he was worried his bloodlust might cause him to attack her. He had the knife and his sword with him. Something was going to happen, that was for sure.

Before he could say something, Red had started talking to the girl standing next to the door. "Cassandra, if you want to talk or something later, I'm here. You look like you've been having a struggle with everything." She pressed her lips together and smiled sadly. "You don't - you don't have to stay, if you don't want."

"I am still trying to absorb what is going on... disaster seems to be following me everywhere anyway... I'd rather be near someone who at least knows what is going on..."

Red nodded. She mashed her lips together. "Things are always easier when you have someone that can relate."

Cassandra shut off her music and put her phone back into her bag and continued, "I don't know if you are scared or not, but I think it is pretty bad that I am expecting something bad to happen... and I'd have to take an airplane back home if I wanted to go home now..." Cassandra shook, then spoke, "Take me anywhere in the world but knock me out before you take me anywhere near one of those ever again..."

"I can definitely say that I'm scared as well. I've just been doing whatever I can to keep from showing it." Her hand subconsciously moved to the compass and held the device firmly between her fingers. A small smile crossed her lips. Sam clenched his hand into a fist. "And I'll keep that in mind. I'm glad you're here with us Cassandra, even if I am forced to knock you out every time we travel."

Her blue eyes flicked to Sam and she scowled. "We'll talk some more later," she told Cassandra. Her hand moved to Sam's elbow and she directed him away from the room.

"So?" She started. Red stopped by her car and sat down on the hood. She pulled her legs up and crossed her arms over her knees, leaning forward. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Yeah... There are a few things I want to talk about." He kept his hands in his pocket, holding the knife hidden inside tightly. "First, I want to know, just what are- or rather, were we to each other?" He had to have given her the sword in his other pocket. That was the only explanation for how she had it. So he had to know, what the hell were they to each other. He didn't know why, but he wanted to know. There were a lot of things he wanted to know, but that was the first thing that popped into his head.

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 21 ⦙ 2/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Saturday ⦙ October 12, 2013 ❖​

❖LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Sam ❖​

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❝ Yeah... There are a few things I want to talk about. ❞ Samuel started, keeping his hands in his pocket, ❝ First, I want to know, just what are- or rather, were we to each other? ❞

Hana glanced up at him, blue eyes sparkling. Her face flushed slightly. She picked awkwardly at her fingernails and stared down at the parking lot. ❝ We were friends. Just as we were with most everyone else. ❞ Hana had a feeling that wasn't what he was referring to, but what was she supposed to say? They may have, at one point in time centuries ago, been intimate - ish, but it ended just as expected. Abaddon is a violent, angry angel. Every one of the lives he lived that she had seen, ended with him dying horrifically. The only exception was the war when they all lived in Rome. Things had been different then. He had tried to be different. His death had been noble.

Watching Abaddon die had been painful. She had done her best since then, but it usually wasn't good enough. Except for this lifetime. If she hadn't used her powers, he would have been executed a long time ago. Hana bit down on her bottom lip and exhaled deeply. Her eyes flicked up at him then back down to the ground. ❝ Truth: there was time, once, many years ago, where things were different between us. But not since then. Right before you died, you asked me to hold onto your sword. So I kept it safe and then eventually locked it away like all the others. ❞ Hana couldn't seem to make herself face Samuel. She had never thought she would be talking about this. It was the only time she had taken her eyes off Azazel and it had almost ended in a costly manner. She couldn't forgive herself for that.

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[/url]"What is it you are feeling?...is it fear?"

"Yes is it fear..."

"Why do you feel fear?"

"Because the world is ever changing..."

"So because of this you'd let fear cast a hold on you?"

"I would never let that happen..."

"Then I ask again...why do you feel fear?"

"I feel it because it brings forth excitement in the life...it shows that it is truly worth living

"....how amusing....that woman....how pitiful she truly is...let us see how long she believes that grasp on us shall last..."

The morning light shone upon the face of Alistair Grey and with its cue the aristocrat's eyes began to open up. With a yawn Alistair merely scratched the back of his head lazily before he soon stretched his arms and got out of bed. Lazily dragging his body ahead, Alistair head over to the washroom in order to freshen up and wake himself up fully.

He entered the washroom and as he stood before the sink, Alistair looked up at his reflection and stared at it. There was something...different...something not right about it and so he rubbed his eyes and looked back in order to see if his eyes were not deceiving him. He blinked for a while and merely stared silently at the mirror a while until it finally hit him. "Whaaaaaaaaaat the heeeeellllllllllllll?!" Alistair said as he ran his hand through his hair and leaned in closer to the mirror to get a better look.

"My hair....its...red?" Alistair muttered as he just stared on and ran his fingers through his now red hair. He was silent for a good while but soon enough he looked up at the bangs and merely smiled "well....I don't look bad in red..." Alistair said with a smirk as he stripped and head into the shower. After his shower he soon walked out and to no surprise to him his hair was as red as he woke up. Placing on his suit, Alistair walked down and set himself a cup of tea.

 

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----- Day 21 ----- Mood: Relaxed ----- Location: Service House – Master Bedroom -----​

Decimus awoke with a groan. He laid there with his eyes closed for a bit. The night before had been so crazy that he had slept through half of the day.

Mmm… That was wonderful… I’ll have to not do that too much, though. I don’t want it to become boring.

Lucky for him, he had gotten all of his anger and frustration from that kid out of his system. It was also lucky for him that the women would do absolutely anything for him. He seriously would have probably tried to kill someone if it wasn’t for his mistresses.

He sat up against the pillows and winced as soreness erupted from his abdomen.

Maybe I overdid it a little bit…

His hand rubbed his stomach for a minute or two as he tried to wake up. The angel had a little bit of trouble opening his eyelids, they were heavy with sleepiness. His hand had to assist opening his eyes eventually. It also reached for the service buzzer as he felt the hunger in his stomach arising.

Bzzz. Bzzz.

“Yes, Sir?” One of the ladies answered.

“Have the ladies bring up a breakfast for me and the women.”

“Of course,” she said with a cheerful tone. “What would you like?”

“Make it a bacon omelet with cheddar cheese and a little bit of onions with a couple of cinnamon French toast pieces for the main dish, two apple crepes, hash browns, bacon, and a hot chocolate with a shot of vodka for me.”

“And for the ladies?”

“Make it blueberry waffles, eggs with some cheddar cheese, bacon, oranges, peaches and cream, and mimosas.”

“Right away, Sir. Will you be eating in your room or in the mess hall today?”

“Make it in my room.”

“It will be right out.”

“Thanks.”

He released the button and proceeded to the bathroom. A quick shower washed off the night before and he felt refreshed. When he got back to the bedroom he woke up the women so they could get refreshed for breakfast also. They were a little disappointed that he didn’t shower with them, but they didn’t argue over it and did as they were told.

“Make sure to make it a little faster than usual. I have already ordered breakfast and I know that you two don’t want it sitting around for too long.”

They winked at him as they also headed for the bathroom.

“We’ll be right out, honey.” The two said in unison.

The angel plopped down on the bed and waited for the women to get out of the shower and for the food to roll in.

 

Tyson woke up as groggy as usually. It was his day off and he thought that he'd better go out, rather then deal with Temeluchas. He got up and went into the bathroom to splash some water on his face to help wake up. When he was done in the bathroom he went into the kitchen to fix him some breakfast.
In the kitchen he saw Hitch. The cat has been avoiding him for last few days. Ever since he started practicing with his powers. He fixed himself something simple for breakfast, cereal and toast. He left a bowl of milk for Hitch but he wouldn't go near it until Tyson walked away.
After he finished breakfast he took himself a quick shower. He slapped on something to keep him smelling good. He tossed some cloths on and grabbed his keys and went on out.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 21 - 3/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London, England

Red glanced up at him, blue eyes sparkling. Her face flushed slightly. She picked awkwardly at her fingernails and stared down at the parking lot. "We were friends. Just as we were with most everyone else." Friends. Was that really true? Him giving her the sword didn't have any deeper meaning than that? Red bit down on her bottom lip and exhaled deeply. Her eyes flicked up at him then back down to the ground. "Truth: there was a time, once, many years ago, where things were different between us. But not since then. Right before you died, you asked me to hold onto your sword. So I kept it safe and then eventually locked it away like all the others." Red couldn't seem to make herself face Sam. She had never thought she would be talking about this.

He sighed and let his shoulders droop down. "I see..." Sam scratched his head before shoving it back into his pocket. "The reason I ask is... well..." He wasn't exactly certain what to say now. There were things swirling around in his head that he could say, but he wasn't sure which of those things to say. Sam sighed again before speaking. "Okay. When we met up for the first time, you asked me how I got out of prison. Someone else came to me. Someone else with wings. He told me about you and your little white haired friend." He took out the black knife from his pocket and openly displayed it to her. "This guy told me to kill you using this and kidnap your friend in exchange for freeing me. And to be honest, I've been serious about killing you. I've always tried to be a man of my word, doing what I said I would do because that's the only thing I've got to my name."

Sam let out yet another sigh. "Aaah... At least, I've tried. Now I'm not so sure." He looked right at Red, clenching the knife in his hand. "I have no idea what I should do..." His gaze shifted from her to the knife. He needed to decide if he was going to go through with it or not, and yet he couldn't make a clear cut decision. If this had happened earlier, he would've cut her down without a doubt. Unfortunately for him, doubt had taken root in his mind. What should he do?

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 21 ⦙ 3/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Saturday ⦙ October 12, 2013 ❖​

❖LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Sam ❖​

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Samuel sighed and she looked up in time to see his shoulders droop. What was wrong with him? ❝ I see... ❞ He scratched his head before shoving his hand back in his pocket. ❝ The reason I ask is... well... ❞ He seemed to be having a hard time spitting it out and Hana just kind of stared up at Sam blankly. Sam sighed again before speaking. ❝ Okay. When we met up for the first time, you asked me how I got out of prison. Someone else came to me. Someone else with wings. He told me about you and your little white haired friend. ❞ He took out the black knife from his pocket and openly displayed it to her.

An obsidian knife. There was only one place someone could get a weapon like that. She frowned at him, having a good idea where this conversation was about to lead. Someone came to see him. Hana had an inkling as to whom it might have been even. Hay Sun had made mention of Danel. And if it was Danel that helped Sam out of prison, then he definitely owed him for it.

❝ This guy told me to kill you using this and kidnap your friend in exchange for freeing me. And to be honest, I've been serious about killing you. I've always tried to be a man of my word, doing what I said I would do because that's the only thing I've got to my name. ❞ Sam let out yet another sigh. ❝ Aaah... At least, I've tried. Now I'm not so sure. ❞ He looked right at Hana, clenching the knife in his hand. ❝ I have no idea what I should do... ❞ His gaze shifted from her to the knife.

She stayed silent for a few long minutes. She wasn't really sure what to say. He was supposed to kill her and take Joslyn. Her gaze shifted back to the parking lot. It wasn't surprising that they wanted Joslyn. And obviously if she was dead than it would make things easier for them. She was the one recruiting everyone and without her they would probably just give up and go home. That was a depressing thought. She didn't want to force anyone into helping, but what would happen if she died? ❝ Why are you telling me this? ❞ she said without looking up. Her voice was empty and hollow. ❝ If you are only coming clean because of what I just told you, then ... then ... you shouldn't let it get to you so much. We rarely got along before Rome, and afterwards there was a great deal of despise between us Abaddon. You all forget everything for a reason. Sometimes I envy that. I'm punished by living through these countless lives remembering every detail of this eternity and watching as you all live your lives care free and forget who I am cycle after cycle. It's less painful that way. In time you will all forget this even happened. You'll grow up hearing reports occasionally about the strange events that have been taking place lately, but you won't remember ever living through it. ❞

Her heart hurt. Hana's chest constricted and she clutched the compass for stability. Her head lifted and blue eyes met silver. ❝ Did Danel explain to you what is so special about that knife? He didn't, did he? ❞ She almost wanted to laugh. Her eyes were glossy. ❝ If you're telling me all of this, then I think that you've already made your decision. Why else would you come clean? Unless -- hah! That would be funny in a cruel sense. -- you want to come clean, to free your conscience, right before you stab me with that knife. ❞ She cocked her head and waited. ❝ Well? If you're going to try to do it, then you should just get it over with Samuel. How nice of me to return your sword to you in time for this. Do you have it on you? ❞ There was a soft, fond smile that seemed to creep across her face. Hana lowered her legs so that they dangled off the front of the car and rested her palms face down flat on the hood.

She swallowed. Luria was tucked safely behind her back, but she would never tell him that. The idea of dying right now was almost welcoming, almost. Her shoulders were tense and her head raised. She stared him down. He died once because of her. Would she now die because of him?

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 21 - 3/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London, England

Red stayed silent for a few long minutes. Her gaze shifted back to the parking lot. "Why are you telling me this?" she said without looking up. Her voice was empty and hollow. "If you are only coming clean because of what I just told you, then ... then ... you shouldn't let it get to you so much. We rarely got along before Rome, and afterwards there was a great deal of despise between us Abaddon. You all forget everything for a reason. Sometimes I envy that. I'm punished by living through these countless lives remembering every detail of this eternity and watching as you all live your lives care free and forget who I am cycle after cycle. It's less painful that way. In time you will all forget this even happened. You'll grow up hearing reports occasionally about the strange events that have been taking place lately, but you won't remember ever living through it."

She clutched the compass. Her head lifted and blue eyes met silver. "Did Danel explain to you what is so special about that knife? He didn't, did he?" Her eyes were glossy.

"He di-" but before he could get any more than that out, she had already started talking again.

"If you're telling me all of this, then I think that you've already made your decision. Why else would you come clean? Unless -- hah! That would be funny in a cruel sense. -- you want to come clean, to free your conscience, right before you stab me with that knife." She cocked her head and waited. He remained silent. "Well? If you're going to try to do it, then you should just get it over with Samuel. How nice of me to return your sword to you in time for this. Do you have it on you?" There was a soft, fond smile that seemed to creep across her face. Hana lowered her legs so that they dangled off the front of the car and rested her palms face down flat on the hood.

He sighed again. "I... I do..." Sam didn't even bother to pull it out. Something started to well up in him. He took a step forward. "I... I just... I don't..." What the hell was he doing? His body was moving, ever so slowly, towards her. "Just... I'm so conflicted. I don't even know..." That feeling that began to well up became even stronger. It was familiar to him. Very familiar. It was the same urge that he kept getting in prison. The urge to destroy or hurt something. Anything. He tried to keep himself back, not wanting to do something he would regret. Sam just stood there in front of Red holding the knife. An angry grunt left him as he clenched the knife tightly in his hand. "Why? Why do I feel like this?"

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 21 ⦙ 3/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Saturday ⦙ October 12, 2013 ❖​

❖LOCATION ⟡ London [Motel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Sam ❖​

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Samuel sighed again. ❝ I... I do... ❞ He took a step forward. ❝ I... I just... I don't... ❞ Her blue eyes watched him, unwavering. He moved slowly, towards her. ❝ Just... I'm so conflicted. I don't even know... ❞ Sam just stood there in front of Hana, holding the knife. An angry grunt left him as he clenched the knife tightly in his hand. ❝ Why? Why do I feel like this? ❞

Hana stared down at the knife. Samuel looked like he was struggling to fight his very essence. ❝ You are the Angel of Destruction, Samuel. It is in your nature to break things. You can't help it. ❞ She spoke to the knife. Her gaze flicked up to his and she smiled. ❝ That doesn't mean it's a bad thing. Destruction can be used in a positive way. It doesn't have to be bad. ❞ She set her hand lightly on top his hand holding the knife. ❝ You don't have to do it. You don't have to give into that desire to destroy. You can be better than you were before, or you can stab me with this knife. ❞ She let go. Her fingers tingled where the contact left her skin.

She slid father back on the hood of the car, putting a bit more space between the two of them. ❝ What's it going to be Samuel? ❞ She asked softly.

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Lu leaned against the doorway. She scoffed and clutched her stomach. "What the hell is wrong with your hair?" She choked out between fits of laughter. "You look ridiculous. Red is such and ugly color, unless it's liquid and dripping out of someone's body." Her hand covered her mouth and she spun out of the doorway. Her wings fluttered behind her back. Lu glided down the hall and clutched Alistair's heart in her left hand. Her nails dug firmly into it and she stopped, turning back to face him. "You're still in trouble my stupid pet." She ran her nail down the side of the organ. A tear in the muscle formed and blood spilled out of it.

Temeluchas snickered and let the viscous liquid pool into her free hand, slurping it up. It dribbled down her chin and she smiled. How delightful. "Does it hurt, Azrael? I bet the pain is excruciating." She watched as the color began to drain from his face.

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[/url]It was all to sudden. Alistair was merely minding his own business not giving a damn about the world, but then laughter, he heard laughter coming behind and then pain in his chest, something even much more intense then the one before. His steps became wobbly and his hand immediately reached for his chest.

"ohohoh? fashion advice from the great Tempykins? ....Oh my should I be impressed?...I mean...I called you ugly so..your fashion taste doesn't mean shit to me" Alistair said with a weakened grin, before the blood burst out of his mouth. Unable to help it he began to laugh as loud as he could as the blood ran down his mouth and his eyes set towards Tempy "TOOOOO FUN, TOOOOOOO FUN! VERY WELL THEN! LETS SEE WHAT YOU'VE GOT YA PATHETIC LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT" Alistair said covering his hand over his face as he laughed

 

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 21 - 3/4 | DATE: October 12th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Outside Motel in London, England

Red stared down at the knife. "You are the Angel of Destruction, Samuel. It is in your nature to break things. You can't help it." She spoke to the knife. Her gaze flicked up to his and she smiled. " That doesn't mean it's a bad thing. Destruction can be used in a positive way. It doesn't have to be bad." She set her hand lightly on top of his hand holding the knife. " You don't have to do it. You don't have to give into that desire to destroy. You can be better than you were before, or you can stab me with this knife." She let go. Her fingers tingled where the contact left her skin. She slid farther back on the hood of the car, putting a bit more space between the two of them. "What's it going to be Samuel?" She asked softly.

His blood began to boil when she asked him that. "Don't..." He took another step forward. "Don't you dare..." The urge to destroy became that much more powerful and that much more irresistible when she asked him that. "Don't you dare... to ask me that..." Sam looked directly into her eyes, rage burning within them. "Don't you dare... to ask me that... woman..." His vision started to blur a bit.

Destroy.

What?

Eradicate.

No. Stop.

Annihilate.

Shut up. Stop it. No.

Murder!

STOP DAMMIT! He was unaware that the entire time, he was walking up to her and wrapped his hand firmly around her neck. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he began to lift her up. He just held her by the throat, not moving the knife in the slightest. "Why? Just... Why? Why did you have to say that?"

 

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"TOOOOO FUN, TOOOOOOO FUN! VERY WELL THEN! LETS SEE WHAT YOU'VE GOT YA PATHETIC LITTLE PIECE OF ****"

"Are you a masochist Azrael? Do you intentionally piss me off so that you can get off on me hurting you?" Lu seethed. She stepped across the hall and slammed the heel of her shoe down on her chest. "Are you having fun now?" She could feel the heart weakening in her hand. It was growing stiff. She smirked and kicked Alistair in the face. "Do you still enjoy doing as you please?" The blood was barely trickling out of the organ now. Temeluchas licked the tear, but left the fingernail puncture wounds open. Her blue eye was dark and steely.

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A hand wrapped around her throat and Hana lost her ability to breathe. Her hands flew to her throat and she shakily tried to pry him off her. ❝ Why? Just... Why? Why did you have to say that? ❞ Samuel asked her.

❝ Aba ... uhn ... ❞ she choked out. Hana sucked air, but it wouldn't reach her lungs. Her throat constricted. Her face turned pink and tears streaked down her face. Samuel hadn't used the knife yet, but it was still in his hand. Her head was pounding and her vision tunneled. She was feeling light. ❝ Sah... ❞ her body was fighting her will to stay conscious. Hana fumbled at her back, reaching for Luria, but she couldn't grip it. Her hand fell limp. Tears poured out as her head lulled to the side and Hana went limp.

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The students had been freed in the earthquake. No longer being locked in their school and their master gone, they had been free to roam where they pleased. Their minds were blank. The demonic energies filled within them had full control. In a matter of days they had managed to scatter and quickly spread across the lands of England. Those that they crossed stood no chance. Things had been to distracting for people to take note of them, but now they were finding the remains. Half eaten torn apart human remains littered the country. A young boy stepped out in front of Brandon, hungry and looking for new prey Flesh hung from his mouth.

A pair of teenage girls stepped out in the motel parking lot. They giggled and fought over a severed leg. When their black eyes found Sam holding Hana up by the throat, unmoving, they dropped the leg and sneered. "Theeeeere," one of the girls hissed. They all seemed to lunge forward at once.

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