Supernatural: Acolytes of Azazel.

The man dead, his attacker looked again at the wife, whose breathing was faint, but still there. Crouching down, the attacker thrust the knife into her body too, ensuring a lack of witnesses. He then stood up, observing the scene from a normal perspective. To anyone else, it would appear to be the result of a standard robbery gone wrong, and that was fine to him. There was only one more thing needed to complete the illusion. Wandering through a few of the room, he scattered various books, papers and other belongings around. Then, his work done, the attacker headed silently towards the back door of the house, ready to leave.

 

Alexis sighed and looked at Lenny, this was slightly out of her character for her, but she decided to try and move the subject along.
Besides... she was getting fed up of all the screaming, shouting, yelling... however anyone would describe it.
Carson's method of distracting everyone was a bit... well... Alexis felt it just wasn't good enough. No offence to the guy, not that he could tell what she was thinking unless he was a mind reader... which come to think of it, she was unsure of everyone's powers other than Lenny. She'd seen one or two small uses like with the bottle so far, but that was it, and she could do the same anyway.
"So... I've really got to live with these guys?..." she asked, noticing they all seemed to have big tempers.
Scott was still in control of his, but she could tell that he was struggling too and he could probably be just as bad as the others.
She herself never really let herself get too mad, and when she did, she at least didn't tend to show it... excluding the brief moment earlier.
"...Well I guess it can't be helped, it's either that or being hunted and then death.
Although, sharing a room with her," she added looking to Luce as she got up from her chair to stretch, raising her arms overhead. "I wonder if that's also a death sentence." she finished, and lowered her arms but didn't sit back down.
It wasn't like an intentional goad or anything, just a change of subject.
If it got people mad at her though, she didn't care anyway, and it would take some of the heat off of Lenny and off of each of the others.
She wanted to ask 'what was gonna now?' but she decided that would probably come later anyway, and there would be no point in Lenny proceeding until the others cooled their heads.

 

ooc: bump?

 

"Alright, liste-eh?" Lenny looked at Carson and then over at the shattered bottle before sighing. "I'll get it myself, but for now-"
"Save it," Adam snapped as he looked at Lenny. "I'm through talking." He patted his pockets until he felt something and reached inside. "Nobody's getting through to anybody, apparently, so I'm going outside." He pulled out a box of cigarettes as he walked past Luce and Scott. He placed a single cigarette in his mouth and it lit with no flame nearby as he walked outside, slamming the door behind him.
Lenny gave another sigh and looked at everyone. "I'm...really sorry about that, guys, I don't know what to say." He shook his head and then looked at Scott. "Scott, can you take Carson and Alexis and...show them around or something? I have something to talk to Luce about," he motioned for her to follow him as he walked into his office, ignoring the bottle pieces on the ground.

 

Luce's anger faded immediately. She still pulsed resentment as Adam walked by and eagerly followed Lenny into his office. Twice in one day....hmm, something must be up for Lenny to allow two people into his office in one day. "Lenny...I'm....I'm sorry... I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. I just....I hate how he's grilling you about this. I....things might've been different if you had killed him and they might not have. No one knows...." Luce shut her mouth and stood before him with her head bowed like she used to do as a young teenager when Lenny had caught her doing something bad.

 

Lenny shook his head and raised his hand, waving Luce's concerns away. "No more talk of that," he said, smiling as he closed the door. "I want to apologize to you specifically, Luce."

 

Luce frowned. "Me? Why me? I'm just like all the others. My father killed himself and mom was already dead. I fend for myself." Luce's silver eyes lifted from the floor and probed Lenny's face, "How am I any different from the rest?" Her question was loaded with a zillion other questions and all her tension road on that one question.

 

Lenny sighed and stepped towards Luce to give her a close hug. "You're different from the others, Loos," he said, shortening her name. "You're my first Acolyte. More than that, you're like a daughter to me. Which is why I apologize..." he pulled away and looked at her. "You see, I'm old. Old enough that I had it drilled in me that women aren't as strong as men. Every female hunter, especially my mother, can definitely prove that wrong. But that thought still affects me subconsciously. Kinda' like how somebody who was raised by racists will still have racist temptations, no matter how liberal they are." He walked over to his bed and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees. "Whether you're the best hunter out of the others, I don't know. That's a pretty tough thing to figure out. But you are the most trained and the first. But because I'm from other days, I sometimes think of you as less than the Scott or even Mulligan. Which is why I trusted them with the Demon-Killing Knives and not you. That's probably our best weapon against Azazel and I didn't even trust it to my first Acolyte."

 

Luce felt her muscles tense in Lenny's hug and yet she'd trained her mind to relax and slow her frantic heart beat. She watched him as carefully as he had when he'd first brought her in. Her determination to make herself feel guilty for what she'd done and what Azazel had did to her was firm and solid as a rock. Though she'd taught herself not to feel that way, she still punished herself occasionally. The lack of sex was probably the first way she did it. Though her natural human bodily instincts would always crave it, she locked it down. Shaking her head, Luce turned slightly away from Lenny. "It's understandable. Scott and Adam can't protect themselves very well against demons....I can. Since I am the first, I have nothing to worry about when fighting....the others needed help." She wiped her hands on her jeans, Luce hadn't realized how sweaty she could get when she was lacking demon blood, and stuck them into her pockets. "It's not like I need one of those blades....one day...I hope to find the Colt again..." A futile wish of hers but Luce wouldn't give up trying to kill Azazel for ruining her life and making her who she was today.

 

Alexis saw Scott glance at the door.
She sighed and went to it before opening it and closing it behind her.
She found Adam smoking a cigarette, leaning against a wall and walked quietly next to him, leaning against it with her back too and folding her arms.
"I'm not going to tell you that what you're feeling is wrong.
We can't control things like that, and I'm not one to judge.
I'm not good at this whole talking to people thing... but... I felt... that I should come and talk to you.
I don't know if you want company. If you want I can leave you be, that is fine.
I just felt I wanted to get out of there too for a second." she said, not even turning her head once to look at him.

 

Lenny couldn't help but smile at her last statement. "The Colt, eh?" He shook his head and laughed. "You leave that up to me," he said, winking. "But, I do have something to tell you," and now he was serious again, "It seems some archaelogist found an ancient knife. Poor guy thought it was Native American!" He almost laughed again. "Turns out, it's a Demon-Killing Knife. I already sent one of my associates to...obtain it." Lenny then placed a hand on her shoulder, "I want you to have this one, Luce."
Not saying a single word to Alexis, Adam looked at the sky, inhaling the nicotine to the best of his ability. Adam always felt more comfortable with a cigarette in his mouth. It wasn't the nicotine or tobacco that made him less stressed and addicted to it, it was the flame he was inhaling. He felt at home with fire. Or maybe it was the fact that he was killing himself slowly. He hadn't decided yet.
The young Acolyte turned his head to Alexis and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and motioned it to Alexis, offering her one.

 

"Thanks." Alexis said to him, it was one of the first kind gestures she had actually received here from someone who wasn't Lenny..
"But I've never tried before... don't know if I want to start now.
They say the best way to stop is not start.
She didn't say anything for a while after that, they both just stood there quietly as he took some puffs from his cigarette.
Alexis just stared into the distance.

 

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The scent of blood hit his nose before everything else, and he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and placed a hand over that sensory organ. He dragged the ends of his clawed fingertips over the bridge of his nose, breathing in once more and shivering. What was that? There shouldn't be such a strong smell from something like a nosebleed. He looked around, trying to spy anything that could be the reason. Holding out his hands, he wiggled his fingers and began to walk a little faster. He sure looked ******ed, but he was certainly a strange guy. Who cared what people thought? He just followed that smell until he reached a house and stood at the front door. He placed a hand on it and closed his eyes, breathing in once before deciding that this was the place. He figured he wouldn't need to kick the door down if his intuition was right. He twisted the knob and pushed it open, not stepping in yet as it swung open and he saw someone standing there. Everything was absorbed in an instant that felt like a decade, the demon's eyes slowly rising to focus on the figure standing there. "Hey, you!" He called in his voice, suddenly rushing in towards him. "Get over here!" He demanded, making sure to prepare himself to dodge any incoming knife blows from the weapon that the person most certainly had.

 

Luce froze. Lenny was offering her a chance to have her very own Demon-killing Knife. For once in her life, she truely smiled. It was awkward on her but her pale eyes lightened considerably and her smile eased from it's awkward state to her natural smirk. "Thanks Lenny." She tilted her head for a moment, "An associate? You know that I could've gone to get the knife myself. Are you sure something like that is trust-worthy in someone else's hands?" Luce frowned and tapped her chin with a well manicured finger, "Who's bringing it here?"

 

But rather than the expected knife, a larger blade swung at the demon, though he wouldn't have seen where it came from. In the breif moment of confusion, the attacker ran out, though showing no signs of fear. The attacker was human, or at the least appeared to be, though he reacted fast enough that didn't get a good look at his features. The attacker stopped running for a brief moment once out of the way, seemingly waiting for the demon's next move.

 

Seeing Luce smile almost made Lenny cry. He couldn't help but feel like a proud father at that moment. "I, well, uh," he stammered a bit and then answered her question. "Samael. You know that Demon you guys met after facing the Wendigo?" Lenny still avoided explaining the Demon's true nature to the Acolytes. "He should be calling soon. I told 'im to once he gets ahold of it."
Adam choked for a second but quickly regained his breath. He raised an eyebrow at Alexis and shrugged, putting the cigarettes back into his pocket. "Funny," he said as he took the cigarette out, placing it between two fingers. "I think I would actually die without these," he said, placing the cigarette back in and breathing as hard as he could.

 

Alexis shrugged gently, "May have to try at some point...
We'll see I guess.
Just, the time doesn't feel that right for now. I guess there are too many new things to add smoking to the list as well."
She put a hand in her fist and cracked her knuckles, then she swapped and cracked the other hand. Then she moved her neck and it made a satisfying click too.
Feeling more comfortable, she resumed leaning against the wall with her arms folded.

 

Luce's frown let up and her pale eyes darkened, "That Demon.....I see...." She didn't like the idea of getting Lenny's gift from a demon she didn't like. "Alright Lenny....if you say so. I still don't understand why we're trusting this demon... Why's he so important Lenny?" She fixed Lenny with her best icy stare. Keeping the threat out of her eyes she still allowed what small amount of chilidsh innocence she might've had into it.

 

Lenny tapped her on the back and directed her towards the door. "I'll tell you and everyone at the same time. He's an old friend, but his...nature is complicated, all right."
Adam shrugged again and looked down. The ember was almost at the filter and there was a long trail of ash ready to fall. He moved his toes and opened his mouth, both the cigarette butt and the ashes fell where his foot was seconds ago. "I used to think...that I'd quit once I killed Azazel," he said with not a single doubt in his voice that he'd be the one to kill the yellow-eyed Demon, "But now...I need heat and fire. It has to be a part of me." He smiled as he realized something, "I don't even need Demon Blood as long as I'm smoking." He raised his right hand to Alexis and looked at his palm. "I don't know what Lenny told you about Demon Blood, but it makes you stronger, Alicia. Not just that, it gets you addicted and crazy. It's a drug. I don't need it. After smoking one cigarette, I can do this," he said it and a small flame appeared in his hand, not burning him. "Lenny says it's amazing, but I need to smoke first. Then I can do this," he made the fire cover his entire arm up to his elbow. His sleeves nor skin burned, but the fire refused to go past his elbow. "Though one cigarette doesn't let me do much more." Seconds later, the fire flickered and disappeared, leaving his arm smoking. He winced, trying to bring it back, but it couldn't.