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It's raining...

Sofia's sultry voice echoes in her head as she steps outside of her apartment. It's mid-evening, and the Russian has decided that it's time for a drink. The sky is dark, almost as if the gods have spilled oil over the heavens, and the rain comes down in a fine mist. Sofia's hair, straight and down to her shoulders, begins to frizz with the moisture in the air. Her expression remains stoic, though, as she makes her way down the stoop of her apartment building, black boots thudding against the slick concrete beneath her.

Sofia keeps her arms wrapped around her torso, using her black turtleneck sweater to keep her body warm from the cold, moist air. She's dressed in a different pair of skinny cut jeans from the night before, torn on the left knee and right thigh, and has replaced white running shoes with a pair of black boots. She has also applied a light layer of make-up to her face, accenting her smokey eyes with coal lining around her lids and giving her bronze face a smooth, almost flawless complexion.

She walks alone on the streets, not paying much attention to her surroundings. Her mind is focused on buying a drink, and she only knows one place where they make her kind.

Ken was about to tell her that he was already in a bed, and didn't need anything she was going to give to him, but something in her voice... it kept him locked.

"Mabey.." He said. "I don't even know where you are..."

What was he doing? He thought. He already had shelter from the dangers of the city night, why was he leaving? Sex couldn't protect him any better than a locked door of a stranger's house.. He stood up, tossing off the covers.

Damon had had enough. He stood there listening, his eyes down upon the man in a concealed ferocity. He didn't like this one bit. He recognized Raiya's voice on the other end. She too, was a succubus. Poor man had it bad either way he looked at it.

Taking a step forward, the light struck his strong and tall warrior's body...

Out from the bathroom, rose Lexi. Her hair clung dark to her back in little waves, and her dark hazel eyes appeared to yearn for something. Water dripped from her body as she wrapped the towel around her lean lithe frame. She clung to it as a bit of a chill ran through her. Perhaps it was just because she was hollow and soul-less that the wind could torment her now.

As she stepped through the hall and into her bedroom, she saw two things that caught her off guard.

A man nude upon her bed, and the demon who stole her soul through seduction.


Damon snapped his head to the side and saw her, his eyes peircing the night. Lexi shivered, and closed her eyes as he took a long step towards the bed. Gripping the sheets, Damon stripped the bed and left the man without dignity upon its mattress.

"You have sought death stranger." Damon growled, lifting his blade.

But Lexi was going through a whole different break. Her mind thought and thought on him. She knew that she should hate him, she should attack him- but she couldn't. She had nothing to propel her forward in emotion. Instead, her memory connected him with a lusty night- and she could only act upon that.

"Damon?" Her voice let out a tiny whisper, as the towel slid to the floor. Thank god she was in the darker side of the room.

Damon growled at the man, then leapt up from the bed. He approached Lexi, wrapping his warm arms around her nude body and clutched her close as if she were a child. But his blade was pointed to the man.

"Unless death is what you seek, then leave. You are confusing my Poppet, she is not ready for rebirth!" He growled loudly, his deep voice hinting spanish in his accent echoing through the apartment.

Lexi felt her body soften, and she was a marionette in his hands. Why and what gave him power over her? And would she ever withstand?

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Lorenzo smiled, wrapping his arms around her briefly before sliding away and standing before her. His chest was bare, and he wore a set of nice jeans with a stylish belt around his waist. His hair was black, and somewhat kempt- even in its wet state. And his green eyes beloved her, in ways that only a incubus could deceive...

"Come in Tovah, we shall speak. You are so beautiful, more-so than I imagined. Come in, my bella." He smiled, touching her hand with his own and lacing their fingers.

Frank began his night. To lazy to walk out the front door of the hotel, he leaped out of his window and into the street below, thankful for shroud of darkness surrounding him. After somethinking earlier, he decided to arm himself just enough for a regular night, no need to be a walking-killing machine tonight. According to his friend. Bill, earlier, the one place that he most likely find shady characters is located south-east of his current location. Even if he can't find any demons there, he could at least find information.

(This one is @ you, Hiromi )

After five minutes of walking, it began to rain. Frank sighed, he liked the suit he was wearing. Ignoring the rain, Frank continued walking, but just a little faster. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed a lone woman walking the street in the same direction he was walking. Not many normal people would go for a walk on a night like this, Frank himself was not normal, of course. He approached her, and began: "What's girl like you doing out here in a night like this?"

Tovah was startled at the man's confidence. He had taken her hand, and was leading her inside her own apartment. She curiously followed, wondering what he wanted from her; and how fast she could get him to leave. Ever since Ward, Tovah looks at every man twice -- never too sure if she's in for a repeat preformance.

--x--

Elle pinched the bridge of her nose as her blonde hair fell into her face. She had just watched a fellow Succubi trap a man outside of the Coffee House Elle was inside. "Dammit," She breathed with fury. She needed a soul, and fast, she felt weaker by the hour. Elle sipped her coffe a little more, then threw it away. It was well over half full, but she was in no mood for human indulgence, she needed a different kind of satisfaction. She grabbed her purse and left. It was starting to rain outside, and Elle only had a black tank top and leggings with a black scarf on. She crossed the street, her black boots causing ripples in the puddles. Soon she noticed a man[Frank] and a woman[Sofia]. She smiled. Perhaps she could hook one of these ... Elle dabbed at her dramatic eye makeup, and was ready for the pounce. She trailed the man with a reasonable pace ...

Adrienne ends the song and the crowd claps. A frazzled waitress passes by her, and hisses, "Make sure that guy doesn't drink too much of that Vodka. Taj has already lowered my pay because of last week." Adrienne rolls her eyes, and grumbles under her breath," Of course he would Miranda, you encouraged them to fight." She stumbles into the kitchen, grabbing a clean and pressed uniofrom apron that was an atrractive hazel brown.

"Well, Taj might not have such a great sense of humor, but he has a good head about fashion. Too bad he's dating the wrong team." Miranda muttered, lifting bowls of what seemed clam chowder. Adrienne helps her, and they both walk out of the moving doors. Adrienne immediately drops the tray, Miranda yelping and jumping out of the way.

Frank's cross burned. He turned around and saw a sucubus following him. He leaped into the air and landed on the woman, his foot pressed on her neck and his gun pressed against her head. He said coldly: "Before I blow your brain off, I want you to answer some questions. If you cooperate, I promise to send you back to hell in the least painful way." The woman was forced on the ground, Frank kneeled down and stared into her eyes with his foot still one her neck. This one was somewhat weakened, it was unfortunate that she bumped into him out of all people.

Elle's body was thrown to the ground befor she had the chance to process what was really happening. Her blue eyes widened as she saw the gun presssed against her head -- then her eyes filled with tears. "Please," she whispered. "Don't. I need this. You don't understand." Elle let one tear fall, then she decided to try and turn the tables. She felt her powers activate, and she had to trust that her ability of hypnotisym could save her this time, as she spoke softly to the man. "Please ... "

Frank felt her weak attemp to hypnotize him. Thanks to his curse, he was immune to things like that, but it still annoyed him. He slapped her across the face with his gun, and asked again in a voice that threatened to kill her: "Listen, this gun has the ability to take out demons. Unless you answer my questions, you'll be tortured, then killed, understand?" He cocked his gun to show her he means business. Sometimes, you have to fight poison with another poison. Frank felt no mercy towards the sucubus he was stepping on, in fact, he wanted her to suffer as much as possible.

She blinked back tears. If she died like this, she would be a complete failure. But agreeing to aide a Vigilant to save herself wouldn't be viewed as anything better. She cleared her thraot.
"So i can; 1] help you, 2]not help you, get tortured and whatnot? why not kill me now, save me from the embarassment ..." Then her eyes light up. "How about i reveal some other ones ... can that count as an option?"

Lorenzo tugged her hand with both a gentleness and a resounding power. His grip was firm, but light in holding this woman's frail hand. His long smooth fingers created a rich heat as the scathed her skin and he turned away.

Lifting a long olive-toned arm, he shut the door and locked it. Brushing his hands through his wet black hair, his smile widened. Soft eyes seemed to burn with fighting passion and his body language portrayed ease.

"Tovah." He purred, his thick Italian accent translating into a beautifully spoken word. A name, one he would not forgot for now. "What do you know of the legend of Incubi and Succubi? What do you know of Hell?" He asked.

Lorenzo approached her, and slid his hands around her waist, trying to usher her to sit down with an anti-admonishing grip.

"Speak to me of what you know..."

((lol, my char is a poppet. But he soul his soul for power, just so u know^^))

Frank growled: "I'm not killing you...yet. Now, talk." He ended his sentence with a rather commanding aura, he was used to intergorate people because of his job. Assassins do more than just kill.

[Tovah;;]
She opened her mouth in astonishment. How the hell ... does he know? She shook her head slightly, sending her white blonde/black hair flying. Tov wanted this all to go away -- the seductitive man holding her against the cold glass door, her memories, his knowledge. But instead, she opened her eyes and he was still there. Tovah closed her mouth and bit her lip. "What makes you think i know anything? And if you call my little knowledge anything it's not much," She nodded in her defense.

[Elle;;]
She nodded, then squirmed under him to try and sit up. She laughed softly when the stubborn man held her down, just as she suspected he would. "Ok, ok. You're a Vigilant [{yea, she thinks you are one}], so you want to kill me. And i'm a succubi, so i want your soul," She smiled and looked away. "It's a lose-lose situation. But i will let you know of some others. But i only have one request, just a small one--" Elle looked at him with hope. "Can we get out of the rain? You can handcuff me, do whatever if you think i'll run, but it's waay cold out here. just cause i like to eat souls doesnt mean i enjoy this yuck weather." She smiled.

("kay, got it!! )

The woman was confused of Frank's identity, but it doesn't matter. He reached down and grabbed her collar and dragged her into the back of an alley, where the roofs sticking out is protecting them from the rain. He threw her against the wall like a rag doll and point the gun at her throat and said: "Now talk."

ken stood up, putting his hands in the air. The sword was still at his neck, and he wasn't stupid enough to try to run. he tried to keep his gaze off of the woman.. but she drew him closer, almost like the woman on his phone. he felt his wood get stiff.

"Shit, great timing.." He thought sarcasticaly. He spoke to the man.

"Look, I don't mean to be intrusive.. i'll go right now... just let me grab my things." He looked at the girl, who was being carresed by the man.

Lorenzo smiled, pressing his chest against her, and moving her back with an undeniable strength until she was squeezed between him and the door. His flesh gave off a fervent temperature, his skin so smooth and untainted, it would be thought he had just been born. He towered over her almost a half-foot, and his eyes sank into hers.

He was sure she knew of something, for before he had learned of the art of soul-stealing (a skill he had just recently learned before moving to America), he had the normalities of an Incubus. Even now he had these powers. The power to invade dreams when a mortal sleeps. To grip their fantasies and desires, and light them to the highest faction of pleasure.

But Lorenzo did not let his mind linger on his past dealings with Tovah. He wanted to press from her tongue, every word of knowledge, before he marked her for taking. A mark was that of an incubi or succubi that told that a mortal was claimed for their soul.

"Then tell me what little knowledge you know Tovah." He whispered in a sultry tone, his lips parting to let a flaming breath roll over her neck as he arched his head down to her ear.
"I promise I will not hurt you." Lorenzo whispered, kissing her neck, and reclining his view to stare once more into her eyes.

[Elle;]
She flinched as her back hit the wall. "God dammit, man! If this is how you treat your women, you've gotta be single. But anywaaay, ok," She nodded, then laughed. "i tend to ramble when i'm nervous, becuase, i am very nervous with that .. at my neck," Elle looked at the gun. "So you want Succubi? I know of one other in this town. Her name is Ryaia, she's a very good looking Asian woman with quite the body. I saw her seduce a man a little bit ago .. i'd say 10 minutes. It was a muscular guy. Dark hair, strong build. But if you want to save him you;ve gotta move fast, we Girls can get Poppets within the hour. Or half hour, Ryaia is one of the absolte best Succubi. She lives .. " Elle closed her eyes tight, trying to remeber where her felllow hunter lived. Then her eyes flew open as she nodded. "Sento Apartments, either room 13 or 31 ... [{31 is Tov's room}]." Elle stopped talking, she had to stop ramblling before she said too much then what was asked.
[Tovah;]
"Please dont hurt me. I came so close once." She looked away, desperately avoiding his eyes. "I don't know to much im sorry. But i was once a hair's breath away from my sould getting stolen from One, about 6 or 7 months ago. As you can imagine, I havnt quite recovered yet." Her eyes met his, the two pairs of green eyes locked with passion in his, and fear in hers. "My twin brother killed him though. He saved my life. Then his own was taken." She felt hot tears stinging her dark lashes.

Damon clutched Lexi closer, hiding her frail shell from this man's eyes. He was mortal, he had a soul. He was not like them at all. And like previously determined, Lexi was not ready for mortal influence. Damon was planning to teach Lexi basic desire, before he unleashed her for havoc upon the world's surface.

He pulled the sword away, throwing it with enough strength to make it stick perfectly upright within the wall.

"Then leave." He growled powerfully.

Lexi was like a doll in his arm, that one powerful tan arm that wrapped around her waist and hid her from the unknown eyes.
But he was human. Mortal. He had a soul. The look on his face determined it. Lexi's hazel eyes stared out to him albeit that her expression was blank. Her full lips parted as her back arched and she began to feel herself falling, her naked body bending back. Damon was settling her to her feet.

"Stand Alexis." He whispered.

Her feet touched the ground and she steadied herself, staring at the man.
"He is alive." She whispered, her soft voice echoing through the room. It had been the first time she had truly spoken since her soul had been taken.
Lexi's eyes bathed the man, and she took in his every feature. He was not the heathen as was Damon, but he was a man nonetheless.

Darkness gripped her innards, stirring her from a redundant sleep. Memories of Damon compelled her.

Taking a step towards the man, she let the moonlight cast an opalescent glow over the sides of her curves. But the glimpse of her body was brief, before Damon's hand reached out and gripped her waist, ripping her back into the shadows.

"Damnit, go to the bathroom and stay!" Damon roared, shoving her in the general direction of the restroom. Lexi stumbled and hit the floor, writhing and groaning at the pain both in her body and her mind.

Damon snapped his neck and turned for Ken.
"Get your things and get the hell out."

Ken didn't know who this man was, but he didn't like the way he was treating the girl.

"Alright.." He said, looking at the man, warily. He pulled on his pants, then his vest, and stepped into his shoes. He carefult walked to the door, but instead of leaving, he sharply turned, and ripped the sword from the wall, straining his taught muscles. He spun around to face the man, and charged him, checking him with his shoulder. The man hit the floor, and Ken quickly knelt on top of him, pressing the sword against his neck.

"Don't treat women that way." He said, gritting his teeth.