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Alethea Woodward

"I don't quite understand any of this...But I think everything will be okay. It always is, right?"

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a character in “Safe”, as played by Lorawr

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One thing that binds us all together, is the Earth. We all came from it, and in the end, we'll go back to it

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Sometimes, it's important to just sit back, and enjoy the sound of the trees growing, the grass whispering, and the feel of the world around you. Sometimes you just have to stop the rush




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Full Name: Alethea Sophia Woodward

Age: Eighteen

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Race: Earth Blooded




I'm really not as much of an air head as I sound. Really.




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Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120lbs
Physical Description: At 5'5, Alethea is averagely tall, and she has a slim, but curvy feminine figure that she will rarely put on show. Her hair is an irresistibly bright red, and tumbles free and natural down her back in a cascade of crimson. Her green eyes are reminiscent of shady forests, full of honesty, warmth, and a glint of teasing playfulness. Her skin is pale, but warm and flawless and soft, except for a single scar in the crook of her neck from an awkward fall as a child. It is little more than a silvery line, but it is more sensitive to touch than any other part of her body, and she shyly prefers to keep it covered, and not tell anyone.





Likes
Singing || Being outside || Yoga || Kittens || Lavender || Freedom || Tea || Swimming || Strawberries

Dislikes
Closed minded people || Being challenged || Fire || Lies || Fizzy drinks || Being confined || Bars


Personality
Put briefly, Alethea is a complete free spirit. She is a wild and unbroken young woman who hates to feel confined and pressured. Despite that, Althea is a calm and quiet individual, with an aura of complete tranquility that puts even the most disturbed people to rest. She is soft and gentle, kind and, for the most part, nonjudgmental. Her anger is slow to build, but she does forgive easily in the face of true repentance. However, she will mete out her punishment without remorse if that is what she thinks is right. She is incredibly loving, and looks at those around her as if all are equal to her. But, Alethea is still human, and like any human, she loves music and dancing, and she loves to laugh. She loves to feel loved and cared for, but will meet that love with the unhindered love of her own. Alethea gravitates naturally to those similar to herself.



ImageElement: Earth
Powers: Healing - Currently has the ability to mend small cuts and bruises, however when trained could gain the ability to mend and fix major injuries, and even restart the heart.
Empathic Perception - Currently has the simple ability to guess other peoples emotions accurately, though with training may gain the ability to read and experience other peoples emotions, and to a small extent manipulate them
Animal Communication - Currently little more than guesswork, however with training will be able to communicate effectively with animal
Earth Shifting - Currently impossible, but with training will be able to cause offensive trembles of the earth, culminating in a quake. Alethea can also move earth and displace it.
Power Cost(s): The cost of Alethea's power comes from the lifeforce of living beings, whether that be herself, local plant or wild life, or other humans. By taking that lifeforce, Alethea weakens the individual, and is able to weaken them to the point of death. Each living organism has it's own amount of lifeforce - for example a human will possess more than a small flower.
Weakness(es): By taking the lifeforce of other creatures, Alethea takes that force into herself, and then expels it. This creates feelings of nausea, dizziness, breathlessness, and headaches, which dramatically weaken Alethea physically. She can only continue to use her powers as long as she can withstand these tolls, and there are sources of life around her for her to use.



ImageHistory/Bio: Alethea was born in the middle of a field, during a storm, when her mother was just seventeen years old. She never met her mother, who had left home after her disgusted parents shunned her at her teenage pregnancy. Having given birth to baby Alethea, her anonymous mother took her to a nearby farm, where she died three days after.

Mr and Mrs Woodward had been trying to conceive for an innumerable amount of years, but had been unsuccessful. They were both getting on in their time, and it seemed that their hopes of a child were waning, and that was when a young girl arrived at their doorstep, with a bloody bundle of rags clutched protectively to her chest. Mr and Mrs Woodward took in both children, and for three days, sat by the side of the lonely young woman, until she finally passed away, quietly in the dead of night. This posed a problem to the Woodwards, who were now left with a child on their hands, but it wasn’t a difficult decision to make. Thanking the good God for blessing them with the child they were incapable of conceiving, Mr and Mrs Woodward took in the child, who had been named Alethea by her late mother. They raised Alethea as their own.

Alethea grew up on the dirt and soil of her adopted parents’ farm. If she had been elsewhere, she may have been a lonely child, but from her youngest days, Alethea found companionship in the animal’s on the farm. It wasn’t a large farm – there were just some goats, some chickens and sheep, a couple of cows and some chickens, and a horse, as well as a few acres of land for crops – but Alethea loved each animal as she would have loved a true friend. Mr and Mrs Woodward doted upon her, and although she certainly wasn’t spoiled, Alethea was never unhappy.

Like all children, Alethea attended school. Her day started by feeding the chickens and having breakfast, before being driven their by her loving daddy. She made friends, and for all intents and purposes, lived a happy life. Not once did she hear from her biological father, and it wasn’t until she was thirteen that she was told about her true mother.

Among the usual gifts and treats that befit a child’s birthday, Alethea was given one single extra gift. It was a simple silver necklace, and it was then that Mr and Mrs Woodward explained to Alethea about her mother. Heartbroken and sickened, Alethea felt as though her entire world had been fractured, and she did the first thing that she thought of. Alethea ran. She stayed for three days in the nearby forest before shakily returning hope. After that single episode, Alethea changed. She was calmer, quieter, and more reserved. But she dutifully grew up on the farm, received her education, and in time, she forgave her parents for the lie.

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So begins...

Alethea Woodward's Story

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Alethea slept soundly in the bed she had been given the night before. Enveloped in the comfortingly warm sheets, Alethea was ignorant to the conversation going on downstairs, and unaware of the brisk chill outside. As she slept, Alethea was almost completely still, except for the occasional shift when the blankets entangled her ankles. In sleep, her face was nearly angelic. Her red hair fanned out around her head like a wreath or a crown, and her face was void of cares or pains. She looked completely at ease. Her pale skin looked like ivory, so fragile that anything so simple as a smile would crack her flawless skin.

The creak of a floorboard made her shift, rolling onto her side and burying her face in the multitude of pillows that supported her head. As she moved, the blanket that was covering her slipped from the beautiful, solid oak double bed to land with a soft rustle on the rug. Dressed in red silk pajamas, and asleep in the most comfortable bed she had ever had the pleasure of resting on before, Alethea was unconscious in a whole world of luxury that she had never experienced before.

A sudden chill on the bare skin of her ankle made Alethea shift again, and as she did, she awoke. With no recollection of the previous night, Alethea mumbled incoherently into the pillow before raising a hand and rubbing her bleary eyes. She groaned gently in habitual denial of the morning's chores, but when the sound wasn't replied to with a sharp reminder of her duties by her mother, Alethea paused. With her head still buried in the multitude of pillows, memories of the night before sluggishly came to her.

She remembered working on the farm, the previous afternoon. And then a man had come to her, and bewildered by his silvered words, Alethea had joined him in his car. Not once did she remember questioning the strangers identity, or intentions, nor did she remember his name. They had driven, and although Alethea knew she asked many questions of him, she also knew in retrospect that he had circled around, confusing and confounding her until she became convinced that he had answered them, when now she knew that it was nothing more than riddles. And then they had pulled up outside an old manor house, and Alethea had gone in with him. By then it was darkness, and in the luxurious mansion, Alethea remembered catching glimpses of other people in states of confusion just like herself. And then, somehow, she had gotten into bed and slept.

With a start, Alethea sat up sharply and looked around in momentary panic. Where was she? Hesitantly she called out, her mind still foggy and sleepy.

"Hello?"

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Image Shark had woken up straight from a bad dream, I wouldn't call it a nightmare, it was more just a bad dream, something not enough to make it even a dream, it had woken him up, by tossing him onto the floor with a loud hard thud. The front of him was smash into the floor as he made a loud groan. "Shit..not again." Slowly sitting up and turning to sit down on his ass, he leaned his back against the bed, rubbing his face from the hurt that it came from after falling off the bed.

For some reason in the process of hitting the floor and waking up, he had no memory of going to bed or what had happened. And from the looks of the room. He didn't want to remember or even try. He pushed that thought out of his head fast. "Nope, I could careless. The less I know the better." He looked at his hands and sighed. "But if who ever took me is here for my powers, good luck with that."

Shark didn't know much about his powers, he only knew what he had learned in the past of his powers. The only thing he knew hot to do willingly was control or create water. His others powers came without him knowing how or why, he couldn't control that. With a glare he got up to his feet and crawled back into his unknown bed, forcing himself to get back to sleep. There was no way he wanted to stay up and what is about to happen next, the more sleep he got the better. If he got more sleep he had better control of himself. The more he tried to sleep, the more he stayed awake, it was hopeless. So he just decided to lay there until someone came looking for him, but even that got boring for him.

Getting up frustrated he looked around. The room was plain and boring, he couldn't stay here with nothing to do, so he got up and headed for the door, but when he got there it was locked. "The Hell? Really?! Not like I am going to run away!" He shouted loudly and growled kicking the door hard. "Assholes. Can I at least get something to eat in here! Seriously! I am not immortal you know! I do eat!" With a groan he rubbed his face and walked around getting irritated and impatient. He never did like being locked up, running away wasn't something Shark ever did, he didn't find it useful to run away from anything, it was pointless to him, just like being locked up for no reason.

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Jade-green eyes flung open in alarm.

Amidst her heavy breathing and the blood rushing in her ears, Layla was very much aware that this was not home. Home was her apartment - where cinnamon seemed to just seep from other known surface, where tea was already slowly being made, where warmth radiated from every seating location, and where she just felt right. Something did not feel right here.

The bedroom, though surprisingly comfortable, only had Layla clutching the sheets closer to herself as if the warmth from them would somehow console her. However, it only took a second for her to realize that they weren't her sheets and she was flinging them off of her body. Breathing finally calmer and her eyes no longer fearful, Layla was swept by mistrust, anger, and suspicion. There was a crackle in the air around her and white-hot warmth shot up her veins, as if something was begging to be let out. Her nerves tingled with her rage and her hands shook in response, her normal composure lost for those precious few moments.

What the hell was going on?

She was still dressed in clothes from yesterday and her shoes were set neatly beside the bed. The cardigan she wore yesterday was draped over some chair. When did she lie down in bed? Who put her in bed? Layla rummaged through her memories. Her brain was racked and she pressed her fingers into her throbbing pulse. A headache was forming. Layla slid off the bed, deciding against lacing up her boots. Obviously, she had trusted someone to get into this...what was this? A house, right? The floorbed groaned against her weight as she briskly walked over to the window, which gave her a nice view of some garden. For that moment, the sun grazed her skin, shooting into her rays of calm warmth that soothed Layla's frantic nerves. Her complexion seemed lighter in that instance, the light catching the glints of chocolate in her dark hair.

She had been on the run. The memory flooded into her without warning and before long, Layla was recalling the events of the past twenty-four hours. At least, most of them. She awoke to a mug of chai tea, the spices and aroma softened only by the cream and sugar she added. She read a little. Then, she decided to go out and take pictures. The local gazette needed them and Layla was not against earning a few extra bucks. She had the day off for school. She was photographing a few kids playing with their parents, a pang hitting her heart when she saw a little girl falling into her Daddy's arms. Layla's hand flung to her own heart like it had done yesterday, the memory causing her to blink back the fresh wave of tears. She had just turned around. She talked to someone - talked for a long time. She got into a car - why was she in getting into a car with a stranger? Still talking. And then they approached the manor; she could now see herself admiring the garden just a little more closely. And then she was really tired.

When did she make it upstairs?

What possessed her to even stay here?

And who earned her trust that fast?

"Hello?" No answer." Layla refused to stay in her room. She'd be damned. She wanted answers and she wanted them now. She snatched up her cardigan and swung it on, heading for the door. She swung it open only to be met by a dark hallway. "Is anyone here?

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Image Drawing in a deep breath, Killian stared down at Kuro and tried for an easy smile. "So...it starts. Good luck," He said softly, uncertainly, before turning and walking through the door.

Sir, your blooded, awaits for you in her chambers. A voice of a spider inside his head had stopped him from replying to Killian before he left.

He watched as Killian left the room before making a reply to the spider, Kuro dropped his hand to the floor and picked up that spider, who had been spying on his Blooded. "So she has awaked. Let us go and seek her out shall we?" He put the spider away into one of his pockets and got up from his seat.

The sound of his boots clicked in the hallway, but he took his time in getting to his Blooded's room. The sound of her quiet Hello echoed down the halls. He shifted the door open and shoved it so that it would full expose him standing in the door way. There his blooded was sitting up in her bad, deeply confused and seeming to be in a panic. "I wouldn't waste your energy on being scared, and wondering where you are. I will tell you, but in return you have to come with me, so we could get a meal into your body." He rested his hand on the door handle waiting for her.

Another thing about Kuro, he always liked to get to the point of things, but always making sure his meals are satisfied in the in end. The weak wasn't something he rushed into having, he preferred his Blooded to be strong and healthy and as innocent as the day comes. She who sat before him in her bed, was already perfect, but he wanted more from her. Their first inter counter said it all. She was strong as it is, but she knew nothing of herself, Kuro wouldn't stand that.

He didn't bother to say anything else to her, nor was the sound of his breathing heard through the room. He had just stared at her with his crimson eyes and blank expression on his pale face. The only thing that moved on his was a piece of hair that had slipped from his ear and into his face. Kuro even waited for her to take the time to collect herself until she was able to get out of bed and follow him.

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Y-yeah, thanks, I um...I should probably go. I have class and work today"

Killian grinned, his joy obvious from the bright glint to his eyes. He nodded, and excitement radiated from him with every moment as he all but bounced away from her, and stuck his head around the door of the room he guessed that she had just come from. So, it looked like she'd only just awoken. That was good. It meant that she wouldn't have seen any of the others yet. Looking back to her, Killian's gaze darkened as he felt a sudden rush of ownership for the girl standing vulnerably in the hall before him. She was defenseless, and she didn't even know it. The scent of her Blood was thick and strong, and it was so good. Killian knew then that no one else would touch his Blooded without him knowing. The momentary shadow to his eyes passed, and he suddenly perked up.

"Right!" Killian beamed, "If you think you've got class and work today, then you evidently don't remember last night. Come on!"

And with that, Killian reached forwards to take her hand and drag her down the hall. "How about we get you some breakfast, and then I tell you what's going to happen today? I guess you could say you have classes, but not the sort that you thought you were going to have. Layla, today is a big day!" He laughed and nodded, quickly formulating a plan for the day.

First, he would convince Layla to come to breakfast. The others would be there soon, but Killian hoped that by getting there first, he wouldn't have to share Layla with anyone else. Then, after breakfast, Killian hoped to take Layla out to the grounds, where he would tell her about her power. He wouldn't tell her everything, but he'd tell her enough. And then maybe they would start to practice them. Maybe. The excitement was bright in his eyes, and like a puppy, he turned back to Layla and smirked.

"What are you waiting for? Come on!"






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Time passed. Not a lot of time, but enough. As time went by, Alethea began to settle. She eventually rose, and took a turn about the spacious room. It was almost luxurious. The furniture was all of rich oak, and the carpet was thick and lush. She peered inside the wardrobe, to see an arrangement of clothing, before closing the doors. There were gorgeous purple flowers in an elegant vase on a small table near the window, which Alethea opened. She breathed in the scent of the new morning, and felt it refresh her. Feeling calmer, Alethea returned to sit cross legged in the middle of her bed.

Alethea then stared at the door, and for a moment, she almost scowled. What was she doing? Just sat here, waiting for something to happen, was never something that Alethea had done. Since when had she allowed other people to dictate to her when she can leave a room, and she was just about to rise and leave when the door opened by itself.

"I wouldn't waste your energy on being scared, and wondering where you are. I will tell you, but in return you have to come with me, so we could get a meal into your body."

The man that stood there could easily have been described with just one word. Intimidating. Cold red eyes glared down at her, and an unforgiving expression was on his face, but he was undeniably attractive. Alethea could never have said why, but she almost felt the need to submit to him. From his posture, it was obvious that he was a man used to getting his own way, and Alethea stood on the spot, before walking across her bed, and gracefully stepping down to the ground. It was only then that she stopped and asked herself why.

Why did she have to do as this man said? She recognized him from the night before, and she knew that she had trusted him then, but what about now?

Alethea paused and looked at him, anger flaring momentarily in her eyes. "Who are you?" She asked boldly, crossing her arms over her chest. Sure, she might be dressed in borrowed pajamas, but that changed nothing. "Where am I?"

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Image He felt the anger before he saw it rise to her face, he knew this was coming and it was one thing he always approved of, peoples anger always seemed to get him a bit excited in pleasuring ways, he could help himself with his next words and movements, but he didn't and let himself do what he wanted, after all in the end she was his whether she liked it or not. So he did what he did....

"If there is one thing I can't stand is not being listened to." He was right in front of her in an instant. His fingers wrapped around her chin gently and his eyes locked with hers. His voice had become cold, but his eyes were soft. "Either you come with me to eat, and I tell you while you eat, or you can starve and stay in this godforsaken room, until I see fit of your punishment being over and do trust me when I say, I can wait for a very long time." He kissed her cheek gently once he bent over and tilted her face to the side, with a whisper to her ear. "Now my lady, your clothes are in the dresser, put them on and meet me outside your door."

Dropping his hand he moved away from her, and without another word he grabbed the door and slammed hit behind him once stepping out of the room. The taste of her flesh was left on his lips, she felt a bit cold, but warm as well. With a fold to his arms over his chest, he leaned against the wall that was right across from the door, tilting his head down and closed his eyes waiting, patiently for her to agree to his words and come out fully dressed.

Instantly, the song of Annie singing You're never fully dressed without a smile. appeared in his head and after he heard laughing and instantly he knew it was the spider cracking jokes at him.

"That is not funny." He shook his head and sighed, ashamed of the spider.

It was a bit funny, and perfect timing as well. The day I see you smile will be a good one Spider kept on talking, but he had a good point, Kuro never smiled, he always kept one expression throughout his life.

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Alethea breathed in sharply as the stranger appeared in front of her. She still didn't know his name, but right then, it didn't matter. Anger flared fearlessly in her eyes as she felt his fingers tilting her chin up, and forcing her to look him in the eyes, but she refused to cower, even though she had to fight to keep her dignity and not melt straight into his hands as she looked up into those infinitely dangerous eyes.

"If there is one thing I can't stand is not being listened to. Either you come with me to eat, and I tell you while you eat, or you can starve and stay in this godforsaken room, until I see fit of your punishment being over and do trust me when I say, I can wait for a very long time."

She didn't doubt that he could wait a long time, and she knew then that she would do as he said, just so she could see what he wanted from her. His lips descending upon her cheek were warm, and soft, but she shivered and denied the fact to herself that she wanted more. Alethea gritted her teeth as his breath brushed her ear when he continued.

"No my lady, your clothes are in the dresser, put them on and meet me outside your door."

Alethea refused to react as she was released, and he turned on his heel and left her. Her eyes were dark with anger, but she waited until he had closed the door before exhaling the breath she didn't realize she had been holding. What had just happened? Numbly, Alethea went to the wardrobe and looked inside. Strangely, all the clothes were in her size, and she selected an outfit quickly.

As she undressed, she was acutely aware of the fact that the stranger was just on the other side of the door, but she pushed the thought away as she pulled on a clean set of clothes. A simple white shirt and leg hugging jeans adorned her moments later, and she slipped on a leather jacket, before glancing in a mirror to brush her hair. Satisfied with her appearance, she chose to remain bare foot as she went to the door.

Alethea didn't hesitate before opening the door, anger greeting her once more at the arrogant way he simply stared down and waited for her, just assuming that she would appear. Which she had. Angry at herself this time, Alethea stood in the doorway and demanded, "Who the hell do you think you are?"

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Image He snorted once she walked away and looked over his shoulder into the opposite way in which she went. The hall was empty, but lit terribly. He was out of the room, that's a plus, but to find food in a dump like this, was a downfall. He lifted his hands to his head and started to walk down the halls. Down one of the halls he saw a man in black, with his head faced down, he looked as if he was talking to someone, but he didn't see anyone else in the hall, but him and this man in black.

"Hey you.." He stopped himself from asking once the door the guy was waiting at fling open and a very pissed off red head came out of it.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" She had a cute voice even when she was mad, he made Shark laugh. He waited until the guy spoke, before jumping in and wanting answers himself. Maybe what this guy has to say will answer his own questions. He thought.


Image He looked at her and his eyes slowly went down at her body and back up, as if he was thinking of a math problem and solving it without fail. "I do not think I am anyone. And if hell was involved I'd say I am a creature from it." He shrugged and lifted fully onto his feet. "You don't have to hide Blooded, you can come out and say hello and follow us to the dinning hall for something to eat." Kuro knew right away that another had approached them and from their sent he knew that it wasn't a demon, but a child just like his Blooded was. He waited for the boys reply.


Image Shocked Shark stepped out and in front of the man. Not like he was being loud enough for himself to be heard so how on earth did he hear him standing there. "Look I don't want answers, I just want something to eat." Shark said in a calm voice, he could tell right away that this man who stood here, wasn't someone to be trifled with, the look in his red eyes said it all. And it brought a slight shiver to his body.

Forcing himself to look away from his eyes he glanced at the red head who had become quiet. His lover? But he is so old for someone her age, so a pedophile. Shark took a guess in his thoughts. He would have made a smart ass remark, but with another look towards the man in black, he bit back his words and decided to just go along with it.


Image "Very well, but do understand that the less you know about what is going on, the less prepared you are." He sighed and waved his hand for them to follow, his movements had become more professional, and he started to act more like a teach at this point. "A lady should have already told you about this or was about to, but I noticed you two had a bit of a quirt. So I suppose I will take her spot in telling you." Kuro led them both down the hall to the dinning room, offering them to sit as he brought over two plates of food already made for them by the chief. "Number one thing you need to know is my name. I go by the name of Kuro Kumo, wither one is fine by me."

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Alethea opened her mouth to ask the new stranger a question, just as she snapped it shut again to listen to their brief exchange. She scowled at the both of them, but then her interest was caught by the words of the man who seemed to know what was going on. Blooded? What the heck did that mean? And who was the other lady who was supposed to see the new stranger? At least it meant that she wasn't the only female here.

She let her anger simmer, refusing to interrupt their brief exchange, and silently followed the two strangers down the hall. Within the dining hall, Alethea looked around slowly and uncertainly. It was a large room, furnished with an expensive looking dining table which was set with a dozen seats. Alethea glanced between the two strangers and then took a seat.

"Number one thing you need to know is my name. I go by the name of Kuro Kumo, either one is fine by me"

Alethea scowled at him and nodded towards the man she now knew was Kuro, "You already know who I am," She muttered before looking at the other stranger, "But I'm Alethea."

She looked towards Kuro again and rose a brow, "So, go on then. Explain. What happened last night, why am I here, and when can I leave?"

She had to admit that she hated it here so far. Alethea had no idea where she was, and that infuriated her. She knew that she should feel afraid, or nervous, but there was something inside her that refused to fear these strangers. She'd not ever felt this strong and certain of herself. Alethea looked at Kuro with restrained anger in her eyes, silently telling him that he had nothing over her.

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Killian grinned widely when he heard Layla's stomach grumble, but he didn't say anything more until he dragged her into the dining hall. But that was where his swift stride came to an abrupt halt, as though he had walked into a wall instead of through an open door. Within, were three people he hadn't expected to see until later. Two Blooded, and the Spider were seated at one end, and at least one of them looked to be furious. He didn't understand though. What was the Spider doing with two? Killian didn't care about the Demon that was missing out, but he did care about his Blooded, and he wouldn't let the Spider touch her.

Before any of the occupants of the room could utter a word, Killian gripped Layla's hand harder, and tugged her closer to his body in a subtle display of ownership that only Kuro would understand. Momentarily, the Wolf bared his teeth, his eyes flashing protectively, before the moment of tension ended. Suddenly, Killian laughed and smiled, before pushing Layla gently in front of him.

"You know what? It's a gorgeous day outside. How about we get some food from the kitchen then head outside for breakfast? That'll make a nice change," Killian improvised, glaring once at the Spider, before pushing Layla towards a door, which swung open.

Inside, the kitchen was warm, even though the windows were open. He closed the door firmly behind them, and then turned back to his Blooded. The scent of her blood quickly seeped into the room, and Killian brightened up and smiled at her warmly as he spoke to her. "So, what do you fancy? You can have anything you want, pretty much...Cereal, waffles, toast, croissants, egg, bacon, cereal...Did I say cereal twice? I think I did. Anyway, do you want something to drink? Did you mention tea? We've got tea, and coffee, and orange juice. I think it's fresh. What takes your fancy? Name your desires, and I shall see that you are given them"

Killian finished off his breakfast speech by leaning over the counter and looking at her with a playful smirk. Running a hand through his hair, he looked around the kitchen. It was large, with at least two of every most of the appliances. It looked expensive and plentiful, and he knew that his Blooded would want for nothing.

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Layla pretty much stumbled behind Killian's larger frame when he just randomly stopped in the middle of an open door. Her other hand reached out to clutch at the back of his shirt, using him to steady herself. She glowered at the back of his head.

"Hey!" However, it appeared as though he didn't realize she had spoken. Instead, Killian's eyes were trained forward. Layla's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to stare around him and could only see little peeks of other people in the room. "Killi - oww!" Before Layla could get the rest of his name out, Killian's grip on her hand tightened and Layla winced in response. Without warning, she was pulled closer against his body and without meaning to, Layla inhaled a good chunk of his scent, surprised to find herself pleasantly comfortable against him even though she was currently enraged. Getting a hold of herself, Layla glared at the back of his head.

Is this man bipolar or what? She thought because soon after that, Killian was laughing and pushing her in front of him, leading her into the kitchen. She heard him say something about going outside and Layla immediately began plotting for a way to leave. Perhaps she could lose him in the gardens and then somehow run down the path? Surely that would lead out of the mansion, right? Layla nearly jumped out of her skin once more this morning when the door behind them was closed and she glanced over her shoulder at Killian, raising an eyebrow at him while he smiled warmly at her. Yes. Definitely bipolar.

"So, what do you fancy? You can have anything you want, pretty much...Cereal, waffles, toast, croissants, egg, bacon, cereal...Did I say cereal twice? I think I did. Anyway, do you want something to drink? Did you mention tea? We've got tea, and coffee, and orange juice. I think it's fresh. What takes your fancy? Name your desires, and I shall see that you are given them." If Layla's eyebrow could lift itself any higher, she would probably look ridiculous, but as it was, the situation itself was ridiculous enough. She folded her arms over her chest.

"Well, Killian or if that's even your name, I fancy answers. I'd rather not talk over a full stomach, just in case I get the sudden urge to vomit in your face," Layla growled and took a few steps toward the man. Her voice rose as she spoke so that by the time she finished, she had pretty much screamed the last part. "Now, how about you stop leading me around this damn house like I'm your little bitch and tell me what the hell is going on? Where the hell is my phone? Where are my keys? And why can't I go home!?"

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Image A Lady? How did he know about our fight? No one was around. He started to feel uneasy at how much this guy already knew. Who knows what else he had in his mind. His red eyes, every time they look at you it is as if you are being seen through.

With a grimace the red head told everyone her name. Shark just kept quiet, didn't even bother to speak anything else further more stare too long at anyone. The place he didn't feel anything, but the people in it, sure did spike him some.

So her name is Alethea. Shark looked at the red head. She was cute, that was no lie and she held her ground too. If I was her I'd treat this guy with more respect, even I am hot tempered and know better. But it is her life, so oh well. His eyes looked slowly over to Kuro, the man was mysterious indeed and he had a spike around him that gave off a far warning, even without words.

Alethea looked towards Kuro again and rose a brow, "So, go on then. Explain. What happened last night, why am I here, and when can I leave?"

Just then a man walked in through the door and glared at Kuro, the tension there felt more like a cocky one instead of a threatening one. Yet still it felt uneasy. With a glare and a look to the side Shark folded his arms over his chest, after he finished his food fast, even leaving his plate spotlessly clean as if it wasn't even touched.


Image The anger in his Blooded's eyes, sparked his attention again, it amused him very much and the pleasure that came from her raging blood, almost made him want to grin. Also the feeling coming from Shark was uneasy and a bit ticked off, it also made him amused.

With a silent stare at the door, he knew who was coming and he knew what they would think the moment Killian saw him with two bloodeds, not that he cared though. The boy Blooded he was with had to know and with the fight he had with his Demon, he knew she wouldn't tell any time soon. So why not him?

Kuro took in Killian's glare and ignored his Blooded as if she wasn't even in the room. Kuro turned once Killian left into the other room and smirked to himself. From the look he got he knew right away that he was right. But then he became serious again and looked over at the two Blooded before him while walking over to the edge of the table.

"Here is the thing." Kuro Began to speak to them both, in a cold demon voice that he'd use to speak to people he didn't like or speak to people he was giving orders to. "I will keep this short and simple. You both are what we like to call Blooded. Blooded are people with special gifts, such as the gifts you two were born with. The truth is, the world was created by four powers. And each one represented what we call the elements - fire, water, air and earth. The two before me are water." He shifted his hand towards Shark. "You can do anything that water can, from healing to killing. Anything that water can do, you can." His eyes went from Shark to Alethea. "And you my lady, are Earth, same thing applies to you as well. I will teach you more later. As for you." He looked back at Shark. "The lady you met earlier needs to teach you how to use your powers as well, make sure she does, or else someone else will take you right from under her hands." Kuro looked sharply at Shark as if telling him, it could be Kuro to take him away, after all Shark did spike his attention fast. Then he looked to both of them back into his serious self.

"Now let's cut to the chase. The Deities, decided that they'd create a planet, and then they created life and humanity and so on. Now, these Deities were pretty much all power. Imagine Zeus, Odin, Jesus and Apollo all rolled into one and then multiply that power by around...seven or eight. That would be very powerful, indeed. But these Deities decided that, what with being immortal and stuff, that after watching us mankind run around for a few hundred years, they wanted in on some of the action they created, so they gave up their immortality. As humans, each one took a partner, and they all had a child. But their power was given to their children, and it ran in their veins, but they didn't know it. At this point, us mere mortals weren't aware that our Gods were actually walking around us and sleeping with our men and women, so we continued to worship them.

The thing is, there were some that decided that the Dieties were lies, a wasted thing and they basically realized that our Deities had children, and they did really horrible things, and then they drank the blood of the Deities children. This turned them very evil, and by taking some of that unrealistically strong Powers for themselves, they forfeited their souls and were apparently cursed to wander the Earth and crave nothing but the blood of the Deities," Kuro rubbed his forehead and looked outside the window. "They soon became, Demons after that." With a glare, he stared at himself through the window. "One of the Blooded; they're the Deities kids, realized that these Demon's that would never stop hunting them, not even now. This was the Fire Blooded one, the cleverest and bravest, turned to the Deities most devoted followers and convinced them to let her grant them immortality in exchange for guarding them for the rest of time."

Kuro glanced over at them, turning his body to face them. "Those Guardians, I and the man you just saw and the lady Shark fought with are one of them. And Like I said before, Shark, is the decedent from the Water deity and Alethea is from the Earth. You've got powers, and those powers within you are being hunted down. There should be a total of about four Guardians, and about four Deities. I am sure you all will soon meet in due time." Kuro cleared his throat softly, he hasn't talked this much since his last deity. "To your question earlier Alethea. Neither of you can leave, if you try to even attempt leaving, you'd be highly punished in a very unpleasing way from your Guardian. As for you Shark, your Guardian goes by the name of Ashe, I'd watch it with her if I was you." Kuro opened the door and waited for the Blooded to fallow him. "Alethea, we will talk more later, but for now, you two should rest up. Alethea and I will take you to your room, Shark."


Image He had no care of what was being told to him, all he cared for is when he was being left alone. But when Kuro spoke his name, it made his heart quiver. How did he know my name? The look also made his blood shiver and his spine want to straighten. He bit the edge of his lip to keep back a growl of anger that boiled more inside him.

Shark looked over at Alethea, the room felt child, like a gust of wind had blown through, while Kuro kept on talking Shark kept his temper down. His attention caught up when he felt Kuro's seriousness grow stronger with each word he spoke to them. He hadn't realized that he had stopped breathing and when he took a breath, feeling light headed. Kuro had walked over to the door, standing tall, like a statue. Shark rose to his feet in a hurry, his chair knocked to the floor and he uneasily bent over to pick it up, he could feel the sweat slide down his cheek bone and over his nose landing on the floor. Kuro's self, bothered him and the more he felt himself hold back, the more he wanted to burst. The sooner he got away from him the better. With an awkward smile as he stared at the chair he walked over to Kuro, but never looked at him.

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"Layla, I'm completely serious. And you know I'm right. It feels right, doesn't it? You know who you are," Killian looked hurt as he moved on to answer her next question. His expression changed to one of genuine upset and sadness that she would even consider the thought. Killian looked at her once, letting her see the pained look in his eyes, before he arose and walked away. He looked out at the shrubbery, appearing to be collecting his thoughts and reigning in his emotion, keeping his back to the Blooded.

He made a show of taking a deep breath before replying, "Layla, I'm...I'm sorry if I ever gave you reason to question my loyalties. Last night, you came with me because I told you that you were in danger, and you trusted me. I do not know what happened overnight to give you such doubts, but I assure you, I would offer my life in order to save yours. Demons...The Demons of horrific creatures. They thirst for your blood like...like an addict needs his fix. They are creatures of pure malice and greed and hate"

Abruptly, Killian spun on the spot to face Layla once more. His eyes burned with a righteous cobalt fire as he clapped his hands to his chest, and tugged at his shirt in desperation, "Layla...Do I look like I could ever hurt you? Like I could ever hurt anyone?"

Killian froze and then exhaled deeply. For a moment, the Demon wondered whether he was overplaying his little performance, but then he shrugged the idea off. The girl had just been told that she was a God...his over acting would probably be seen as normal. Killian turned his head aside and spoke to the ground, running a hand through his hair with frustration.

"If I was a Demon, I would have killed you by now, my lady," Killian said softly, formally before looking at her, "It is my job to teach you how to use your powers so that one day you might be able to protect yourself. We will begin your lessons as soon as you wish"




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"No"

The word slipped from between her lips before she even realized that she had spoken. Alethea stood and pushed her chair back, her eyes burning with fury. She found that she didn't doubt a word that the dark haired man had said, despite the fairy tale nature of his story. It was ludicrous, but some part of her reeled, as though she had just remembered something incredibly important, that she hadn't even realized that she had forgotten. It felt right, but there was a threat hanging heavy on the air that Alethea couldn't ignore. He had said '...if you try to even attempt leaving, you'd be highly punished in a very unpleasing way from your Guardian...". And if he was her Guardian, then was he threatening her if she tried to leave? Alethea doubted it very much, but the thought angered her further, and she found herself standing.

"No. I'm going for a walk. I might try to go home," She glared at Kuro and then looked at Shark with careless eyes, "You can come too if you want," Alethea glanced back to her so called 'Guardian' and then continued, "And if you choose to punish me, then do so. I dare you"

Alethea hissed her last challenge through clenched teeth as she turned her back on the two men and walked out of the door they had entered by. She had never felt such anger in her life, but she knew that it was anger that was spurred on by undeniable fear. Alethea knew, without knowing why, that his story had truth in it. So she was one of the most powerful beings in the world? Sure. But she knew that if Kuro truly wanted to 'punish' her, she wouldn't be able to defend herself. Which was why Alethea didn't know why she challenged him. In that moment, as she stormed loudly through the halls of the house, Alethea swore that she would bow to no one.

A blast of cool air struck her from a nearby open window, and she paused. The windows in this hall, on the ground floor, stretched more or less from the floor to the ceiling. Biting her lip softly, Alethea went over and peered outside. It was only a short drop to the ground, and she was certainly small enough to get through the window, but she knew that as soon as she did, she was committing to an action that she might come to regret. But the anger in Alethea bubbled to the surface again, and she stopped caring. Planting a foot on the window sill, Alethea clambered clumsily through the window, before misjudging the fall and stumbling as she made the landing.

She was outside. Alethea inhaled the fresh, reassuring air and suddenly felt free. She wasn't sure how long it would be before someone came to find her, as they undoubtedly would, but for now, she was outside and unrestricted. Alethea smiled and stepped free of a red flowered bush that she had fallen in, before walking straight ahead with no idea where she was.

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