Romatech city

The slumped up figure of the female leaned against the Romatech chaple only light shivers of movements with each sob was visible her blonde hair hid her face along with the cool eerie darkness that fell upon the earth this one night "why?!, why?" she muttered to herself inbetween sobs a breeze whipping her hair away from her face for just a short moment all that accompinied her was the full moon and the star dotted skies...and..the..eerie...errie...silence..that carried along the breeze

He walked around the building searching for something his towering figure casting a long shadow in the moonlight even from the other side of the mansion he heard faint sobbing of an angelic voice was it one of the mortals of the Romatech's or one of the girls malcontent's used for simple pleasure before tossing them out either way he sighed calling out

Whose being a whinny mutt?

His voice seemed calmed even though his words were harsh its who he was and what he was known for before he could wait for a rpely he began following the sound his drench coat batting at his ankels with each step his heavy boots alerting anything or anyone around him of his presence slowly he was drawing closer and closer to the female even though he was living in the Romatech's housing he was of malcontent's only here to spy on them see what were their plans against the malcontents and would happily feed on an easy target

Hearing heavy foot steps she determined a male was drawing closer, still believing she was an angel she'd try to bring her wings out but only a loud yell of pain slipped from her, She would try again yet another loud scream would escape "w-why can't i fly" her blue eyes widen with fear as if she was a mouse and the closing entity was a cat ready to make the kill "I can't let a mortal touch me.. they'll die i cant bring anymore death those poor children!" She struggled onto her feet "why aren't the other angels coming to help.." she slip back onto the ground a faint cry rang in the air like chimes "help me.." she whimpered curling up into a fetal position her arms around her chest her legs drawn towards her center only now she had realize blood was dripping down her back "m-my wings?!" after muttering the words she coughed

"Your wings are dead as I took them. I cann't have an idiot angel messing up my war with the other vampires and you are that Angel!" Paskal shouted as he looked down onto the angel." As for the others their dead and it was all to easy, and thats the truth!"
Paskal's mind had a flashback of the minute it took to cut the wings off the angel. Screams coming from the other Angels those souls were trapped in his choxmy (soul catcher), he all most had another to add to it but a shot of a pistol hit him in the knee and he knew that the angel was the last one to help him but she would not forgive him so he was licking his wound talking to himself.

He huffed the scent of blood trinkling down her back was strong but he was at the romatech building these vamps drank artifical blood and would scent her blood lingering in his mouth from miles away.. Once he finally saw the woman she was curled up like a child his fangs ached to be released and sink into soft dewy skin of the female.. "lass are ye alright?" he crouched a few inches from her, seeing her tangled locks of hair covering her face "are ye alright?" he muttered again this time slightly annoyed but hid it from his tone his tongue brushed against his fangs but he reframed himself off such action of sinking his fangs for a feeding.. "stupid Vamps not feeding on humans wonder what casimir up to" he reached out to move her locks of golden hair out of her face

Slyvia Wondered hell's ground as a large dog like beast pacing about as if she was trapped in a cage it didnt take long till the horned beast himself to appear A simple request for the lady "another angel has fallen... well she hasnt fallen just an outcast she'd be let back in once she learned her lesson.. Unless--" The female rose an eybrow looking at him "unless?" she said through her muzzle "unless we get her here quiet a beautiful angel at that be nice to add her to, lets call it the collection" A dark laugh echoed around the dead heated place Slyvia nodded "Time to have fun back to the mortals" The horned beast gave her the last of the details and Slyvia went off to the mortal world ready to find her prey and bring it home

Feeling a hand come near her face she would whisper "d-don't touch me" she twitched with pain the tips of her blonde hair soaked in a crimson turning black tips from the blood seeping from her back again she would whisper the same words "don't touch me" she was whispering a warning to the person who had come towards her a plain warning but he couldnt tell she wondered if he'd keep touching her. Her eyes were shut tight another quiver of pain shot through her body after that shiver she was fading losing what conciousness she had the pain was to much to bare in her new human body

Silence. Unnerving silence. The only thing that encompassed the air around him except for the reverberating tick-tocking of the grandfather clock somewhere in the hall down the stairs. Whatever activities were taking place inside the building, Connor cared not for it; his mind an body completely engrossed in concentrating on the silence that was all around. In the far recesses of his mind, there were incoherent whispers, voices that he knew were sent from the realm of torment to haunt him. There came a heat with it that pervaded his body and for a moment, he almost emitted a whimper from the discomfort he felt.
Then as the interceptor of his thoughts, he smelt blood. It wafted to him, the faintest of scents, carrying on the zephyrs that ebbed and flowed throughout the room from the window left open. With the scent of blood, hinted trouble and dark eyes sliced to the window as if searching for the source.

He got up, ears picking up on conversation that he could hear distinctly. Channeling through his mind, he located the voice then was about to ignore it when he heard beating...faint beating of a heart along with a soft human voice, a female's and she sounded as though weakly warning off whoever the hell was bothering her. Getting up from his chair, Connor walked to the window, the weight of his booted feet causing the floorboards to creak and squeak under his weight. Stepping up on the sill of the window, he braced a hand on the frame then freefalled out the window. His body then disappeared, moving through; channeling the source.

Landing just behind them, body hidden by the thick shadows, he stared down at them, assessing. Then walking out, steps silent and timed, he stopped just a little behind them both. She was bleeding, profusely and he frowned.
"If she says don't touch her, then leave her there."

Hearing a new voice intrude in. Christopher would stand back up cursing in old tongue hoping connor wouldn't under stand "Then we shall let the poor lass die?". He was desprately trying to keep his eyes going red from blood lust, such an easy target the female made yet with connor around he couldn't feed his cover would be blown in a matter of seconds they would find out he is a malcontent "but it ye says so, then I'll leave her to be" His figured wavered before disappearing and re appearing a few feet away "don'na go getting ye self a human snack" he wanted to smirk but it would reveal his bared fangs. "g'day I'll be seeing ye later" he was a mess when he spoke trying to hide his fangs and his eyes..

With the last of his words again he disappeared to only appear into the building, walking down the hall towards the kitched. grabbing a bottle of fake blood and shoving it in the microwave to warm only for a few seconds. Then pulling the bottle out and gulping it down like he would never eat again "Damn that /Vamp/ stupid mutts these romatechs are" he stared down into the empty bottle before throwing it against the wall, the glass shattered hitting the ground in pieces "I almost had real food not this bull crap" a growl was building in his chest but he knew other vampires would easily hear it so he kept it in sighing inward "What to do!" be pushed the silverware off the counter in his mini rampage it was blood lust slowly creeping in trying to break him of his 20 year break from human blood. As quick as the rampage started it ended with him leaving to the halls once again towards his room punching a wall along the way

The demoness took her mortal form a tempting body for the male mortals and even a few females, she walked in the shadows of the city ignoring the cat calls and whistles her hips swayed side to side with each step her eyes showed she was in awe how easy humans would fall into the sin of lust.. her sin.. her specialty, this female had her fun with mortals already so she took no intrest in answering any of the hollars, cat calls, and whistles. "none of you are my prey tonight" her breath froze into a vapor in the night air "where in this angel? lucifer wants..." a voice from a distant answered from behind her "like the devil lucifer?" her voice switched now cold and harsh sweet and innocent "u-uhm no.. who are you you shouldn't ease drop on a lady's conversation" The male voice boomed with laughter "Shut it demon.. im were wolf i can scent a demon from contries away, im just looking for a little fun" he eyed her up and down she managed a giggle "im in no mood tonight I have a mission to get to she contiuened her walk The werewolf rolled its eyes lurking back into the alleys to find someone to play with. "so much lust.. such a fun sin.. poor mortals" she laughed toherself her eyes scanning around for any hint of the angel

His eyelids narrowed to slits, face tightening into rigid austerity, mouth a stiff and straight line as he watched the vampire. He glimpsed the fangs and the near change to his eyes. If the need ever presented itself, he was well prepared to bash his face in. Even annoyed in general, from having the human bother his thoughts enough to get out here; the accent and the unnecessary response of the other, piqued him. It was until he left, did he turn back to the girl. It didn't take him a lot to realize that she had lost too much blood. The twin gashes on her back made it clear to him that she was more than likely more some creature of oddity than some normal human. However, with the crap that happened nowadays - shit that he hardly paid attention to - there was really no telling.

Chilling winds picked up and he flapped his coat, as if to shrug off the cold then lifted her in his arms. The first impression of his mind was just to leave here there. And he would have, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that embedded itself thick within him that she was being hunted. Leaving her there would have caused all sorts of possible hells. Not that he gave a damn honestly. Negative karma was always handed to a person and nothing could be done except to bear it. For almost a second, his mind wanted to pull him into reverie of a past event but he shut it off. He had no time for that tonight. Her body felt limp in his hands and for a second he stared down at her limp and almost weightless body in his hands.

She was paling and her body stunk of raw blood mixed with the scents that coalesced in the air. He thought to take her to the mansion, but instead, teleported to his hunting lodge in the woods. There would be a better place to take a look at her wounds and see what could be done. Then he could decide whether he should really help her or just kill her.
Once there, he switched on the lamp by the bed and laid her on her stomach on it. shrugging off his coat, he flung it carelessly over the back of the chair and went to the kitchen to get a few things, including a bottle of liquor.

She groaned softly mummbling again "said dont touch me.." she blinked her eyes trying to see where she was but everything was still a blurr through the pain she forced herself to sit up "this wasn't wear I was before.." she blinked her eyes a bit more getting a better look but as quick as she sat up she passed out again
{Where am I, did he take my warning.. where is the heavenly host?, bunny could help me} her thoughts flooded in but she could'nt do a thing but lay there and hope no mortal touched her.

Romain was speaking to an old partner of his in the dinning hall, Ester knew something was up he tapped his fingers repeatedly against the table almost ignoring his friend "romain did you notice that?" Romain blinked slightly lost "noticed what?" Ester had stopped tapping his fingers on the table "The chattering had stop the scent of blood is gone.. I was waiting for the person to die I didnt want to run into a malcontent" Romain raised an eyebrow "Im hybrid my senses aren't as good as yours but that brings me to the fact there was blood and chatter had a feeling a malcontent could be around and not warn anyone?" Ester had got up looking off into the distant window "connor has left as well" Romain raised an eyebrow again "connor leaving with a mortal? he would never feed on humans" Both men shared a glance "trouble im guessing get shanna if theres blood someones hurt who would know better then a mortal doctor?" Ester nodded running one room over shanna once he finished explaining everything she gathered her things rushing with him to Romain "where would connor go in an emergency.." Shanna blinked "south dakota? no not after casimir killed so many people.. the hunting lodge! therez mortal food and weapons for protection" "shanna you are a gods sent" Romain smiled at his wife before pulling her close the two males and female had disappeared only to re appear on the porch of the hunting cabin

"connor" Shanna said knocking on the door "There blood alright and a mortal" ester said the other two nodded

"Hmph What did he say her name was again marcy mary marie.. no that was a cat in a movie Marielle! there we go, now where would an angel go, a church of course... she wont have connection with the heavens... so she would go to a priest for help but would she be stupid enough to?.. nah" She bit her lower lip as she went trough her thoughts to pin point where Marielle would be, youd think a demon would find a silly angel quickly but its harder then it seems
Wasnt long before aa white feather dried black with blood been awhile since she was here.. "excuse me miss" she called out to lady walking past "wheres the closest church to here?" The lady turned around to face the demon "hmm... Just down this way.. A bit of a walk" The women gave her a faint smile before walking off "thank you miss" Sylvia followed the road carefull searching for anymore clues itd be easier if she could turn into a wolf and sniff her out but there were to many mortals around theyd sure take notice and make a scene of her transformation

Running a hand through his hair, he leaned back in his chair when she stirred. The rag in his loose grip swung slowly to and fro. She mumbled almost incoherently but he heard her words. Rolling his eyes at her pathetic defense, he leaned forward again and grunted when she raised up. About to speak, his mouth closed when she flopped back to the bed; losing consciousness again. Thankfully. Licking his lips, he undid the top of the liquor bottle, and took a deep draft before placing the bottle on the vanity and going back to dressing around the wound. From what he deduced so far as he worked on medicating her skin, her wings had been ripped off. Fragments of feathers, even whole, still clung to her back by help of blood that worked as a substitute for glue. Dipping the rag in the warm medicine he'd made from remembering some healing methods for harsh cuts by an old family member...one that had to be used on him countless times.
Connor shuddered, closed his eyes, took a breath. A deep, calming one. It was involuntary, he couldn't stop it. It was one of the most rare reflexes he ever had. And he needed it, to block off that memory from infiltrating the nothingness of his mind.

Getting up for a while, he headed down the stairs to get something. What it was, he didn't know. But at that particular moment in time, he just needed to be out the room. Away from her. He paused and reached in his pocket for his packet of cigarettes. Sliding one up, he reached for his lighter; lit the end and took a deep inhale. Smoking was one of the few habits he'd picked up overtime, and for an immortal as himself who gained little to no pleasure from adapting some human habits; smoking and drinking were the only two he had to say which helped him on most days to just get by.
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Running a hand through his hair, he leaned back in his chair when she stirred. The rag in his loose grip swung slowly to and fro. She mumbled almost incoherently but he heard her words. Rolling his eyes at her pathetic defense, he leaned forward again and grunted when she raised up. About to speak, his mouth closed when she flopped back to the bed; losing consciousness again. Thankfully. Licking his lips, he undid the top of the liquor bottle, and took a deep draft before placing the bottle on the vanity and going back to dressing around the wound. From what he deduced so far as he worked on medicating her skin, her wings had been ripped off. Fragments of feathers, even whole, still clung to her back by help of blood that worked as a substitute for glue. Dipping the rag in the warm medicine he'd made from remembering some healing methods for harsh cuts by an old family member...one that had to be used on him countless times.
Connor shuddered, closed his eyes, took a breath. A deep, calming one. It was involuntary, he couldn't stop it. It was one of the most rare reflexes he ever had. And he needed it, to block off that memory from infiltrating the nothingness of his mind.

Getting up for a while, he headed down the stairs to get something. What it was, he didn't know. But at that particular moment in time, he just needed to be out the room. Away from her. He paused and reached in his pocket for his packet of cigarettes. Sliding one up, he reached for his lighter; lit the end and took a deep inhale. Smoking was one of the few habits he'd picked up overtime, and for an immortal as himself who gained little to no pleasure from adapting some human habits; smoking and drinking were the only two he had to say which helped him on most days to just get by.
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Running a hand through his hair, he leaned back in his chair when she stirred. The rag in his loose grip swung slowly to and fro. She mumbled almost incoherently but he heard her words. Rolling his eyes at her pathetic defense, he leaned forward again and grunted when she raised up. About to speak, his mouth closed when she flopped back to the bed; losing consciousness again. Thankfully. Licking his lips, he undid the top of the liquor bottle, and took a deep draft before placing the bottle on the vanity and going back to dressing around the wound. From what he deduced so far as he worked on medicating her skin, her wings had been ripped off. Fragments of feathers, even whole, still clung to her back by help of blood that worked as a substitute for glue. Dipping the rag in the warm medicine he'd made from remembering some healing methods for harsh cuts by an old family member...one that had to be used on him countless times.
Connor shuddered, closed his eyes, took a breath. A deep, calming one. It was involuntary, he couldn't stop it. It was one of the most rare reflexes he ever had. And he needed it, to block off that memory from infiltrating the nothingness of his mind.

Getting up for a while, he headed down the stairs to get something. What it was, he didn't know. But at that particular moment in time, he just needed to be out the room. Away from her. He paused and reached in his pocket for his packet of cigarettes. Sliding one up, he reached for his lighter; lit the end and took a deep inhale. Smoking was one of the few habits he'd picked up overtime, and for an immortal as himself who gained little to no pleasure from adapting some human habits; smoking and drinking were the only two he had to say which helped him on most days to just get by.
H

Running a hand through his hair, he leaned back in his chair when she stirred. The rag in his loose grip swung slowly to and fro. She mumbled almost incoherently but he heard her words. Rolling his eyes at her pathetic defense, he leaned forward again and grunted when she raised up. About to speak, his mouth closed when she flopped back to the bed; losing consciousness again. Thankfully. Licking his lips, he undid the top of the liquor bottle, and took a deep draft before placing the bottle on the vanity and going back to dressing around the wound. From what he deduced so far as he worked on medicating her skin, her wings had been ripped off. Fragments of feathers, even whole, still clung to her back by help of blood that worked as a substitute for glue. Dipping the rag in the warm medicine he'd made from remembering some healing methods for harsh cuts by an old family member...one that had to be used on him countless times.
Connor shuddered, closed his eyes, took a breath. A deep, calming one. It was involuntary, he couldn't stop it. It was one of the most rare reflexes he ever had. And he needed it, to block off that memory from infiltrating the nothingness of his mind.

Getting up for a while, he headed down the stairs to get something. What it was, he didn't know. But at that particular moment in time, he just needed to be out the room. Away from her. He paused and reached in his pocket for his packet of cigarettes. Sliding one up, he reached for his lighter; lit the end and took a deep inhale. Smoking was one of the few habits he'd picked up overtime, and for an immortal as himself who gained little to no pleasure from adapting some human habits; smoking and drinking were the only two he had to say which helped him on most days to just get by.

He paused on a puff, then took the cigarette from between his lips when he heard the knocking. A familiar voice called out to him and he clenched his jaw. Irritated? A word too mild. Swallowing it all, he went to the door and twisted the knob, pulling the door open for Shawna and the rest to come in. Flicking the top end of his cigarette, he watched them; a little skeptically as they filed in and he closed the door behind the final one to get through.
"Why the sudden visit?"