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Paranormal Lovers

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Lena of Anguaren [49] "Please don't hurt me. I... I didn't do anything..."
Sabine Marx [48] "I only giff az much respect az I receive. My standards are high. I do not give much respect."
Yeremy Markovich [48] I assist the king so one day we will win.
James Dylor [41] "Being human was much easier than looking after this king..."
Annabelle of Quarth [36] "I don't want to marry someone I don't love..."
Haven Nadia Parker [35] "People are like flowers. Some maybe beautiful, others repulsive, but in the end they all wilt."
Narek Tane [23] "Come stand within arms reach and tell me that again."
Bowen Tane [17] "Yes, I am the king's brother - but that alone does not make me an excellent adviser."
Alara Azlea Parker [16] "Actions speak so much more than words..."
Sapphire Allyson Parker [15] "Life's way too short, so try to make the most of it."

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Alara


"He's a friend," Alara answered curtly to his first question. "You aren't in a very good situation here, Narek. I'm your best chance, otherwisse you're going to jail." She gazed at him with unreadable dark eyes. This man seemed to be very... arrogant and hot tempered. How irritating... Alara took a seat across from him and took out a couple papers Norman had given her.

"Any excuses you want to give me before we begin?" She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Any reason you assaulted those people or called yourself a - what was it- a Lykae King?" If Alara wasn't so self diciplined, she might have rolled her eyes. "We're living in this modern society, sir. It doesn't look good for you to call yourself a king." She used this moment to survey him and couldn't help but linger on his muscular arms. Damn. She wouldn't want to be assaulted by those. But the young lawyer kept her face and voice blank as she had perfected. "These are serious charges, sir. You won't be able to get away freely, I'm sorry to say. There will be some consequences for these... offenses."

Narek spoke really formally, Alara noticed. She wasn't sure to be impressed or just annoyed. Oh geez. She was getting annoyed. Because of this man and his ridiculous temper, she may not have time to meet up with her sisters tommorow.


Yeremy


Curse them all. Yeremy was bored again. He was hesitating but it seemed that he should make up his mind. He didn't really care what she thought but... would he even find any amusement?

With long quick strides, Yeremy was climbing the stairs that led up to the King's chambers. Lena should be finished cleaning. It had been a couple hourse after all. The demon advisor clicked his tongue irritably as the feeling of restlessness started coming at him, overwhelming him. Why was the need to move so great? It wasn't even sunny out. Nope. It was evening, getting later and darker by the second.

He spotted the small form and exhaled in relief. He could get out of there.

"Lena, dear. We're going to go out." He gave her a dark look. "If the King hasn't come home by now, it is most possible that he will be out for most of the night." Yeremy grabbed Lena's slim wrist in his large hand, but not too tightly.

"Let's have a little fun tonight, shall we, love?" His eyes glowed almost eerily in the dim lighting of the room. It felt like the darkness was consuming him. He needed to leave the castle. However, he didn't really feel like going out alone or with some human. Just someone he didn't really have to hide his personality with. Unfortunately, there was only Lena.

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Narek half listened-half watch Alara. Such an interesting human, every other one he'd met seemed like complete idiots. Of course knowledge was not appealing to him. He wanted submission, obedience, and silence. This girl had none of those.

"I attacked that man because he had the idea that he could be my ally. He reeked of beer and I had to beat some sense into him. Such insolent beings have no place near me, of course during the beating I may have destr- damaged some meager thing." He of course had no idea how big of a mess he caused, almost all of the tables and chairs were shattered and broken. This was nothing in comparison to the weekly cleanups he has.

"And I call myself King because I am the rightful heir. If I should be punished for such a privilege then I will hand over my power for someone else to take the blame. There is always a way around such systems, my lady. You would not be here if you could not help me would you? You scratch my back I scratch yours, then we will be 'friends'."

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Annabelle


Belle couldn't help smiling at James' awkwardness. He truly wasn't used to company, she gathered. How fascinating, how... interesting, and it was a challenge for a girl of her type. She would make sure this man felt comfortable in his own skin, though she had no idea how long it would take. She wanted to help him, she realized. She now understood why Bowen had been so adamant about the kid's survival. He just ignited some sort of instinct in her, not quite protective or parental, but more like the way you'd want to protect a fellow Lykae. She never had that; the Lykaes she knew would never need protection from one such as her. She giggled a little at his flustered attempt of talking to her, but didn't find him pathetic. Rather... cute. It was a concept unknown to the young female. Lykaes were not cute. They were handsome or good-looking, never cute and adorable. This halfling certainly was an abnormality. Luckily for him, she loved a puzzle.

"I know who you are," she said matter-of-factly, smiling at him. "And I'm in the mansion... here on earth, out of the simple reason that my father thought it would be good for me." She chose her words carefully, making sure she didn't exclude too much, but just enough not to lie to the man. Lykaes, nomatter how human, could sniff out lies like they could vampires. Often, as she'd been taught, the two were one. Lies and vampires. That's why they were at war; the two species were complete opposites. Where Lykaes valued honor and feelings, the Vampires were arrogant liars who took joy in drinking human blood. They even kept slaves. Slaves. She shook of the thought, returning her attentions to the man. She supposed she'd have to come up with some sort of explanation.

"The prince informed me that I was to keep you company, as he had other things to do." She then added in an explanatory manner. She hoped it was enough, that he didn't ask why her or something like that, because if she had to be honest... she had no idea why Bowe had chosen her over everyone else. It was as much a mystery to her, as it would probably be to the young male.


Lena


Lena had spent a little while making sure everything was as tidy as possible in the king's chambers. Then she'd positioned herself in the big chair at the huge windows and looked outside. The night was dark and without the sun she so dearly loved, but it was intriguing in its own right, she had to admit. There was just something captivating about the moon. She didn't know how long she sat there, but she'd lost touch with reality, retracting into herself to think, to take refuge from her current position. Yeremy ranked highest in the mansion right now, and she didn't like it. It meant there was no one to stop him from doing whatever he wanted.

However, as the door burst open, she was jolted back into the human world and straightened herself, trying to locate the intruder. The next thing she knew, she was looking into Yeremy's cold, angry eyes and fear hit hard. This was the Yeremy that scared her senseless. This was the man she knew he was at heart. The man who only had to look at her to make her run away screaming. Well, she had once upon a time. Now, as times had passed, Lena'd fears had subsided slightly, but they were still ever-present, and she hated it. Hated the control this monster had over her. His words, however, surprised her. He wanted her to go out with him? What kind of sick game was he playing now? She wondered, trying to keep the fear out of her expression. Problem was, as he grabbed onto her, she no longer had control of her body and it started shivering slightly, a cold chilly feeling running down her spine.

Get it together, Lena... you can handle this. You can. Just.. don't look at him, she thought, and so, seeing the reason in her own words, Lena took her deep breath and looked down at her captured wrist. No eye-contact, that was the way to collect herself. It didn't take him long to speak again, to her regret. Malice was evident in his voice, and she could almost feel the restlessness and irritation seeping from him. Oh god, was he punishing her for the words she'd said earlier? It would be just like him, to let her think she was off the hook, then hit her hard afterwards. This, and many more scenarios played through Lena's mind, but she knew she had no choice. She couldn't go hiding behind a king not present, so instead, realizing her lack of choice in the matter, she looked back into Yeremy's scary eyes, breath shallow and a little too quick. She would handle this; she would not let fear paralyze her. She was over 500 years old, for Christ's sake, she should've been hardened by now. She wasn't though, but she didn't want to admit it to herself.

So she nodded solemnly at Yeremy and got up. "As my lord commands," she said, aiming for casual indifference, but the shaky quality of her words betrayed her fear, so she took a deep breath, glancing at the big hand holding her captive. If only she wasn't such a weak little halfling. If only she'd been what her father wanted her to be. But, if's never got anyone anywhere, so she disregarded the hopeless thoughts. She merely hoped Yeremy would grow bored with her as he did everything. He never could keep his interest going for anything anymore. She really hoped she wouldn't become like him when she got older. Bored with life, bored with existence, people, and she supposed, even the sun. She didn't think he took much pleasure in anything anymore, but she couldn't be sure. Yeremy was hard to read. She wanted to ask him where he was taking her, and why, but she didn't dare.

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Skylar Ksenia

Gloved hands held the small object easily in view, thumbs brushing over the hallowed eye sockets thoughtfully before continuing over each crack and chip with less interest than she held for the ivory coloured skull at first look. "So where's the rest of you?" The question hung unanswered in the air for many minutes, the lack of wind causing the words to flop soundlessly to the lush green ground. Carelessly the black clad figure stood from her previously crouched position to a more upright stand, right hand closing over the left side of the skull with unnecessary force as she did so. A placid expression settled across her shadowed features, an almost acrimonious air found itself settled around the lone figure and the cracking cranium. "I guess they're right when they say the dead only speak to the deserving," the monotone voice commented, "though I'd think it would be nice to know how your head ended up here of all places..." She trailed off having nothing left to say to the un-answering head. Though this was merely a small bump in the road, Skylar didn't really expect having a general conversation with the skull to actually do anything, so there was still plan Bravo, Charlie and Delta.

The Demon Captain turned from the site in which she found the lone skull, feeling exceedingly indifferent after her unsuccessful outing. Though Skylar couldn't help but wonder where the rest of the body was, with her knowledge of the human body she estimated that the death of the person belonging to the head had only been a few weeks... She knew the skin for certain had been eaten away by worms and burrowing bugs, they had left a warm trail but for how the head had come decapitated from the body was still a mystery to her. The bottom jaw was still intact yet there were signs of small fractures leading up to its joint with the top jaw. It was too much of a clean cut to of been made by a simple knife or dagger, yet the fractures and chips suggested a weapon much smaller than her own but bigger than a normal wood cutting axe. "It's possible for the victims neck to of been broken then the head severed off after he, or she was dead... But that would mean more fractures to the back of the skull..." Running a gloved hand through her slightly unkempt hair, Skylar decided it best to show one of the coroners back at the barracks where she herself dealt with most of her work and training -instead of the Kings own coroner who resided in the palace.
But of course that would have to wait until she returned home.

A quick glance at the darkened sky was enough to tell Skylar that it was soon to be moon-high here in Earth, the sun had finally left to rest and allowed the moon to a rise. To quite the contrary belief, Skylar -even being a demon- wasn't one to spend her entire day out in the sunlight, but then again she wasn't one for the ebony black of night either. Endurable to both with none she favoured. The demon captain enjoyed her repulsion to having one set like over another, it gave her an advantage in most things and allowed her to answer plainly with not having to explain her choice over something so childish and time consuming.

The blonde haired woman continued at a slow pace through the quiet streets of wherever this was on Earth, casting no looks at the modern looking houses and scenery. Everyday something seemed to change, so why bother making an effort to look around? Skylar found no need to waste time taking in details of a place she'll more than likely never visit again. She made it her duty to know every single nook and cranny of the place she called home, not some human inhabited land.
Without much thought she made her way up towards the place her King resided, casually wiping the remaining dirt off the skull without a body.

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Humans were so odd. They had to be distrustful creatures if they had to claim the legitimacy of their statements all the time. Lies were so easy to pick out from truth, but when they added those little words to the end of their explanations, it made him doubt the truthfulness of the speaker. Like they were trying to prove it to themselves. "I don't doubt the validity of your words, I wouldn't unless you provided reason for me to believe otherwise." He spoke. Green eyes flickered to the human for a second before turning away to look across the street they were currently on, at the people on the opposite sidewalk. Human were such foolish creatures. They weren't nearly as bothersome as the vampires or those damned lykaes though, they were more tolerable when one accepted their inherent stupidity.

They had to be nearing her home. And he'd forgotten one of the most important formalities. Perhaps because of the odd way they'd crossed paths. It kept popping up in his mind, frustrating him. Why had she followed him? But he should think about that now, no need becoming angry over such a little thing. He'd discover her intentions soon enough.

"I fear that I've not introduced myself to you." He said abruptly, his smooth accented voice not showing any of the inflection his words implied. It was almost a lie but for its status as a figure of speech. "My name is Sabine Marx. What may I have the pleasure of calling you, sunflower?" Again with the figures of speech. He'd learned to talk well, he could craft lovely sentences until his ears bled, and one could almost pretend that there was some type of subtle emotion behind the carefully crafted syntax.




James Dylor

James nodded reflectively at the blonde's first words. She spoke carefully. What was behind the careful structure of her words. Was she unhappy? Or was there more to her story. The young halfling wasn't going to press the female for more information on that front though. Her other words made his mind buzz though. Company? What? What was Bowen thinking to do? Did he want James to look after the girl, or did he have some other type of agenda in mind? James had not real time to think on it though, because another form had just turned the corner.

A tall male with dark hair, one of the lower servants, probably a message runner by the looks of him. His blue gaze flicked from the girl to the boy, and his eyebrow raised incrementally as he passed. He could only be fifty, perhaps a hundred years older than James, but he was much much taller than the diminutive halfer. He walked passed them, shooting James an irritated look, they were gumming up the hall after all, then slipping behind the washroom door. It closed with a thunk.

"We should probably get moving." James said, beginning to move down the hall. The surprise of meeting a young woman right outside the washroom door was starting to fade, and exhaustion was setting back in. His spine hurt and his eyes were beginning to droop. He blinked a couple times and looked at Belle again.

"What sort of...company does his lordship intend?" James asked carefully. He was wondering mentorship, not that he'd be very good at that, and why would a woman need to know how to perform his job when the King would never allow a woman to be his personal servant, or actually companionship. He couldn't fathom why Bowen would put that on him. It wasn't a particular burden, but he was fine, he didn't need companionship, he was getting on pretty well by himself, wasn't he? Wasn't he?

The anxious look flickered on his face momentarily, but the young male wiped it quickly, closing his eyes for a few seconds. His tiredness was making him paranoid wasn't it.

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She had been watching James carefully, trying to figure him out, but her musings were cut off when a servant she easily recognize walked towards them. Don't you dare talk to me, she thought, watching the servant as his eyebrows raised, but then he merely cast James a look and went into the bathroom. Belle released a slight breath of relieve, looking at James again. Perhaps Bowen had talked to the others about not giving her away. It would surely make her task easier, that was certain. If he hadn't, however, the servant had not followed protocol. If he knew who she was, he should'e greeted her with a bow, respectfully addressing her, recognizing her existence, and then he could walk past. She wondered if she should ask Bowen, but didn't really want to cause the servant harm. So she chose to ignore it, pretend that it hadn't happened.

When James spoke of leaving, Belle nodded and started walking with him. Next to him, but still slightly further behind. That was the place of a woman in most cases... until they got married, anyway. Then they could walk next to their husbands, somewhat as equals. Until then, women were beneath men. Of course Belle wouldn't usually be submissive when it came to servants, as they were bellow even her, but she supposed she had to play the part, so she did, as to not produce any suspicions in the young Lykae's mind. She couldn't quite have that.

It didn't take long for the man to look back at her. It was like his face had transformed, she noticed. He looked utterly prostrated with fatigue and she didn't like it. They weren't supposed to run people into the ground like that. This man needed sleep, badly... probably needed painkillers and some bandages with healing herbs to mend his hands, as she noticed. They looked like hell. Fortunately, Belle, as most noble women, had been taught in the art of medicine. Now, she couldn't become a human doctor, but she was passable as a nurse, she knew. And though Lykaes healed faster than humans, it would still take a couple of hours. She cocked her head slightly when he asked her another question, because she'd noted how he'd paused before company. She wasn't sure what was going on in the male's head, but if he thought her a whore, he had another thing coming, that was certain. Don't get ahead of yourself, Belle... he didn't technically imply anything in that matter, she reasoned, relaxing once more.

She watched James carefully while speaking, "I am to make sure that you do your job well enough for the king not to tear you to pieces," she said bluntly. No reason to lie about that. "But also, take care of you a bit. Which means you are now going to let me bandage your hands, before making sure there is no more tasks for you today. Then you will go to bed, because you're exhausted to the point of breaking down. It is obvious on your face." She gave him a soft, caring smile. Belle knew her words might sound harsh from anyone else, but her soft voice, joined with her caring tone, gave it another air. She'd been careful not to sound commanding. She didn't want him to view her that way. Here, now... she was not his superior. She wasn't sure why she cared about him already... she didn't know him, she'd only just really met him. He just seemed so... vulnerable, unknowingly desperate for a kind word, and it made her heart ache for him.

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She listened silently as he went on his little rant and started feeling contempt and utter disgust for him

"Fine, let's say you are king... Who would respect a man that can't keep his temper in check?" She let the disdain ooze out of her voice, looking him in the eyes. With people like this, she had to show her superiority. Alara was the one in control and this man... was the... prize? No, the word didn't seem to fit exactly, but she figured she could find a different word later. "What sane person would let them rule over them? They must be fools,"

Alara jotted down the reasons that Narek had stated. "Let's be clear on this..." She paused to let her cold tone of voice sink in. "I have no desire to be 'friends', it's people like you that make the world a bitter place. You can scratch your own back, I'll merely supervise and get you out of this mess you got yourself into."

She wasn't sure if her words even made any sense but she was sure the meaning was clear. She didn't like him. People like him repulsed her and she would do her job. Damn, if Norman hadn't called... if it had been someone else, Alara would have just walked out of there. "Obviously, you think of yourself very highly, however, in the court room, the judge is king and you will address him with the preferred title of, 'your honor'. Failure to do so, will be a strike against you. Another thing, do not speak unless I tell you to. With that mouth of yours, you might even lengthen your sentence or punishment."

Alara ran a hand through her thick black hair, out of her pale angular face. "It's your choice, really. Cooperate, or don't"


Yeremy


He gazed down at the servant girl and couldn't help but crack a blank, empty smile. It kind of amused him to feel her shake under his grip. Even as she spoke casual words, her voice held the fear she felt for him. Who wouldn't fear him at his state? Hell... even he didn't really know what to think anymore.

"Come along then." He walked fast, knowing Lena would stumble at his pace. His face and mind felt frozen, his jaw was clenched tight and his hands were clenched. He could feel his nails dig into the girl's flesh and felt the beating of her rapid pulse. Or was he imagining it.... On the way back down the stairs, Yeremy put on the mask of pleasantry as the two met up with the captain of the guards.

"Captain Skylar. Good evening." Yeremy dipped his slightly, swiftly. He did not need to do more as he was higher in ranking. Yeremy continued to walk down the stairs and took a turn to a hall that would lead to the outdoors. The urge to lose all self control was rapidly eating at him and he burst through the doors with his shoulder.

The cold air hit his handsome face and he started running. Yeremy didn't know where or why but he started running anyway. Before he did though, he tossed Lena onto his shoulder. She wouldn't be able to keep up and she weighed almost nothing.
Yeremy must have ran for about an hour when he came to a sudden stop at a large oak tree. He stood still for a moment before setting the servant down. Yeremy sank to the ground against the rough bark of the tree, head in his hands.

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Lena didn't speak, she didn't react really either as Yeremy dragged her, yes, actually dragged her along. She merely tried to keep up, chanting the words I'll be fine, over an over in her head. She ignored the pain of Yeremy's grip, having felt much worse, and she realized she was too slow to keep up with the demon, so she started running and almost bumped into Yeremy when he stopped to greet the captain, though she managed to stop herself mere inches from him and took a deep breath. She didn't have time to curtsy for the Captain as was the norm, because Yeremy was on the move again the second she'd truly caught her breath.

Where is he taking me?! Lena almost asked him, that was how desperate she was. He'd never taken her with him like this. She'd been wrong earlier... this was not the real Yeremy, this was much worse. She didn't understand what was wrong with him, but she registered enough to know that he was anxious to get out for some reason. She kept running after him, even when the frontdoors almost slammed into her. She gasped, retracting just a little to not have the door hit her in the face, but Yeremy kept pulling at her, so they did hit her, though only on the shoulder. She could feel her heart beat faster and faster and she knew Yeremy would be able to tell as well. She could only imagine what kind of perverted pleasure he'd take in the fact.

Before she realized he'd even lifted her, Yeremy had her pinned on his shoulder, moving at a pace humans could hardly see. She gasped, but shut herself up in the next instant. She'd said enough already and really wouldn't want to make things worse for herself. So instead, little Lena bit her lip and watched trees and people pass by with widened, scared eyes. She should have closed them, she knew, but she didn't like to not know what was going on, or how to find her way back to the mansion in case Yeremy decided to leave her some strange place.

It felt like forever, this ride of hers, and she'd hated it at first, fear flowing through her with every beat of her heart, but Lena had calmed after about 20 minutes... well, not entirely, but enough for her to enjoy the beauty of the wind. It was cold, and even more so because of Yeremy's speed, but she didn't complain, even as she could feel goosebumps spreading all over her skin. Then he suddenly put her down, causing Lena to sigh with relief. He hadn't thrown her, but had gently put her down. It seemed odd that he'd do so if he had set out to punish her. Her mind was reeling, her body quite unbalanced from adrenaline and shock, and she didn't even want to talk about the nausea creeping up on her. Lena rubbed her forehead a little, before realizing that Yeremy wasn't looming over her, or touching her, or even talking to her. She frowned to see him, head in hands against the oak tree he'd apparently stopped at.

She didn't know what to do. Why did he bring me? she wondered, perplexed at this new side to the adviser. She had known him for centuries, but in all that time, he had not shown her this side. This was sincere. It wasn't mean, hurtful or even fake. Fake was a good word to describe the demon when he was around most people, and he was good at his little act too, though this was different. Yeremy was troubled... of all people to be feeling such a thing. It stunned her, and she thought maybe he... needed... someone. Need? she asked herself. Yeremy doesn't need anything.

As she stood there, watching him in silence, wondering what to do, Lena's physical uneasiness ceased. Even the fear had almost disappeared. She no longer thought he sought to punish her, but rather wanted company... yet he didn't want to be at the mansion, where there was lots of it. Perhaps he's tired of hiding who he is, her mind peeped unexpectedly, and as the idea occurred to her, she realized that must be it. She sighed softly and moved to sit down in front of him, not really caring what happened to her the dress so light in color. She had experience when it came to getting the weirdest things out of clothes. She didn't say anything, but rather watched Yeremy, not quite sure if she should speak, or let him speak to her when he felt like it. So she did the safe thing and kept her mouth shut, peering up at the majestic figure with big, brown eyes, through heavy, dark lashes.

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His thumbs pressed against his temples and Yeremy took in a deep slow breath. His own pulse was starting to calm and he inhaled again. The cool air seemed to snap him out of his confused state, making him snap open his own emerald green eyes immediately. Yeremy almost flinched as he saw Lena right in front of him, her dark brown eyes fixed on him. Poor girl. She had to put up with all of his crap. The unexpected sympathy made his lips tilt up in a small sarcastic smile. It wasn't directed at the girl though.

She looked small, worn and... curious. She was so tiny in comparison to him. Yeremy sighed again as he got his thoughts under control. It seemed as if his personal demons were plaguing his mind. He had everything he could possibly ask for. People listened to him, respected him, liked him. So why was he so...lost? Yeremy ran his long scarred fingers through his dark hair and kept his gaze trained on the girl in front of him. She was real. The things in his mind weren't. It was simple, right? Yeremy didn't know anymore. This was the first time he had lost control like that. Usually he was an expert. People only saw what he wanted them to see. Nothing else. However, Lena had always been there to see him when he least expected it. So he tortured her mentally. Yeremy hadn't liked her seeing that weak side of him.

"Do I scare you right now?" He asked in a low tone. Yeremy lowered his gaze down to his knees. "You were before,"
Her pulse had sped up to an impossible speed, and he had relished it. But thinking back on it now, made him feel absolutely nothing. "Tell me the truth?"

What would she say? He had known this servant for a long time. She was sometimes easy to read, other times, no.

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Haven lifted her gaze to the man. "Haven Parker," she said. "Nice to meet you, Sabine Marx." Sabine. That was a female name. Well, she supposed that it might've been masculine in other cultures. After all, he didn't sound American. He was most definitely foreign. It was the accent. Russian, perhaps? Maybe. Ah well, she'd just go with Russian. After all, he was reading War and Peace.

She was pleased to have learned the man's name, although she had not really thought about the fact that she hadn't known up until then. It wasn't every day she met someone new. Especially one as otherworldly appearing as Sabine. She'd surprised herself a bit by using "otherworldly" to describe the man. But... that was how he looked. It might've been an overstatement, but there were much more dramatic terms she could've used. 

Haven almost didn't recognize the little road leading to her apartment building. She noticed the sign and she slowed. They walked down the little road and she hopped up onto the top step in front of the door that led to the lobby. Haven turned and faced him, reaching up to her golden hair, pleased to note that her clip was still secured in place. She shrugged off Sabine's coat and handed it to him. 

"Thank you, Sabine," she said. "Good night, and it was nice meeting you."

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Looking into her eyes again, he notice that she knew he was staring at her neck. "I'm just complimenting on your dress coding, it's really an attention getter. But, when I came in here, you were sitting here with your elegancy." He looked away for a bit then back at her,"What is your name dear?" Giving her a slight smirk, before looking around at the humans dancing and making a fool of themselves. "Would you mind me asking a lovely young lady like you a little question." 

Saying that he leaned closer to her but, stopping only when their noses were a few inches away from contacting each other. Looking into her eyes, at first when he touched her smooth skin. He felt her body turn warm. Which made him think if she enjoyed his company, and he certainly enjoyed hers. Smiling at her charmingly he wondered how she would answer his question.

"Do you, enjoy my company, madam?" He said as he took his hand and it grabbed hers gently. He could feel her heart beat in a vein. He leaned down towards the hand he was holding. Kissing it and moved up the arm, he opened his mouth and he couldn't resists his fangs showing. He was going in for a bite, but he suddenly stopped himself.

Leaning away from the hand he was holding. He moved back to where he was. Nose inches away from hers but, he straitened back up. Waiting for her replies to his questions. Letting go of her hand, he smiled at her because, he saw the glint in her eye.

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Lena


Lena watched Yeremy for a long time before he looked up at her, his emerald eyes meeting her brown ones. Compatible colours really, but not compatible people, that was certain. However, something was so different about him right now; he seemed lost... like he needed help finding his way, and Lena felt this sudden urge to help him. Damn her compassion; this man had made her into his own, personal little plaything, taunting her at every turn, and now, because she saw momentary weakness in him, she wanted suddenly to help him? When he'd never lifted a finger for her? Why? Lena let out a soft sigh, her eyes soft. As he ran his hand through his dark hair, eyes so troubled, Lena's fear disappeared all together. Right now, there wasn't anything to fear from Yeremy. Actually, she had a feeling he needed her to help him with something, but she couldn't quite figure out what or how.

Then he asked her whether she was scared, and she was just about to answer yes, because it had always been her answer. That's what they wanted from her; fear, so if she just gave in and pretended to be, even when she wasn't, they left her alone... or, somewhat anyways. But when the adviser added those four words; "Tell me the truth," Lena couldn't lie, mostly because he seemed to hopeless... he actually looked down as if he didn't want to meet her gaze. Well, technically she could lie, but she didn't want to right now. Not with him, not with this unusual side of Yeremy. So instead, Lena did something she'd never done before; spoke true and straightforwardly.

"No, my lord." She said with a slight shrug, still watching him with soft eyes. "But... I'm... curious as to why you brought me here. Why you took me with you. And... I'd like to know how I can help."

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She sat at the edge of the dancefloor on a rather uncomfortable chair, a glass of scotch in her hand. Vampires could handle a lot of alcohol, so though she was working, Devyn could easily have a bottle or two before feeling even slightly tipsy. Unlike the ravenhaired girl Uriel had decided to suck dry tonight. It caused a wry smile to adorn her beautiful features, watching them casually. She was an easy target - the drunk ones always were, and she thought it rather amusing that the adviser who so took pride in his conquests, would downgrade himself in such a way. She supposed he was merely bored, though. But she couldn't quite figure out why on earth he'd joined the king here - wasn't much his scene. Especially not the music, she knew.

Then again, sometimes Uriel just did some very curious things, and it forced her to be dragged along with him, because she was on adviser-duty this year. It was a drag sometimes, and at other times it was merely entertaining, because though Uriel may be many things, he was not boring. Except when he was out seducing his females. That's what Uriel did... seduce and conquer. She snorted softly as she thought it, because... well, it just fit so perfectly. She glanced briefly at her king, conversing with a freckled redhead. She was pretty, sure, but a bit plain... then again, for some reason, her king preferred them like that. Wasn't her place to judge, though, so her gaze reverted to the handsome adviser and his 'dancepartner'. She was another story. Gorgeous, but they always were... Uriel's girls. She couldn't recall him ever taking an ugly broad. Even just for feeding, nothing short of beautiful did it for the man... no, manwhore. That's what he was.

She raised an eyebrow at him, wry smile in place, as she caught his gaze briefly. She knew he'd know what she meant by the subtle message: 'that's the best you can do?' It was a silent challenge, really. She loved their little games. She knew he wanted her, he knew she wouldn't let him have it. It infuriated him to no end, she was quite aware, and so... over time, as he'd kept trying, their relationship had turned from guard and adviser to something resembling a friendship... well, as much of a friendship they were able to have, anyways. It was mostly him flirting, her teasing and a lot of sexual tension. In this case, she just couldn't help herself. This darkhaired girl couldn't possibly be any sort of challenge. Now, if she'd been sober... it would've be another story altogether.

Devyn took a sip of her scotch, scanning the room in the span of the fraction of a second, before letting her amber eyes land on Uriel once more. Couldn't very well let him out of her sight, if she was to make sure he stayed alive now, could she?

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"Fools? You think me to be a ruler of halfwits? You push your luck me with Alara, very few can speak to me in such a way." Narek tried to speak in as quiet of an angry voice as he could, which would be a normal voice. Such a woman in his courts would be done away with if she were to speak to the king in this way. Controlling when and how he should speak, declining alliances, placing humans above him. What could he do really? Again he could break free and run away, but that might hinder his reputation. Being captured was bad enough but not killing everyone would be no remedy.

He placed his hands over his face and let out a disgruntled sigh, then brought his hands back down on the table. "What would you have me do, dress like a jester and dance around while telling humorous jokes? Play a myriad of instruments to the judges content? Perhaps throw my self onto the floor and ask for eternal forgiveness." He did not take kindly to the idea of being judged when he was the greater being. Does this judge know of the early Chinese way of torture? The judgment passed upon heathens for unrighteous beliefs? Has he read of the wise kings of old that could tell a worm from a giraffe and call them equal? All of these Narek knew since he was a new born, how could a foolish human give just punishments if he could not laugh at a rose but also be hurt by its' thorns.

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"Very few..." Alara let a small smirk curl her lips. "I guess that you use fear to rule your... kingdom?" She was just humoring him. There were no kingdoms anymore. Not that she knew of anyway.

"What would you have me do, dress like a jester and dance around while telling humorous jokes? Play a myriad of instruments to the judges content? Perhaps throw my self onto the floor and ask for eternal forgiveness." Narek said bitterly and she rolled her eyes.

"There isn't a need to be so melodramatic." She leaned over to him, her eyes piercing his own. Her fingers pressed into the table. "However, you are obviously in the wrong. When it is your turn to speak, you will ask forgiveness. No matter the offense, violence is usually not the answer." Alara spoke in a low, cold tone. "I don't know where you come from, but here, if you hit someone, they have the total right to press charges."

Either Narek wasn't from here or he was one of those super rich boys that got away with everything because of their parents money. Maybe they both applied to him. Narek definitly seemed spoiled to the core. A rich brat. Alara sighed and flicked away a piece of her black hair.

"Are you willing to do as I say? Or should I leave right now and leave you to defend yourself?" Alara asked, she was getting impatient. "I have no wish to work with someone who will ruin my reputation."


Yeremy


Her soft voice was in his ears. Yeremy almost didn't understand what she had said. He had expected her voice ot shake, to tremble... to be filled with fear as it usually was. This time it was filled with curiosity and maybe sincerity. Should he be honest with her. His pale face was tight and weary but his full pink lips cracked into a blank, bitter grin.

"No, my lord." She said quietly, shrugging slightly. Her eyes still watched him and he raised his head to peer back at her brown eyes. "But... I'm... curious as to why you brought me here. Why you took me with you. And... I'd like to know how I can help."

"Let's see..." Yeremy trailed off, his right index finger tracing a pattern in the dirt. What should he say? Should he return her sincerity with his own? Why not? It isn't as if what she thought mattered. Even if she told people what he said to her, no one would believe a word she said. He was Yeremy Markovich after all. The Demon King's faithful advisor.

"It feels like I'm losing myself," He spoke softly, it was the first time he spoke the dreaded words aloud, and it almost made him lash out. At what... at who.. he didn't know but the urge was still there. "Nothing seems to matter anymore. I don't find anything about life enjoyable. It's almost as if I'm already dead." Yeremy stood up, feeling the need to stretch his long legs. "That thought alone makes me crazier than I already am." He smiled up at the sky. But it was an empty motion.

"As for what you could do for me...." Yeremy turned and looked down at Lena, making direct eye contact. He reached into his coat pocet and pulled out a small gleaming knife. Despite its size, the weapon was obviously sharp and deadly. "Slit my throat,"

He repeated it in a whisper. "Slit my throat with this if you feel anything for me." It shouldn't be too hard. Lena, he was aware of, had always hated him. She probably dreamed of stabbing him at night. Yeremy knew he was desipicable. But the thing was, he wasn't sure if he wanted to live or die.

This... test would show if he had any will to live. If he still had some, Yeremy's instincts would kick in and he would be able to disarm Lena in a heart beat. If not... then he would die.

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Looking up at the girl he tilted his head just a little at her as she told him that woman doesn't like when guys kiss their hand without permission. The woman at his kingdom liked it and he greeted all the woman the same way. But, again he kept forgetting that this was not his kingdom, this was the weird and different human world. Also he couldn't do what he usually does when he's in his own place. He smiled a little when she nibbled only once on his earlobe. Then his smile faded as he heard her say what did he really want.

That was a real easy one to him and a different answer for her. He knew he wanted to feed on her blood but, what did she think he wanted from her? He sat there and thought for a while before finally coming to realisation. Did she actually think that he wanted that from her? He knows that he has had a few of those nights but, that right now isn't really the cause. She looked quite stunning this very night, but he wouldn't really want to take advantage of her.

Well, that is if you count out the part that he just wanted her blood so that he could kill the hunger, for a little while. Then, other than that, he did not want anything else from her but that. "Mam, I think you have me clearly mistaken. I don't want anything from you. So why not tell me your name?" He did want something from her and that was her blood. But, he refused to look back at her neck. He just didn't want to make the mistake of feeding off of her in the public.

She really didn't know who she was talking to at the moment. But, she will soon find out it and since she was a human. It would surprise her most of all when she does find out. "I'm terribly sorry if I led you the wrong way mam." He wanted something but, it wasn't to have sexual relations with her, he has his nights and this one was not it. "Though I do want something else from you." His fangs were still out but, not enough for her to see them, she would see them very soon.

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Another thing Uriel hated about the 'modern' world was the dancing. It was no longer elegant, it was... well, something else. In his eyes, you had two types of 'modern' dancing the ones where people make a circle around one or a few people, and they preform acts of dexterity and skill. This was fine in small dosages as no one should get more attention then he, no matter how many times they could spin themselves on their head like a child's toy. Then you had the one he despised: Grinding. Two bodies rubbing against each other was not dancing. It was just uncomfortable, but it was what this ravened haired beauty wished to do which told him she was at least attracted to him, and of course, his own body betrayed him letting her knew he was indeed, attracted to her. Arms wrapped around her stomach, he let his chin rest on his shoulder as she moved back and forth... His eyes caught his beloved guard, Devyn, eyes. That smile... How dare she!

She was challenging his greatness! Of course, that was most likely a gross exaggeration of his skills, but the audacity! He could get any woman! Granted, he was still working on her, but he had all the time in the world. For a woman like Devyn, you had to slowly worm your way into her heart with flirtations and other smaller methods. Giving her the once over, he knew it would be worth it. Experience told him such things. Devyn would not be a name he forgot when he had her. Because he would, it was always just a matter of time, so he gave a soft shrug, lifting his hands off her belly to give a 'what can you do pose.' Then pointed to Devyn, and then the girl in his arms asking, 'Want to take her place?'. He would drop this girl like a bad habit if it meant conquering his beloved guard. On the other hand, she did need to get laid. It would probably do her leaps and bounds if she simply gave in the to temptation, of course, if she chose another guy over him that would drive him up the wall. No man was better then he. Period.

The black haired beauty, even through her drunken haze seemed to notice something was wrong, "Hey..." She asked her eyes narrowing, "Is that your girlfriend?" Uriel fought hard to keep the laugh down. Girlfriend? Him? Outrageous. No woman was enough for him. Trying to summon up her name, but forgetting, he carried on, "Ex-girlfriend. She follows me around sometimes. I feel sorry for her, so I haven't reported it to the police." Luckily, he continual staring helped his story, "Cheated on me. With her trainer." He said softly, and thanks to his 'ex-girlfriends' stares and her own drunken state, she ate it up. "Cheated on you? Is she crazy?" She said her breath heavy with whiskey. Aw, how dear of her, trying to compliment him. Of course, she was drunk, be he was egotistical enough to take that compliment.

"I was the crazy one." Uriel said fighting back an imaginary tear, "To have trusted someone." over three thousand years of practice went into his fine performance. "Oh..." The black haired woman said caught off guard by the sudden 'vulnerability' of Uriel. "How can I trust you?" He whispered into her ear.. and she answered by capturing his lips in his own, but even as he used his great technique mastered over the countless conquest, he still managed to give his beloved guard a couple raising of the eyebrows.

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Skylar wasn't exactly certain as to how she would constantly became so bored with the human world. Maybe it was for the lack of excitement and entertainment that she bored so easily with this loud place, or possibly because she never actually bothers with going out and looking for something to do. So far the only eventful things to happen today was her newly found cranium and the sight of Yeremy dragging one of the Kings servants down the hall, more than likely to one or the others impending doom.
With a sigh, the captain changed into more suitable clothes to wear out in the bustle of humans, inwardly cringing at the thought of having to wear such clothes every day. Personally she thought most of the female humans walk around half naked, wearing the scraps of material off other clothes, the blonde couldn't help but wonder whether any of them noticed their behinds falling out the bottom of their shorts. Uncharacteristically, Skylar pulled a disgusted face at the metal image she was receiving. "That's something I never want to think of again." She muttered, pulling on a pair of black high heels as she did so. Without a glance in the mirror Skylar casually walked out of the room she occupied while running through a list of places she knew were around, the repetitive 'clack' of her shoes echoing quietly.

Boredly, she once again found herself wandering aimlessly down a lighten up street after once again failing to stay more than an hour in one of the sweat smelling human nightclubs, pulling at the material of her black mid-thigh, cocktail dress. The smell of hormones flying and alcohol stained breath was almost over power to her. Did these people not know the pluses to hygiene and being clean?

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Lena


Lena listened, she didn’t move, she didn’t speak. She merely watched the adviser thoughtfully as he spoke. And continued to speak
 and then he spoke some more. Most others would’ve probably told him shut up with the self-pity and get it together, but not Lena. She, though Yeremy had made her life hell, had never felt actual hate towards the man. She honestly wasn’t even sure she was capable of such feelings. She was much too
 soft, you might say. He scared her often, yes. He annoyed her frequently, not secret there, but still, Lena could not bring herself to feel contempt towards him. So when Yeremy asked her to slit his throat, she frowned, looking up at him, her big brown eyes still thoughtful. She wasn’t scared. Actually, at this point, she felt pity. Yes, of all things, she pitied him. He had a wonderful life for a demon, yet he was not mentally strong enough to keep living
 hell, he couldn’t even kill himself. Instead, he asked her to. It was sad.

Lena’s eyes wandered to the knife in his hand, and then on a sigh, she gracefully stood and brushed grass off of her dress, before she looked up at Yeremy once more, her eyes void of any emotions. Lena had not wielded a weapon of any sort for many, many years. Not since her father had sought to harden her by training her in combat. And that was centuries ago. Long before she took up service with the king. Her gaze flickered from Yeremy’s flawless face, to the knife, and then back again. She wasn’t entirely sure what to say to this awe-inspiring figure, though honestly what she was allowed to say was more of an issue. He had allowed her to speak freely twice today already, so she supposed she should try her luck. See how honest he permitted her to be with him this night.

“My lord, I do not feel anything but pity. Pity that you, with the life you lead, with the power you possess, would feel like this. And then, I feel sad
 because I wonder if this has come with age, and whether I, with my life, will tire much before I reach the same amount of years.” She cocked her head slightly, her eyes going soft before she slowly took a step forward, her body suddenly very close to his, before she took the knife from him. “I do not understand you, my lord.” She then concluded, eyes moving to gaze at the silly knife. She didn’t yet know whether she would do it or not. At one point, she feared it was a trick, and at another, she felt like she had to do as he told her to. She was a servant after all. Granted, she was highest ranking, technically, than all the others, but still just a servant. Compared to Yeremy, that was nothing.

Another point here, was that she couldn’t quite bring herself to feel the cold she needed to take a life. She never had before, and she didn’t much like it that he’d take her blood-virtue in such a matter. It was the only virginity she had left. The sexual one had been taken long ago, by a guard when she first came to the castle. Since then, they’d liked to have fun with her, but it didn’t bother her much anymore. She had learned to shut things off
 how to make her brain and body go numb. Sometimes she was sore the next day, though, and then she’d be reminded how they’d used her and she’d sometimes feel so enraged that she’d almost cry, but she never did. She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction
 she just wouldn’t.



Sapphire


Sapphire listened to whatever she could hear through the loud music. For some reason, the guy didn’t bother raise his voice to let her hear his words properly, though she did catch the meaning of his little speak. It made her cast him another wry smile, raising a single eyebrow.

“You don’t want anything from me, yet you want ‘something else’ from me. Am I the only one who caught the stupidity of those sentences in the same word-flow? Look, dude. I really don’t appreciate the games. I’m a pretty straight-forward girl, so I like it when others are straight with me too.” She said, a little annoyed with him. It appeared she’d rejoiced too early. This guy was obviously not someone she wanted to hang around too much. She thought she might just explode what with all the weird things he said and did. And he called her ‘mam’. Who did he think she was? Her mother? Gods. Sapphire drew in a deep breath and scanned the room for Gwen again. Grr
 still a no-show. Well, then Saph was leaving without her. Wasn’t the first time she’d had to. However, she really needed to pee first, even without having had a drink. It was probably the whine from dinner.

Then she looked the guy over once more, sighing at all the attractive male going to waste with him being such a weird one. Saph then slid down the chair, grabbed her purse from the counter and looked the man over. Well, she supposed he could have her name. Wouldn’t hurt, so she leaned into him, and whispered just loud enough for him to hear, into his ear. “The name’s Sapphire,” she spoke, not adding anything else before spinning around on her heel and walking to the toilet, hips swaying elegantly. It didn’t appear like something she did consciously, and she didn’t
 it was just the way Sapphire walked, whether she was drunk or not, she always kept in perfect balance.



Devyn


When Uriel gestured for her to take the human’s place on the dancefloor, she almost laughed out loud, but kept it to an amused snort. Like she’d every downgrade herself to that kind of dancing. She wasn’t some cheap human, who got drunk and then jumped anything with a pulse. No, Davyn had class, which Uriel very well knew already, so she wasn’t going to tell him that. Sure, she had danced with him, but that had always been back home, where dancing was actually dancing
 not sex with clothes in public.

Sometimes she wondered why humans did what they did, and how their brains worked, because it must be different than hers. Of course, Devyn had been born a vampire, and had, like the majority, killed her mother in the process, so she wouldn’t know anything about the processes of the human minds. She could ask countless vampires, she supposed, but it would never be the same as experiencing it herself. Besides, most vampires hardly remembered their human days, and she wasn’t about to sit down and have a friendly chat with a human. They were food; that was it. She tolerated them for that simple reason and that reason only. She couldn’t figure out why so many vampires took such joy in conversing with the creatures so beneath them. Amusement was the reason for most, she guessed, but she just failed to see the fun in it. They were inexperienced, young, feeble creatures, whether they were male or female, and Devyn
 well, she got bored with humans and their lives.

As a reply to Uriel's quiet question, she merely shook her head once, and sipped her drink, listening in on their conversation, and actually laughed out loud, though softly, when the girl assumed her to be Uriel’s girlfriend, but when Uriel started spinning his web of lies, making her something she in no way was, her amusement faded and gave way to slight irritation. She realized he couldn’t exactly tell the female that Devyn was his guard, but he sure as hell didn’t have to turn her into some pathetic, lovesick little girl. Her gag-reflexes made an appearance as the ravenhaired did the whole “oh my gosh
 you’re way too handsome! How could she do that?!”-thing.

So when the woman started kissing Uriel, having fallen for his act, as they all did, Devyn narrowed her eyes at him, catching the look in his eyes and those triumphantly raised brows. Irritation made her hungry and her amber eyes gleamed with the feeling. Of course he’d drive her to this. Now she’d have to feed tonight. Problem was, she couldn’t leave Uriel, so she’d either have to feed on his little plaything, or him
 which always made her a little
 lustful, so to speak. Yes, contrary to popular belief, vampires could actually feed on other vampires, though it didn’t quite sustain them as long as that of a human. It bugged her to no end that they couldn’t very well bring a few human slaves with them into the human world. They were her emergency blood-source, but here, as she was Uriel’s assigned protector for an entire blasted year, she didn’t have slaves, and she couldn’t leave his side to feed. She still watched them, though her glares had become more subtle, only for him to notice, really. Oh, she’d just bet he loved this, the asshole.

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Narek was peaked by one word, reputation. Could she be one who wants to be... no, no she's not like that. She doesn't have that instinct, that desire to climb over everyone's corpses just to achieve that higher glory.

"Let's get this over with as soon as possible, all of these rules seem much more than I care for. I became king because I am the strongest and greatest Lykae alive. Simple things as this bare no significance to me." This really was annoying for Narek, all of these things. How could such a small distance make a grande difference like this. He would have to take this out on someone or something when he got back. Also, his communication skills were not suited for being in the weaker seat.

Couldn't this woman tell that he shouldn't be treated like this? After all he's said, does she think he's a crazy man? Of course he knew what time period it was but hasn't all that's happened in the past be enough to leave this world in a better place? Of course not, she understood nothing of Lykae regalness.

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"I wonder if the king has come back yet..." Yeremy murmured, touching the blade with a finger. The sharpness sliced his skin and a trickle of bright red blood trickled out. Pity... He also felt pity for his own cowardice. She was right after all... he did have quite the life compared to other demons. Yet... what kind of a life was this?

"Isn't this the same as death?" He whispered quietly, putting the weapon away. "I am sure your young life has been hard." He started walking off in some direction, not really paying any mind to where he was going. "But I've seen some awful things...." Yeremy's experiences were things he had never ever uttered a word about. Almost no one knew much about his history. He was Yeremy Markovich, the admirable advisor to the king. That was all. "You must think of me as weak. You're right. It is much harder to suffer and live than to welcome death."

Yeremy sighed. He had been cursed with immortality. Maybe this was why he spent so much time in the human world? He envied them so much. "I apologize for makling your life hard. I'm sure it won't happen again." Yeremy was positive it wasn't going to happen again. He smiled and turned to look at her. "If I want to keep any sanity left inside of me, I think I've got to leave this place. I don't know how Sabine can live this long and still be as normal as he's always been. I guess he was just a better creature than I ever was."

He didn't feel any shame in admitting it. Yeremy was a very good actor. Demons thought he was wonderful. Humans thought he was godly. But he didn't really have much self respect.... though arrogance, yes. "I'll speak with some of the guards before I go... Have a nice life Lena. Don't end up like me."

Yeremy started off toward the castle. Maybe living with humans would change him somewhat. A change of scenery had always been helpful.


Alara


"There are different types of strength." Alara sighed. She was absolutely exasperated at this man. Was he willing to cooperate or not? Why wouldn't he give her straight answer? "Listen here. If you don't want to go to jail. You're going to have to listen to me. You got that?" Her voice was lettting her annoyance through and that irked her. She was usually able to keep her emotions in check. "I don't care if you're a Lykae King. Right now, you have to do as I say, or you won't be ruling any time soon." Tch. She almost snorted contemptuously. "What kind of king has a criminal record?"

"If I didn't owe Norman a favor. I would have walked out twenty minutes ago." Alara stood. "I don't have time for this. You obviously are not going to work with me on this. I'll be back tomorrow for your hearing at nine o'clock. Make your decision by then. I'm a busy woman Narek. I have work to do, people to see. A life to live..." She grabbed her bag and put the remaining papers in a folder. "Have a nice night, Narek."

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Lena


She started walking just as Yeremy did, but she kept quiet like lways when someone else spoke. Every time he finished a sentence, she could sense he was not yet done, and so, she waited as was her custom. He had taken the knife from her, which relieved her quite a lot. Took the dilemma out of her hands, thankfully. Though some of his words, as she listened, eyes on him at all times, having no trouble walking without watching her steps, disturbed her. Mostly because they were... unexpected. This whole night had been so very unexpected. Gods, did she miss the king's company right now. Her blissfully simple king, who kept himself as sane as a demon could be, and didn't punch hole in everything she knew and was used to.

Lena wasn't very good with change; never had been, and this night with Yeremy had been nothing but. Her eyes narrowed slightly when he spoke of leaving. She might never have been his biggest fan, but leaving the king was treason. There were things to be expected of an adviser. Having been with the king for so long, Yeremy had information and knowledge about the kingdom and its ruler that should never get out of his head. This also meant that that specific post, just like that of personal servant, were life long commitments. To leave was punishable by death. That was what the law said, and she should know... she'd read every book she could get her hands on, when she had time. Knowledge like that was valuable, especially because she had no physical strength to brag about.

Lena sighed when she finally had the feeling that Yeremy was done talking, and looked around her, at the beautiful moon, the stars, the dark night lit by these, and then at Yeremy. He was so casual with her right now, she felt she should be with him too, but centuries of punishment for one wrong word, had branded the instinct of humble obedience and politeness into her. So instead, Lena kept the usual tone, though she attempted to stay honest. She truly was grateful that he'd try and help her. She was also grateful, though puzzled, that the man had told her he would never make her life hell again. This was altogether a weird conversation to have with Yeremy, but she saw something in him here, in this moment, that she didn't think she'd ever seen in a demon before... kindness. He was being kind to her. Her, of all people.

The king tolerated her, and he bordered on kind sometimes, but true kindness and a desire to make a amends... help her. It was surprising, and she didn't want to let it go. If this Yeremy disappeared, just when she'd met him, she was certain she'd break down. She has waited for so torturously long for just one demon to speak to her kindly, merely out of feeling like it, and here he was... doing just that. She knew it was selfish, but she couldn't just let him walk away. Not only because of the whole treason thing, but because she thought perhaps he was what she to stay sane herself.

"My lord is being kind," Lena said, letting whatever she was feeling show in her eyes... on her face. "But, I fear my lord is being rash. I beg you to reconsider your wish to leave his grace. My lord has been hiding many things, I can tell as much, but I must ask whether or not talking has helped. I have read it has such effects on many." Lena, though speaking, continued her walk with Yeremy, drawing a deep breath once she stopped talking. She had had a bit of trouble phrasing it without sounding like she knew better than him, or that she feared for him. She merely thought she... perhaps needed him. Maybe in time, she would be able to speak more freely too.


Bowen


Bowen had spent the last hour tracking his brother's scent, growing impatient and a bit more annoyed than he had been when he left the mansion, with the hopes that Belle would be good for James. When the trail led him straight to the police station, Bowen couldn't quite suppress the growl deep in this throat. It was a menacing sound, making a nearby couple scurry away from him. He had a predator's air about him, he knew. It was something only alpha males had, and Bowe definitely had Alpha-material, however... Narek was king, and though Bowe's instincts sometimes had him fucking frustrations out of his system, he accepted that. He didn't want to be king anyway; only his instincts did, and those... Bowe could not change. He was programmed a certain way.

Bowe straightened his casual suit, blazer open to reveal a white button-up shirt with two buttons open at the neck, and walked into the station. He wore no tie; he never did, but his attire was as always, collected and professional in the human world. He saw some lone guy at a desk, and took a deep breath, calming himself. If he was to get his brother out of yet another mess, it wouldn't do that he appeared just as menacing, so instead he calmly walked to the guy. The conversation was short. Bowen was told that his brother was with a lawyer, where-after he had calmly and perhaps with a bit of cold intimidation, informed the guy that he didn't much care for such practicalities, and that he had the power to put him out of a job if he didn't let him in, so... as they always did, the guy let him pass. There was no lie in the matter. Bowe had spent a lot of time in the human world. He was the reason they were all so well-off, and he had some serious contacts you did not want to mess with.

Bowe didn't spend unnecessary time talking to the officer, so he merely stalked to the room and walked straight inside, no knocking whatsoever. As he closed the door behind him, his gaze flickered from ravenhaired woman, to furious king. Great, so he's in a good mood then, Bowen thought ironically as he cleared his throat to make sure he had everyone's attention before he spoke, eyes on the lawyer. She was young for a lawyer. Most likely new, fresh out of college, he gathered.

"Hello," he said, presenting the woman with a big, calloused hand, "My name is Bowen Tane and I'm here to post bail for my brother there. Please, do not argue with me on this one. I have had a very long day, and I presume you'd rather go home than spend any unnecessary time here aswell." His words weren't hostile, nor were they friendly. They simply were, just like tone of voice and everything in his expression, but the usual vibe people got off of him, were intimidating enough as it was, to every human. He wasn't exactly trying to scare the woman, as she had yet to deny him anything, but he did make it his business to appear a professional business man, and he knew his Lykae-origin only added to that specific air of power successful men often had.

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Sabine watched as the blonde touched her clip again. The flower. It seemed to be a nervous habit of her's. Did she have a problem trusting the integrity of the clip, or had it fallen out one too many times for her? He received his coat, leaving it folded over his arm rather than go to the bother of shrugging it back on. His eyes flicked over her face one last time, then he bowed to her and arranged his countenance into a slight smile. He could, when he wanted to. Usually he was to apathetic to try, but this game promised hours of entertainment, yes?

For good measure, as the slender male lifted his head back up he leaned forward slightly, His profile very close to the human's face, and he spoke in a soft drawling purr. "Keep a watch out for yourself, flower. You might meet another daemon, and I'm sure he probably won't be as kind as I am." His eyes flickered as he turned away, the ghost of the fake smile caressing his lips in amusement. Perhaps he still did want to scare her. He wanted a fearful reaction. But this time, he wasn't going to look back to see if he'd achieved his goal.

"It was a pleasure to meet you." He spoke over his shoulder as he walked off, graceful in a measured way. In his belly he knew he'd be back, and somehow that knowledge brought a mixture of emotions to his belly. Partly annoyance, a bit of real anger, which was mostly directed towards the third feeling, which was unidentifiable. The only thing he knew for certain was that it didn't fall in the lust category. But it wasn't affectionate in the way he held affection for little Lena, she was his rag doll, and this young woman, Haven, was no such thing. She was a mystery and a puzzle.




James Dylor

Well, the not getting ripped apart sounded rather nice. James decided. But he still wasn't absolutely convinced that he wanted this...company. He preferred his singularity. Okay, no that wasn't true, he'd enjoyed the friendships he'd built when he was a human, even though they ended every time he'd had to move. The forty or so years he'd spent blending in with humans, moving from one primary school to another, then secondary school, then finally a array of high schools. Lykaes didn't age exactly like humans, and people would have become suspicious of his seeming eternal youth. But really. James always opted for suffering quietly, because it was easier. He could rely on himself well enough. He couldn't die, and if he let himself down, well, it'd be the very end of it and he wouldn't really have to worry about it anymore anyway.

"O-okay." He said as she belted his new agenda out in a gentle tone. It didn't seem to mix with what she said, but James was too tired to work things out at the moment. And well, it sounded kind of nice. It was pleasant having someone notice his condition and offer aid. It was nice to be cared about, even if it was by someone he wasn't entirely sure about, someone he barely knew. His eyes hit her face again, and an almost smile lifted up his tired face slightly.

Thank you, Miss." He spoke softly. He'd forgotten to call her as she'd requested, but oh well. Habits die hard, he supposed. no use in stumbling over himself to fix the mistake. It was like the fact that she'd been walking slightly behind him. it irritated him, admittedly. not that she was doing that, but because she had to do that. The human mindset, while still rather sexist, hadn't been that bad when he was living there. But he wasn't going to kick up a fuss over it. Now, at least. If she was going to be 'companioning' him, or whatever the heck it was that she was going to do to keep his body intact and the King's floors free of his blood, he was going to set some things down about all the silly customs of the Lykaes. He wasn't having that, it'd probably make his head explode. or something like that. But with less explosions, because explosions required cleaning.




Sabine Marx

Shortly after he strolled down Haven's street and disappeared from her view, Sabine was walking briskly back towards home, pulling his jacket back over his shoulders. he looked slightly ruffled, as well as slightly distracted, but other than that he still held the same air. Quickly he re-entered his manor without a word. he was...reflecting. He stepped swiftly up to his quarters and settled down in his luxurious chair, the one that sat next to one of the windows. It was curtained at the moment.

The tall platinum blonde did not seem to notice the absence of his personal servant, and when one of the lower servants entered his room after a tentative knock, Sabine sent him away with a glare before looking back down at his book. He was two hundred pages from finishing. Visibly he still looked tired a a touch haunted, and his hair was slightly mussed, which was unusual for him. Usually he looked absolutely impeccable at all times.

He was obviously displeased about something.

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Oh, she had been listening in. The fire that came into her eyes was enough to warm his heart. Sadly, Uriel knew well that the fire was more anger at him making her out to be such a... colorful character then passion, but small steps. Small steps. Time spent with Devyn told him she would probably be getting hungry soon. Strange really. She got hungry when she was angry, he got hungry when he was said. Like those human women who, when dumped, went on to eat gallon after gallon of that... icecream thing humans enjoy. Luckily, he was rarely sad... then again was he happy? What was he? Content? Puzzling to be sure. Even more lucky was that the raven woman interrupted his thoughts be whispering an invitation. Her house for coffee? Why coffee? He knew well what she meant, but why did they always say coffee?

That said, Uriel also anticipated Devyn feeding off him. Strange and as tired as it left him, it always seemed to bring her closer and closer to saying yes to him, and he knew few humans could handle two vampires feeding off them. He never took more then he needed as he did not enjoy killing humans especially beautiful women, they were precious. Who was he to deny mankind their beauty and splendor? So he always made sure to leave them tired and satisfied... A nice way to end it all then leave without a note or another word as you never wanted to make it messy.

"I would love to." Uriel whispered back letting her drag him through the dance floor by his hand. He was responsibly sure she was still watching, so he felt no need to wave to her. He would need her to fight off any thugs they may run into. He had no desire to put himself in danger... for any reason. He enjoyed his luxury position, he could not even remember the last time he had to fight. Arm around the raven haired woman's shoulder, they exited the bar and made their way to her small 2 bedroom apartment where she lived with her... well, every beautiful woman needed an ugly friend. It was a strange enigma.

Uriel was not sure if Devyn would wait outside... but he doubted it, it was pretty chilly, or break in through the door and wait in the living room, but as the raven haired nymph dragged him into her bedroom, he found he did not much care what Devyn was up to.

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Narek normally at this point would have blown up and tore this woman to shreds, beat every bone to dust, and eaten the remains. He could not though, there was a barrier of some sort blocking him from doing so. It was not a physical shield, but a mental and emotional one. His anger was being shrunk and blurred each time he even glanced at this Alara.

When she was getting ready to leave he nearly forced her back down into her seat, leaning forward a bit. He was stopped when a familiar face walked in and caught his attention.

It was his brother Bowen, he didn't know whether to feel glad or annoyed that he was here. He'd forgotten that someone was bound to come get him. This lawyer certainly was strange, a new experience for Narek. A rock, unbend-able by nature, but he wanted above all else to do so.

Standing up he greeted Bowen, "Ah, my brother. I see you have heard of my adventures today, as you can see I came out victorious." He saw his brother was dressed up in human wear, one that an important man would wear. He couldn't care less how he dressed, as long as came at last. He did care about the timing. Slightly lacking.