I could take you to heaven and back...

Krissy Maidstone. Angel.

[angelofkristine]

Another one bites the dust | Kevin & Krissy

[demon-kevin-hughes]

Kevin heard her coming before he saw her, because he didn’t take his eyes off the church. He was staring at the stained glass windows, which he’d been taught chronicled the Stations of the Cross, but these ones were just iconographic - angels with their arms spread and bars of light and that sort of thing. They were so beautiful, and it was strange to think that about somewhere so holy. He’d always admired the Gothic architecture of churches, in the same sort of way that he liked to think a Detective Inspector admired a good murder scene: he was repulsed by it, but he could still appreciate the work and thought that had gone into its creation.

Krissy’s footsteps were like gunshots on the sidewalk as she approached, and Kevin couldn’t help but wonder what she must be thinking. She must’ve been curious, to say the least. How armed was she? He didn’t think a D.I. would go in for the whole holier-than-thou thing any more, so he didn’t want to get his hopes up that she’d pull out a cross, like old times. She’d probably clap on the irons and be done with the whole thing. Or was she so forgiving as so assume he hadn’t done it, even after everything? He hoped for the latter. She seemed to be alone, thank goodness. He was really glad he didn’t have to run.

When she said hi, he finally turned to look at her. Close up she seemed more like the old Krissy, of course older, but still with the same strangely disarming beauty, and piercing blue eyes. Her expression was a unreadable. Kevin had never been good at telling people’s emotions anyway, since he was a blank page. Where other people felt things, Kevin was certain that he lived life on the metaphorical edge. He felt when it was necessary to, but he could easily turn his emotions off like an irksome light bulb. Krissy was probably suffering for seeing him there, but she hadn’t lost her aloof nature or ability to seem totally unbothered by everything.

"Hey angel," Kevin said with a smile, as if the sight of her didn’t want to make him simultaneously run away for some reason, but also fall to his knees and bow his head. He gestured to the seat beside him with his hand and a nod. "Long time no see. So… you’re a copper now, huh? Should’a guessed you’d do something like that. What happened? Heaven didn’t let you in?" The joke was cruel and unnecessary, and he wanted to take it back the moment he’d said it. Weren’t they past religious jokes? But his mask had to stay up, so he didn’t drop the smile or the light tone, instead acting like no time had passed at all. He didn’t want to be the one to mention why they were there, either. He’d let her do the honours, since she no doubt wanted to know if he’d done it.

If she asked, he wasn’t sure he could lie. She looked so… Krissy, standing there. So unreachable and familiar and angry and hurt… he wasn’t confident in his acting abilities. He didn’t think he could bring himself to do that to her, even now. Even after everything.

[angelofkristine]

“Don’t call me that.” She said lowly, looking down at him and hesitating, not bothering to sit down next to him in case he pulled a knife or something stupid. Krissy just needed a confession from him – that’s all she needed and then she could return back to her normal life and continue it and hope that no one else from the Beastia gang popped up. One homicidal demon was enough for her to deal with.

She laughed sarcastically at his lame joke, a cheap shot like always – and she could say worse back, it was on the tip of her tongue to say something cutting about Dallyn or even recite the holy prayer to him but she couldn’t sink to his level so easily. “I like being a copper.” She replied blankly, “I like locking up scum who murder innocent girls and leave them to die in an alley.” Krissy glared at him momentarily before laughing slightly, “But hey, we all have our hobbies right?”

Krissy raised an eyebrow, daring him to admit it was him – and when he did they could get down to business, her gun was locked and fully loaded underneath her coat along with the other weapons if she needed them – which she was sure she would. Kevin wasn’t likely to come quietly, if he hadn’t changed too much, she could bet her life savings he’d make a song and dance about it coupled with jazz hands and confetti.

Slowly, she sat down next to him – not sure if this was going to be a repeat of their many squabbles that resembled teenage Lucifer and Michael or a heart to heart where he’d rambled about sharks and she’d pat him on the head and reassure him he wasn’t a shark. But if this time again, he wrongly assumed she’d try and comfort him in his sins and opened up –  he’d be behind bars before he could even say anything about sharks.

[angelofkristine]

Another one bites the dust | Kevin & Krissy

[demon-kevin-hughes]

Kevin crossed his legs on the bench, the picture of casual, and stared at the doors of the church hatefully. He’d only picked this place so she’d know it was him, because he had no other reason to be at a church. He could feel the holiness of the place burning him even from this distance, like when he stood too close to an open fire and felt the heat pulsing out, but this was different: this was a painful kind of feeling, as if his skin was being lightly scraped by needles. The bench was just outside the cemetery, separated from the main road by a low wall, but that wasn’t enough to stop it hurting.

Of course, he’d been in a lot more pain that this in the past. Religious objects had burned their hatred into his skin like scalding metal, searing through the palms of his hands in the form of a crucifix, ink seeping liquid pain into his bloodstream as he was forced to hold a Bible, his tongue singed with the words of God. Yes, Kevin could put up with a little light torment if it meant meeting Krissy again.

He was worried about giving her too much credit and assuming she’d understand his riddle. Kevin was nothing if not theatrical, but this time he’d foregone his theatricality for the sake of speed - a quick slit throat of a random girl he’d pulled off the street. She’d hardly had time to scream before he’d covered her mouth with one hand and cut her with the other. The murder hadn’t been the point: it had been about the note. He’d thought it up on the way back his hotel, as he was trying to work out how he could contact her. Typed, of course, just in case someone knew his handwriting, or they could track it back to his school days or… anything. As with all paranoid people, Kevin assumed that the enemy had unlimited access to his past. So the note had been ambiguous enough that anyone other than Krissy would think it was nonsense.

Giving credit where credit was due, he would admit that the angel was clever. So he’d written the riddle out and printed it in the hotel lobby, before going out to find the girl at around nine. That gave the police a whole night to panic and rush around like headless chickens, and Kevin could sleep easy knowing that Krissy would come to see him tomorrow. He’d arrived at five and sat on the bench cautiously, ready to sprint should she bring back up. 

Would she do that to him? Kevin was almost certain Krissy’s morality would win out, and she’d want to talk to him instead of cuff him up right away. She was, first and foremost, an angel after all. And they had been friends. But he wasn’t about to come along empty-handed, so he’d taken his knife in his jeans pocket, and his pistol in his blazer, because she would probably be armed too and it needed to be a fair fight. If it came to that. He hoped it wouldn’t. She was so pretty, and he didn’t want to ruin that.

He leaned back on the bench and waited, slightly impatiently now, for her to arrive. How ironic, he thought: an angel and demon, meeting outside a house of God. Maybe she’d see the irony. Krissy had, after all, always been almost as clever as Kevin. Almost.

[angelofkristine]

Krissy tapped her pen continussingly on her desk – getting debriefed was the singularly most boring she could ever imagine. She kept on eye on the clock as it clicked round to half past five. 30 minutes until she saw him again. She wondered if he had changed much, and snapped out of it – it wasn’t like that, they weren’t going to grab a coffee and chat like they used to. He hadn’t changed. Not one bit and that’s what got him there.

When the meeting finally drew to a close, another ten minutes had passed – her cue to leave, and if she thought she was nervous before – it was nothing to what she was feeling now. Krissy hadn’t prepared anything, she had shown up for work done the paper work needed – nodded at peoples questions and light conversation and went between hoping time would speed up or wanting it to stand still.

When everyone had returned to their work, she grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulder. Leaving the office as briskly as possible before anyone would think to stop her and didn’t slow her pace until she got into her car. Slowly turning on the ignition and taking a few deep breaths before pulling out.

She knew she could just be being silly, she had been under a lot of stress and a little thing like that could actually mean absolutely nothing. Kevin might be on the straight and narrow. Hell, even if he wasn’t – it still doesn’t mean it was him who had done those murders. It could be anyone.

She relaxed at the thought, and drove with ease – it was probably nothing and ignored the part of her head which disagreed. Krissy looked over to her passenger seat, resting on it was her unit belt, it had pretty much everything she needed – a Taser, a shot gun, pepper spray, handcuffs and her walkie talkie – which she had put on silence in advance. With Kevin, or any criminal, you could never be too careful – and she wasn’t going too really on crucifixes or holy water anymore.

Pulling up a little far away from the church, she didn’t dare look out the window yet. She strapped on her belt which hung on her hips and slipped her coat on over it, which didn’t give it away too much, it was going to be a right pain if she had to reach for something – which she was hoping wasn’t going to be the case. If he admitted to the murder, she had no choice but to arrest him – it would be against her oath not to but if he played it cocky, the worse she would have to do was draw him up as a suspect and let that be a warning to him if he acted up again. If, again, it even was Kevin.

Her mind dashed from speculations and she rested her head against the steering wheel – she didn’t deserve to deal with this. She had gotten everything together and she didn’t need him tearing it apart again.

Without looking out the windshield, she climb out the car, shoving her hands in her coats pocket and bounding down the street.

Krissy looked up at last – and it wasn’t that bad at first, she didn’t see anyone – the dark street didn’t allow her to. But once her eyes adjusted, she saw a figure sitting on a bench. She almost bolted back to her car at that point to play none the wiser and wait for this case to be labelled unsolved and then move back to smaller things. Stuff she could handle.

Despite her better judgement, her feet carried her onwards – closer and closer to him until she couldn’t deny that it wasn’t Kevin, just an older version of him and she couldn’t stop staring, her mouth ajar. Wanting to ask him how the years have been treating him while also fighting the urge to punch him in the face for doing this, it was all so confusing again. It was like she was still the naïve girl who thought he would change, that he’d learn to be human and then things would be fine again. “Hi.” 

[angelofkristine]

Another one bites the dust | Kevin & Krissy

[demon-kevin-hughes]

Kevin had to admit that he was impressed with how quickly the press arrived on the scene. We live in a world where the press arrive fasted than an ambulance, he thought to himself, idly walking from his viewing position to the threshold of the door, where a large swarm of shoppers had gathered. He didn’t try to push his way through, but rather subtly and gently jostled past them. Everyone was elbowing and standing on their toes to try and get a glimpse of the opposing crowd - the press - who were gathering on the street outside.

There was a trick which his father had taught him, and Kevin had never forgotten: humans were herd animals. They would always follow one another blindly, the way a flock follows a shepherd, and Kevin used that to his advantage as he moved through the swathe of shoppers. They were all stupidly blinking at the drama, which must be so overwhelming since crime was usually confined to Friday night television, so that meant he could easily cut a path through them.

"Excuse me… terribly sorry… just got to get through…" He afforded both men and women equally gentle touches on their shoulders and backs as he pushed past them, apologizing in an overly-polite way so that they were taken aback before they were annoyed, and then he was through the crowd before they had time to react. It only took a matter of moments before Kevin was at the front of the herd, and had a clear view of the street.

The reporters had headed for the door of a shop on the other side of the road, and were eagerly waiting for someone to come out. The officer in charge must have gone in the shop while Kevin was manoeuvring his way through the crowd, he reasoned, and he was actually pleased to have missed the officer’s walk from the alley to the shop. Now the Grand Reveal could be done with the appropriate amount of tension. He smirked to himself and waited, feeling the eyes of the humans around him all heavily weighing on the door. They were all as tense as one another, waiting for the officer to come out.

Cameras started to flash, and the press’ voice’s swelled as they began yelling over one another, clamouring for someone’s reply to such-and-such a question. Through the thick mass of people, Kevin couldn’t see who’s attention they were vying for. He craned his neck and stood on tip-toe to see over the tops of their heads, and caught a momentary glimpse of auburn hair. And a face.

Time hadn’t been cruel to Krissy. She was beautiful, even though she was obviously incredibly stressed. Her hair was vibrant, as full of life as the girl’s eyes had been, and so startlingly familiar that Kevin drew a sharp breath. She wasn’t an officer, because she was in her own clothes. He mentally ran through a list of positions in law that let her wear her own clothes. Detective? Detective Inspector? It hardly mattered, but of course it did because she was there just across the road looking weary beyond her years and furious and perfect and she had no idea.

It’s strange how the people from our pasts make us regress, because in that instant Kevin was a student again. He remembered pinning her up against the car and feeling her heartbeat increase under her shirt, so constricting, it needed to come off. He remembered the feeling of her comforting arm around his shoulders as he cried because Dallyn had broken up with him. The warm glowing feeling spreading across his broken nose as she healed him. Are you fixing me up just to break my nose again? The kiss she didn’t draw away from in the classroom, as he told her to live in sin.

He heard a few angry voices. They were cursing him, and Kevin realised he’d stumbled backwards a few steps, weak and faint. He was shaking all over, quivering uncontrollably at the sight of the angel. “Sorry,” he murmured to the crowd, hardly aware of what he was saying. He turned his back on the street and shoved his way through the people, roughly this time, pushing them aside and tripping as he did so. He had no idea where he was going; he only knew that he had to get away before she saw him. Krissy. The angel who was hunting him. And she had no idea.

Well, he figured, maybe it was time she knew what she was up against. Perhaps then she’d lay off for a bit, when she knew who she was dealing with.

[angelofkristine]

“You have to be kidding me!” Krissy shouted, slamming the door of the car shut – quickly putting on her seatbelt, and starting the engine. “Two girls in two nights. Same state. It has to be the same person-“ She started to rant only for Sergeant Mikes to sigh, “Yes – but it’s inappropriate to call out most of our resources to scour for a killer who we don’t even know looks like. It could be a copycat killer for all we know now.”

“And if it’s not?” Krissy breathed out in a huff, fumbling with the controls that made the sirens blare and the lights flash – probably her favourite part of being in one of these. She turned sharply as she could as pay back against the idiot next to her for yesterday. “Two girls are already dead – how many more need to die to for thickheads like you to understand.” She glared at him, pulling up to the sidewalk in a quick serve before breaking sharply, making him lurch forward.

She got out and slammed the door behind her with a sharp smack, “No CCTV either? Or weapon?” Krissy inquired sarcastically, “Oh I wonder where I heard that story before.” She glared at him one last time before marching into the alley, her heels clicking along the pavement creating echo until she reach the girl’s mutilated body. Only, this time it was different. Very different.

She stared down at her –past her neck, she was untouched. No stab wounds or bruising. Nothing. Her neck was slit. But nothing else. Maybe it was a copycat murder. The two were really incomparable to each other. “Anything else on her back?” She asked engrossed in thought to the other investigators on the scene. “No. Just one wound. That’s not even the interesting part.”

Krissy tore her eyes away and looked up, “What – a weapon?” She asked, her voice containing an inappropriate ring of excitement in it considering the current situation.

“Better. A note.”

Krissy only had to hear those to works before she stumbled quickly after the man who lead her into a back room of some clothes shops where seemingly useless items sat on a table in plastic bags Almost exploding with anticipation, as a woman slid the plastic bag over to her – at first she thought it was some kind of receipt which made a pebble drop in her stomach, thoroughly let down by it all. She read it again and rolled her eyes; it sounded like something out of a fortune cookie and moved onto the other evidence. So much for nothing.

As she was inspecting a piece of gravel, her eyes travelled back to the note and froze. Something clocking in her mind and seeing something that she couldn’t unsee.

The place I cannot go at the number of letters in the human.

The feeling got worse with realisation - she would rather the mediocre disappointment than this. She was sure if her heart had stopped beating or if it was going incredibly fast – either way she felt like she was going to pass out, and even felt someone pushing her down onto a chair and sighing. “It must be from the stress.”

Which, clearly, was an understatement. Krissy had held a gun up to people before, but now it felt like she was the one staring down the barrel and waiting for the shot to sound and for it all to be over. Although now, it was probably going to be Kevin on the firing lines this time.

[angelofkristine]

Another one bites the dust | Kevin & Krissy

[demon-kevin-hughes]

Kevin spent ages rearranging her. He estimated that he had about… six minutes? Possibly less. Of course she hadn’t made a sound, but there was every chance that some druggie or some shop owner could come back here. He’d picked a secluded spot and she’d followed naively, because he’d paid her in advance. A hundred and fifty dollars in cash, wrapped in a rubber band, slipped into the front of her low-cut shirt. This girl put the others to shame, honestly, and they all knew it. Hanging around in that sleazy strip club like flies on a sugar packet, she’d been easy to spot and even easier to wile away. Her auburn hair reminded him of someone, but he couldn’t put his finger on who so he’d let the thought drift away and whispered into her ear about going somewhere more quiet.

He gripped her knee and bent it sideways, keeping her right leg straight so that it looked as if she was mid-jump. It was a bit like she was a doll, and he was posing her, but this wasn’t for his sake - it was for theirs. They’d been tailing him for a while, and when he’d realised Kevin had started to get theatrical. Never could resist a good audience. There had been the girl in Virginia, who he’d sat up against the wall as if she was just resting, but her throat had been slit and she was covered with a curtain of blood.  And before that, in Wisconsin, he’d spread her out like Christ on the cross, with her hands out and her feet neatly laid on top of one another, and her stomach open. Here, however, he decided to go a little more traditional.

This murder hadn’t been spur-of-the-moment (of course not, none of them were) but it had all the signs of being a crime of passion: the multiple knife wounds to her abdomen and chest suggested that he’d been frenzied, if you didn’t look to close to see that each one was a smooth motion of in-and-out, so the blade slid through her flesh like butter. He’d counted ten stabs, but it often happened that he lost count so it could have been more.

It had begun pleasantly enough, because it always did, and for a few seconds he’d considered just letting this one go. For a few seconds. She’d been a good kisser, and foolish enough to let him pin her to the wall with her wrists above her head, allowing him time to slip the knife out of her pocket as he kissed down her neck and raise it up to her stomach. She’d stumbled when he’d rammed it into her, her eyes wide with shock and her mouth already vomiting red. She would have fallen had he not caught her shoulders and carefully lowered her onto her back. “Shh, shh, shh,” he murmured, straddling her waist and allowing her only a few seconds before raising the knife again and lowering it repeatedly. In; out; in; out.

The whole affair had taken about five minutes, and now Kevin had wasted another five arranging her arms on the floor diagonally away from her body, akin to a starfish, and then her legs slightly splayed. There. Molto bello. He nodded once to himself and titled his head to the side slightly, listening for sirens. There weren’t any, and he couldn’t help but be a little disappointed in them - this was the slowest they’d ever been. He stood up from his crouching position and calmly headed for the mouth of the alley, leading onto the main road. He crossed the road without a pause, not looking left or right or making eye contact with anyone so as to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

The shop opposite the alley had a large window, so he could observe the goings-on without seeming suspicious. Kevin entered and stood by the window, staring at a rack of shirts and realising that he’d entered a clothes shop. His black trench coat hid the top of his jeans, and therefore the small lump that his penknife made in his front pocket, a fact which he was grateful for as he perused the shirts listlessly and smirked to himself when he heard sirens.

He didn’t dare look up, though the other shoppers were turning to one another nervously and muttering amongst themselves. Even as he heard raised voices, muffled through the glass and tires screeching, he didn’t glance away from the clothes. It wasn’t until the sounds of footsteps had faded slightly that Kevin allowed himself to look up and see three police cars parked haphazardly, blocking the entrance to the alley and the entire road. A few officers of the law stood around, their guns weren’t drawn but their stances suggested that they were just waiting for the order. Walkers had frozen and people were peering out of shops and buildings, staring frightfully at the small cavalry.

Kevin grinned to himself triumphantly and folded his arms, leaning his weight onto one side and waiting to see how they’d handle things. Cordon off the road? Probably. The law were so cutely predictable like that. He couldn’t wait to get a look at the officer in charge of this chase. He imagined for himself some kind of moustache-d beefy New Yorker, with a red face and a beer gut. The guy would be a bumbling idiot, no doubt, but nonetheless Kevin wanted to put a face to his imagined nemesis.

[angelofkristine]

Krissy, soon after, was escorted into an office of a nearby shop – having to fill out the paper work and trying to get the girl out of here before the press arrived. “Just take her to the nearest hospital.” Krissy rolled her eyes as the men were making such a big deal out of it all, “There’s one 10 minutes down the road. Just make sure they don’t put sirens on and take her round the back – the press won’t think a thing of it.” She sighed, taking a sip from her weakly brewed coffee and turned her face up as the other discussed quietly amongst herself.

“Do we have the CCTV yet?” She asked, clearly tired and groaned when they shook their head- pausing when she heard a slight commotion outside and jumped up from her seat. Her arm automatically going to her gun as she legged down the stairs of the building and out, just to sigh that the press – like they always do, gathering like a swarm of wasps at the end of the blocked off street. Luckily – the body was obscured and was already loaded to the ambulance on site. It was without a doubt, going to get followed.

She, along with a couple of her team, pushed her way passed the police officers which held the annoying people back from getting into the closed off road. They were Immediately greeted with a bombarding of questions and flashing lights – with a couple of news channels. Krissy was never really good at interviews, the constant noise made it impossible for her to think, but, seeing as it was her first real case and not one she helped assist, she had to have an honest attempt at it. “We can’t discuss the matter of this murder, as it’s still early into its investigation. We can, however, use the proper precautions to prevent another one from happening.” She looked up behind her to check if she had missed anything and took a step back and out of earshot from the press, rubbing her forehead, trying to figure this all out.

“Wasn’t this familiar to the one that happened in Indiana a couple of weeks back?” Krissy muttered walking down the abandoned road, “Yeah – but if she was a prostitute, which I am assuming she was, it’s not exactly a rare occurrence.” She groaned, annoyingly they was right, but the murderer was always caught or a weapon found on site. Krissy leaned against a brick wall and ran a hand through her hair, “That case wasn’t solved though. No weapon, no evidence, no suspects. We could be dealing with a serial killer for all we know.”

[angelofkristine]

Another one bites the dust | Kevin & Krissy

Sirens blared through the speakers as the driver turned another sharp corner, making Krissy hit against the passenger door and muttered something sarcastic, into which her co-worker rolled his eyes and sped up as cars separated quickly to let the police car through, driving into an off street before taking a sharp right where other cars gathered and Krissy clambered out – Sergeant Mikes driving did always make her feel car sick. She brought the walkie talkie to her mouth and barked orders down it, quickly flashing her badge to police officers on the scene and stepped under the tape into the ally that was lit with bright lights that almost burned her eyes.

“What happened?” She asked breathlessly, looking down at the young lady bellow her that looked up with lifeless eyes while lying down in her own puddle of blood. “Murder – shop owner was taking out the trash when he found her. Couldn’t of been dead long – cold, but no flies had gotten to her, and her blood isn’t dry.”

She nodded, staring down at the girl as men in white suits poked and prodded her, trying to look for any scraps of DNA. “Have you checked the bins? The killer might have tried to attack her, panicked and threw away the weapon.” Krissy suggested before smiling smugly to herself as he called for the people cladded in white to check the trash.

“Ask for the CCTV from any nearby shops.” Krissy ordered, turning around and towards the police officers who guarded the small alley. Pointing to a few who didn’t seem to be up to anything but watching, “All of you, patrol the area – we’re looking for someone, pull anyone aside for questioning who seems to be in a hurry or a little flustered.” She said, not getting any protests in return before heading into the shop next door, where Sergeant Mikes questioned the shopkeeper and she listened closely to what he said, interrupting mid-point. “Can I see the CCTV tape?” Krissy asked, earning a scoff from Sergeant Mikes. “Woah – if I didn’t think to already ask that, D.I. Maidstone. Should I just hand my position over to you and call this case closed?”

“So there’s no CCTV? Nothing?” The shopkeeper shook his head and mumbled a sorry, as Krissy swore under her breath, trying to think of her next move and brought the walkie talkie back up to her mouth. “We’re shutting this street down. No one gets in or out. Full back up now.”

[angelofkristine]

Back in Black | Krissy&Kevin&Kitty&Lyndel

[demon-kevin-hughes]

It had been a while since he’d put all of his weapons into one container to carry, so Kevin had forgotten how heavy they all were. Usually he just distributed them, to save the weight and make a few easier to access. A knife in his pocket, one in his coat, a few in his rucksack. But he’d spent all morning ransacking the hotel room for them all - it had wreaked havoc with his OCD to have to tip his bags out, and rifle through his magazines and newspaper clippings of stories that interested him. He’d gathered them all together and thrown them into a duffel bag, slung it over his shoulder, and left.

As he walked down the street, it hit his waist and rattled slightly. Anyone listening hard enough would hear the sound of metal scraping against metal, and anyone looking hard enough would wonder what on earth he was doing. His pupils were wider than usual, because of his morning administration of Prozac, and he hadn’t washed when he’d woken up, so his hair was sticking up all over his head in a tangled mess. His shirt was hanging out, done only most of the way up, and one of his jean bottoms was tucked into his converse. He knew he looked like a mess, but he hardly cared. It kept people on the other side of the street, which made his journey quicker.

He reached their door with no difficulty, remembering how easy it had been to break in. And then he’d gotten shot. He wondered, in the same vaguely detached way that he wondered everything, if they’d managed to wash his blood out of the carpet. Maybe he’d have to sit on their sofa and see the red stain out of the corner of his eye as he explained. Explained what exactly? He’d changed? He almost laughed to himself, because it sounded ridiculous even to him. But the Prozac kept him from laughing, and the Chlorpromazine kept him from even smiling. His emotions felt dull and misty, like they weren’t even really there. He felt hollow.

With a deadpan expression, he knocked on the door and briefly allowed himself to wonder if they’d kill him on sight. He would, if he was in their position. But that’s where they differed: deep down, no matter what, Kitty and Lyndel and Krissy were always so human.

[katerina-melekov]

It had been a whirlwind week. And it had worn down on Kitty. Every muscle ached with a soreness that she knew was only in her head. Her heart always flipping between what had happened. What she should have done and felt, and how she actually handled it. Somehow in all of it, she managed to find her soft spot for the demon. She wanted to believe him. Wanted to think that he changed. That he truly cared about her. But she knew, she knew that he never would. He couldn’t care about people. He’d only leave mangled bodies and hearts in his wake. She’d given him every chance, and he threw each one back in her face. She was an idiot to think that his little speech about how beautiful she was had even a shred of truth in it. He only saw her as an item. I thing to contort and manipulate. And yet, she still stuck around. Entertaining the idea of salvaging the farce that was their friendship.

She’d spent so many years alone and disconnected that when she opened up, she wanted to believe it was real. If anything, she had to thank Kevin for reminding her why she distanced herself from people in the first place. But at the same time, Lyn had shown her that not everyone was untrustworthy. He brought light back into her life. Chased away the darkness she’d been battling for years. Showed her sunlight without burning her. Danced through beautiful flowers. All without ever leaving their tiny apartment. Kitty sat out on the fire escape, a cigarette hanging from her lips. Despite years of neglect, her lungs still managed to work enough to pull the smoke into the useless organ and pump it back out in swirling clouds. With a sigh, she looked down at the street below. She just wanted to go back to where she thought she had everything figured out. For a moment, she thought she saw him. Saw a disheveled demon walking across the road. It had to be an illusion. After what happened the last time he was here, Kevin would be an idiot to show up again.

After a long quiet moment, she realized it wasn’t a figment of her imagination. And she had to intercept him before anyone else saw him. Springing from her seat, she rushed through the apartment to reach the door in a blur faster than human eyes could comprehend. Her hand fell on the doorknob and pulled the door open to see the demon standing there. Her voice was hardly above a whisper when she spoke. “What the hell are you doing here?”

[ofnightmaresandbutterflies]

Lyn hummed lightly, tugging down the edge of his hat. Waving a quick good bye to the boys at the music shop, he strolled out onto the street and promptly lit himself a cigarette. He had gotten the job no more than a week ago after, but he was still doing his street gig as well. With everything that had happened involving Kevin, Lyn felt emotionally exhausted, but physically tense as the remnants of rage boiled out of his system. Kevin. How he hated the other demon. From everything that happened at Beastia, to the recent events of the week, Lyn knew he couldn’t be trusted. After all he was a demon. Things of Hell were pathetic, depraved, disgusting creatures. He knew from experience.

Lyn rubbed the center of his fore head in mild frustration. Thinking about Kevin clenched his stomach like spoiled meat. It was almost funny to him.  Around two hundred years ago, Lyn would have just torn through Kevin like paper, the satisfying splatter of blood on his body. But maybe he wouldn’t even have cared then. Maybe they would have been friends. no, at that time, Lyndel had no one and nothing. He waved out the thoughts and kept walking towards their apartment. Kitty would be up by now and they’d go out to do something tonight. Whether that meant leaving the apartment, or delving into his girlfriend’s mind, he didn’t care.

He took a drag of the cigarette then let it hand loosely between his pale fingers. Turning the corner to their building, Lyn tensed up inside. “No.” Usually he would finish his cigarette before coming up to the apartment (he and Kitty didn’t want the smell), but the burning stick dropped to the pavement and was crushed beneath Lyndel’s foot. “No.” He gritted out again before taking on his butterfly form and soaring as fast as he could, on to the window they always kept open a crack. Kitty was already at at the door when he came in. Half way to her, he changed back and stormed towards the door. “What she said.” Lyn spat.

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Krissy ignored the subtle knock at the door when it sounded – Kitty could get it, it’s not like she’d probably know them anyway and besides, the sofa had become way more comfortable in the last few minutes now she had drowned the TV out and every thought from the last few days had flooded from her mind, leaving it relatively empty except from the pull that persuaded her into sleep and her eyes eventually fluttered shut.

However, they didn’t stay closed for long. She was well onto her way into a heavy sleep when Lyndel flew up, eye’s opening wide when she heard the clumsy bang of feet on floor and a heavy march towards the front door. Groaning at the commotion and trying to bury herself further under the blankets. But it was no use, her head was awake again – and it didn’t seem like it was going to shut up anytime soon. She took a minute to clear the fog out of her head before getting up, wondering if it was some poor sales person at the door that had caught Kitty on a bad day. Rubbing her eyes, she called after the two, “Who is it?” She yawned, feet padding on the wooden floor towards the door where the couple gathered.

She could barely see over Lyn due to her height but knew who it was immediately when she caught a glimpse of black hair and stopped dead in her tracks – Kevin. Like a deer, she stayed still – it was obvious he had heard her talk but hoped he thought it might be a trick of his ears and not ask. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind as to why he would be here, he had promised to leave her alone – and it wasn’t like she was stupid enough to tell him where she was. Maybe he was there about the journal – the plans he had fantasized about. Ones he probably wanted to put into action while he still had the chance. “Lyn – close the door.”

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Back in Black | Krissy&Kevin&Kitty&Lyndel

Krissy had planted herself on Kitty and Lyn’s sofa, she had a blanket to cover her and the remote in her hand as she flicked through the channels endlessly – even though it was all in German and she couldn’t understand a single a word. It wasn’t like she was listening properly anyway, – her mind was always stuck on what just happened, playing it over and over while the words of the journal burned themselves in her memory like a tattoo.

She resisted the urge several times to text or call him – Krissy had stabbed him, he might have been seriously hurt even though she knew in her head she had barely scratched him with the blade at all. Luckily, neither of her hosts bothered her apart from offering her a drink or something to eat in which she refused – they had some idea, she told them about the journal almost straight away. Krissy knew she had to book a flight back soon, and she was eager to get back and forget this had ever happened – forget about Beastia completely, and do what normal people do and not be rooming with two immortals and be getting in fights with a Homicidal demon. She pulled the blanket up over her arm once more, trying to get some sleep in which her head had deprived her from.

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*SCREAM TO THE HEAVENS*

SOPHIE, HATTIE AND KELSEY HAVE REPLIED TO LYN

It’s like Beastia all over again *sobs with joy*

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"I need you to be honest." Lyndel turned to the random person.

"On a scale of one to John Barrowman, how gay do I come off as?"

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"Louie Spence."

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The number showed up on her phone and Kitty froze. It was the hotel she met Kevin at. Krissy. The sassy angel that never could admit that she was actually friends with the vampire. Kitty missed her. She thought about her a lot. But because she left without a word, she figured everyone had forgotten about her. Obviously, Krissy cared enough to keep her number. Kitty smiled for a moment, then realized how close to danger the angel was. “On my way. Hope you don’t hate motorcycles.” She texted back quickly and ran out the door without leaving a note for Lyn. As she pulled up in front of the hotel, she saw the girl standing there. She looked shaken to the core. Whatever happened, it broke her usually tough outer shell. Kitty turned off her bike and ran up to Krissy. “Hey.” She pulled the angel into a hug, ignoring the slight sting of her presence. “Whatever happened, you’re safe now. Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”

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When she looked at her phone to see a reply, Krissy didn't even care that motorcycle's scared her - Jonathan helped confirm that on one of their dates. She wrapped her arms around her self, fingers skaing to much to write a response and before she knew it, she was in an embrace - Kitty hugs were cold, mainly from the fact vampires usually were dead, but she could feel the comfort behind it - crying into her shoulder, not even finding the motive to care she probably sounded like an idiot. After wiping her eyes with the back of her hands, Krissy nodded swinging her rucksack over her shoulder and walked over to the motorcycle, letting her feet cary her. Every time she atttempted to her her head round just what happened, it'd get more confusing - more painful to look back on. After starring down at the seat that nessercarly need, she looked back up at Kitty. "I, uh, need a helmet." She mumbled, her voice tired get still tight to stop herself from crying about it.

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You’ve Got the Love | Florence and the Machine

Time after time I think oh lord what’s the use? Time after time I think it’s just no good   'Cause sooner or later in life The things you love you lose 

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on skype mobile but my app keeps on messing up x I promise I'm online though

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Krissy stood out the hotel, tears streaming from her eyes still and her body visible shaking from shock - not being able to make heads or tails about what just happened, Kevin wanted her dead - wanted Kitty and Lyn dead but said he had loved her, let her go and walked out. She had hurt him, in more ways than one and hearing him cry felt as terrible as him wanting her dead. Many other thoughts floated in her head just as similar, with the added worry of where she was going to go with only just over a hundred dollars on her debit card and no way of getting around, her hand shakily scrolled through her contacts until she came to Kitty's name, hoping she didn't change her number since Beastia and began typing out a text, which was easily with shaking fingers but manage to get the address of the hotel into it with an added 'Come get me? x'. She wasn't sure if she should warn him about Kevin, she didn't want to get herself hurt by him if he found out but couldn't bare the idea of her getting hurt over her own selfishness. She should of taken her fathers advice, don't get involved with boys until you're thirty.

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i did another one but i don't like it as much

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I did a thing?

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