Who guards the angels? [ closed | eyeslikea--carcrash ]
Closing time at the bars was always a sketchy time to be out. The humans seemed to really like hanging out on the corners after imbibing too much alcohol, and their jeers and catcalls to each other could be heard echoing down the streets until well after sun-up. It's also during this time that the more unscrupulous of the remaining demons came to play, stalking the alley shadows in wait for a particularly helpless human to snatch and do God only knew what to. Needless to say, it wasn't a good time to be out if you weren't one of the dark ones.
Ashena's eyes swept left to right in a subtle bid to find the source of the dark energy following her, teeth sunk into her bottom lip as she made her way down the sidewalk as quickly as she could manage. It was always the same one: black hair, eyes like the night and a pale glow to muscle-stretched skin that made him seem all the more creepy and foreboding. He always seemed to single her out when she had to venture from her loft after dark, endless pitch glare fixated so hard on her back Ashena thought for sure he'd bore a hole right through her jacket. This time she'd come prepared, a short black-handled pocket knife sitting closed in her palm in case he came too close. It wasn't nearly enough to take him out, but one good jab to the throat would distract him long enough for Ash to run if she had to. Two more blocks. Two more blocks. Come on feet, walk faster!
