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Alu had finally had enough as she spun around to look at the other. “Is there a reason you’re following me?” Eyes flashing red though normal humans wouldn’t be able to see it. “Scuse me if ‘m wrong but you’ve been following me since the cafe four blocks back. Why?” 

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Childlike Wonder || closed rp

Castiel watched Joseph as they stood in the back of the bakery, his head cocked slightly. He’d come over because he thought Joseph might be getting hungry again. He figured it was about time for him to feed again based on the schedules he’d seen of other vampires. The elder had been busy though, when he arrived, so he stayed silent, watching him pour batter into cupcake tins. 

“It never ceases to amaze me the way humans think. If you’re going to use the resources to make a cake, why not have a whole cake instead of many small ones?” He asked, his voice gruff when he finally spoke, ice blue eyes going from the pan back to the vampire before him. 

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Nothing Consumes Like Fire

Castiel’s blue eyes drank in the cast down look on Joseph’s face and he couldn’t help but feel the same sorrow as the vampire. “Joseph please,” he sighed, his face riddled with concern. “If you let me, I can help.”

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Save The Last Dance For Me

Emerald eyes closed as Onyx felt her normally tired muscles come alive, her stance going from relaxed to formal in the blink of an eye as it had done in this room so many times. 

She wasn’t on a hunt, or in some cheap, skeezy motel room. 

Not tonight. 

No. Tonight she was home in the manor that had been left to her after the murder of her parents. It had taken months, but the whole place had been renovated. They’d had to redo the wallpaper and the carpet, even the hardood floors to erase all traces of their blood. 

The hunter didn’t come home often. It was a place that held far too many memories for her, but tonight she had decided to share her past with someone very dear to her. 

Onyx didn’t trust easily, that was for sure, and to get her to fall in love... that was an even bigger feat. One that Joseph Dash had accomplished seemingly effortlessly. Now she wasn’t stupid of course. Joseph was married, and the girl never once wated to get in the way of that. 

She knew she would never be enough for him, and she would never be his first choice. She’d accepted that though. Hell, she’d expected it even. Onyx Snow was never anyone’s first choice. 

The evening had gone as planned. They’d gotten to New Orleans a little after sundown and they’d gone out for dinner and a few drinks out in the French Quarter. They were going to stay here tonight, then sometime the next day they would leave. It was as simple as that. Onyx knew that Joseph didn’t want to leave Vick for too long in case she got suspicious. 

A few hours ago they had come in, and had their fun after Onyx had given him a tour of her house, ending in her room. 

Now though, she was awake; unable to sleep, and for the first time since she had started hunting, she had the urge to simply let herself drift. 

Going downstairs quietly, the young woman headed to the basement where her father had created a ballet studio for her. She’d told herself she was only going to look about, ,that ever dancing again would be too painful...

Yet here she was, standing in her pointe shoes, her tights clinging to her legs and her black leotard hugging her lithe frame prefectly. 

In the dead of night she stood, not a predator for once, but simply existing in the semi-darkness, the room around her only being lit by strings of fairy lights that were strung across the ceiling in rows. Their warm glow cast an almost other-worldly feel to the room as the needle of the record she put on glided over the vinyl effortlessly. 

With her next inhale, her shoulders were held back with pride as she began to twirl and simply float about the room as if her feet never touched the ground beneathe her. As she listened to the music that flowed through her very core, it began to guide her, her eyes still closed. She could have stayed in this moment forever, just one last time.

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The Monster Within || closed rp

Tears and blood mingled on the hunter’s cheeks as she looked up to the other, her hands shaking, covered in crimson, she could still feel the warmth of the life cooling quickly. Emerald hues glanced for a moment to the body on the ground next to her, then back to the vampire before her. What the hell had she just done?

“Jos-Joseph... what did I do?” She wondered allowed wondering what he was even doing there. Fear began to set in as what she’d done hit her and she just kept shaking. Her heart racing in her chest. “I.... I killed him. He was my friend. He was helping me with a hunt and I just... Oh my God.”

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~Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life~

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The Light Does Not Welcome You || Closed rp

Pain seared through his body as the angel laid motionless, save for the movement of his eyes, searching the room for those responsible. Of course though, they were long gone. There was nothing left of his brothers save for the angel blade that had been left behind almost as a calling card. Raphael couldn’t have cared less whether Castiel lived or died, only that he suffered. His message was for he vampire, and it was carved into the garrison angel’s ribs. 

The light does not welcome you.

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The demon had watched the girl go inside the warm bakery, excorted by the vampire. For a moment, Izra wondered if the bloodsucker knew what Jenna was, but it didn’t appear so. He could have gone in and just killed them all, taking the girl for himself, but that would have left far too much of a mess. It was crucial to him now, to keep hunters off his trail. Where there were hunters, there were bound to be angels, and the last thing he needed was an angel getting their hands on the prophet. If they did, that meant that he’d never see her again, and she could never belong to hell. 

Izra had been going over an over excuses in his head why he might goin and ake th girl away. Perhaps claiming she was his younger sister. He could influence her long enough to have her agree. That though, was when he saw the vampire come back out alone, and he decided on the spot that he could have a bit of fun with this little game. There was no need to move too quckly anyway. The demon knew if he pushed Jenna too hard, she would run herself out. Following the vampire to the side of the building, he walked up behind him just as he was about to get into the car. 

“Excuse me,” he smiled, his lips curling. When the vampire turned, it took no more than a touch from the demon, and he was slumped over, falling to the gravel below before Izra pried the keys from his fingers and tossed him into the back seat. He’d be out for awhile. 

“Lightweight,” he muttered teasingly before slipping into the driver’s seat. 

It wasn’t until a few hours later though, that the vampire began to stir, and Izra was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. The demon stood before him, looking over the chains that bound the vampire to the grimey, basement walls. 

“I was wondering when you mght wake up,” the demon cooed. 

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