He could see Hell in her gaze.
A fire raged in the hazel curtains that covered the whites of her eyes. A beautiful fire.
She smelled of Monsters and Mad Men. She looked desperate and half-starved. Her Auburn hair was undone and wind wracked. She was not one to appear publicly a mess.
All eyes were on him, he had to do something. Now, questions raced through his mind.
What does she want? Is it time already? Where is Rahziel? Did he send her or was it Zacariah?
He smiled slyly at her. He was not one to smile. It meant something was about to go horribly wrong.
He stood and sighed deeply, twisted his head from side to side and breathed in deep as his neck bones cracked like a boxers knuckles.
"I hate you for this" he spat at her and then he was a blur.
The couple at the table had no time to register what was happening, they were dead before they hit the ground. The waitress was not so lucky.
He had grown fond of her and that crooked smile of hers. She wasn't special Per Se but she deserved a little more...attention.
He held her close and looked deep into here eyes. His cold blue turned to dark gray and she began to shake. Slowly at first but then into a violent frenzy as blood began to seep from her mouth and nose. His head tilted down, he placed a kiss on her lips as the life slowly left her fragile body. He drank deeply of her essence.
When he had drank his fill, he laid her body on the ground. It had turned as fragile as porcelain and as white as snow.
She looked at Him uneasily. It was never something that she had gotten used to, no matter how many times she had seen it. They were similar, that much was true, yet they were nowhere near the same.
He walked back to the table and sat down, grabbing a napkin to wipe the waitresses blood from his lips.
She handed him a cigarette. He placed it in his mouth and she extended her hand towards his face. A small Green Flame leapt from her fingers as she snapped them. He took a deep drag of smoke.
He took the burning stick from his lips, looked at it and exhaled a dark purple smoke from his nose. He looked into Her Hazel eyes and flicked the cigarette into her face.
"I quit" he said in a voice like a landslide.
"Apparently not everything" she replied. Her voice was like smooth velvet.
"Which one sent you?" he asked, his patience wearing thin.
"Which do you think", she said through a wicked smile, "Your baby brother wants to see you and he's not taking any answer but yes".
A fire raged in the hazel curtains that covered the whites of her eyes. A beautiful fire.
She smelled of Monsters and Mad Men. She looked desperate and half-starved. Her Auburn hair was undone and wind wracked. She was not one to appear publicly a mess.
All eyes were on him, he had to do something. Now, questions raced through his mind.
What does she want? Is it time already? Where is Rahziel? Did he send her or was it Zacariah?
He smiled slyly at her. He was not one to smile. It meant something was about to go horribly wrong.
He stood and sighed deeply, twisted his head from side to side and breathed in deep as his neck bones cracked like a boxers knuckles.
"I hate you for this" he spat at her and then he was a blur.
The couple at the table had no time to register what was happening, they were dead before they hit the ground. The waitress was not so lucky.
He had grown fond of her and that crooked smile of hers. She wasn't special Per Se but she deserved a little more...attention.
He held her close and looked deep into here eyes. His cold blue turned to dark gray and she began to shake. Slowly at first but then into a violent frenzy as blood began to seep from her mouth and nose. His head tilted down, he placed a kiss on her lips as the life slowly left her fragile body. He drank deeply of her essence.
When he had drank his fill, he laid her body on the ground. It had turned as fragile as porcelain and as white as snow.
She looked at Him uneasily. It was never something that she had gotten used to, no matter how many times she had seen it. They were similar, that much was true, yet they were nowhere near the same.
He walked back to the table and sat down, grabbing a napkin to wipe the waitresses blood from his lips.
She handed him a cigarette. He placed it in his mouth and she extended her hand towards his face. A small Green Flame leapt from her fingers as she snapped them. He took a deep drag of smoke.
He took the burning stick from his lips, looked at it and exhaled a dark purple smoke from his nose. He looked into Her Hazel eyes and flicked the cigarette into her face.
"I quit" he said in a voice like a landslide.
"Apparently not everything" she replied. Her voice was like smooth velvet.
"Which one sent you?" he asked, his patience wearing thin.
"Which do you think", she said through a wicked smile, "Your baby brother wants to see you and he's not taking any answer but yes".
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