It was growing dark outside, though the city still seemed alive and bustling. Maybe that was to be expected on a Friday night. Holding a small plastic bag full of groceries, a young woman made her way down the sidewalk, pushing through the small crowds. Small sighs escaped her lips since she was more than exhausted from work that day. She even still sported her work uniform, having gone to the store right after her shift. A black waitress suit with a white undershirt and a reddish brown tie.
Her long black hair drifted behind her, perfectly straight and noticably bring out the fact that she had near white porcelian looking skin.
She held her groceries a bit closer, a blush coming to her cheeks as she thought about why she had bought them. A special dinner for a special person.
Her light blue eyes glanced around her, though she didn't see the man following her, waiting for the perfect time to strike.";
Her long black hair drifted behind her, perfectly straight and noticably bring out the fact that she had near white porcelian looking skin.
She held her groceries a bit closer, a blush coming to her cheeks as she thought about why she had bought them. A special dinner for a special person.
Her light blue eyes glanced around her, though she didn't see the man following her, waiting for the perfect time to strike.";
Avery was sitting at the bar of some near by pub, drowning out the noises around him with alcohol. It didn't help much but at least he might go to sleep some time tonight. He had his elbows on the bar and a glass in on hand, his chin in the other looking utterly bored. His hair was nearly touching the floor it was so long and it was braided to boot.
Sighing, the man knocked back the rest of his drink and slid to his feet. His hair parted around his face to reveal an eye patch over the ruin of his right eye. He took to the streets and put on hand in his pocket, the other went to rest on the hilt of his sword.. Which wasn't there.
He couldn't possibly frown more than he already was, but he tried.
Sighing, the man knocked back the rest of his drink and slid to his feet. His hair parted around his face to reveal an eye patch over the ruin of his right eye. He took to the streets and put on hand in his pocket, the other went to rest on the hilt of his sword.. Which wasn't there.
He couldn't possibly frown more than he already was, but he tried.
Que walked down the street, swaying her hips in an exaggerated tempo. Her long blond hair was left loose, though partially tucked behind a sapphire coloured headband. She wore a pretty little red number that came down her knees and swished ever-so-slightly with each sway of her hips. Her breasts were mostly covered, save for a key-hole in the shape of a heart.
The heels she wore added three inches to her height and she didn't mind being the focus as she walked down the street. That would teach God to hide her away once upon a time.
The heels she wore added three inches to her height and she didn't mind being the focus as she walked down the street. That would teach God to hide her away once upon a time.
Hyacinth stopped momentarily, as she readied to cross the street. The nearby park was crowded with people, as a band looked like they were putting on a performance. At least the sidewalk ahead looked bare further up. She wouldn't have to fight her way through the crowd much longer.
She passed the crowd, and made her way on, giving a heavy, happy sigh. She was becoming more and more cheerful the closer she got to her home.
At least, she was happy until she felt someone grab her upper arm and shove her into and alleyway.
She gave a gasp and found herself pushed against the wall, as a man told her to keep quiet and just hand over her bag. Hyacinth wouldn't have any of it, as she struggled against him, freeing her mouth from his hand and giving a quick "Help!" before her mouth was covered again.
She passed the crowd, and made her way on, giving a heavy, happy sigh. She was becoming more and more cheerful the closer she got to her home.
At least, she was happy until she felt someone grab her upper arm and shove her into and alleyway.
She gave a gasp and found herself pushed against the wall, as a man told her to keep quiet and just hand over her bag. Hyacinth wouldn't have any of it, as she struggled against him, freeing her mouth from his hand and giving a quick "Help!" before her mouth was covered again.
The streets were crowded. Crowded in this era was much more so than the time in his life he missed. Back in the good ol' days one might put it. But not Hughes; he wasn't that sentimental.
He slipped through the crowds like a wraith, avoiding touching as many humans as possible. The man wore something to the effect of a white tunic over beige riding pants and knee-high boots. He really stuck out like a sore thumb, but didn't care about it.
Someone was yelling help suddenly and the knight instincts in him tensed. It was much harder to find one person in a crowd when you only had one eye to use...
He slipped through the crowds like a wraith, avoiding touching as many humans as possible. The man wore something to the effect of a white tunic over beige riding pants and knee-high boots. He really stuck out like a sore thumb, but didn't care about it.
Someone was yelling help suddenly and the knight instincts in him tensed. It was much harder to find one person in a crowd when you only had one eye to use...
Que heard the cry for help and thought about walking away. She'd never felt anything for a human before, but something else was eating at her. Her eyes closed and listened to the symphony, a cacophony of humans going about their day.
The fear came from someone not too far. At the least she could watch whatever was going on. She walked with purpose, ignoring the humans around her. Before she could make it to the alleyway, she felt the nephilim. Something in her froze up.
Who's is he? Is he one of ours? Did someone make him on purpose? Rage flooded through her as she thought of one of her court members daring to make one of those vile creatures.
The fear came from someone not too far. At the least she could watch whatever was going on. She walked with purpose, ignoring the humans around her. Before she could make it to the alleyway, she felt the nephilim. Something in her froze up.
Who's is he? Is he one of ours? Did someone make him on purpose? Rage flooded through her as she thought of one of her court members daring to make one of those vile creatures.
Hyacinth struggled against the man, at least until he pulled a knife on her. She froze, looking at him with fearful eyes. She dropped her bag, finding that her life was more important than anything she possessed. The only thing was... her bag had all of her tips in it. And it was a rather large amount. Tears streamed down her face, and the man kicked the bag to the side, so he could take it when he ran.
But he wasn't done quite yet. She surrendered her bag in fear, so he could only wonder what else she would give him. A pretty girl like her had lots to offer. He turned her, holding her arm behind her with his hand still over her mouth as he pushed her further into the alley.
Hyacinth began to struggle again. Giving him her bag was suppose to end this! She just wanted him to leave. Go away! Leave me alone! she thought to herself. Someone please help!
But he wasn't done quite yet. She surrendered her bag in fear, so he could only wonder what else she would give him. A pretty girl like her had lots to offer. He turned her, holding her arm behind her with his hand still over her mouth as he pushed her further into the alley.
Hyacinth began to struggle again. Giving him her bag was suppose to end this! She just wanted him to leave. Go away! Leave me alone! she thought to herself. Someone please help!
Hughes found the pair of them as the mugger led Hyacinth down the alley. It wasn't so much the woman now as the excuse to exercise his ability. He let out a breath and felt his hand turn into a fist. The man would feel a force pressing on him which would lock his muscle in place, but only briefly. It gave Hughes the right amount of time to pace over to him and place his hands about the man's head.
With a swift and practiced twist, the mugger crumpled into a lifeless ball on the ground. Hughes turned on his heel and began to walk away, reveling in the tingle of a good kill.
With a swift and practiced twist, the mugger crumpled into a lifeless ball on the ground. Hughes turned on his heel and began to walk away, reveling in the tingle of a good kill.
Que almost ran into the stinking half-breed. She wanted to hit him, but she had to find out who's he was, and she was curious about the woman who screamed for help. She grabbed his arm, her stomach protesting heavily, "Who do you belong to?"
Her eyes swept to the woman. She looked fine and sounded fine (for the most part) as she closed herself off to the symphony.
Her eyes swept to the woman. She looked fine and sounded fine (for the most part) as she closed herself off to the symphony.
Hyacinth felt the man let her go, and she turned just in time to see him crumple to the ground. She swallowed hard, the fact that he was dead not quite hitting her as she looked to the person that had saved her. She stumbled a bit, as she tried to straighten herself, before she made her way forward, stepping over the dead man.
She made her way out of the alley, picking up her bag and groceries, and wiping the tears from her eyes. She made to stop the man, but another woman seemed to have already done so, asking him who he belonged to.
Hyacinth took a step back, not sure what was going on. A lot had just happened, and she still had to grasp it all.
She made her way out of the alley, picking up her bag and groceries, and wiping the tears from her eyes. She made to stop the man, but another woman seemed to have already done so, asking him who he belonged to.
Hyacinth took a step back, not sure what was going on. A lot had just happened, and she still had to grasp it all.
Hughes had not expected to be stopped. There were no law enforcers within sight near as he could tell. Besides, this woman was not dressed as an enforcer. She was barely dressed at all in his opinion. He frowned at Que and pulled his arm away.
"I belong to myself." He turned from her to continue walking.
"I belong to myself." He turned from her to continue walking.
Que growled under her breath, grabbing his shoulder. She sent out love - but it was a good love, it was a negative, hurtful love, "Whose child are you?" She nearly stumbled, bt that wouldn't be fitting for her.
Hyacinth went forward again, as the man continued to walk. She opened her mouth to speak, but the woman seemed very intent on stopping him. She frowned and spoke up loudly. "W-what are you doing? Leave him alone. He just helped me!" She glared at the woman, but really didn't know why. It wasn't like she had really done anything wrong, more just seemed insistent on stopping him.
Hughes had his back to Que, which may have been a bad thing. She grabbed his shoulder and he about rounded on her before the feeling of pain welled in his back. Had she just punched him? Now he was angry and he whirled around to face her, his thick braid nearly whipping her.
"What are you on about?!" The other woman was coming over now, requesting that the blond lay off him.
"What are you on about?!" The other woman was coming over now, requesting that the blond lay off him.
Que snarled, looking at the other woman, "Helped you, yeah. I don't think it's normal for people to just die like that. Only a Nephilim would treat a human so badly." IT was a blatant lie, but also something that she felt from the years of the Codex being shoved down her throat.
Looking taken aback, Hyacinth shook her head. "N-no... he just," she started, before she shook her head. "Let's keep to the matter at hand. Why are you bothering him? You aren't a police officer, and if you planned on reporting him, you would have done so by now." She didn't want to think that man in the alleyway was dead, even though he had tried to hurt her. She wouldn't wish such an ill fate upon anyone.
Que wasn't really lying. Hughes had little use or regard for humans since... Well, a very long time. He looked from one woman to the other, brow raised. So long as they were talking to one another, he would take his leave.
Que's eyes narrowed, "He saved your life, Human, and that's the end of that. I want to know something about him." She was ready to undo what he had done suddenly, her anger starting to get the better of her. She fought against it though, her hands in fists, tapping her toes, "Why should you care anyhow? Shouldn't you be off living with the new found respect for life? Isn't that what humans do when they get saved?"
"I'm not just going --" Hyacinth started but a frown formed on her lips. The fact that this woman had called her a human. She had heard that before, from certain people that had come across her. "What are you saying?" Her words then were quiet, but she was looking at them both, curiously. She did want to hear what was going on between these two now.
"Are you... nephilim?"
"Are you... nephilim?"
Hughes had his back turned, having started to walk away. But that word, always that word struck him like a blow. He flinched and turned on a heel, glaring at Que.
"What did you say?"
"What did you say?"
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