Name: Colline SalazarApparent age: 20Appearance:
Colline did not want this - all she had wanted was a nice snack at a nice place, wasn't that simple enough? Someone really had to arrive and ruin everything. And as if that wasn't enough, it wasn't just another perfectly average mortal who had the guts to ruin her day, it had to be a damn vampire! And it had been ages since she'd last encountered one, which begged the question, what was such a creature doing on earth? She'd left the place in an instant in an attempt to keep away from the intruder but the vampire persisted, following in her footsteps through the crowds of New York. Colline really didn't care about starting a fight there and then just to make it clear she didn't appreciate being followed, but exposing herself... well, that would simply cut short her little 'vacation' on earth and she would hate for that to happen. Instead, she dealt with the trouble of walking a long way until the crowd thinned and gradually, Colline was left alone with the vampire. She turned into an alley where she dealt with the foe with little difficulty but dismay overcame her when she realized that there was another one waiting for her, the moment she left the alley. Nothing about this spelled normal. She broke into a run with the second vampire in tow until she spotted an angel far ahead. Oh, great! But were those... more vampires and shapeshifters and werewolves and more monsters chasing him? Even better! Colline continued to run straight ahead but before she could near the angel, she raised up her arms to show she had no intention of hurting the other, only wanting to get away from the creature at her heels.
Silence meant yes, or in this case, he wasn't going to harm in return. At least, in the moment, not when there had much bigger problems surrounding them. What on earth... Colline hadn't seen such a large army of monstrosity in her entire life. When had they arrived and why in such a large number? Most of all, why were they after her and him, a demon and an angel? Far from their typical choices of prey... Unfortunately, Colline didn't have enough of a moment to fathom answers to her questions as the angel clearly had other ideas. She'd only thought of fighting the creatures, she'd forgotten that there was another way out - the angel grabbed her wrist, and before she could even pull away, he launched himself into the air along with her. Colline did all she could to refuse the second-long urge to scream out of fright, before she had gathered her senses to tell herself that she was in the air, being carried by an angel. Which was perfectly normal at all! she thought sarcastically. Wasn't that wonderful? She had escaped a situation only to be dragged into another one, one that involved her natural enemy. Before she realized it, the angel had dropped her on top of a building before swiftly landing on top of her, before she could even blink. She gave a hiss through gritted teeth upon the impact, one hand discretely reaching for the dagger tucked by her side as she tried to pull as far as the floor allowed her from the angel's blade. The mere sight of it almost blinded her. "Go ask them, I don't have bloody idea," she spat at him, finally getting a hold of her weapon. "Get your righteous ass off me and I'll give you your answers," she said at the same she whipped out her blade in a split-second and pressed it against the angel's abdomen.
The moment he backed away from her, her hand shot up to her throat to check for a wound or any mark the blade could've left. Relief flooded her when she felt nothing but smooth skin, yet the feeling of the cool metal against her neck remained with her. She'd been cut once by another angel's blade and it was not an experience she wished to go through again. She immediately stood to her feet and went into a fighting stance, refusing to let her guard down. "Colline Salazar, and my business here on earth is none of yours," she answered. She'd say she was on vacation but it was a pathetic excuse that could even possibly shed some light on the truth she was hiding. "And you? Nasties chasing after a pretty boy like you... What did you do?" she asked him with an arched brow. While Colline had no idea why the creatures came after her, perhaps the angel did. After all, between the two of them, she reckoned he'd have more knowledge of present events since she tended to neglect her surroundings, choosing to keep her nose out of trouble given her current predicament. "What are you called?"
Colline found herself more troubled than disappointed with his answer. He didn't know why, equally as her. Could this be... Colline cut her train of thought from going to the so-called prophecy that once caused a riot in all the layers of Hell. She didn't bother hiding her chagrin, a sigh slipping from her parted lips. "I think that's obvious, wings and all," Colline retorted plainly while she silently scanned the name through the multitudes of angels that she had knowledge of. Castiel Walker? Where have I heard that before? Tension left her outstretched arm as she loosened her stance. "No can do, pretty boy," Colline called from behind as she began to walk away. He was only speaking things she already knew off - angels going after her, having no business on earth. As if she had a choice when it came to staying on earth. As for angels, she knew how to avoid them and to keep them off her tail. She was behaving for a reason, after all. But then she came to a stop in her tracks when the angel mentioned the prophecy, and she slowly turned to face him. "Prophecy?" she scoffed. "You don't believe in that, do you? I mean, it can't be happening now, at least." There was a sign, yes, of the monsters coming back on earth but what if it were only the two of them who were experiencing such? While her aloof tone said otherwise, there was actually a part of her that believed in the prophecy.
Colline began to pay close attention to his words, her interest piqued in the way he said that many of the angels didn't believe in the prophecy. So her own kind weren't alone in that, she knew now. Then he had to begin talking about her, how she could cause a disturbance on earth. There was a time when she was reckless and she would have done just exactly what he said she'd do, but that was centuries ago and she actually had a reason to behave now. And by behave, she wasn't even supposed to be talking to an angel. However, it seemed that it was going to be some time before she could distance herself from Castiel as monsters barged through the door. Colline was hardly surprised as she shrugged off her jacket to reveal a pair of deer horn knives hooked to her back, blades of Stygian iron that were shaped like crescent moons. She quickly tied her leather jacket around her waist, knowing it would only restrict her movement. Before she could step out of the way from the knives being thrown her way, Castiel's wing shot up to shield her. Surprise spread on her features as she shot him a look that was as grateful as she could manage. She didn't pull away when he grabbed her but she took a second to think his words before she took a deep breath and grabbed her blades from their sheathes. "It'd be my pleasure." With deadly speed, she began to cut her way through the creatures nearest her.
The fight was quick and bloody, just like Colline liked it. There wasn't even a competition. With a huff of air, she wiped her blades on the clothes of some vampire she had beheaded before sheathing them behind her back. "Well, they must have thought that it was better to try than not try at all." she remarked in reply to the angel's comment. She untied her lether jacket from her waist and put it back on as she watched Castiel scrutinize the bloody scene before them, as if he were considering something. Then he told her shield her eyes and she immediately knew what was coming. Oh, shit, she thought as she gave a groan. Being near an angel was hard enough (but that was mostly because she hated their guts) but to have them reveal their true form? It was something she didn't want to witness. So she obeyed Castiel, shut her eyes close and tight, and put her hands over her face for good measure. And then it came, the brightest light that a mortal could ever see that Colline still saw a hint of it through her eyelids. There was a roaring in her ears that she could not quite process, causing her to fall to her knees and curl into herself. The moment it was over, Colline didn't quite notice it as she opened her eyes and shakily stood to her feet, as if threatening to fall back on the ground at any moment.
Colline took her time to recover, walking towards the ledge where she steadied herself with a deep breath. She rubbed her eyes until everything was clear again and shapes no longer muddled around her. She walked back to her previous spot with a little more distance from the angel, clearly sour after what happened. Her eyes darted over the piles of ash, satisfied that there was little evidence of the fight that had just occurred but also bothered that had she witnessed Castiel's true form... sure, she wouldn't turn to ashes, but she could lose her sight or her sanity or worse. She trembled at the thought before she put it away and fixed her composure. "'Hell child,'" she muttered under her breath, voice dripping with sarcasm. "It's just Colline. Make sure your saintly ass remembers it. Nothing more, nothing less," she told him. Not that she exactly hated being told of what she was or where she came from, she honestly wouldn't have minded it if it didn't remind her of her current situation - why she was stranded on earth and whatnot. Colline mulled over his words without her gaze leaving him. She really didn't want to be stuck with another angel but the day's events troubled her as much as it did him. She's highly appreciate it if the monsters stopped confronting her at every turn she took. "I'll help you," she answered, trying to conceal the bitterness in her tone. "But I get to use you as much as you use me. Just to get this damn mess over with." Colline sighed. Who knew how much he loathed to work with her as much as she did with him. This was unnatural. His eyes spoke more than he let on, a reluctance to trust her because of her chaotic nature evident in them.
A staredown, that was what was happening, right? Colline thought so until he closed the distance between them and grab her waist before a protest could even escape her lips. And then in the blink of an eye, they were in the air again. "What on earth- You could've told me first!" she practically screamed at him. It was no longer new to her but the fear was still there, a fear that either he'd let her go or he wasn't strong enough to hold on to her for so long. But the solid grip around her waist told her otherwise and slowly, her fear ebbed away. Instead, she tried to enjoy the wind against her skin at the speed they were going, her surroundings blurring into shapes and colors that were becoming hard to distinguish from one another; it was an interesting sight. This was happening. She was flying in the air with an angel, already an absurd sight, and their proximity was not helping either. It caused a buzzing in her head and a hitch in her breath that she did her best to ignore. Here she was when she was supposed to be down on the ground, minding her own business, as she tried to find a way to 'earn' her way back to hell. She didn't even realized she had already wrapped her arms around his waist but she wasn't thinking of taking them off either. Instead, she cleared her throat and said, "Mind telling me where were going, at least?"
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