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ᎻꮖꮐꮋᏞꭺꭰꭹ
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Apr 04, 2015 05:34PM
She whimpered when he pushed her up against the wall, but she held her chin high to show her defensiveness. "You're the fucking bitch. Picking an an incident person." She spat in his face, breathing hard.
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"Don't!" She screamed. "Stop! I'll do anything you want! Anything! Just please don't hurt him!" She begged, holding her hands up.
Eva took deep breaths as he felt up her body. Because of the lust that dripped off him, her face began to change, but she kept her head tilted up toward the sky. "Please don't hurt him..." She whispered.
She let herself get passed around a few times, then locked lips the main guy, reeling him in under her spell. She kept her hands on his shoulders, gripping him slightly there.
In one quick movement, she snapped the main guys neck and tossed him aside. She bolted onto the guy holding the gun to Alistair, grabbing the gun and shooting the culprit right between the eyes without flinching. He face was completely demonic. She whirled around and pointed the gun at the other guy. "Make one move and I'll shoot you where it counts." She pointed the nuzzle at his crotch. Her voice was several different pitches. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
((Wait I thought there was only three men?))
Eva roared loudly, falling forward onto her knees. When the chain fell on her, she grunted but didn't waste a second of her time. Inhumanly fast, she grabbed the chain and cracked it like a whip, knocking one guy of his feet. She did it again and smashed the chain into his skull, killing him instantly. When the last guy moved to punch her, she caught his first before it connected with her face. She twisted and snapped his wrist, then pounced on him, sinking her teeth into his neck.
She moaned and drank the man the dry, then wiped her mouth on the back of her arm. She stiffened and turned to face him.
She shook her head until her face went back to normal. She crouched down in front of him and scooped him up in her arms, using her great strength. In seconds, she was in her apartment, placing him on the couch.
She touched his cheek with a bloody hand and murmured a healing incantation under her breath in Latin to heal him.
She stood up and turned her back to him to hide the blood on her face and the rip in her shirt. "You were attacked."
All of the lights when out in her loft. "I saved you before anything drastic happened to you." She murmured, keeping her head low. "You must be tired. Rest."
She crept into her bathroom then came out a few minutes later, wearing a long t shirt and panties. She crawled into bed quietly.
The next morning, Eva was perched on the arm of the couch, holding a glass of water and two aspirins on her palm. She still wore only a shirt and panties.
"These are for you." She held out the glass and the pills.
She bit her lip and looked down at the couch. "Do you remember anything?" She asked quietly.
"I....I killed them." She murmured.
"What? You mean the monster?" She looked at him.
"Yeah...that was me..." She murmured.((He should freak out but she calms him down))
Eva stood up slowly and turned to face him. "Yes. That was all me. I'm a monster, I know that." She took a step toward him.
"If I was going to hurt you I would have already." She insisted, raising her hands in defence.
"I'm not. I stopped." She looked at the chair and it suddenly moved away from him without her touching it.
"I'm half demon; i can do a lot of things." She said. "I can tell you more about me if you'll let me. I promise I won't hurt you."
"For fuck sakes." She groaned and knelt down beside him and healed his concussion.
"I won't hurt you. But you need to know what I am. What I do. So then you can run as far away as possible." She said, helping him up.
"Come." She took his hand and lead him into the living room.
Eva lets go of his hand and sits down on the chair across from the couch. "How about you ask me whatever you're curious about and I'll answer honestly, then fill in any gaps you missed?" She suggested.
She covered her bare legs with a blanket. "I needed to. I need human blood to stay like this." She waved her hand over herself.
"Because you didn't deserve to die." She murmured, staring down at her lap. "You're not going to ask why I need blood? All I you care about is why I saved you?" She asked incredulously.
"Because you're not like the others." She replied. "You haven't dropped to your knees in front of me begging me to sleep with you."
She shook her head. "I can't quite explain it. At least not right now." She sighed and leaned back in her seat. "I don't look like this. I mean, this isn't my true form."
She shook her head. "You don't want know or even see what I really look like." She said ruefully. "I look like this now because I'm suppose to look appealing to men and women. Something everyone wants. It's easier to seduce them this way." She explained. "But in order to stay this way I need blood."
"I'm not completely human so I don't have actual blood in my veins." She said, pausing for a minute. "Other people's blood from over the 127 years I've been alive flow through my cold veins." She said darkly.
She nodded and then looked away, sighing deeply. "He's a very famous demon. He's called the Incubus. He raped my mother when she was sixteen. He meant to kill her, but miraculously she survived and fell pregnant with me." She paused and picked at the fabric on the arm of the chair. "I was born nine months later on January 4th, 1888."
She let him look around then she met his gaze. She lifted her hand and tapped her finger against her temple. "He's in here." She whispered.
She shrugged. "He's a part of me. Always will be. Right now I don't think her listening, no. He tunes in every now and then but it'd tell you if he was around." She explained.
She nodded. "In a sense, yes. My only purpose in life is to seduce men and feed off them. I was suppose to be born a boy so I'd be a living incubus but that didn't work out."
"Someone who used to take care of me when I was an orphan. His family knows about me and over the generations his family helps me out when I need it." She said.
She nodded slowly, rubbing her chin. "Yes, many. But non are like me. I'm one of kind." She smiled sinisterly.
"You don't want to know anything else?" She stood up.
"Because I've never anyone who didn't want me." She said, letting the blanket off her bare legs.
"No, never." She shook her head. "Like I said, you'd already be dead if I wanted you to be."
"No I said it was your choice. I assumed you'd want to leave after you found out." She said.
Her dazzling blue eyes stared into his. "First answer me this; do you want to leave? Or do you want to stay?"
