Love to Hate it

Emne: Love to Hate it Tors Okt 22, 2020 8:37 am

Sted: The Wolf's Den, Gågaden i Aston
Tid: Tæt på midnat
Omgivelser: Beskrives
Vejret: Koldt, en anelse blæst, typisk efterår.
Påklædning: Link
Andet: Taler med amerikansk accent
Emne til: @Dhara
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Der var en grund til hun var rejst hertil, og den grund alene fik hende ud om aftenen for at opsøge det, som hun mente var retfærdighed. En retfærdighed der lå i at beskytte den menneskelige race imod monstre i alle former, og heldigvis for hende havde hun nok stædighed i sit system til at booste det mål. Hun var stadigvæk forvirret efter at lære den nye sandhed om at hun i virkeligheden var adopteret, men lod det ikke påvirke eller have for megen indflydelse på det arbejde som hun havde at udføre. Der var stadigvæk en bog med navne der skulle streges over, og i aften var det en dæmon ved navn Jefferson Manning. Hun vidste, hvor hun kunne opspore ham, men kendte ikke meget til hans evner eller tendenser - hvilket gjorde det risikabelt. Normalt ville hun have tjekket hans baggrund mere nøje igennem før hun fortog sig noget, men hun havde brug for at komme ud med sine indre frustrationer - og det virkede i det øjeblik til at være to perfekte fluer hun kunne tage med et smæk. Hun jagede kun om aftenen, på trods af, hvor meget stærkere hun ville være i dagslys, men hun kunne ikke just undgå at ødelægge sit cover hvis hun byttede timerne på sit arbejde.

Hun sad i baren, og blendede egentlig ret godt ind som hun tog en mindre mundfuld af sin øl imens hun iagttog dæmonen på afstand. Det var først da han gik imod udgangen at hun tog bagudgangen for at møde ham udenfor. Der var tomt omme i baggården, hvor der stod et par motorcykler og ventede på deres ejere i længsel. Hun stod i skyggen, men ikke noget der ligesom kom hende i fordel med sin menneskelige fært. "What do we have here?" Spurgte han og så over imod, hvor hun befandt sig. Elenora trådte et skridt væk fra muren og så på dæmonen kun få skridt fra sig. "Hopefully your end," svarede hun en anelse kækt og vippede hovedet en anelse på skrå. Som de fleste dæmoner der blev truet af mennesker, så fandt han hendes udtagelser umådelig morsomt og sikkert barnagtigt. Hun stoppede hans grin da hun brugte luften omkring dem til at kvæle ham ved at fjerne den omkring ham. Hun løftede på et øjenbryn. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you laughing." Hun kunne se, hvordan han kæmpede for at hive vejret ind, men var ikke noget omkring ham til at sørge for det var muligt.

Pludselig mærkede hun noget brænde hende bagfra, og det fjernede opmærksomheden fra sit oprigtige mål. Hun slap sit offer og drejdede sig rundt, kun for at blive sendt i jorden af en ny dæmon. Hendes tideligere offer lå på jorden og hev efter vejret, men hun vidste det drejede sig om sekunder før en dæmon som ham var på benene igen. "You got to be kidding me," vrissede hun irriteret før hun sprang på benene igen. Endnu engang brugte hun vinden til at skubbe den ny ankommende dæmon væk. Han tabte den kniv han havde stukket hende med i ryggen, heldigvis ikke en specielt stor kniv, men skaden kunne stadigvæk være slem, hvis hun ikke fik den tilset - og man vidste aldrig om der kunne være gift på skaftet. Hun tog den samme blæst og kastede den tilbage mod dæmonen som havde haft den, og med en vindstyrke så stærk at den blev placeret et godt stykke inde igennem øjet og videre ind i hjernen. "That is how you do that," hun vendte opmærksomheden op imod sit oprigtige offer igen som var kommet på benene. "You foolish little girl," vrissede han arrigt og greb ud efter hende. Han fat i hendes arm og vred den rundt, hun foldede sin næve sammen og placerede den på hans kæbe - men ikke hårdt nok til at han gav slip. I stedet for løftede han sit knæ op og gav hende en mavepuster. Hun ville have faldt til jorden, hvis han ikke stadigvæk havde hende i armen. Elenora bøjede sig forover, og det sekund hun så lidt op fik hun et knæ placeret lige i ansigtet, denne gang slap dæmonen mennesket så hun kunne falde tilbage på den allerede skadede ryg. Elenora gispede kort efter vejret, omtåget af slaget og de sorte prikker begyndte at danne sig for øjnene af hende.

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Dhara havde været ude på en såkaldt 'date', hvor hun havde fået sig et blodmåltid. Det havde gjort hende levende, fyldt med energi: Hun havde været så træt og irritabel før, men nu pumpede blodet i hendes årer med fornyet styrke. Hun følte sig lysende og som om, at den aften så absolut ikke kunne være slut. Derfor var hun gået ned af gågaden, hvor flere bygninger var fyldt med lys og liv. Et af dem var pubben, som hun valgte at gå indenfor på. Her havde hun fået sig en drink, mens hun betragtede nattelivet omkring hende. Et par mænd havde selvfølgelig nærmet sig hende; Men hun havde afvist dem. Hun nærede en stærk afsky for mænd i disse tider. De syntes åbenbart kun at komme i dummere og dummere versioner, som tiden gik. Det kedede hende. Denne aften var hun iført en sort crop top, stramme, tætsiddende og sorte bukser og en oversize cowboyjakke.

En mørkhåret skønhed havde fanget hendes blik i mængden. Kvinden havde et klassisk, smukt udseende; En lys hud, langt, bølgende hår, mørke øjne og nogle tydelige øjenbryn, som var med til at forme hendes ansigt på den der skønne, dramatiske måde. Da Dhara følte sig meget fanget af hendes udseende, betragtede hun hende med hyppigt, men diskret mellemrum, og derfor opdagede hun, at kvinden havde øje på en anden. Dhara hævede et øjenbryn let, da hun opdagede, hvem hun havde øje for: En af de støre spadespadder-dæmoner, som hun kendte til. Han var før kommet i vejen for Dhara, hvor hun havde haft fat i et offer - på sådan en irriterende måde, hvor han kun afbrød for at lege med en sulten, vred bloddæmon, hvor han altid var flankeret af en makker, så hun ikke fik sat ham ordentligt på plads.

Dhara så derfor også at kvinden forlod baren samtidigt med ham. Hun sad lidt og overvejede situationen. Hun anede ikke, hvorfor kvinden var interesseret i den dæmon. Det måtte vel være et indbyrdes spil. Hun syntes dog umiddelbart, at menneskekvinden måtte være oppe mod en lidt for stor modstander, men hun kunne selvfølgelig have kort på hånden, som Dhara ikke kendte til. Det ville dog ikke komme bag på hende, hvis mennesker var dumme nok til at gå op mod højere magter, velvidende at de havde stor sandsynlighed for at tabe.

Da dæmonens velkendte makker dukkede op i mængden og forsvandt ud af døren, som kvinden var forsvundet ud af, blev det dog dråben for Dhara. Hun rejste sig og smed en seddel for sin drink. Hun vidste egentlig ikke hvad der gik af hende dér, for hun kunne sagtens være gået fra regningen uden at hæve et øjenbryn. Det måtte være hendes travlhed, der skubbede til hendes vaner.

Da Dhara kom ud i den kolde luft, tog hun hurtigt bestik af situationen, som så skidt ud for menneskekvinden. Hun faldt til jorden for øjnene af Dhara, med en dæmon der stod over hende, og en anden som var på vej på benene bagved. Dhara gav et dæmpet råb fra sig. "Hey," råbte hun, nærmest som irettesatte hun en ulydig hund. Hun bøjede sig og greb den kniv, der lå på jorden, før hun trådte hen mod ham. Hun gav sig selv et lille forspring mod ham ved at bruge sin evne til at lamme ham, blot nogle sekunder. Hendes evne var stærk og hun havde også en høj hastighed tilgængelig i hendes krop på grund af det nylige måltid. Derfor kunne hun gribe hans hånd, da han slyngede sin næve mod hende, før hun trak ham hen mod sig for at gribe hans skulder og tvinge ham ned i jorden. Hun placerede sit knæ mod hans brystkasse og borede kniven ned i brystet på ham, mens hun uden at fortrække en mine skar nedad mod hans hjerte. Kniven var ikke stor, og det gjorde arbejdet besværligt, men hun havde styrken og ihærdigheden med sig. Hun ville dog skulle bruge flere sekunder på det, hvorfor hun rettede blikket op for at lokalisere hvordan den anden dæmon og menneskekvinden havde forholdt sig i det lille minut, hun havde handlet.

Emne: Sv: Love to Hate it Lør Okt 31, 2020 11:10 pm

Lyden af en kvindelige stemme var meget gennemtrængende og Elenora var ikke just sikker på først, i hvilken sammenhæng det var i. Måske var dæmon kvinden med dem og ville have en del af kagen som var ved at blive skåret ud så nøje. Synet var uklart og nok mest til ære for de kræfter hun havde brugt på at udnytte sine evner. Hun tog en dyb indånding ind, som det virkede til at dæmon kvinden gik til angreb imod dæmonen der lige havde nedlagt mennesket. Det lykkedes Elenora at trække sig selv hen langs den kolde asfalt, for at komme længere væk fra selve kampen der forgik bagved hende. Hun fik trukket sig hen til muren, og satte sig op langs den. Det krævede en del for at holde vejrtrækningen i blot en nogenlunde stabil rytme, men hun gjorde det. Det var rutine efterhånden, en rutine som var på ingen måder var en vej væk fra. Hun så kampen før hun flyttede sine hasselnøds farvede øjne hen på dæmonen som hun før havde haft placeret kniven perfekt i ansigtet på. Hun kunne næsten ikke se kniven så meget vindstyrke havde den haft før den placerede sig i sit mål. Hun tog en dybere indånding som hun så hvordan kvinden ordnede dæmonen.

Elenora lod sit blik hvile imod dæmonens som deres øjne mødtes. Havde kvinden været menneske, havde Elenora sikkert haft sine tanker andre steder - men selv den tankegang kunne holde hende fra at finde dæmonen tiltrækkende som de var placeret i kampens hede. Elenora fik taget sig sammen til stædigt at komme til bens igen på trods af musklerne græd for at blive siddende. Hele kroppen føltes som en stille brænd, og hun havde ikke meget styrke tilbage i dem. De dæmoniske slag havde taget pusten fra hende. Alligevel fandt mennesket sig selv i at gå nærmere dæmonen, men det tog hende ikke specielt mange sekunder før vinduerne blev rullet for og mørket bankede på. Mennesket fald direkte ind i armene på den kvindelige dæmon, efterlod hendes skæbne i armene på den fremmede.

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Dhara rejste sig op fra hug, da hun kunne se, at situationen var neutraliseret. To døde dæmoner. Det passede hende fint. Kvinden kom vaklende hen mod hende. Dhara havde svært ved at læse hendes ansigt, da hun stirrede ind i hendes øjne. Hun rynkede let på panden, da hun ikke kunne finde ud af, om det var begyndelsen på et angreb eller andet. Dog var kvindens bevægelser så tilpas sitrende, at Dhara lod sekunderne gå for at aflæse, hvad der foregik. "You're..." nåede hun lige at sige, da kvinden faldt mod hende, og hun trådte frem og greb hende. "Simply attacking.." Skulle hun til at sige, men måtte sluge ordene igen, da kvinden tydeligvis ikke angreb hendes redningskvinde alligevel. Hun stod et kort sekund med kvinden i armene, lænende op af sig, men lagde hende så ned på jorden for at sikre sig, at kvinden fik blod til hjernen igen.

Hun rynkede lidt på panden og sniffede hendes duft ind for at få et lille indtryk af, hvilken slags førstehjælp, hun kunne komme ud i at skulle yde. Menneske. Hun var dog slet ikke i tvivl om, at dette ikke var et helt normalt menneske, men hun havde allerede kodet sin hjerne ind på, at hun nok godt kunne tage dette væsen til et hospital, hvilket det lugtede af, at det blev nødvendigt med. Hvis hun altså ville redde hende. Det var Dhara dog ikke i tvivl om, at hun ville - tanken om ikke at redde hende, strejfede hende slet ikke, hvilket var ret atypisk for hende. "I'd prefer if you woke up...." sagde hun og mærkede med to fingre på kvindens halspulsåre - mærkede kort lysten til blod, men var heldigvis så mættet, at hun sagtens kunne distrahere sig fra det - og sikrede sig, at der var en puls. Det var der. Dhara lagde nu mærke til blodet på sine hænder og kiggede ned af kvinden. "Where.. are you.. bleeding?????" mumlede hun så og rynkede på panden, før hun vendte kvinden over i sideleje og fik øje på et grimt sår på hendes ryg. "I can't.. compress that.." Hun rynkede lidt på panden og så på såret, mens hun prøvede at afgøre, om blødningen var arteriel. Det syntes hun ikke rigtigt den var, og hun kunne ikke rigtigt finde ud af, hvordan hun alligevel skulle få lagt en ordentlig kompresse på sådan et område. Hun endte med at række over og tage et stort stykke af den ene dæmons bomulds t-shirt, som hun alligevel kunne holde på såret, så hun da var sikker på, hun ikke forblødte helt for hende. Hun var egentlig også lige så bekymret for, om hun kunne have indre blødninger eller traumer på lungerne, ud fra hendes hæse, overfladiske vejtrækning. Dhara rodede ned i sin lomme for at finde sin telefon og ringe efter en ambulance, da hendes bil ikke var i nærheden. Hun var selvfølgelig ikke helt tryg ved at tage et væsen, hun ikke helt havde racebestemt, på hospitalet, men hun måtte tage chancen, for hun var ikke sikker på, om hun kunne overleve, hvis hun var et menneske, og ikke fik den rette hjælp. Og førstehjælp var ikke ligefrem Dharas spidskompetence, selvom hun da kendte principperne.

Emne: Sv: Love to Hate it Tors Nov 05, 2020 7:49 pm

Everything was pitch black, not a sound, no image to guide her back. There was no such thing as watching your life flash for your eyes, or perhaps she wasn't that far gone yet. It was just dark. No thoughts on the train to entertain the inner eye, she was just there. Was this how it felt to be caught in the dark, a place where you felt utterly nothing. No pain, no stress, no emotions at all.
The body was just heavy in the demon's arms, like a doll with strings tied to what the demon would do next.
It took some time, but not extremely long till the ambulance got to the bar area, and the blue lights lighted up the dark they were in. A group of people ran there not knowing what to expect, even the police came to check up. @Cecelia was a doctor who was send out this night, and she looked around the crime scene. The bloody bodies, and the two girls just waiting to be helped - one more than the other. "You with her?" The human asked and looked at the demon as the other nurses came and took Elenora to the ambulance. "You can drive with us to the hospital, what is your name," the brunette asked as she walked back to the ambulance. They needed to make a full check up on the human, and right now they had no name on the girl - but that was the least of their concerns. The other doctors and nurses had put pressure on the wound at her back before they drove to the hospital.

When they got to the hospital, the demon was sat to wait patiently for news. the police came by to ask her some questions about the nights events, and by now they had a name. Elenora Lily D'Avalos, it took a few hours till they would let the demon in to see her even if she asked. Elenora was still a bit dizzy sitting in the hospital bed. This wasn't good, she wasn't supposed to be here and she already filled her head up with hateful words.

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Dhara chose to give them a fake name. She actually didn't give it much thought - when the woman asked for her name, she just used an alias by habit. "My name's Bianca Holden," she answered the lady with a composed voice: Humans had a tendency to panic in these situations, which she didn't see much reason to. She knew, that the situation was bad for the woman in her arms. But she also knew exactly how much blood loss was deadly and how fragile a pulse could get and still find back to being steady and strong eventually.

Dhara didn't like being put to wait in a boring waiting room. She did think about leaving but somehow she didn't want to: She wanted to know how it ended with this woman. After all, she'd put a lot of effort into saving her so maybe it wasn't that strange, that she did want to follow it through. She answered their questions as vague as possible. After all, they'd found two dead bodies and of course they wanted to find out who was responsible for that. She tried to give the police the idea that the men had been fighting each other and that the result was because of their fight and the woman's - Elenora, she knew by now - own self defense. Dhara still figured that it would be a good idea to leave the situation as soon as possible, you never knew with these humans, and she sure as hell didn't feel like being charged and wanted for murder. She felt guilty for putting the woman in this situation, trapped in a hospital, but she also got the impression by the reaction of ambulance corps, that the woman wouldn't have survived without them.

They didn't want to let Dhara see Elenora yet, even though it had been several hours and people were going in and out of Elenoras room with a much lower frequency. Dhara was getting more and more impatient and irritated. When it had been almost an hour since anyone had entered Elenoras room, she figured that the woman should be stable enough for Dhara to take a look. She got up and walked to the room, determinded, hoping that no one would notice her bypass their prohibition.

When she got in, she found Elenora sitting in her bed. She smiled, pleased - the waiting time was over. "Hey," she greated her, a little unsure how to approach. She hadn't tried waiting for someone to wake up at a hospital and certainly never for a stranger. "I'm sorry I just let them take you here, but I wasn't sure you'd survive.. I'll help you escape if there's something in your blood work, you don't want them to notice ..?" She gave her an appraising look, trying to figure out how the woman felt about the whole 'I saved you from the demons'-situation. She did expect some kind of gratitude; Dhara rarely helped anyone she didn't know and she figured that the reward must be some kind of thankfullness from the victim. It should be.

Emne: Sv: Love to Hate it Lør Nov 14, 2020 8:04 pm

The odd sensation was back, as the demon walked in. Evolved humans had that ability to sense supernaturals when they came close. Elenora was right now not able to do anything, but her instincts told her to kill the demon - even if she had just saved her life. The demon greeted her, and Elenora frowned a bit - she had not expected the demon to tag along or even let her get to the hospital in the first place. A short chuckled left the human's lips, as the demon apologized for letting them take her here. "Don't worry about it, I have health insurance," she replied while trying to sit up. Her back was still sore from the injury, but she was covered with pain medicine - so she barely felt a thing. Elenora took a deeper breath in and kept her hazel colored eyes on the demon. The huntress wasn't very fond of having a demon in her room, not when she felt like the drugs kept her body so heavily chained to the bed.
"I never thought a demon would be my knight," she chuckled a bit, clearly still effected by the drugs the doctors had given her. "Today’s just been full of surprises. Might as well add this to the list," she added feeling her spirit being a bit lifted, which possibly was best in this case. Her usual self would in this situation thrown shit at the demon, but right now, all her best behavior was on. She leaned her head back to the pillow and waved the demon over. "What is your name even? I'm Nora, I would say a pleasure to meet you.. but I usually don't chit chat with demons," she chuckled a bit.

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Dhara looked at Elenora, confused for a second before she led out a little laugh. The thought of money hadn’t crossed her mind a single time that day. ”I’m glad to hear that..” was all she could think of as an answer. She took a step forward to help the woman to get up in a sitting position but something in the air stopped her from doing more. Something about Elenoras attitude told her to not get too close. ”But I’m still not sure if it’s safe for you to stay here. I still don’t know how they’re handling the.. dead bodies .. and if they’re going to press charges..” she explained. She let the matter of the blood work rest since the woman obviously didn’t worry about that.

”I guess not all demons are the same. Just like the human kind doesn’t have just one personality,” she answered with a frown. She couldn’t help but feel offended even though she knew that it was a truth that not all demons where helpful. She even knew that it indeed was a surprise that Dhara had helped her. But she surely woldn’t let Elenora know that, not after that remark.

As the woman invited her closer, she only took one more step to get closer to the bed as she was on her guard now. ”My name’s Dhara,” she said while she was looking at Elenora’s hazel eyes. ”They told me your name is Elenora.” She didn’t know why she said that as it was obvious that Elenora had just used a nickname which wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe it was the ‘not chit chatting with demons’ part that made her cumbersome. It seemed like she would have to wait a long time for that moment of gratitude that she had expected.

Emne: Sv: Love to Hate it Fre Nov 27, 2020 9:26 am

It was true, depending on who was out there checking the bodies - hearing her name. It could end ugly and Elenora didn't really wanted to spend Christmas or anytime at all in prison. "I know a few people working with the police, it shouldn't be a problem," she assured mostly on her own behalf - again Elenora didn't trust demons, not even with her guards a little down because of the drugs. The demon saying not all demons were the same made the human snort for a second, it took much more than words to just simply change a mindset that had only been taught one thing since she was a child. Dhara, the name was interesting and not one she had heard before - it wasn't on her list. Which made it a bit easier to be a tiny bit friendly. "Oh yeah that is correct," she breathed out and looked at the demon's pretty face. It wasn't fair the supernatural got to look so attractive - if you asked Julianne, Elenora's younger sister it was because they would make it easier to mankind to sin. Elenora found some truth to that theory, because even in her state of mind - it seemed so easy to get lost in those big doe eyes that looked at her in the moment. "Sorry for starring, you are just very pretty," the drugs talked for her, which only made her abilities cling on to the effect. It wasn't hard for people who entered or was in the room to feel the positive energy roaming, if anyone didn't know better if was easy to assume she was an angel - but her blood told different stories. "Actually, I changed my mind. Let's get the fuck out of here - I'm not in the mood for police." If it was because she could sense Ethan was on his way, was another question that wasn't going to be answered today. Elenora and Ethan had a different moral regarding the supernatural and she knew he wasn't going to let her go easy for it - if only he understood.

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Dhara accepted the explanation – somehow it didn’t surprise her, that someone hunting up and fighting demons had contacts within the police. Maybe this woman tried to be her own kind of frogman corps or something like that. It sounded like a stupid idea to Dhara, but she knew different kinds of stupid humans found ‘hunting demons and other evil beings’ to be a noble reason to die. Dhara felt like the world was not simple enough for anyone to make themselves judges like that. On the other hand, she didn't really live that much by ethics, so maybe she didn't really care about it all things considered. People could play police if they wanted, as long as they didn't kept out of Dhara's matters.

”What?” Dhara looked confused at the woman, as she out of a sudden gave her a compliment. This woman was a real chaos, at least in this drugged state of mind, she was in. Dhara couldn’t help but feel a little adored even though she did know, that it was probably the morphine speaking. Maybe that was why she just accepted as Elenora asked to get out. She didn’t add anything after her ‘what’ as she didn’t know if it was a real compliment, and after all she was really cautious because of her shifting attitude. She had the suspicion that the ‘kind Elenora’ was the drugs and the ‘demon hating Elenora’ was the real Elenora.

”But are you even able to get on your feet? Or should I carry you?” Dhara asked without getting closer. Even after being appeased by the compliment, she was still distrustful as she really didn’t know if this woman wanted to kill her too. She knew, that she probably should just leave the woman behind as she could become so much trouble, but somehow Dhara was drawn to her beautiful looks and incisive remarks. She didn’t know, what kind of relation she was hoping to establish with the woman, if some kind at all; or if she just wanted to get more information about this weird being.

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