Doctor Eugene Anatiun was a businessman, the perfect male counterpart of Elizabeth Crowley. Handsome, poised, sleek. Deadly. He sat comfortably inside his limosine, shaking hands with an associate. The manor that sat the hill up ahead was on the outskirts of LA, far enough to keep out the riffraff but close enough to flirt with the action.

Crouched on the manor's rooftop, Ehafel watched the associate wave and leave. He watched the gilded gates of the manor swing open. He watched the limosine grind its way up the gravel driveway.

He raised his sniper rifle, wondering if he could shoot the cocky businessman right then and there. Thinking better of it, he lowered it again. Counseling patience, he simply sat back and observed.

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"Do you mind if I join you? I have nothing to do until the sun begins to rise" He asked, just wanting the compnay of someone other than Jocelyn.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

"I think you misunderstand me." Elizabeth said as she turned away and walked over to her drinks cabinet and poured herself a drink. "It is merely a failsafe. You have to understand, I have many enemies in my line of work. It also protects me from them." she turned her head slightly and smiled at him "A drink?"

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"I would appreciate the company. It has been long since I have had the company of anyone civilised" Sophia replied with a genuine smile "Besides" she continued with a grin "I'm beginning to hunger."

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Daeron laughed at her implication and nodded, his own body was succumbing to his own hunger and didn't mind the company of another as he ate.

"They what are we waiting for?"

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Sophia walked through the dark, dank tunnel relieved to be getting out and to be in good company. Coming to the exit, she looked up and saw the starry sky. Smiling at it's ethereal beauty, she climbed the ladder that ran up the tunnell wall and made her way out into a dark alleyway.
Taking a deep inhalation of breath, a grin crossed her lips.
"Magnificent."

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Marcus frowned, what's the worst that could happen. He nodded slowly.
"OK, I shall join you for a drink." He stepped toward her and smiled, coming up with a plan.
"I have an offer for you then. I cannot force you, and I cannot change your mind and so I offer you a deal. Release those in your controll and I shall work for you in their place."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Elizabeth poured him a large whisky and handed him it over "An interesting offer to be sure. Why would you work for me?" she asked with a hint of curiosity in her voice "Hypothetically speaking of course"

She took a sip of her drink and eyed him over the rim of the glass.

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He narrowed his eye at her and smiled.
"Hypothetically speaking of course... I wish for my kin to be free of people like you. Yet I see you are a buisness woman and so I cannot threat you. I will work for you in return you shall release my kin."
Ever since the war ended Marcus had been obseesed with saving his people, and that meant by any means nescecary.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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"Still talking hypothetically, would you be willing to have the same magicks placed on you as I do them? If not then there is no deal" Elizabeth looked at him with a dark, serious look.

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"I don't think so. I don't want to become a slave to you." He frowned at her, almost a glare in his eyes.
"I would be willing to work for you, as a loyal employee, not a slave."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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Elizabeth shot him a look and placed her glass down on the wooden unit hard and walked back over to her desk, sitting down on the large plush leather chair behind it.
"Then there is no deal. Feel free to see yourself out, we have no need for anymore dealings, business or otherwise." her words were sharp and venomous.

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Marima looked out in the bright sunlight. Though it looked like a beautiful day, she couldn't help to feel a bit sad, knowing that her boyfriend is probably hanging from a closet, sleeping. Over the days, he had grown sullen that she feared that he might do something stupid. Casting aside those thoughts, she began to walk to her car.

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I was cured all right.

A few hours later, Ehafel landed on Elizabeth's roof and slipped in through the same window he'd slipped through last time. Folding his wings back into his spine with a successive cracking of cartilage, he flexed his powerful shoulders and proceeded down the corridor. He noticed with some amusement that someone had cleaned up the head and the brown sack. The bloodstain, however, remained.

He paused outside his mistress's office door, hearing voices from within. One was familiar. The other was distinctly masculine. He listened for a moment, but could distinguish no words. At last he gave up and knocked.

"Mistress Crowley, I have your report."

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Marcus spun around at the voice. A kinsman? He turned back to Elizabeth.
At her words he ran as fast as lightning outside the window, but hung around outside to hear the convosation.

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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"I thought you might be a vampire, but I was not fully sure, well I am a stranger in L.A," Jerome said feeling stupid for not guessing sooner.
The man turned his head around, his hand holding the back of it.
"The man left me to die, deserted me. He didn't teach me how to control my thirst. Then one day I found him, back in England, I don't know how I recognised him, his power drew me to him. That was when I stabbed him, outside of an inn..," Jerome's voice trailed off into silence.

He kicked an empty cigarette packet into the road, a car whistled past, crushing the box. Yes, it was nice to have a conversation with another of his own kind, not having to tell lies about who he was. This was the first time he had spoken openly to anybody. Jerome moved his hand to his shoulder, using his long nails to idly brush off specks of dust that had fallen onto his jacket.
Jerome lifted his head up, smelling the night air, but a fainter smell tickled his senses, the smell of hot coffee. He looked down the road, following where the smell came from with his eyes. At the bottom of the street a bright, golden glow, shone out from a coffee shop, illuminating the night. A drop of rain fell from the sky, then another, this turned into a deluge. He lifted up the collar of his coat, not letting any water trickle down his neck.
"I think it is time to get out of the rain, would you like to walk down to the coffee shop at the end of the road?" He asked, pointing at the light.

Elizabeth drummed her fingers on her desk, she was becoming increasingly annoyed with the day as a whole. The one who claimed he was the Black Angel lept out the window and was gone.

She heard Ehafel's unmistakable voice, from outside her office "Enter" she said sharply ushering him inside. "I trust all went well" she said, her tone more business like, trying to mask her frustration. "Please, give me some good news"

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