"words": normal progression, dialogue.
"words": inner thoughts, telepathy.
"words": supernatural progression, dialogue
Yziel, demon of mysticism and magic, perched on a barstool and watched her as she made her way toward the bathrooms. He could see it rising above her skin in a fiery aura. Her power was potent and unrealized; which would make it all the more satisfying when he ripped it from her body along with her still beating heart.
Yziel hadn't always been so power hungry, he was content drifting through the ages, taking one soul here and another one decades, but with the sudden change in leadership demons were scrambling for a place in the new order and Yziel refused to be left behind. So he devised a rather clever plan that involved killing human psychics and stealing their energies, increasing his own power almost exponentially depending on the number he absorbed. But, it turned out to be much harder than it had been in previous years.
For, although there was no shortage of psychic ability in the human population in fact almost every human experienced it as a heightened sense of danger or the occasional flash of insight, finding victims with real strength was like searching for a needle in a large and widely spread out haystack.
But he had found that needle in Michelle Rivas. Her power glowed beneath her skin like a captive star, shining out and engulfing her in its embrace. From what he had gleaned from the mind of the meat sack he inhabited, he knew that Michelle was preternaturally persuasive and perceptive. It was probably a latent telepathic power paired with a form of empathic suggestion. It sure made her job as a federal agent a hell of a lot easier when she could get suspects and victims to open up and confess to her. It was also the reason why, at 25; she was the best interrogator in the department.
At first, Yziel had wanted to take his time with her. To follow her around for a week or two in order to make her more accustom to his presence. Her abilities, though untrained, would recognize him as a threat and that in turn would make her wary of him. But a call had been issued to all demons in the area to assemble and Yziel knew he needed to gather as much power as he could before answering.
So he came up with a new strategy. Inhabit one of her co-workers and use them to allay any instinctive fear she had of him. If everything went according to plan, by the end of the night he'd have enough power to claim a seat high up in the demonic food chain.
Distantly, Yziel could hear the screams of Mitchell Carter, a computer expert and the current body he inhabited. Yziel took great pleasure in keeping him awake during the planning and eventual murder. His tortured begging and desperate attempts to free himself made the inevitable conquest that much sweeter.
He signaled to the bartender and ordered her a rum and coke. H watched as she received the drink and waved her over when the bartender pointed him out. Her smile faltered a little and he could see confusion on her face as she peered at him. Yziel actually held his breath, waiting for her to decline his drink and leave.
He allowed himself a small smile when she waved back at him and took a sip from her glass; could practically feel the fire of her from across the bar.
And as she made her way over to him, Yziel felt a chill across the back of his neck and a voice whispering in his head.
"There's always a bigger fish."
Yziel spun around quickly, searching for who had so easily broken through his mental barriers and intruded on his thoughts. He saw nobody. There were a few patrons in the booths and one other guy at the bar. He sat at the far end, close to the door. He nursed a beer in his grasp and stared into it moodily. His long, brown hair fell across his face and into his eyes, obscuring him from full view. His long and lanky body was tightly folded against the counter.
In other words, he was utterly normal; not a spark of power to be had in him. None of the others besides Michelle did either. Maybe it was...
"Hey, Mitch. Fancy seeing you here."
Yziel turned away from his search and plastered a wide smile on his face. It was time. Time to finish her off and take in her essence. To make it his.
"Michelle, I heard about your latest win. Great job getting the confession. You deserve to celebrate."
Michelle beamed at him and raised her glass in a toast. Yziel smiled and reciprocated.
"To me," she declared, already slightly drunk.
"To you," Yziel echoed; and over the rim of his glass his eyes turned black.
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Hours later, Michelle stumbled out the door, stumbling and weaving, trying to maintain her balance.
She had stayed at the bar with Mitch for about half an hour, talking and catching up, until the college crowd arrived practically filling the building to capacity. It was then that the lights were dimmed and the music was blasted so loud it thumped in your chest and the floor became a mass of writhing bodies.
Michelle had excused herself from Mitch and enthusiastically threw herself into the throng of gyrating flesh. She laughed as hands slid over her body and cheered when one thoroughly inebriated patron bought a round for the house.
Her recollection of the next two hours or so was blurred into a flash of faces and impressions, no one thing completely clear. One thing that stood out in her mind though was Mitch. Mitch had stayed perched on the barstool, nursing his drink and occasionally striking up a conversation with the others around him. But every time she paused and glanced over he was watching her, he didn't even seem to blink, just watch her.
Something inside of her had told her to leave before it was too late and that was what she had done. And she regretted it every step of the way.
I could've called a cab from inside, Michelle groused to herself moodily. Instead I'm stumbling around on a darkened street practically screaming 'helpless victim'.
She felt for the reassuring weight of her Browning 9mm against her inner thigh. Even though she was supposed to be relaxing Michelle never went anywhere without her off duty weapon; she had had to buy the holster from a specialty store because of its precarious position on her body.
She was so intent on her gun that she failed to notice when she turned a corner and ended up at a dead end. She looked around the dimly lit alley and couldn't see any doorways, just brick and trash.
She turned back to the street and gasped as she saw a figure step out of the shadows.
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Yziel stepped out of the shadows and smirked at his target as she took an involuntary step backwards. It was always fun to inspire fear. Of course she thought he was her friend, and she couldn't see the ceremonial dagger concealed against his back.
He could see the struggle on her face as her instincts warred within her. She knew him, he was familiar but on the other hand, something was telling her to back away. He could see the indecision flood her features.
Yziel wanted to play with her a bit longer but he felt the forced call tightening its grip and knew he would be unable to resist its pull for much longer.
The grin on his face was menacing when he reached back and pulled the dagger out of its back sheath. He took another step forward, completely moving into the light. The sigils on his dagger seemed to catch the light and reflect it back darker than it was previously. The light on his face also brought attention to his cruel, sadistic smirk.
Yziel started towards her, holding the dagger loosely in his fist. She almost fell as she rapidly backed up to keep pace with his constant advancing. She fumbled under her shirt and Yziel laughed and walked all the more quickly.
She let out a gasp of release and brandished her gun at him, clearly expecting him to back away at the sight of it. He was able to take two additional steps before she released the safety and griped it tight with both hands.
"Stop or I'll shoot."
He could hear the tremble in her voice as her finger rested on the trigger. She was still a bit shaky from the alcohol in her system but she was unconsciously burning it from her blood stream and would only become more rational and prescient as the seconds ticked by.
"You won't shoot me, Michelle," Yziel mocked as he crowded closer and closer. "So why don't you just put down the gu-"
There were two loud pops that seemed to reverberate in the alley and Yziel felt the impact of the two bullets as one lodged in his heart and the other in his lung. Blood poured out of the wounds and heavily stained his white dress shirt.
Michelle looked horrified at the sight of his blood but kept the gun in her hands and her back pressed against the brick behind her.
When she noticed he was still standing she looked up at his face and just stared at him, shocked. She moved to bring up her gun again and he exploded into action. Grabbing her, Yziel forced her body into the brick wall, thumping her head against it and loosening her hands.
When he had kicked the gun away and brought the knife to her throat he could see her bleary eyes struggle to focus on him.
Once he had her sufficiently pinned he began running the blade across her skin. Starting with her forehead he slowly trailed the edge across her brow, down her face, and to her throat.
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Michelle whimpered as the cold metal traveled over her face. Her head felt like it was wrapped in cotton and she couldn't focus enough to use the defensive techniques she was taught at Quantico.
Her heart pounded a mile a minute and she could barely hear over the sound of her own rushing blood. She stared into his eyes and was afraid. Why didn't he have any pupils? How was he able to shrug off a direct shot to the heart? His soulless eyes bored into hers and it was like she was naked, exposed and under a microscope.
The knife dragged down her shirt and cut it down the middle with one quick movement of his arm. She gasped as the knife slightly cut into her skin. She could feel the sensation of her blood seeping out of the fairly long cut. Strangely, the injury started to burn and itch, as if it were infected with bacteria or something.
She watched, oddly entranced as he brought the knife up to his mouth and proceeded to lap up the traces of her blood from its edge.
"You taste so good, like sweet strawberries. Hope the rest of you tastes just as good."
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Yziel fairly moaned at the taste of power in her blood. It was heady and intoxicating and like whiskey it traced fire down your throat. He leaned in to lap directly from the wound when she screamed. His hand closed on her throat and her cries were chocked off as his fingers dug in sharply.
When she stopped struggling and started losing color in her lips, he decided to let her go. She sucked in air with great, heaving gasps which gave him time to poise the tip of his dagger directly above her heart. Yziel got her focus back to more important things by putting more and more pressure on the hilt until a small rivet of blood ran down her stomach.
"Now, my dear, it's time to end this."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
Yziel could smell the fear and pain rising off her skin and it only made her scent more inviting. Growling low in his throat, he answered.
"Because you have power and I want it."
Yziel paused for a moment to consider what he was doing. Surely he already had enough power. Did he really need to add hers to his collection? Indecision swam through his thoughts and before he realized it he had let her go and taken a few steps back.
He soon realized the reason behind his surprisingly hesitant behavior. That little bitch. Thinks she can use her powers on me.
Yziel sprang forward again, determined to end it right away was frightened when he felt himself pushed away from her and pressed violently into the opposite wall. He struggled against the hold but he was held firm so Yziel turned his attention to who rather than He knew Michelle wasn't the least bit telekinetic so it couldn't be anything from her.
But he was surprised when the guy from the bar made his towards him. He was imposing, both physically and psychically. His presence forced itself into Yziel's system and he could feel himself losing his grip on the body. He tried to hold onto it but lost more and more control as the seconds.
"Who are you? What's your name?" Yziel was now in full panic mode as the stranger's power forced itself into his core, burning like holy water. He let out a grunt of pain and could see the man sneer at him.
"None of your concern; besides, you won't be around long enough to use it."
Surety rang in his voice and Yziel felt a scream of pain build up inside of his throat. The body started sweating and writhing against the brick. As Yziel's pain was expressed in the only way he'd allow.
"If you exorcise me, it'll be the last thing you do. I'll escape again and then..."
The man's laughter cut through Yziel's threat and Yziel quaked as he locked gazes with him.
"Who said anything about an exorcism?"
Yziel couldn't stop the scream from ripping through his throat as he felt himself being crushed inside the meat sack. The last thing he saw was Michelle, groggy but still very much alive as she moaned in pain, before he was snuffed out like a flame.
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When Michelle reached consciousness again, she was in her bed at her house. She forced her eyes open and looked down at herself. She saw that all of her wounds were bandaged and she was wearing her fluffy bathrobe.
She heard the floorboard creak outside her door and panicked briefly before it opened and a man strode in. She had to crane her head back to look up at him he was so tall. His brown hair curled behind his ears and down the nape of his neck. His eyes were an odd green-grey color. She knew instantly that she was safe with him.
"How do you feel?"
She looked at him and then back down at the bandages. Had he bandaged me up?
"I'm fine, thanks." She suddenly had a flash of Mitch as he had her pressed against the alley wall and cut her with the knife he had. "How did I get away?"
"I saved you."
The way he said it, as if it were nothing made her burn with curiosity.
"How...?"
"It's better if you don't know."
He got up and was out the door in a flash. Michelle didn't know why but she didn't want him to just leave. She jumped out if bed to follow him.
When she got to her front door he already had it open and was starting out into the breaking dawn.
"Wait," she said as she caught up to him. He turned around and looked down into her face. "I just wanted to say thank you, for everything. I don't know exactly what you did but thanks."
She saw a brief smile flash over his face before it vanished. He turned once more to the door and stepped out down the stairs and onto the street. She then realized that she'd never gotten his name.
"Hey, what's your name?" She was slightly worried about waking her neighbors but shook it off. He stopped at the bottom of the stair and called over his should.
"It's Sam. Sam Winchester."
"My name's Michelle." It was impulsive but she felt the urge to return the name giving in kind so she told him.
"I know."
A/N: Hooray! Finally an update. I am so sorry for taking so long. It's just beeen really hectic with finals and projects and family life. Please accept my himblest apologies. Please Read & Review if you can, just review if you can't. Thanks for sticking with me.
