Lorne watched the dark demoness step up to the mic, and he cocked an eyebrow. Though it was infinitely hard to tell with any sort of demon, he thought her to be only roughly two-hundred years old, young by most standards. He had been keeping an eye on her most of the night, secretly hoping that she would sing and let him into her mind. She was a demon whose kind he couldn't identify-which honestly made him rather nervous. Darkness was her aura, and Lorne quickly deducted that she was a shadow spawned offspring
The demon pushed her hair behind her rather pointed elven ears, and piercing red eyes darted over to the jukebox.
Lorne folded his hands delicately over each other, and waited. He was almost eager to read this one!
He closed his eyes as the first few bars of Switchfoots, 'Dare You To Move' washed over him, accompanied by several emotions at once-pain, weariness, desperation, and a sort of a grim resolute. The demons past was clouded by a sort of intangible lock the Lorne couldn't even try to get past. It was almost like she had set up a fine mental block for herself.
Then all of a sudden the pain came.
Brilliant blue flashes of light sparked in Lorne's mind, striking him with such mental ferocity that it almost seemed like a physical blow. The demon girls past and future was dark…even darker that any demon in the bar. Lorne had a feeling she knew it.
Lorne nearly slipped out of his chair. He couldn't tear himself away from the singing. It was almost as intriguing and terrible as the time the two drunk Hibikimenes had stepped up the mic, and sang their twisted hearts out…Right now he would have taken the horrible screeching of those two demons at the moment than the ballad of pain and sorrow he was feeling now.
Finally, the demon girls song was over. Pain, blackness, and stars winked infront of Lorne's eyes, as polite applause drifted over the bar.
Lorne motioned for the girl to come over and join in at his table.
"Lovely song, dear," He sighed, wiping his forehead, "May I buy you a drink?"
"No thank you, I have had enough free drinks from demons like you." She said coolly, slipping into the seat opposite him with a shrug.
Lorne cracked a genuine grin. The girl swept that silky black, scarlet highlighted, hair behind one ear. She sure was a looker, even on human standards!
"What on earth and below do you mean by, 'demons like me'?" Lorne asked, tipping his chair back precariously, and stirring his drink. There was a little more venom in his voice than he had hoped to put in that statement. After all, her song HAD made him hurt quite a bit.
She seemed unperturbed, "Oh you know. They see a pretty demon, and want to get on with her..I mean, how do you even know I'm female?"
"Of course you are, love!" Lorne said, interlocking his fingers, and resting his pointed chin on his thumbs, "And I can also tell from your…er…pleasant song that you have come a long way to be what you are…"
He was bluffing, of course. All he could really make out of the girls song was pain, despair, and more pain. However, he must have hit a nerve. She raised her eyes, twin pools of garnet, and transfixed him with her gaze. Lorne couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Talk about getting caught up in someone's eyes!
"What do you mean?" Lorne heard a voice fill his ears with a roaring sensation. It wasn't the voice of the young demon across from him. It was the voice of pure evil itself. It was the voice of-
Then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone. The girl lowered her eyes.
"I'm sorry," She said quietly, "I…there's something inside of me…and…it doesn't like to be stirred…"
"No, I can imagine not.." Lorne took a deep breathe. He took a sip of his drink, "tell me, what is your name?"
"Kirazu.." She said hastily, eyes darting back and forth, "And I really must be going….now that it has awaken…"
"Hold on minute, sweetheart!" Lorne's hand shot out and caught hers, "If you're running from someone or something, this would be your safest place to hide."
"I don't run." Kirazu said levelly, those scarlet eyes flashing, "And I never…ever hide!"