Arezue; Desire
Landing on the ground with a crunch, Arezue winced – her rib cage was broken. It would heal in a couple of hours, but it still hurt. A man of about seventy-five stood near the wall of the ally, leering at her. Scowling at him, she grabbed his neck and bit down as he screamed. When the coppery liquid properly sated her, she dropped him to the floor. He was only unconscious, the soul kept her from killing upon whim. It wasn't that the killing bought her guilt – it was just that she had this thing, telling her it was wrong. She usually ignored it but sometimes it was just too loud.
Utterly disgusted, Arezue ran through the LA streets, the rain dripping through her clothes and soaking her down to her bones. She couldn't quite really feel differences in temperature (which was a good thing, considering it was December and she was wearing nothing but a skimpy dress) but she could feel the wind and it was getting definitely on her nerves. The rain also made it impossible for her to see more then two feet in front of her face.
"Dammit!" She swore under her breath, slowing down and pushing hair out of her face. Her 18th century bun had somehow come undone and now her wavy honey blonde waist length hair was getting on her nerves. She spotted her black hair ribbon and a few hairpins in the mud.
She glanced around and surmised that she had to get out of the rain. Sunrise would be soon and she certainly couldn't go into any demon bars – his entrouge would be searching for her in such places. She sighed, this meant…
'Only one option left.' Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and smoothed it down – Angel's address. He'd probably be shocked to see her so soon – but it wasn't as if she cared what her father thought. At this point in her life, he really held no significance – other then being a really annoying cockroach that sent her birthday cards every few years. He had given up his sire rights when he'd ditched her.
"Well," She sighed in defeat. "Looks like it's time to give Daddy a little surprise." Smirking as she imagined the look on his face – guilt, annoyance and maybe a little panic – she took off. There was only another hour left before the dreaded sun rose and extinguished all her kind until sundown.
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