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Chapter 7
The Purple Haired fellow, who'd entered the club, looked around the gloomy space. The sun had just set and people were filing in for the night. He scanned the area and found who he was looking for.
He walked over to the shaded figure sitting in the corner booth, a glass of red liquid in pressed to her lips.
He sat across from her. "Well if it isn't the fair lady." He grinned.
The lady looked up, green eyes glinting, and she smiled, revealing a pair of pointed white fangs. "Hello Darius." She smiled.
"Camille." He nodded curtly
"What a form to take." She studied his current vessel. "Make do with it." He snapped softly. She waved her hand and took another sip of her drink.
"Tsk tsk, let's not get feisty now precious. Remember, I have something you need. You wouldn't do too well without it or without me now would you." She looked up at him from under her eyelids.
Darius scowled. "Watch your tone vampire, believe me, if you didn't have something of mine I would have spilled your blood on these floors long ago."
Camille chuckled. "Oh I'm sure you would've."
People were starting to file into the club and Darius was getting impatient. "Well, do you have it or not?" He hissed.
"Here." She raised her other hand and from her forefinger dangled a long silver chain to which and iron locket with emeralds was attached. Darius' eyes flashed.
"And your half of the deal?" She teased haughtily. He growled.
"Don't push your luck vampire." He tossed her a small velvet bag of dark blue gems. "Do what you will with them, I care not."
She grinned like the Cheshire Cat and pushed the locket to him before picking up the bag daintily before placing it inside the pocket of her coat.
He stood up and moved to leave, the locket around his neck. He crossed into the body of a young man with dark brown hair and golden eyes and snapped his fingers just as he left the club.
Screams shattered the air behind him and he slipped off into the New York streets unnoticed.
He'd told the vampire not to push but she'd done it.
Oh well.
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"Damn it women, how is it you win every time!" Jonathan exclaimed, tossing down his knives in frustration. Sera shrugged and tossed another knife at the target, hitting the exact same spot that she'd hit the previous six times. Jonathan huffed and sat on the ground.
Toni sat in one corner with his sketchbook balanced on his lap while Cass and Felix were sparring nearby.
The rest of the day was uneventful, patrols were carried out as usual and so was training.
Sera, however, seemed to be in a better mood than usual. When asked, she'd simple said that she'd slept well. No one decided to push the topic any further than that.
Derek had disappeared to the library and Ruby was holed up in the greenhouse.
That night, once everyone had retreated to the comfort of their rooms and Sera was sure that they were asleep, she jumped out of bed.
She was dressed in a pair of black shorts, a neon blue and green shirt that said "Rave" and a black hoodie over it so as to not draw attention.
She chucked on her boots and tucked away a few knives just in case.
No she wasn't running away.
She was going to a rave.
Call her crazy to be going in a time like this, but when would she get another chance right?
She jumped out her of her room window and landed lightly on the ground. She pulled out her phone, 10:58, she'd be back by midnight and no one would know.
She hurried to the gates when a voice stopped her. "Running off again are we?"
She squeezed her eyes shut and turned around.
Busted.
She opened her eyes and found Toni standing before her in a black sweater and grey sweatpants.
"I was heading out." She replied weakly.
"Uh huh. No can do princess, it's too dangerous." Toni shook his head. She held her ground.
"Then come with me."
"Excuse me?"
"Come with me, it's just a rave anyway, not like I'm going to run away to South America and become a hermit." She repeated.
Toni raised an eyebrow.
"Are you serious?" He chuffed. She nodded.
She wasn't kidding.
"Well I..." He trailed off.
"Please Toni, just come with me. It'll be forever before I get to go to one of these again." She pleaded. Toni looked at her and she was staring at him, her grey eyes large and pleading.
He sighed.
"Alright, but we've got to be back by one at the very latest."
She fist pumped and grinned.
"But first, you need a change of clothes." She pointed at his outfit.
"What, as if my good looks don't make up for my late night clothing choices." He retorted.
'It's a rave dumbass. You need something neon and I know exactly where to get clothes like that." She grinned cheekily.
"Oh no, you can't be serious."
Magnus'.
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"How could anyone other than a demon posses someone?" Tessa asked, coming up to stand beside Magnus. He shrugged. "There's a spell so I suppose if one was stupid enough, he'd cast it on the vessel he wished to take over and simply whoosh in." Magnus drawled.
This was starting to get on his nerves.
"Possibly, or someone could have cast it on another soul so that that soul could take the form of any person and continuously live, thus making the soul immortal." Tessa suggested.
Are you saying that the possible offspring of an angel and a demon is a child that can live forever simply by taking control of different vessels?
"I don't know to be honest." Magnus huffed, exasperated.
"Maybe we should stop for the night and continue tomorrow. We certainly need to the rest." Tessa advised, glancing at her companions who seemed drained of energy.
"A splendid proposition Theresa dear, I shall return tomorrow morning. As for now, as they say in France, au revoir." Magnus said dramatically with a wave of his hand as he fetched his jacket and left.
All this dust was giving him a headache.
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Darius had made his way through New York fairly quickly. He was trying to track her.
His daughter.
Oh his sweet daughter, how nice it would be to be reunited with her.
Too bad he'd have to say goodbye soon after that.
Oh well, sacrifices had to be made for what he had in mind.
He walked by an abandoned building and barely took notice of it until he noticed a slight glitch of sorts.
He paused to look at the abandoned structure. Suddenly it seemed to glitch. He noticed the glitch.
The Institute. What fun.
He grinned slyly, maybe there would a change in plans this once.
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