He looks down, sighing. "Well, I'm not human-"
"I already, know that; just tell me why you were crying blood." I interrupt; right now I just want to get to the point.
"Wait, how do you know?" He tilts his head to the side, his eyes asking the exact same question he just voiced aloud.
'Should I tell him all of it, or just a tiny bit…? Just a tiny bit, I can't trust him, I don't know if he's on clock or not.'
"I'm one fourth demon. Just enough to do this." Within the blink of an eye, my hair shortens to my chin and red highlights appear at the top. My gray eye turns the color of my other eye (when it doesn't have the contact in), which is having the white part of the eye black, and the iris is now a swirling vortex of bright red and purple. A slim black tail with blood red on the tip winds itself around my leg.
Though I doubt he knows I am part demon, he smirks.
"So Xander was right. You ARE SPECIAL." Now it's my turn to shift my head to the side. Who is this "Xander" dude, and how did he know about me? I've made SURE no one knew in my years here…..
I open my mouth to ask, but he answers for me. "Xander is my brother, he can see people's souls." That gets me. He can see that, and his smirk widens. So, naturally, I huff and cross my arms. Yeah yeah, childish. Oh well.
"Okay, then how has he seen me?" His smirk finally drops. I walk closer to him. "Unless… of course, you both are stalking me…." It's my turn to plant a smirk on my face. Slowly, he retracts, trying to stay as far away from me as possible. He continues this until the wall hits his back. I, however, continue walking until I am close enough to hear his hummingbird-like heartbeat, increased with nervousness.
I take advantage of that. "Do I make you nervous, Alec?" At his name, his eyes flash and next thing I know, I'm on the ground being straddled, AGAIN. My smirk stays, though. Because when I let my demon part come out, it not only changes my appearance, but also gives cat-like reflexes and demonic powers. Which is what allows me to do what I do next, which is hook my leg around his waist and flip us over so I'M the one straddling HIM now.
My smirk is now replaced with a deadly serious look. "You of all people should know we are NOT in a good place to be fighting. If one of us kills the other, it makes the survivor the last demon-blood in all of time and space. I REFUSE to become extinct like the Time Lords. I REFUSE!" with that, I find his pressure point and quickly knock him out.
~Later~
As I lock the closet door, I release a heavy sigh, my breath moving my long, completely black hair. He just had to mess my day up. I have been trying to forget what happened, only showing my demonic form when I am endangered or… "convincing" a non-human. That's why I just can't allow him to take me.
He probably thinks I know his name because I personally know him. I DO know him, just not like that. Just because I keep under the radar, doesn't mean I don't know political matters. I know the Prime Minister isn't human; he may have fooled everyone else with his perception filter, but not me. Plus, if you do just a tiny bit of research, you'll find he actually doesn't exist. All his supposed years at Cambridge, they don't exist. It's an alias, to make sure no one can find out who he really is.
Slowly, my thoughts consume me. They swim around in my head, leaving colored trails behind them. In order to pick one, I have to catch it with my bare hands.
Wow, that was disturbing.
Suddenly pain blossoms in pain, and darkness and silence consume me.
My eyes open and I immediately can see I'm not in my room anymore. Instead, I'm a big control room. Through the window, I can see clouds, so I must be on plane. But judging by what else I can see in the room, it isn't just a regular plane.
There's an old man in a wheelchair, looking at me curiously, almost to ask, "What's a normal human girl doing on board?" Or maybe he's staring at the chains that are binding my arms and legs together.
Off to the side, there's a colored family, and in the very front of the ship, there's a posh white woman.
But the thing that worries me the most is the Prime Minister's face right in front of me.
Because that face is my kidnapper, Harold Saxon. Or, as known by a select few, The Master.
