The Killer In Me (Lana)

[Samael Sinclaire]

(OOC: This takes place a few days after "Father of Mine")

It was incredibly easy to find people nowadays. All Samael had to do was use another little page from the book he stole to find the little shopkeeper he had to fight in order to get the book from, and it lead him directly to her. He had to find another way to get to Reginald. Since their first meeting and first battle, the incubus had managed to find a way to mask his location from Samael completely. Needless to say, his father was indeed resourceful, despite being a pathetic little bottom feeding leech.

It was dark by the time her home was blessedly empty of her presence. Once he had her location, he made it an interest to not disturb her during the daylight hours, lest he risk some nosy passerby to try and come to her aid, and it also made him less likely to be seen. But he watched her from afar. Her habits, he way of going and coming, and not once did she seem comfortable at all. Somehow, Samael felt that he had left an impression on her. And from the looks of it, she would be scarred for a while, but at the same time, it seemed like she managed to still keep the same locks, rather than change them. Once she left, all he had to do was telekinetically unlock the doors, and remove the locking chain from the door. He let himself inside the house, locking the doors back, so not to make anything look too suspicious. At least not to begin with. He wanted her to feel safe coming home. To allow herself to think that her one, true sanctuary could never be compromised by him. That was the true power. To know that you have them feeling nervous was the ultimate form of torture. Of course, it was indeed the least painful, and Samael was willing to see how far her pain tolerance would go before she broke like a thin layer of glass.

He went inside the different rooms. The living room, the kitchen, her bathroom, and even her bedroom to hopefully find some clue towards having the ability to overcome whatever shroud it was that kept Reginald hidden from Samael. Nothing though. Not a single thing could be found anywhere, something that he expected to begin with, but all that meant was he would have much more fun with her. If he was right, then he would have at least an hour to do what he wanted to do, before she came home.

For thirty minutes, he took a jar of human blood that he had brought with him, smirking at how easily humans bleed out, and how the mugger picked the wrong guy to try and pick pocket. The man's screams still rang in Samael's ears. He was one of those guys that looked as if he was well off, but had a case of being a clepto. When he reached into Samael's pocket, he pulled out the demon's wallet and walked off, not thinking that he noticed, but he had. When he thought he was alone, Samael had stepped out of the darkness, and had pinned him against the wall, and promised the man that the Hell that Samael was going to send him to would seem like Heaven before the end. And Samael kept his promise, all the way up to when the man's eyes went dead with fear and agonizing pain.

Waste not want not they say, and Samael was a firm believer in that, which was why he picked up the nearby jar beside a dumpster where Samael disposed of the body, and filled it with the man's blood, milking it out through what was left of the man's right arm. He figured that if he was going to do this right, he was going to have to make the reality of the girl's future situation as real as possible. Samael had just finished writing the words in blood on the wall above her bed before he heard the rattling of the door. From the sound of it, she dropped her keys and was attempting again. Just enough time for Samael to position himself within the darkness of her closet, with the door open, so that she would not see him immediately when she came into her bedroom, but rather she would see the writing first, and then him, in that order.

Once he knew that she was inside, he looked over to the stereo, where he had just placed a CD in, and pointed his finger to press play. The song immediately began to play at a volume that could be heard throughout the apartment, to get her attention.

All she needed to do now was come into the bedroom and look up. She would then see the words, I CAME FOR A REFUND... written on the walls, and then...well, it would be showtime.

[Lana Louise Evans]

She felt like a new woman. Or new fairy to be technical. Call it a complete make-over. It wasn't a gradual change, and everyone knew that. She was the closed off cheerleader who was usually cut off and slightly down, but she wanted a change. So she went out, got a hair cut and some clothes. Bright clothes. Friggin' radio active clothes. She didn't want to be that gloomy teen anymore. Her parents are dead, her brothers too probably. She was constantly getting attacked by evil and her family that she has now is falling apart. She needed to try, and find a way to get through all of this. She might be pink and power, but not pink in mind. It was time to try and become a more optimistic person. Ergo, fashionita. She didn't see any bad in it, especially at a time like this. So with a new hand bag, new dress, shoes and basically a 100% personality and prada make-over, she held several bags on her arms as she went to open the door. The keys fell on the porch. Okay, second time is the charm.

The door swung open to a stop as she strutted inside. They say that if you look good, you feel good. Its not a lie, so putting her stuff on the kitchen table, she pulled her coat off of her. She wasn't one for homework, but this had to be an exception. SAT's were coming up, or at least the first round so she had to at least study a bit. But why!? She had photography skills, she was perky, she was also a super duper hunting chick. What else would she need in life? Throwing that perspective away, she grabbed her hand bag and started to walk up stairs. That was until she heard it. Some kind of humming, or low woman's voice. No one was home though. That probably should stop happening since the last time she was home by herself she was attacked by a succubus, but that's past. It was kind of creepy, but Ev probably left his stereo on. But she could help but feel - on edge. Like something bad was going to happen, and that a simple blank on turning off a music system was just a lie she was telling herself.

Getting to the top of the staircase, she looked down the hall. Her lights were dim in her room, but her door was still ajar. Also, call it fairy senses, but the music wasn't coming from Ev's room; it was from hers. She hadn't been home all day. She actually gulped, trying to walk quietly down the hall. It couldn't be a vampire; they couldn't come in unless invited. There had to be a logical explanation that hopefully wouldn't end in death and dispair. Moving down the hallway, she got to the door. She was probably just freaking out for nothing, but as she swung the door open, she caught sight of the room. Everything was fine, her bed untouched but the stereo was on. But something on the wall caught her eyes as she moved into the room. As she looked at it closer, she realized what it was. One sentence, written in blood on her wall that she knew who wrote. It was him - the demon. Eyes wide, she felt tense all over as she took a step backwards, looking at the words. "What the -?". Looking to the words, she heard the closet door behind her creak. On edge, she spun around she saw him in the darkness. She gasped as she swung her foot into the door, slamming it closed as she turned to run.

[Samael Sinclaire]

He could have swore that he heard her heart stop when she read the words on the wall. A smile crossed his face, as he could see her reaction from the darkness of the closet. Before he could hold her down though, she heard the damn closet creak and saw him. When she kicked the closet door closed, and knocked him back, Samael threw his hand forward and telekinetically pushed the door off of its hinges, and sent it flying into pieces of wood and splinters on the ground. Samael stepped out of her closet and walked out of the room. “You can run, but you most definitely cannot hide.” He threatened, looking at the front door and locking it with his telekinesis.

He walked downstairs, towards the table that she left all of her stuff on, and while he knew that she was hiding somewhere, he had patience. She would not get out of this house, unless he allowed her to. “Your book worked wonders,” he said aloud throughout the house, “it helped me find my scumbag of a father just fine. Did you know that he is nothing more than a despicable, bottom feeding incubus?” There was silence, but Samael sarcastically laughed and said, “I know, imagine my surprise, that I came from a schmuck who wanted more power for himself!” As if he had gotten a response back that would have fit what he just said.

He opened her purse and pulled out her little girly wallet and skimmed through it. For a girl, she definitely had an ungodly amount of cards and cash. No wonder she could afford to live by herself. It surprised him that nobody had yet to come and ask questions, but when you owned a magical shop like she did, he figured that she had everything figured out. Quickly losing interest, he dropped the wallet back inside her purse, and pushed it out of the way. “Are we really going to do this again?” he asked, annoyed, “Just come out here, and give me what I need, and I will be on my way. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.” He waited a few seconds and wondered if she would come out on her own will, but when she did not, his hands caught ablaze and he grinned.


“Alright, the easy way.” He said coldly.

[Lana Louise Evans]

One thing you should know about fairies; they have some blocks. Glistening isn't as easy as it seems, it requires focus. But if you say, fall down the stairs and bang your head, it can be hard to do. She blamed the shoes, but as soon as she left the hall way she tripped on the first step down the stairs. She was going to glisten, don't worry about that, but once she slipped things went south - even more. Light glowed from the body as she flipped down the stairs, smashing her arms, legs, back and neck on the wooden steps as she flew down to the bottom. Landing with a broken neck, it is never fun. Lana felt all the pain that she should; the broken bones and the large gashes, but she just got over it quickly. So after spitting out blood on the floor, she gripped onto her head and twisted it back into place. Her ears rang with the cracking of bones breaking into place, as she then snapped her leg back into place at the shin, radiant pink light flowing from her leg as she did so. Apart from the massive headache, she was five by five. But when she rose and she aimed for LA Fever, she couldn't glisten. At least not for now, but she had to do something.

Running, she got to the front door. As soon as she pulled it open, the door swung shut again, locking indefinitely. She reafed at the door, trying to make it budge. But fairy or not, she wasn't getting through their anytime soon. She screamed in anger, breathing heavily and looking for somewhere to go. Then she saw the knife block - and then she saw the walk in pantry. Not just a convenient place to stuff your face, but a good hiding spot. So running, she ripped a kitchen knife out of the block before running into the pantry. Shutting it, she held the knife as she waited for something. Maybe the door closing to indicate he was finally leaving? But then she heard his voice. At least it was quality merchandise at Ev's shop, unfortunately it aloud him to find her. Holding the knife, she wished he would just leave. But he went on about his father. His father? She would do anything to have her dad back from the dead, and he was complaining. It made no sense.

She heard him looking through her finds. A clepto? What the fuck? She was wondering what he was doing while she looked through her own surroundings. The light came from the door and gave her at least some light, and she looked around while holding her head. Some pain killers please! Then she found them in a little basket with some first aid stuff, and slammed two down. In a few minutes she could escape, but until then she was - trapped. Trapped? That sounded weird coming from a girl that can take a steel pipe through the head and live to tell the tale. What was she scared of? It was stupid. When she heard the flames flickering out in the kitchen, she sent a kick into the doors of the pantry and busted them open before stepping out, holding the knife in a cautious manner. Looking at him, she took a step back but stared this guy down. "Listen here Sparky, you got your book. What could you possibly want from a cheerleader? I have nothing that you want!". She said to him, trying to find something to do to him. Then she remembered - knife in hand. She threw it, it flying through the air towards the demon as she hoped it hit, she hoped to god it did.

[Samael Sinclaire]

“Yes, I did get the book, and thank you for being so gracious as to lend it too me,” He said sharply, “but due to a little...hiccup, my father, Reginald, escaped. And now he has put a shroud over himself that prevents me from finding him. I need another book now, and since you're the one who probably knows where I can get a book that can help me unshroud him, I am coming to you...for help.” She probably wondered why he needed to kill his father, but she did not understand the situation, nor would she care. Then again, how concerned she was for his affairs meant very little to him too, but he had to kill Reginald. He was the only thing between Samael and his full demonic heritage and powers. Lately, Samael found new reasons to want to become a full demon. By doing so, it meant the complete loss of his human soul.

“You can either help me, or I can make you help me,” he threatened, “I may not be able to effectively kill you...yet, but I have heard that your little roomate, Everette, is one of the Trinity. Impressive little advantage for a fairy, but I've also been lead to believe that he is the most vulnerable of the three. It would be a terrible shame if something were to happen to him when he least expects it. Of course, that would probably earn me the wrath of the other two brothers, but that is a risk that I am willing to take.”

And then it happened again. That...nauseous feeling in the very blackest pits of his stomach. It twisted and turned in him as he made that threat. Something that had only began to happen when he tried to threaten his half-sister, Mari. His eyes went their demonic red again as he looked at her, and while he tried his best to hid anything was wrong, his conscience was getting the best of him. “I don't deserve to ask for your help...” he said somewhat sympathetically, still trying to keep the ruthlessness in his voice, “But think of it this way, the moment I kill my father, the sooner I am out of your life for good. I promise. Just...give me what I need to find him, and I will bother you no more.”

Suddenly, out of the distraction of the nausea that he felt, he almost did not notice the glint of the blade out of the corner of his eye. Reacting just in time, he managed to telekinetically move the trajectory of the knife just far enough that it skidded past the left side of his face, slicing the side of his check. Slowly, he raised up, fury in his eyes as out of reaction, he lifted his hand to send a telekinetic wave in her path to slam her up against the ceiling, if it hit, and then cause her to fall to the floor.

“Don't...do...that.” he said hotly, his teeth shifting to the razor sharp teeth of his demonic form before shifting back. If he did not kill Reginald soon, it would be as he always feared: His soul would begin to completely manifest.

[Lana Louise Evans]

She knew what she had to do. Glistening, she appeared behind him. This demon would have no idea what he was dealing with now, but she was going to get the upper hand. So she ripped the knife out of the wall, stabbing the knife into his neck. Blood squirted onto her face as she struggled to keep the knife in, killing the demon. She felt strong. She didn't need fear, because she was powerful. Nothing could stop this fairy because this powerful demon was now victim to her blade. Ripping the knife out, she let his lifeless body fall to the ground. You do not - I repeat - do not, go up against a cheerleader like that. Looking at the knife, it was spotted with his blood as she laughed. A loud and diabolical laugh that echoed through the house. She had done it. She had killed him, and she did it so easily. Lana had strength, power and cunning. She was beyond any demon or hell beastie that wanted to threaten her. Lightning flashed through the room and against her face as the fairy marvelled in her achievement, feeling the world at her finger tips and nothing in her way.......

Yeah, that plan sucked. Lana stood with a knife in her hand and a floral dress. The intimidation meter here; ranking around a 0.5. The .5 being that she could fight, but she had tried that before. She managed to hurt him, but not kill him. She had to try better, or pull grenades out of her handbag or something. Already in his presents she had broken her leg and neck. Accomplishment! But it wasn't enough to get her out of this safe. Not just unharmed but to ensure that the people around her were safe. This guy had to enter the twenty-first century and realize that this shit didn't happen anymore. Looking at his proposal, she made a nervous laugh as she looked for something to attack him with, opposed to a friggin' kitchen knife. "Yeah, I don't negotiate - with psychos". She said, but then he went into the serious stuff. The stuff that he knew she didn't want to hear. Obviously he was confused on who she was, but if he did go for Ev, Ev would kill him. Good idea really, because when you have like three or four kinds of magic running through your veins, demons like this seem like a piece of cake. But she had to admit that it really unnerved her that he said that, so she just stayed silent.

That is when Lana admittedly did something - really really stupid. It was weird, but something was happening to him. He wasn't being as harsh as he could, but he was basically tell her to help him with this, and he will leave her alone. But the point was that this was probably a trick. That is why she threw the knife. That is why she basically dug her grave, and the knife shot at him. But he got to it just in time, and it slashed across his face and into the wall. Right, okay, this was bad. But then it seemed to set him off again. Gulp! He sent a telekinetic wave at her, and she really hadn't missed them. It hit her as she groaned, curving up through the air as he back hit the ceiling. She grunted as she hit it, feeling the force on her and then felt it let go. Falling through the air, she screamed as her face hit the edge of the kitchen's island, and it flipped her back onto the floor. Yeah, her nose was broken now. As she laid on her back, she groaned in pain but as light shone over her face, her nose broke into place and she wiped the blood off from under her nose, feeling the bruises on the back of her arms heal in the process. Standing up, she looked to him. Okay, any chance of glistening was now completely out the door. "What do you think!? I would just let you blow up my cousin's store and try to kill me like three times and let it slide? Are you high!? I can't help you, okay. I am helping out, I don't own the store or anything. I had to save up for weeks for this freakin' hair cut for god's sake! But really, if it means you will leave me the hell alone then I will totes help you elliminate your pressing and petty fucking daddy issues. Is it supposed to be a turn on at all because really, no. And for the face -". She shot forwards and dived over the island. Rolling along the end of it, she sent a kick straight at his face. Call it a comprimising pay back for mangling her face. She had just been to the spar, like just then!

[Samael Sinclaire]

To be completely honest, despite his searing hatred for the girl's persistence, Samael like the girl's peppy little attitude. Not many people had the wrought iron guts to stand up to him after he had delivered as much hellish punishment as he had on her. Perhaps if it was in his power, when he became a full demon, he would corrupt her and make her a demon, himself. A demon like her would be quite amusing. “Let's put it this way then, if you do not want to negotiate with psychos,” Samael retorted bitterly, “like I said before, my father? He's worse than me, and chances are, he is probably trying to keep close tabs on me now, since I am trying to find him, and knowing him, he'll do whatever it takes to see to it that I never find him. Maybe there is a possibility that you simply do not have the resources in your little shop to help me. You could say no to helping me, and find a way to expel me from this house before I take your head from your body, and play a little soccer with it, but if you did get rid of me, rather than help me, he will probably pay you a visit next, and probably siphon your power from you like the little leech that he is, and leave you absolutely vulnerable. Then what, little fairy princess?” He crossed his arms and leaned back with a satisfied look. The truth was, Reginald probably was keeping an eye on Samael. His bastard son already came extremely close to killing him once, and if Samael was anything like Reginald, then his son will make sure to get the job done the next time they met. However, it all depended upon whether Lana wanted to be compliant or not.

He did not know what it was, but attacking her somehow counteracted the nausea. Suddenly, he felt fine again, and the remorse was nowhere to be felt again. The sweet, hollow feeling that Samael was used to was back again. “You may not own the store, but you have access to the books, and that is enough.” He retorted, before she finally finished and then leaped forward and sent a crushing kick into Samael's face. Samael slowly got up, his eyes were red, but now they were glowing coals in his eye sockets. Every fiber in his being was telling him to burn her until not even the ashes were left, but instead, he lifted his index finger, and telekinetically aligned her nose, fixing it so it could heal quicker. “Thank you...” he said calmly, but with some fire in his voice from being kicked, “think of it this way, you're helping a devil save the world...” All the while, he was thinking of all the ways he was going to cut into her the moment he got the chance, but his face didn't show it at all.

Pulling out a handkerchief, he wiped the blood off of the side of his face. There was not much. If he was human, he would probably be sporting half a Glasgow Smile, but his demonic durability allowed that from happening. Instead, it was just a cut across the face that would barely even scar up. He wanted to toss her up against the ceiling again for shits and giggles, but a part of him told him that enough time had already been wasted. “Somehow, Reginald, my father, is shrouding himself from the spell book,” Samael explained, getting to the point, “whatever it is, must be powerful dark magic, so I am just going to need a little spellbook that will allow me to counter that. Take me to that book, and you will never see me again. I promise.” Mockingly, he smiled and invertedly crossed himself.

[Lana Louise Evans]

She was getting it. Daddy; bad! It seemed really really clear now. If it didn't than she needed help, but looking at the demon she crossed her arms. He was trying to sway her, and losing her powers was obviously a big thing for her. Imagine being able to dive into the depths of hell and still live. To be stabbed in the face and still look pretty. To fall off of a building and walk off of the blood-stained pavement. She needed her powers, so if she needed her powers she wasn't going to let them get away. On the hole, this guy had a good point. Not that she would admit that. But with a straightened nose, she could tell it was someone else doing it. And it must have been him. The worst thing about regenerating is that she had to break bones back into place, so it was a 'kind gesture'. Or effect or annoy her by making her look like a damsel; in which she definitely was not. Looking at him, she shrugged. "Okay, fine. I have access, in more ways than one. But remember that that means I have the power, so I say how things go. K?". She said, and then did what she had to to seal the deal. And when her foot crunched on his face, she felt amazing.

Having her grip on the edge of the counter, she lowered her feet on to the floor before looking at him. He rose again, and thanked her. "Anytime". She sighed as she stood her ground. She didn't trust him. She was definitely still on edge. But the way he put it, really didn't make it sound any better. When he said it, she screwed up her face. "Don't put it like that. I think a thousand christian ghosts just threw up on my soul right now". She moaned, and looked to the counter where she hit. Blood splatter, it shouldn't look so - casual. But turning back to him, she had to see how this was going to work. Looking into his eyes, she saw him wiped the blood with the hankechief. It wasn't big, but it kinda looked sore. Sustaining pain was almost forgotten in the past few weeks of constantly healing, she had to admit that. But he was taking it - kinda seriously and hoped to the point on this debriefing of this immoral and screwed up thing they are doing. Basically, this Reginald guy had cloaked himself from the spell this demon was trying to cast, and she had to get the book he wanted. Easy enough as she nodded, but couldn't help but laugh innocently yet abruptly. "I really - don't believe you". She said as she closed her lips and shook her head. She wasn't being snide, or sarcastic. She was just showing that she didn't trust the guy, but she had to atleast pretend to to get herself through this crappy night.

"Well, if we a helping each other - Don't, freak out or get any ideas". She said as she moved towards him. The fact that he was reasonably attractive made this a lot easier, but it had to be a kind of mutual thing. He helped her nose, she might as well help his face. Getting up in front of him, she quickly gripped onto the back of his head and pulled him in. She kissed him, slightly kissing him hard before breaking it slightly. She opened her eyes, and her iris's glowed a hueing pink crystalite color. A flow of elegent and pink energy flowed from her mouth and into his. Light shone from inside his wound, healing it completely. This was good power, going into a bad body. Who knows, maybe this would appeal to some humanity he had? Maybe make him true to his word. Something. Breaking the healing connecting, her eyes reverted to their usual brown and let go of his head. "Let's get this over with huh?".

[Samael Sinclaire]

She was taking charge. That was usually Samael's cue, but oddly enough, the little fairy's domination in the deal was somewhat...attractive in a way. Suddenly, Samael was wondering how she would be in cuffs and chains being whipped repeatedly, but it was quickly pushed into the back of his mind. He had more important things to worry about than angry sexual arousal. “Very well, but know that if you try to trick me, then I'll see to it that you scream your vocal chords out until they don't grow back.” He would let her have her fun, but Samael was not against seeing to it that she would be known as the most legendary sufferer that Hell would ever see.

He chuckled at her little remark about christian souls and them vomiting on her soul. “Honey, they did that when you first let me through the shop door,” he joked darkly, “and if we're going to do this, then perhaps you should give me your name. You can call me Samael.” Sure, he was putting a name to the face that she would warn others about soon enough, but by the time any of them had a chance to rally against him, it would be far too late. Samael's power would increase greatly, and the power of Hell would flow through him. “Believe me or not, but better the devil you know, than the one that you don't.” At least with him, she had already seen his true darkness, “Besides, I need you. That means any enemy of yours that we may come across can be considered target practice on my end. Heh, unless of course you really want to settle this bargain.” A thought came into his head then. A part of Samael's heritage, was the fact that he was part vengeance demon, and if she did not try to set him up for a trap, he would probably feel just generous enough to eliminate a threat for her, “How about this? In exchange for your help, I will make you a deal. I will personally kill one of your worst enemies. I'm not included in that bargain, but if there is someone that you can think of off of the top of your head, that needs to be killed, I will gladly do it out of the sheer pleasure I would get from it. Don't worry, you can keep your soul. Just consider it a little way of us calling it even, and a little chance for me to warm up with my powers before going after my father. Win-win.” Whether she accepted or not was on her, but it was an opportune moment for Samael to spill some additional blood on the way to his ultimate goal.

Suddenly, she told him not to get any ideas, and as he began to ponder what she could have ever been speaking of, she pulled him in for a kiss. Within the short moment of the kiss, Samael jokingly wondered how she thought that he couldn't get ideas. He thought about taking her then and there, but she broke away from the kiss and a light entered his body. Suddenly, the wound on the side of his face healed and as he felt the side of his face, he grinned slightly. “Neat trick.” He said amused. However, as he went towards a nearby mirror, he felt the nausea return again. It was back and stronger than ever within him, and it was all because of that kiss. Samael's heart began beating faster and faster, and he almost went to clutch his chest, but he didn't. He could not show any signs of weakness. Not now. He looked over his shoulder at her and then back at the floor as he turned away from her and flinched his face slightly. This was a pain unlike anything he had felt before. It was something worse than any physical pain that he had ever inflicted. It was, of course, remorse and he could not stand to look at her.

His mind wandered to when he hurt her, numerous times and how his desire to hurt her more when she defended herself made him feel torn apart on the inside. His eyes watered for a moment before he pushed back the feelings again, letting the darkness of his demonhood take him again. “Let's go.” he said, as he lifted his finger and telekinetically unlocked and opened the door for them both.

[Lana Louise Evans]

More threats? Really? Weren't they on mutual ground now, but this guy kept throwing threats her way. It won't work, he didn't realize this. Call it her curse, and not only the cockroaches will servive a nuclear explosion. Did he know this, or did he have some kind of a tough guy complex. He was so hot and cold. At times, she could swear she could see a light in him. But it wasn't sustained, it would get brighter and dimmer with every actions, nearly like their were two people talking to her. The evil one, fueled with threats and pure anger but then some other side, that was kind of reasonable and slightly compassionate - and hurting. It was a huge confliction happening in front of her eyes as she looked at him, and looked away. Not that his threats hurt her, but they were definitely getting old - and annoying. If she wanted to trick him, he wouldn't have a chance to try anything. She knew that much - call her miss cocky!

"Lana, and you really, really don't strike me as a Sammy btw". She smirked as she picked up a fallen stool, pushing it up against the counter again. Okay, blood on the floor and not to mention the blood at the bottom of the staircase. When, just when could she have a night home alone without nearly dying? "If it was my choice I wouldn't meet either". She smirked with a faux smile, she tilted her head and looked at him, being the smuggest bitch that she could be as she grabbed some paper towel to wipe up the blood on the tiles. Don't worry, this wasn't an OCD thing, it was more of the fact that if the boys came home and found the place looking like their was a struggle, they would freak out. The last thing they would need is this, there little cousin getting flogged around the house and to leave with him, on her own will. Extravagent, right! But his talk of making this deal exclusive, he had an idea. She looked at him, frowning slightly in cofusion as he puzzeled up an idea. Okay, she definitely knew what side of him she was talking to right now.

"Are you kidding? A joke, really? I might be settling for helping you find your devil daddy, but don't think for a second I would give you the satisfaction of killing someone like that, or think that I would even do that to someone. You are sick, and we are working together. Once! An uno time only. Therefore, Mr demon with a Bane complex, you don't do me any favors but stay - out - of - my - life!". She said, picking up the red-stained paper and tossing it into the trash as she turned to him. He really didn't know her at all, but believe it when she says that he won't get too. Even though she finalized this temporary partnership in another way, a way that felt a lot more natural for Lana. Not the kissing thing, but the healing thing. Using her powers for good, even though all they have brought her is bad. But after doing it, looking at him a gave him a kind of 'that's okay' grin and then turned away from him for a second, grabbing her phone to text Ev. on patrol 4 tonite! b home soonish ! x Love ya <3 Explained enough, and at least he would see nothing being up. But she heard him, heard the pain as she turned and faced him. The emotion in his eyes, where the deathly blank stare was slightly destinguished. It made sense though, her powers were bent on healing the body, but maybe since it uses her life-energy, that springs some kind of life in Samael a bit. But before she could ask if he was okay, she looked to him and he was back. The dim significance in his eyes, and she just sighed as he telekinetically opened the door for them. Oh hell no!

"Yeah, no". She said as she walked passed him, patting him on the shoulder as she hurried over to close the door. "If we take the jeep instead of glistening then the boys will freak out and no something - weird is going on. Therefore, we take the fairy-taxi!". She said as she moved towards him. The kiss seemed to have shaken him a bit. But then she had an idea. Something to stop him, or slow him down, and possibly turn the situation for the better. He wasn't completely demon, or completely human. There was one side of him she could appeal too, and she had a plan. "Let's go, Hell Boy". She said as she grabbed his arm, and closed her eyes to glisten. Pink light shone from Lana and into Samuel, filling them with fairy soul power as they glistened, and Lana found herself in the pre-reconstructed magic shop, looking at the rubble they had left before. "Ahhh, the memories".