.

Alarica was still caught up in everything. It was all so beautiful and unreal; dangerous and glorious. From her spot on the balcony she could see everything or so she thougt. Well, she could see everything, she just didn't understand it. The young vampire was still gazing around in wonderment when the shit hit the fan. Not shit, blood. God! Was that woman's eyes still blinking?! Good Lord! She exclaimed and stepped back from the banister. Aiden was going ape shit and screaming at Sebastion, whom had come out of nowhere!

What the fuck is going on?! As the two 'men' began to fight their way towards her, she stumbled back into the crowd of demons that tried to cling to her. Not afraid, trying to hold her place to give to Aiden. NO! LET ME GO! Sebastion HELP ME!! She screamed and fought against them. They ripped off her her blazer, baring her naked arms and scratched at her flesh, driving her mad with anger. Alarica managed to somehow get away from them and flee down the stairs to get closer to Sebby.

Oh God, oh God.. So ironic for a vampire to say, but she was praying her ass off.

Please, GOD, let me get out of here with Sebastion. ALIVE.

Aiden was still screaming at Sebastion to get out. Suddenly, it dawned on Alarica that Seb didn't look the same.. Wings? The look on her face must have been priceless.(O.O [Her face.]) Her eyes felt like they were going to  pop out of her head. AN ANGEL?! Could vampires be freakin' angels?! She didn't have time to question anything.

SEBASTION, PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE!! Alarica was screamig herself hoarse. The lesser demons were crowding around her again and she was trembling to hard to help herself much. She was searching for Seb and locked eyes with Mastema and her flesh chilled. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Where was Alastair? She was so scared to see him before, now anyone was better than Aiden.

"Oh shit, oh shit, OH SHIT!" Alarica kept screaming, her face snuggly protected against Sebby's chest. Too much.. Her brain seemed to falter the same time Seb's flying faltered. Thinking they were going to fall, she screamed, but it was muted by the screaming of the slaughters folk down below.

'Get out, get out!!!' Was all she kept thinking. Suddenly, her life flashed before her eyes. All her flaws, dreams, hopes, loves, hates.  Everything in the blink of an eye. When she opened her eyes again they were nowhere near that awful place. She was still shaking, practically convulsing, staring into Sebastion's eyes. She tried to swallow, to speak, but her mouth was too dry. The tears were coming and she didn't fight them, she sobbed her heart out. "T-they were going t-to kill me!!!" she screamed when he asked if she was okay.

"I'm the farthest thing from okay, Godblessit!" she the last bit in a rush as the blood tears fell faster. Alarica grabbed her hands away from him and fell very ungracefully to the  ground, clutching her bare arms and still crying. She had never cried so hard in her life... Good Lord... They had made it out of Hell and she was hysterical.

Alarica looked up at the 'man' that saved her and blinked rapidly, trying to clear her eyes. Slowly, she lifted a hand and touched  his arm. He felt real, what was he? Did he know? She sure as Hell didn't, but she didn't care, he had saved her. She was starting to breath normally and stopped shaking as bad. Not wanting to sit alone, she tugged him down toward herandwrapped her arms around him.

"Thank you, my angel friend," she said and sighed.

Alarica had never been so scared in her life, but she had never been more grateful for someone being in her life.. Even though he had only been in life for a short while, hopefully he would stay longer and help her out.

(Ooc: I so shouldnt be laughing, but you are so dramatic. *is amazed* )

"But they're not, they can't, they won't." He smiled. His dark eyes stared into hers.
He fell down happily with her into the sand. She was hysterical and he was happy.
It was so oppressive there, dense air with static negativity, here the air was free, they were free. No wicked king nor queen.
But he let her squeeze and hug him and hold him, he returned it. "Welcome."
He said softly, staring at her. His lips curved into a smile. Probably so amazingly annoying, his disposition. He hoped not.

"But we're safe now, they're occupied." He said. He wasn't in a rush. He sat and watched the water, appreciated what he had around him. Compared to what they'd had around them prior, it had put him in a trance. He turned to her, unable to take the scene of her tears, but that didn't mean he looked away. He spoke softly.

"What did you expect, though. They were demons....I thought I knew what I was, but I didn't. I was adopted. Couldn't find anything about my real family."

He looked down at his own hands, staring off again. "Maybe we should go." He whiped her tears away with his own shirt sleeve.
With his new take on life, totally different, new things mattered now. There was a new way to look at everything.

"We're weirder than we thought -- In the good way, c'mon, stop crying. Things can only get better from here." His eyes seem to sparkle, as only some certain people's eyes do when they smile.

{OOC: Haha, I would seriously shit myself if I were ever in a position like that.. Leave me be!! xP Love the new picture, btw.}

She had successfully stopped hyperventilating, the shaking subsiding. Alarica's face was actually hurting, the muscles cramping under the sudden strain put on them. His smile was contagious and she returned it, albeit, weakly. Sniffling, she nodded, they couldn't reach her now. They were safe. Turning her own eyes to the water, she sighed.

Alarica was never one for hiding her feelings, that's what the bloody water works were for, she feels everything when it happens. Someone once told her that keeping things locked up in side would eventually drive you crazy.
Well, she was already crazy, so, more like trying to avoid depression.

Green eye looked at his serene face and she laughed. Angelic face...

“What are you, Sebastion? Honestly, I don’t care, because you saved m, so you can’t be evil...” She was rambling a little; her voice cracked after all the screaming she had done. She didn’t mean to totally ignore his question, she just had her own. “Demons... I knew Aiden was one.. What ever compelled me to hang out with him...” She let her voice trail off.

She knew full well why she wanted to hang around him. Aiden was different, amazing, terrifying, complicated... He was everything that ever held interest to her. ‘Why, why is that?’ She wondered. ‘Why are people attracted to such evil? Why does that appeal to people more than happier things, like, life?’

“Such chaos,” She mumbled and rested her head on Sebastion’s shoulder for a moment.

Alarica was staring at the water, wondering where he would take her. “I have nowhere to go, Sebastion. Aiden burned down my apartment complex.” She looked up at him, all traces of tears gone, thanks to him.

"Huh?" He laughed at her question at what he was. He found it really funny, could be rude but it was just hilairious.
"I don't know. I guess we'll find out." Um. "I'm only nineteen.." He joked. It wasn't like he was going to turn into some horrible monster.He had more faith in the universe than that, more trust. He knew he didn't deserve it.No one did.

"An odd number, makes you wonder if you should count the months of pregnancy.." That was just like him, totally going out on a tangent from his musings. He grinned sharply, pretty sure there wasn't another thing like either of them and it was perfect, because hysterical emotions without some tangents to balance them could be pretty dangerous. He could be way too lack-a-daisical, and that was pretty dangerous, too.

He almost took offense to her even thinking that he was evil, then countered it with the fact that, well, she was traumatized. He didn't know what had occurred with her and the other demons, what Aiden had done to her, but she'd never mentioned it. It seemed that she had liked being around Aiden. Asmodeus was, well, shifty, and Sebastion thought, bi-polar. One moment, he believed this, the next seemed he was leaning on the other half of his brain, thinking a different way. The guy was bad news. Guy? Pfft. More like killing machine. He nodded his head, totally understanding where she was coming from.

"Hey, it's okay...They were meant to be tempting, it's alright. You're safe now." He said, holding her and looking into her face. He kissed the corner of her mouth. He chuckled a little bit. "To put it this way, I saw an advertisement where the slogan was, 'Be one of the cool kids.' I don't like to blame anyone though. It was said the illusion would be great and broad. It means that you, Alarica, have the means to stand up to this illusion and stare it in the face, and know that's all it is. And that you have power over your own life, every little thought, every thought, paves your path. If you think positively...through your heart...." Then she was laying her head on his shoulder. He stopped talking. A little embarrassed he'd went off again.

"He burned down your house?!!!" The dark eyes widened. "THAT ASSHOLE.." Sebastion's whole mood changed. He fought back the anger, for now at least. "You're safe, that's all that matters. It was just a house." He giggled. "Maybe you could get re-imbursed something.." It was just stuff. His life, he cared nothing for things. "There's not another you, and think about what you just saw, you could write a book or something. No one else experienced that..." Sebastion held her hand again. Christ. Now that he thought about it, he felt pretty screwed up too, and wondered what it meant for their future. He shook his head, shaking out the negative thoughts. "We're ... manifesting, right now." He smirked. "Soo, what comes next? I have an apartment, but it's way on the other side of town." Maybe they could get a trolley or something. "I think I really want to get out of this place," Since it was apparently a vortex to hell. Was he under-reacting? Why worry so much.Besides, post-traumatic stress was no fun. So he figured... "It's about time to get goin', and get it out of your head." He smiled.

{LMAO, I just thought of when you asked about Satu. And I says, "he's not gay!" hah- uh. .  lmao!!!!! I think I need to post him soon I forgot how cool Sebastion actually is...I havent wrote him in forever.}

{[Bring Satu in if you want! I know he's not GAY! XD Lmfao!]}

She blinked in surprise, not realizing her question could have been taken offensively. “Sorry ‘bout that...” she murmured and sighed. A dark brow arched up, “Ironically, I’ve always wondered the same thing,” she said, meaning the months of pregnancy. In Alarica’s opinion, they should count, but anyway.

The kiss to her face made her smile, just lifting that corner of her mouth. Cutely, only that fang showed and she had to laugh at herself. She listened to him talk on and on... Knowing he was right, every single word was true. She was never one to crack under pressure, but everyone gets lonely sometime or another.

“Yeah, douche monster burned down my friggin’ house,” she grumbled and sniffed in distaste.  Alarica blinked in surprise, he was right, again.

It was just a house, well more like a room, but still. It was just a place she stayed in to hide from the sun.

“I’m alive, all thanks to you, Sebastion.” She whispered, feeling a shock pass through her as if she just realized what actually happened tonight. “GOD! I owe you so much; I don’t even know where to start...” She rambled on a little.

Vortex to hell... Sounded about right. Wanna get the hell out of here...

Alarica nodded her head eagerly when he mentioned leaving and something about having an apartment on the other side of the world... Again, she had to laugh at herself as she stood up and stretched. She reached out a hand and helped Sebbie to his feet.

“Fly me away, baby!” she said, excitement coloring her tone.