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Post by vamperious on Nov 10, 2015 13:35:48 GMT -5
Liam had watched them head up to the room, he however stayed in the cab and redirected them to a more central location- it wasn't his destination but it was close. He was sure he still had the key some where since he never honestly left things alone. Heading up threw a large post office he went and got a Key for an old P.O box and got a key from it. It was of course from the old government agency he worked for but he had still been in contact in case they needed something- however he was always reluctant because of Laurel. At the thought of her he smiled, knowing she was special to him, he also knew it was odd for a demon to even keep a human- who wasn't a contractor- in their life that long so he was safe to assume she did feel something for him. He was oddly okay with the thought that she was only using him for sex, at least he got to be with her and around her then away from her or worse yet dead. Taking the key he left, flagging another cab and heading over to a much more populated area of town- the more suburban residential side and he went into the apartment complex and used the key to open the door. The apartment was small but it was just as he left it- literally- even Laurel's saw was still draped over a chair where she had left it. That was a good number of years ago but he was glad it was till untouched here. The plain oak and tan furniture was the same, untouched- perhaps layered in dust but it was still his. He went over to the table and looked at the contents of a small box finding a phone in there with a small note on it- making a note to speak with a number over something small. He pulled the note off and put it in the box before flipping open the phone and turning it on, finding it had about half battery. The small flip phone was a hearty little thing- he liked that about the cheap ones. He waited a few minutes for it to get it self together and update only to find he had a single message. It wasn't a saved number in the phone but he knew it from his current life. which made him raise a brow at it, thought the content was self explanatory. It was a verbal threat from Ian, stating he knew how to get to him no matter where he went of if he changed his name- he would find him and kill him if he hurt his sister. He figured since he was going to be back in the mafia game he needed to get his look bad since his clean cut had been for his new life. Heading into the bathroom he got a bottle of bleach and started on his already blonde hair making it seem much brighter, he used to like that attention it got him.He let it sit in a cap as he went about and went threw a few more things, making a few calls asking about things. He headed a good deal of things as well that he ahd been 'out a week', on personal business- so he was coming in a the perfect time it seemed to take back over. He got the phone number changed over to his new one and told him to only tell his legitimate contacts then told him to trash the other numbers because his phone had been taken by the cops- more to shut the other person down. After wards he took a shower and brushed his damp hair back, the mirror reflecting an old image of himself he hadn't seen in a while. He decided to shave up a bit to get back the youthful appearance he liked to keep back then and then changed his wardrobe again, deciding on a pair of jeans, some boots, and a white t-shirt with a bland thin scarf to go with his jacket he had gotten a long while ago with Laurel. He looked good and well paid for his clothes, making him smile- he did like to look good after all. Heading back to the hotel where the others were, he went up and opened the door with the key to find Laurel looking comfortable on the other bed- looking oddly red in the face, it also didn't help that she was surrounded by empty bottles of booze. "I see you took the opportunity to drink early dear?" He asked getting her to sit up and look at him, a smile on her lips, her eyes looking him over- it oddly made him feel nervous. " Liam!" She said almost excitedly as she attempted to stand up- on the bed- and jump on him. It was an almost fail as she about fell off the bed, he however grabbed her and pulled her back down to sit- before her hair got stuck in the fan either. He glanced over at Logan to see what hew as up to- finding he was looking at Laurel a bit oddly- did they have an odd conversation in his absence? ------------------- ((A little before Liam gets there) Poor Logan)) She was about a good way threw the bottles she ahd grabbed and was a bit red in the faced form drinking them too fast but she was in a good mood now. Her hair pulled back- not that it mattered since it was too long to do much with now, she was sprawled out on the other bed. " Do you think he knows I'm not really mad at him?" She asked more to the room since she figured Loan didn't want to get involved in her drunk girlishness. Her eyes a bit thoughtful but her expression a pout she took another drink and threw the bottle on the floor. "Its not like I don't care for him and I am glad he is helping but I'm not sure I can handle loosing him if he gets killed in this mess Logan- I'm not sure I can handle that." She said more out loud but it was more of a drunk reflection she was sure Logan was used to from previous conversation but this was a bit more personal. There was silence a second before the door clocked open and Liam came in, looking different- like he used to when he was under cover. She knew he was much younger then herself but this image of him always reminded her that he was young and human. "I see you took the opportunity to drink early dear?" He said with a nervous look almost making her sit up and smile at him, the booze hitting her hard as soon as she moved. " Liam!" Her tone was happy and drunk to see him. She had stood up- on the bed but fell over- thankfully Liam had her, he knew she could get over enthusiastic when drunk. She got situated properly in Liam's lap and looked almost like a content cat there, before leaning up and giving him a sloppy kiss on the neck. " I missed you." She said happily not that he was back, which made him grin. ------------- Elescher looked threw the window seeing that the place was empty however there was a light on in the bathroom, some water running- so some one was there however- when he saw the being he knew him. Knew it was some was Allison knew- having saw him as a partner in an old life there- so he figured leave him be but observed and listened to the conversations and made small notes. The human left not long after wards but assumed things were fine as they were, he followed him back to the hotel but didn't enter- knowing where he was staying was enough. Turning to leave he found he sensed another demon around- an older one- not Laurel, making him smile... ------------------------ Bianca frowned as she felt a demon close by, though she didn't honestly care- she was after the demon who killed Denalli- figuring this was it, but the warehouse was empty. Had some one been there, yes, were they still there- probably would be back soon but they weren't there now. That annoyed her honestly but she couldn't help the smell she got that filled the place, it was another demon- one she knew but almost wished she didn't. He was detestable and she really wanted out of there because she was displeased with his smell. She was older then him so clearly more powerful but it wasn't that obvious to him it seemed. Running about with his contractor playing cat and mouse. Didn't he know that if he just dropped this one contract she could get revenge for them all? About three years ago she had been in contact with Elescher over another contract but he had gone rouge after that, making him unpredictable and a liability. She knew Jorgen would be pleased if she brought back a demon part- making it obvious that the person wasn't going to interfere again. However it seemed the demon didn't want to play tonight, making her frown. The longer this took her the more she ahd to endure later. Heading out of the warehouse she made her way to were she smelled blood- a low little building where some hired thugs that Jorgen occasionally used stayed. She could only assume it was the one she was looking for because there were body parts in odd places every where- meaning he was playing with his food...
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Post by kimcora on Nov 25, 2015 0:45:49 GMT -5
The odd feelings from Laurel reminded Logan of a time not far off in his own past, even though it was odd to hear them coming from Laurel. She was attached with Liam whether she liked it or not, though he wasn't going to be the one to judge her or make her see it. She knew it. It was obvious by the questions and feelings that buzzed around in her head. The feelings made him uncomfortable, not because of her, but because of his own feelings he could feel surfacing under his drink. He let attention go to the empty bottle and instantly he was craving something stronger, something...anything to keep all those feelings down. Then in came his savior for the night, Liam, who went quickly into paying attention to Laurel. He decided to let the two have their privacy since he was sure Laurel would like to entertain some talk with Lian after her recent confession of caring whether he lived or not. "I'm going to go grab a drink from the bar downstairs. I'll be back in a bit..." He announced, knowing Laurel was feeling too comfy with Liam right now to notice or really care. He went out the door with his card key, making his way down to the hall towards the elevator. He made his way down to the bar, which was busy enough with the milling about of business officials and women that seemed there with their husbands or looking to find one. After ordering something strong, he sat on the bar stool, his attention going to the clock above the bar. He could hear people around him, talking and sharing their simple joy or worries. The first world problems they all worried over...and here he was, worrying about his 'wife' or whoever she was, that was running around this city apparently dealing with major crime lords. His Allison was a trained killer--or was she the woman he married? A dainty female's hands placed a drink before him, someone he assumed was the waitress but he didn't really care to pay attention. He took a long pull of his drink, trying to drown the terrible thoughts that threatened to send him over. He needed them gone, needed them under control so he could focus. He needed to take this all one step at a time. If he could just hold on and get to her then they could talk all of this out together. There must have been a reason for all this and this wild goose chase for her. This was Allison after all. He took a few more solid drinks, finishing off the glass before he gave a heavy breath. He needed to get back to work looking through those files. He got to his feet, but grunted when he almost lost his footing. The room pitched and he suddenly felt off balance, making his brow furrow. Was he already that drunk? He shook his head, but the movement hardly helped steady him. He made his way to the elevator, figuring that he got served something stronger than he was used to and that he needed to get back to the room to lay down for a bit. He was extremely tired after all...was he that tired before he went downstairs? When he got to the elevator, he could feel the effects of something coming on that was abnormal, especially because the room around him was growing fuzzy and shaky. He tried to reach for the button to the elevator, slamming the what he guessed was the number through his swimming vision. His breathing was slowed and his mind was feeling as sluggish as his body. This was...someone drugged his drink...it had to be that...he leaned over a bit, quickly trying to make himself gag, using the nearest wall he could reach in the elevator to steady himself. He needed to get this crap out of his system before he passed out. Before he could get himself to gag, the door to the elevator opened, throwing him off balance and sending him into the floor of the hall. He tried to get back up, but his limbs were acting like weights and everything was shaking a bit too much for him to focus. He heard someone coming by and he blinked trying to muster up his slurred words to call for a bit of help. Relief flooded him when the person approached, that was till they stopped above him, a black heeled foot kicking his supporting arm out from under him. His face hit the tile, making pain flash through his head the blur in his vision worsen. He groaned and a small voice came from above him, but it seemed far away. "You're slipping Lo..." The female voice chided before everything went dark. ~~~ Logan woke in drowsy state in a dark room, so dark he couldn't really seem even see where he was. He tried to bring a hand to his face, but was surprised to find something resisted against the movement. He struggled, hearing the jingle of metal straining against something else metal. "The fuck?" He grumbled, trying to struggle against it, but nothing gave way. Suddenly a bright light flipped on, making him wince and turn away from it. He blinked the spots out of his vision and found he was cuffed to a bed, one similar to the bed in his hotel room. He felt panic rise in him, especially when he heard someone coming into the room, from what seemed to be the bathroom. He tried to play through a scenario in his head on what to do. He could still feel the drugs in his system, but he should be able to fight back if he could get a grip on this person. He moved his legs closer to himself, readying to make a move when the opportunity came. The door to the bathroom opened and out came a shorter female in sleek black dress to his surprise, her blonde hair fell around her face in long waves, the bangs caressing her cheeks that were dusted with light traces of makeup just enough to give her color. Her face was slightly blurred from him just waking up and the drugs running their course through his system, but he could see her more angular features were accentuated from the side, such that she almost looked like a painted model more than a woman responsible for kidnapping an officer. Her brown eyes were focused elsewhere, on a nearby coffee table where he could see a few items, a cell phone, a knife and his gun. She had her back to him only briefly, grabbing the knife that was there with a silent contemplation. "Sorry about the accommodations hun, but I intend for this conversation to be quick and painless for the both of us." Logan's brow furrowed at the woman's voice, mostly because it sounded so familiar, like a voice he had been longing to hear for a year solid now... "A-Ally?" He asked, noticing the name made the female's back tighten with unease. She blew out a breath and turned to him, showing him that his assumption was correct. His breath caught at the sight of her face, the beautiful face that held no warmth for him or sign of anything beyond a slight sadness... "Y-Yeah, sort of Logan..." She said, her lip twitching into a frown that Logan couldn't quite understand at that moment.
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Post by vamperious on Dec 17, 2015 23:31:25 GMT -5
Liam gave Logan a nod in dismissing him since he was sure Laurel made him feel awkward. They sat there for a few moments in silence before be started moving some of the empty bottles from the bed, not liking them there since it was now trash, liking to keep things clean and organized. laurel let him get up and clean her drunk mess, though she gave him a sheepish look afterwards when he turned and smiled at her. "I'm not mad ya know." She muttered to him more in a evasive way to the major topic at hand. Liam came over to bed, having a seat next to her, placing a hand on hers. He leaned in and kissed her forehead,"I know. If you were mad you wouldn't be drinking, much less wanting to be around me." He commented making it more then obvious he knew her better then she though he did. "Yes but--" She started but it was a bit slurred still she she hushed her easily with a small kiss. "I know...I'll be careful, If I got a bad feeling I won't do it. If I need help you will be the first one I ask...I trust you with my life- always have- nothing will change that Laurel." He said giving her a small hug only getting her to give a sniffle as she was trying to to get drunk emotional. "I- I just wanted to be alright- Ya know? I don't wnat you gone- I don't want you to leave me..." she stumbled over her words a bit but he just gave her a little knowing smile. He had drunk babysat her before and she rambled her mind when she drank- weather she remembered it or not-she had already confessed that she loved him. It just seemed drunk her and sober her were on different tabs still. He didn't mind in the slightest however- since he loved her and would stay as long a she would have him. After a bit of light drunk talk to help her feel better, he got her to settle into bed, to sleep it off honestly. Though she had been acting a bit oddly, drugged almost but he was going to assume it was her drunkenness with Logan's- but he was curious. He went to the bar and didn't find anyone- making him suspicious. Heading back to the room to triple check that they hadn't just passed each other- he found laurel looking a little panicked in her sleep, tossing and turning. He shook her shoulder lightly, getting her eyes to open but it was lethargic completely out of the usual. "Hey- whats wrong?" He asked her wondering if it was Logan. "O- umm...Gerohf me...." She mumbled sounding out of it. He rose a brow at her. "I'm not touching you- You aren't restrained in any form Laurel." Liam said very clearly getting an odd look from her,as she looked at her arms and saw she was in fact free. She moved her arms as she sat up, feeling dizzy, her eyes not adjusting quite right. "Wheres Logan?" She stated sounding worried immediately making a flag in his mind go off. "Do you feel him close by?" He asked her a bit hurried however she looked worried. She gave a nod before letting her mind slip over to Logan's. "Hey Logan- where the hell are you?! Are you drugged?" She asked in a hurried tone to him wondering what the hell was going on and why she couldn't clear her mind. ---------------------------- "The guest of honor finally arrives!" Elescher called out to the woman who walked in, knowing exactly who she was. He knew this was a lure- he had been out killing here to get her there- knowing she would come- most demons would with blood in the air. Bianca looked up on the bar that was bracing part of the warehouse looking completely unimpressed. "Get down here so I can rip you to shreds so I can be one step closer to finishing this contract you runt." She said in a very dismissive tone getting a smile from the other demon."Ooohhh... Feisty. I live that in a woman. You know You and Heleavorius have a lot in common- you might both make good mates for me." He said making it sound like it was something to aspire to be. She rolled her eyes at the comment, knowing full and well neither wanted to be touched by him. "I'm through with breeding quite obliviously you dolt- now are you going to talk me to death or are we going to fight?" She asked him wondering just what he wanted from this encounter.
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Post by kimcora on Dec 20, 2015 20:49:26 GMT -5
Just seeing her, even in his still drugged up state was heart stopping and took everything he had to keep his composure. There she was, feet from him, the woman police thought was dead--the woman he was beginning to think he would never see again. His wife--Ally--the woman he loved was right there within reach and he wanted nothing more than to pull her close. Past the craziness he had learned about her or the abnormal and dangerous predicament he was in, his mind couldn't rationalize it past his emotions that were overpowering him. Logan tried to lean toward her, tried to reach out to get to her, but the handcuffs on the headboard only have clanks and creaks of protest. "Allison the hell is going on--?" He said in a slur which only made Allison shake her head at him. "I wanted to make this easy on both of us Logan. And I couldn't guarantee if things went wrong that you would let me leave..." She said as she watched him struggle and could see frustration getting the better of him. Ah his temper...he really was a moody man when he drank. "Allison get this shit off so we can talk. I'm your husband for Gods sake." She gave him a half frown, one that was almost catty at being told what to do. She paced over to him, seizing his chin by a manicured hand. "Now Logan since when has you getting mouthy ever changed my mind? I'm not taking the cuffs off for your safety. Not mine." She said before she sat on the bed next to him, her eyes taking in his glazed over look in his eyes and the way he was watching her, as if she wasn't real. He looked like a man caught in an illusion, someone beaten down by reality so far that they were willing to believe anything. She hard that she had hurt him this badly by leaving...not that it was her choice. Jorgan would have had him and his family killed to punish her...if she would have come back to him, Jorgan and the others that wanted her dead would have just found her again, perhaps this time with Logan involved. She wasn't a caring person, not to anyone beyond herself. Hell she considered herself hardly human...but Logan changed a part of her. Something inside of her wanted him, cared for him, even after all this time apart. She wanted him to hold her as they talked about stupid everyday prattle in bed, to watch a movie with takeout, to just be with him. She never wanted the normal life, not in her line of work...but with him she actually began to see a house in the suburbs, maybe a kid or two. But that was a pipe dream...something she couldn't have, not with all the problems that would come between them. Already he knew of Lian and that she was alive and well. She wasn't sure how much he knew, but there was not anything she could hide and nothing she could really keep from him at this time. She had wanted to wait for her task to be done before she came back to Logan, if she decided to. That and she gave that ring he was wearing just in case she didn’t come back, if Jorgan actually managed to have her killed or she needed to disappear. That was before Elescher came into the picture, when things got longer and more complex. Now she had no hope of ever having anything with him again, even if he still wanted her after all of this. Logan watched Allison’s face, looking for something that he couldn’t really understand he was looking for. Maybe it was the drugs or the strong sense of shock he was feeling, but he was weirded out by how calm this was. Weren’t the supposed to be ecstatic to see the other alive? At least they could hug or be close to each other after a year apart? But no…this was a weird situation…He had learned so much these past days…and he was handcuffed to a bed and drugged up on whatever she had him on. This wasn’t normal to begin with. “This situation is fucked up you know…” He said in a slight slur, speaking his thoughts that made her give him the smallest of smiles. “I know Lo…” She sat beside him, her eyes going to his face and the way he looked half delirious at the moment. His eyes were trying to focus on her, but he was obviously struggling. She hesitated a moment, before smoothing a bit of hair from his face. “What is this stuff?” He muttered and Allison gave him a nonchalant shrug. “Well Ketamine--” “You Rufied me?” “You didn’t let me finish. It has Ketamine in it. The rest is a mix of things. They use it on people who they want to make disappear quickly.” He gave her a look that said he wasn’t okay with that description, which made Allison frown. “It was either that or me putting you into submission with a hold. I don’t like getting physical if I don’t have to. I like your face too much.” She said as she got a look at the bruise forming on his cheek from where he hit the tile out of the elevator. She hadn’t meant for that to happen, but things got difficult when you were trying to tranquilize a cop. Logan wasn’t sure how to respond, especially since his mind was dulled by the drug and she was being strange. She was flirting and being close, but there was a distance in her eyes. Hell, he was putting distance between them even though he wanted to be close. It was a fine line they were walking and it was frustrating that he wasn’t sure how to handle it. When a voice awoke in his mind, he frowned and tried to focus on the voice. It was clear as bell, Laurel in his mind sounding almost panicked. Could he blame her? How long had he been out for? And she must have been feeling what he was… “Laurel…Yeah—drugged by Ally. In the hotel still…I’m okay I think.” He sent to her as a coherent thought though it was choppy from the drugs struggling against his psyche. He didn’t realize he was talking aloud, not till Allison’s face turned briefly murderously serious. “Laurel? Who is Laurel?” She asked with a narrow of her eyes which made Logan give her a slight glare in response. “A friend. One that was helping me find you with Lian. By the way who is he to you?” She looked briefly livid, but pulled away, stalking her way to the other room. “a confidant. A stupid one.” She said with a turn up of her nose as she left to grab something.
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Post by vamperious on Dec 21, 2015 0:34:53 GMT -5
The response was the only thing that calmed her since her heart beat was quickening to help get the drug out of her system however she wasn't drugged, Logan was. She gave Lain a small nod to say he was still close but she still looked worried. "Logan- I'm going to find you-" Lian however interrupted her after a second of thinking. "The hell you are. Stay here- I'm going to get him, If its Ally I know where to find her." He said pulling out his phone and dialing a number- only to scribble down another phone number. He ended up dialing five number total but he eventually found Allison's current number and went out into the hallway and dialed it- feeling a little annoyed now. What the hell was she doing? ---------------------- Elescher smiled at her as she threatened him, gods in hell he loved feisty women. This particular demon was a hot mess- literally- having a fire control ability was nice and it made things interesting. He wasn't too sure if it could hurt him but he was willing to get soem pain to find out, curiosity was a thing for demons after all. Moving tot he ground floor in a jump he landed with a smile on his lips at her, a cocky one at that. "Well, here I am- shall we dance?" He asked her in an almost polite way. Bianca scoffed at him, wanting nothing more then to see him dead at her feet in a heap of ashes.
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Post by kimcora on Dec 21, 2015 16:18:09 GMT -5
Logan frowned when Laurel said she was coming to find him. He wanted to argue, expeciallu because that could end badly for both women in his life. He wouldn't allow Laurel to hurt Allison and he wouldn't let Allison start threatening Laurel. He went to argue, but Allison was back in the room, this time with her bag on her shoulder and her phone in hand. She looked like she was getting ready to leave. Allison could feel the pull of excitement in her gut and could sense Elescher was enjoying the blood bath. He would be done soon and then she would leave to find Jorgan again...If she could keep Logan there then he would be protected. If Elescher missed a few of the hitmen, they couldn't get to Logan. They knew who he was but not where he was. That's why she had him here, away from trouble. If she could keep him away from the trouble till she could deal with Jorgan then she would not have to worry about a loose end...a way to hurt her or stop her... "You're not leaving." Logan said to her, making Allison scoff at him. "And who gave you that authority to tell me where I can go?" He gave her a small glare that looked impatient with her nonchalance. “I've been looking for you for a year. I'm not letting you leave just like this...” He said blatantly, a frustration creeping into his tone hat made Allison’s nose wrinkle. “I didn’t ask you to do that. Lian was supposed to make you stay put..Idiot—“ Logan’s anger peaked at the statement that Lian really was in all this, that she trusted this man to hide her from him, that he was supposed to wait around thinking she was dead while she ran off to do god knows what! She could have left him, divorced him, not made him think she was somewhere being beaten or dead in ditch… “Stay put? No Allison you didn’t tell me a damn thing. I’m your husband and I heard my wife was alive, running around like some kind of hitman in Ireland. What did you think I would do?!” She rolled her eyes, wanting to shove a sock in his mouth to get him to just stop yelling. “It isn’t like that Lo—“ “Then what was it Ally? Tell me! I’m dying to know exactly why the hell you thought making me think you were dead was better than telling me you were leaving—“ “I left to protect you!” She shrieked back, her eyes wide with anger as she tossed her bag down. Logan gave her an unconvinced look and sneered. “Protect me? Bull shit Allison you were leaving to cover this whole insanity up—By the way, that was a fun conversation to have your psycho killer bro over there tell me you were a trained killer—Oh and did I mention getting to see the police files of the mafia hits you were involved in was a nice piece de résistance.” She folded her arms, getting stubborn and stand offish like she did when she was angry with him when they were married. “Everyone has skeletons Logan. Some more literal than others.” Logan blinked at her words as if he couldn't believe she had said them. This wasn't some small white lie. This was years of lies... “No, normal wives hide stories about exes or dirty little secrets. Not a completely other life they lived!” Allison winced at his words, he anger dying down some but only enough that she didn't look ready to put a bullet in his knee cap. “What was I supposed to say?” “The truth Ally!” She went rigid, her eyes narrowing at him as her lip pulled into a tight frown. She was quiet a moment, before she finally threw her hands up and slapped her thigh in defeat. "Fine. You want the truth. I'll give you the truth." She sat at the foot of the bed, folding her legs beneath her though her stance suggested she was tense and ready for something. She had been on edge this entire time. He could see the stress rolling off her in thick sheets. What was she so uptight about? She glared at him from the foot of the bed, making Logan briefly feel a discomfort at how oddly scary she looked when she was angry. "Ask me everything you've been dying to ask...What has Lian put in your head about me?" She asked, her voice soft, but there was an underlying fire there. Logan swallowed hard before gesturing with his chin to her. "Why did you do all of this?" "Logan you have to be more specific." He gave her an impatient huff. "Fine, why did you really run out on me? Why come to Ireland?" She leaned back a bit, her head tilting some as she picked at her manicured nails that still had dried blood under them. "I really did leave to protect you. My job ended up conflicting with my personal life too much...They wanted to hit me where it hurts and I have few friends in this world Logan. They tried to have me killed so I left, to chop the head off the snake before it could strike." He raised brow, deciding to finally ask this question. "And what exactly is your job?" "I was a hired killer for a crime organization operating out of Europe. They needed someone that could make their enemies go away, secure their deals, clean up their messes, and keep their little sheep in line. I was only one of the many they had hired. Lian was also involved...but I won't tell his business since it's not mine to tell. That and I don't think your stomach could take it." She was being honest, since she and Lian had been responsible for some gorey scenes and massacres. She enjoyed her line of work..but she wouldn't get into that now. "So you were working with these people when we met? I thought you were a drug runner for that scum bag owner of the strip club--" She raised a hand to stop him, mostly so she could explain before he started his assumptions. "Yes and no. That was my cover at the time. I was asked to keep an eye on Deangelo and his men to be sure that they got my employers shipments with no funny business. Deangelo had a habit of selling Jorgan's things thinking he didn't notice. I was there to deal with him if he pulled that stupid ploy again. Then the cops got involved because of his backwards dealing...You got involved around the time I was about to have Deangelo disappear...Him disappearing would have looked very poor and would have blown my cover too soon before the deal went down." He swallowed hard, figuring now was about as good a time as any to get personal with this. If she was just undercover at that time...then was he collateral, a mask for her to wear and stay incognito. "And me? Was I a part of that cover?" She looked up at him, her eyes perfectly focused and serious on him. There was no room to mistake her or the answer she was about to give. "No. You weren't. You wouldn't be here now if you were." Logan wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he at least felt better hearing he wasn't her cover or that at least their marriage wasn't a complete lie... "So...Allison isn't your name?" He asked after a long silence, drawing the awkward silence away from them. "Well, not my birth name. It was Alaina Sadelski." "Polish name...?" She nodded. "My father was a small timer in the mafia, my mother left us. He wanted me to have a better life so he put me up for adoption. More like he couldn't afford me and his boss knew it...A nice American couple picked me up. They had a home for wayward kids where they tried to rehabilitate us. They had my name changed to Allison so I could fit in better." She shook her head, knowing that hadn't worked in their favor. By putting her in that home, just gave her access to drugs and violence, put her in a neighborhood where she had to learn to fight to survive and lie her way to the top. "Growing up in the slums of Warsaw kept me from recovering much. A few of the other kids and I got involved with local drug dealers and gangs...Jorgan's men picked me up from the precinct after a street fight. I took down two men twice my size that were running for him at the time. Needless to say he was impressed." She said, which drew Logan to look briefly uncomfortable. "And so, your still working for him?" Allison gave an airy laugh, one that was genuinely humored and surprised that Logan actually jumped a little. "No." She said around a laugh, before calming herself to speak more. " I'm going to kill him." Logan's eyes widened, his mouth falling open some. "A crime boss? You're trying to kill him--?!" Her humor faded in favor of an annoyed look. "No, not trying. I am going to kill him." "Allison he has more protection than that. You can't get that close to him. You've been trained in whatever but that won't kill a guy that has survived this long." She shook her head and gestured to window at something far off. "I have help. Elescher--" "Elescher? The demon?" Logan interrupted, drawing shock from him and confusion from Allison. "How do you know about that..?" She asked slowly and hesitantly, making Logan feel unsure himself if he should tell her how. He would anyways due to the drugs messing with his filter. "Laurel. She's terrified of him and she's a scary ass demon herself. Allison your making deals with demons?" There was quiet between the two, till finally Allison spoke with some hurt in her voice. This wasn't supposed to be happening. He was supposed to be safe at home. Not making deals with demons... "Laurel...you made a deal with a demon?" Her phone rang, cutting their talk short. She picked up the phone and put it to her ear, frowning to herself at the number that was unknown to her. "Whoever this is you have the wrong number." She said quickly, ready to hang up if she didn't get a voice or reason to recognize the caller. She was sure this wasn't Eleshcer and no one else had this number but her contacts. They were in her phone. Who would then be contacting her?
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Post by vamperious on Dec 21, 2015 22:11:40 GMT -5
Hearing the hostility in the voice made him laugh. "I see how it is... However I'm going to need Logan back- Laurel is flipping her shit but is too drugged up to do much. Alaine come on- where are you?" He asked politely since it was more then obvious it was him. Lian's tone was playful however there was an edge to it since it was true- Laurel wasn't happy being drugged and made to stay when she wanted nothing more then to tear the place to the ground looking for Logan. ----------------- Bianca smiled at him for a moment however with in that small fraction of a second she wasn't- her glare intense as she moved forward like a flame that had hit the wind and skipped across the distance and attacked. Her arm pure flame scolded Elescher's hair as he dodged too slow almost- his hair getting burned off in a large sheet. The smell of burned hair filled the room quickly but she didn't let it bother her as she was out for blood... Elescher dodged quickly having only a fraction of error time to work with- finding this demon was much faster then Laurel had been, much to his amusement. Ducking down low he moved however his hair was slow on the reaction it seemed as he sunk- making it sing off in a thick sheet- so half his hair was gone- not that he minded. Moving out of the way of a low kick he skittered back and up a railing there by the side however it seemed Bianca saw what he was doing and moved- her hand on the bar it melted instantly- making the metal drip on what he was close to. With a hiss he moved back shaking off the metal, looking at her with a heated look. "When I get my hands on you- you will wish you were dead." He said with a perverted smirk as he moved forward and attempted to grab her shoulder- only to have it batted away easily- though he felt the heat and it was painful honestly. He wasn't one to usually shy away from pain though finding it entertaining.
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Post by kimcora on Dec 25, 2015 0:18:39 GMT -5
Allison frowned at the voice, knowing who it was and was none too happy to hear it. Lian. The friendliness in his voice made her roll her eyes, as if he felt he were speaking to a friend. They were not friends by any sense of the word, not even when this fool had hold of Logan. He was probably the one that talked him into signing into a contract with that demon of his. She knew about his fascination with the thing and left it alone because she could give a hell less if it didn't involve her directly. She got along with its brother well enough, even if it was a tool and thought itself a womanizer. Now that it was involved with Logan however, this shit was personal. "Lian. I don't care what your demon wants. Logan and I are having a chat. You will get him back when I say we are done." She said firmly, being upfront with him since she wasn't abut to give in to what Lian wanted with no reason. She was busy with Logan and wouldn't play this game with him and that demon...That may have been jealousy and she wasn't hiding it well. Logan blinked and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. 'Laurel. I'm alright. The drug will wear off and I'll talk to Allison...' He sent to her, trying to reassure her that he was okay and alive. "Allison please..." She didn't look back at him, but he could see the muscles in her back tensing. He knew that he had her attention, even if her ear was still to the phone. "Come on Ally...Take the cuffs off and we can talk. I'm not going anywhere drugged up like this. You know that." She looked back at him, her eyes narrowing at him briefly before she sighed. She went over to him and produced the keys from her shirt. He hadn't expected to convince her when she was angry with him, but it seemed she was much more amicable when cornered on things. She was in the process of uncuffing him when suddenly she hissed, dropping the keys in his lap and retracting her hand. She grabbed at her hair and made a face. "Ally-What's wrong?" Logan asked as he pulled one of his free hands loose from the cuff and went to grab at the key to get at the other one. Moments later she let out a curse and looked down at her arm, shaking it like something was on her. She cursed as a pained cry erupted from her lips, her eyes even watering. "Shit...Elecher..." She thought instantly before sending out a message to him in her mind. 'What the hell are you doing? Get out of there and quit touching hot shit!' She snarled in her mind before puffing out a breath and getting up to leave. "He's in room 314." She said to the phone before hanging up and grabbing her bag. She had never felt that kind of pain before, meaning Elescher was drawing power and was in a fight with something bad. She needed to find out what was going on, meaning she would have to leave. Before she could get a few steps, Logan grabbed her bag, pulling her back and catching her in his lap. "You're not going after that demon. Wherever it is, if you're hurting that means it's being attacked right? I'm not letting you walk into that--" Before he could finish, she twisted his arm, planting him face first into the mattress with a twist of her frame and a well placed change of their weight. "Elescher is my only in to killing Jorgan. I'm not letting that opportunity slip away." She hissed, attempting to leave again but Logan rolled, catching her arms which sent her off the bed. She glared at him from tousled hair, her expression livid like she might hit him. "You're not going to get yourself killed over that thing Ally." She sneered at him, her livid expression turning spiteful. "Why do you care? You'll just run back to that demon whore in a moment anyways--" Logan blinked as she got to her feet and tried to straighten herself up, his own look souring. "Laurel? That's sick." He growled since he saw her as a whole other species entirely, a demon to be respected and not slept with.
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Post by vamperious on Dec 26, 2015 21:42:54 GMT -5
When Alaine said Laurel was his he rose a brow at the thought of that. Laurel didn't like to be property- if anything he was her property. He however knew she wasn't going to just give him up without some reason or when something else came up that needed to be done. "I understand- just don't hang up and let me know when to come play fetch- I remember how this worked." He said simply since it was obvious Alaine wasn't in the mood to play tonight. Some times she would humor him but tonight she was on edge- not something he liked. After a moment and a bit of a tense moment form what he heard he got a room number and he ran for it. He needed to get Logan- he wouldn't put it past the woman to knock he man cold before leaving. ---------------- Laurel heard from Logan finally and let out a sigh since she had been trying to get out of bed and had already fallen on the floor and didn't look happy about this drugged business. 'Logan-Its wearing off however when I get my hands on her I will rip her legs off- no offense.' She sent him back sounding livid. She was unable to do her job because this bitch- even if it was what Logan was after- Laurel hated being unable to move. ---------------------- Elescher heard the woman scream at him in his head as he dodged a flaming pipe that Bianca had flung at him from across the way, barley missing him. 'If you honestly think I want to touch her your correct however I can't she is currently trying to rip me to shreds. Stay low and don't waste my energy!' He shrieked back at her in his head before drawing hard on the woman's own power to fling a shower of glass at the other demon only to have then melt before impact and leave her completely unharmed- a sly smile on her lips. "Oh? Drawing from someone else? I haven't even drawn from them yet- Are you really that weak? Shame- oh well your screams of pain will have to be enough to sate my fill." She said before she dashed forward, using her momentum to jump off the wall and kick her feel up and kick Elescher in the side of the head. His neck snapped sideways and he was flung across the room, hitting a slid cement wall. Dust billowing up from his impact he moved a little to dodge another attack- she wasn't going to get him this easily- he wasn't going to die like this. However he over anticipated the next move- expecting her to attack him again while hew as down- but she backed up and flung fire at him- getting his leg and his left arm- making him scream in pain. He did his best to pat it out-then fling the liquid fire off but it only seemed to consume him- no the surroundings... Her eyes glowed mildly as she watched the husk on the floor twitch slightly as it finally gave out on living and was burned to a crisp- inside and out. The connection severed completely- what ever contract he ahd was now null. Looking down she picked up the hair that had been cut before and smiled as it was reflective like glass. She took it with her and went back to her place- where her contract demanded she be- sadly- however Jourgen was very pleased- letting her be for praise- for that she was rather grateful.
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Post by kimcora on Dec 27, 2015 20:29:53 GMT -5
Allison blinked at Elescher's response, her face screwing up in anger and confusion. A she that was trying to tear him apart? Who was he fighting that was actually harming him. She had been around Elescher's long enough to know he was a scary ass monster. Past her tough talk, she was terrified of the day he would collect her soul, especially since she knew he could make her suffer before then. She felt her blood run cold at the thought, pulling herself off the floor to get to the door. That wouldn't be till she got what she wanted, Jorgan's death. She was about a step or two before she felt the wind get knocked out of her, the floor pitched beneath her and she had to catch a chair to keep from face planting on the carpet. "Allison. Please it's not the time for you to go like this--" Logan pushed himself up a bit on the bed, crawling his way with some success to the floor though it was slow and shaky at best. Allison looked at him for a long moment, taking in the scrambled state his mind was in and knew he shouldn't have been worried about her. He should be angry with her, pushing her away, calling her crazy, or sicking his demon on her. Instead the idiot was trying to get to her, as if his drugged up pleading would make her stay...She felt a brief pain in her chest, one that was quickly hidden away by the weight of the situation. She couldn't go back to this, not now or ever. That life she lived was a fluke and it nearly got her and Logan killed for it...she wouldn't put him or herself back in that again. She gave him a shake of head before going over to him. She needed to have him out so she could leave, as not to cause a scene or ruckus in the halls. Logan looked briefly confused pausing as thought he were in his own head listening to someone. Probably Laurel threatening her...she knelt, lifting Logan by the collar of his shirt, despite his uncoordinated fumbling to get her off. "I need to go check on Elescher...I'm sorry I dragged you into this...go home Logan. Save yourself the trouble of all this." She quickly brought her hand up to knock him out but suddenly a cold spike like hypothermia ran through her. Everything in her body felt cold and disconnected, like something snapped internally. It was a quick shooting pain through her soul, but it faded to nothing but a numbness that she despised. She felt her body go limp, feeling like she had run for days and then was beaten by a two-by-four. She landed right into Logan's uncoordinated grasp that tightened on her instantly in the impact. She rested against him, what little strength that was still in her making her hands form loose fists on his chest. "Ally--Allison! What's wrong?" Logan questioned in a panic, letting a hand go to her face so that he could get a better look at her. Allison would have shoved him off, but she couldn't even muster the power to hit him. This...this feeling of being alone in her mind...the feeling of emptiness and loss... She felt tears forming as her mind spiraled into emotions like anger and sadness, grief not for the demon but for her plans that were lost. She let the tears run down her face, her eyes meeting Logan's for a brief moment before she let her head rest on his shoulder. "Gone...it's all gone." "What's all gone? Ally?" Before he could ask more she passed out, leaving him holding her awkwardly. He struggled to get to his feet with her in his arms, feeling more like a baby deer on ice. But the fear of not knowing what was wrong with her was driving him forward, making him get to the door with a bit more volition than he thought he could muster. He made it to the door and had it open when Lian showed up in the door frame. Logan offered him a tired look, his expression showing he had been through a whirlwind of crazy before he got there. "She just collapsed and wouldn't tell me what was wrong. She's breathing and her eyes look fine." He prattled, ignoring himself in the situation and trying to look after her as best he could.
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Post by vamperious on Dec 30, 2015 11:47:41 GMT -5
He was about to break the lock simply however the door handle moved and opened to find Logan who looked shaky at best holding a passed out Alaine- or his Allison. Lian nodded before taking the woman from him and slinging her over his shoulder like she were simply a sand bag. "I'll bring her you focus on walking- she will be out a while- if not and she wakes up I would rather be stabbed instead of you if you catch my drift." he said this in a polite manner so he could walk with him but if she did wake up and was pissed- Lian would take the brunt of her anger. They made it down the elevator and back to their own rooms thankfully in a quick manner only to come back into the room to find a livid looking Laurel who was sitting on the floor by the bed- facing the door, arms crossed and a glare on her face. Lian gave her a small smile before going to put the woman on Logan's bed and going to help her up since she looked shaky too. "So it was the same one as before- no wonder she did this. That bitch hated me." She stated clearly in a dislike for the new woman in the group. Lian gave her a frown before going to sit by her, wrapping an arm about her waist. "You don't need her to like you- you have me, besides I need you to focus on me right now- not this mess. Your too strung up about it." Laurel gave him a coy like smile before his last words telling her to calm down more or less. Her look changing ever so slightly but Lian noticed it. "I'm not telling you what to do Laurel. I'm recommending. Besides I'm sure Logan could use some comforting energy not angry from you. He has been though a lot tonight as well." At his second set of words she looked a little put out since Lian was right. Giving a nod she let it go, though she felt a little slow and disy still but she just cuddled into to Lian to make it stop. Giving Logan a few moments to figure himself out.
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Post by kimcora on Dec 30, 2015 23:19:12 GMT -5
Who Lian tossed her over his shoulder, Logan's look turned briefly annoyed, but it faded in favor of a more resigned look. He couldn't rightly help her in the state he was in and the last thing he wanted was Ally being hurt or needing care that he couldn't give her. Logan nodded and followed, though he wobbled a bit he was able to get by. Mostly it was just like trying to walk home so hammered you couldn't see straight. He found that he at least he could manage to follow Lian by watching the way Allison's hair swayed from the steps he took. He tried to imagine what the two were like as a team, working together to harm others and to do things that were hardly legal...He tried to imagine Allison stabbing someone, actually hurting someone. She had a temper, that he knew, but he had never seen her hurt someone. The same woman he brought around his niece and nephew could kill without batting an eyelash and was hunting down a mob boss...He felt his stomach twist and briefly he felt like he might vomit. He held it down till they got to the hotel room, where they found a pissed looking Laurel on the floor. He looked briefly green and apologetically at her, knowing she was suffering on his behalf. "Sorry Laurel." He said before looking at Ally when she was placed on the bed. He heard Laurel's comment about Allison, the news that she was the 'bitch that hated her' was an odd thing for him to hear. Then again he was learning quite a bit these days about her. He sat down on the side of the bed propping his forehead on his palm to get the dizziness to subside. It was going away, he could feel it, but what it was leaving in it's absence was much worse. He felt strange. Odd in the sense that this was not the pain he felt when losing her, the hope when he found out she was alive, or the initial hurt of finding out she had lied to him and possibly used him...it was an a whole new, more brutal emotion that tore at his chest and left him feeling more raw than put together. He wanted to be angry, sad, happy, annoyed, something other than tired and hurt. But he couldn't even muster that. He was just exhausted. Instead of trying to rest however, he checked on Allison, making sure her breathing was still normal and that there was no sign of poisoning or harm to her. She just seemed like she was passed out, like after exhausting herself to the brink..."Gone..." He muttered, trying to understand what she meant by that, but he was coming up blank.
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Post by vamperious on Dec 30, 2015 23:34:12 GMT -5
Laurel accepted his apology however she was currently going through his thoughts- reading them for things and signs of what happened but she already knew what it was-this woman had a demon connection- and it was now gone- the demon that was. When Logan muttered gone she nodded, moving to look at Logan a bit better. She felt a little bad about not talking out loud for Lian's sake so shew as trying- even if she was dizzy as hell. "Her contract- her power card. I went though your thoughts on the situation on what happened- I hope you don't mind. She will be perfectly fine- her demon was killed. Did you catch the name of it?" She asked wondering whom she now had to morn from her species. A sad hollow feeling filled her middle at the thought of that and she was sure Lian had her thought already on that because he put a hand on her shoulder a bit supportively.
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Post by kimcora on Dec 31, 2015 1:26:00 GMT -5
Logan looked up at Laurel when she said that the demon was killed. Ally was alright? But the demon she was with wasn't? That made her contract void right? He looked at Allison, remembering the pain in her expression as she clung to him before passing out. She mourned the demons death...she mourned giving her soul to that demon all over power...he frowned as he watched her breaths peacefully fall with each rise of her chest. She would be okay...but that didn't change what happened between them. There was still a lot more to figure out...but that was to be handled a day at a time. When asked the demon's name, he gave a bit of a frustrated look since it was a name he was familiar with from Laurel. Aparently this demon was a real piece of work... "It was Elescher. The one you told me about." He said, just remembering how scared Laurel even looked of the thing. And yet Ally made a deal with it? "Alli--Alaine kept talking about some guy. That Elescher was an in to killing someone named Jorgan. That's why she was working with him...How the hell did he die though? I thought demons were pretty powerful." He asked the room, since he was unsure of how and what was able to kill a supernatural being. Laurel had said that there were few demons left so it was odd to hear about one of the few that survivors dying.
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Post by vamperious on Dec 31, 2015 12:30:14 GMT -5
When the name left his lips her eyes went a little wide in shock. Elescher was dead? What the hell killed it? Better yet who was it working for...The look of shock left her face into one of absolute disgust and anger when the second name was uttered. "Jorgan.." She said with a hiss in her tone, her body slipping into a more green tint. Lian got off the bed and gave her some space instantly when her posture changed and her skin looked different. He knew that name very well himself- he knew damn well why Laurel was reacting like this as well. He glanced over at her and noticed she was focusing on not reacting violently at the name so he decided to explain it to Logan. "Demon's are powerful Logan. You should have seen the battles they had. Two demons fighting can level an entire city in a fight if they felt like it. If it was killed it was another demon, no doubt about that. However this target isn't something to scoff at. Jorgen has been a target of all the remaining demons for the last two years. He was one of the original instigators of the massive demon war. I'm sure Laurel has told you about that. Alaine had enough on the bastard to want him dead as well so Elescher must have approached her out of convenience. " He said it simply since it was true. He had no doubt the male demon saw itself as getting closer to the target by getting another enemy of Jorgen's.
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