“Puttin’ my defences up, ‘Cause I don’t wanna fall in love, If I ever did that, I think I’d have a heart attack……,” begun to ring out, having to flicker my eyes open. Groaning as I materialize my cell phone into my right hand and clicked ‘accept’. Yawning when I answered, “Hello?”

“Sura, did I wake you up?” the female’s voice asked, with a hint of a chuckle in it.

“Ya you did, Rora,” I snorted, slowly sitting up, “what’s up?”

“What do you think of having a girls day today? Treat ourselves with a manicure, pedicure, roam the beaches and throw in a soul snatching here and there?” she asked with a bubbly tone in her voice.

Aurora Nightshade happens to be my best friend and the same age as myself. We had grown up around each other in HELL, as well as around other demon families. Yet we had grown close as friends because of the same age, given the other demons we know were very much older then the two of us. The two ‘baby’ demons had to stick together, to survive this hellish amazing life. Replying back to her, “Hmm sounds very tempting, though I guess I could finally let you in what has been happening in my life lately.”

She asked in her usual demanding tone, “Like what? Did you meet someone already? Are you mated? Don’t tell me you’re knocked me. Are you?”

I seriously could have laughed out loudly over her questioning. “No, Rora, I haven’t met anyone or mated or knocked up. SO not ready to start a family of my own,” I reassured her calmly.  

“Okay, what could it be that I don’t know already?” she asked, curiously.

I thought about telling her over the phone, but actually letting her see my horns and tail in person would be more effective then telling her over the phone. Plus telling her my father and the night out hunting with him. So I told her, “Oh… it just involves my father, Rora.”

I could hear her gasp even from over the phone. “What?!” she asked, “What do you mean? You found your father? What is he? What’s his name? What is he like?”

Letting out a soft laugh, I toss the covers off me and got out of my bed. “All in good time. Give me twenty or so minutes to freshen up and get dressed, and we can meet up here or in Los Angeles,” I smiled, stretching all over as I start walking towards the bathroom door.

I could have sworn I heard her huff before she said, “Fine, but I want details, Sura. I’ll pop right over there before we can go to my fave spa in LA to get mani and pedis.”

“Okay, just pop yourself into downstairs, like the living room or kitchen first,” i said, pushing the bathroom door open, flipping the light on with my mind.

“Alright. See you in twenty or so minutes,” she said quickly.

“See you then,” I replied back before we both hanged up and I place my cell down on the sink counter. Glancing down at my clothes for a moment, before materializing them off my body. Next I made my way to the shower, turning on the water and stepped right on in. Taking a quick shower, washing, scrubbing, massaging, and washing my hair. After rinsing all the stuff out of my hair and off my body, I turn the water off and stepped out.

Grabbing a towel I got on drying myself off all over, thinking over what I was going to say to Rora, how I was going to say it. She’s my best friend, and she certainly needs to know this transition about me, yet not everything. Once I was completely dried, I grab my cell, toss the towel over to the hamper, and walked out of my bathroom. Turning the bathroom lights out with my mind. Making my way to my closet, scanning through everything before materializing http://twitpic.com/cqlbpk on. Turning around to the full length mirror on my closet door, checking myself out.

A smirk spreading across my face when I hear my aunt’s voice calling up from downstairs, “Asura! Aurora Nightshade is here!” 

‘Already?’ I thought, as I made my way out of my bedroom, down the hall and down the stairs. Rounding the staircase down the hallway towards the kitchen. Right away I see my aunt and my best friend there. One with a cup of hot lavender blood tea, the other just leaning against the island counter. 

“Hey girlie,” Rora said with a bright smile, leaning away from the counter.

“Good afternoon, sleepy head,” my aunt added.

Glancing at both of them with a smile. Then turning my gaze to Rora, “Ready?”

She started walking towards me, “Oh you know it. I want to hear all about this father of your’s, Sura.”

Out of the corner of my eyes, i could see my aunt get all tensed while she took of her tea. “Where are you two young women are off to today?” she asked, glancing at us.

“Mani and pedi for starters, then Sura here is gonna dish on her father, and after that may go soul snatching,” Rora answers, glancing over at my aunt. 

Whom gave me a stern look before a small smile spreads across her face. “You two have fun, okay?” my aunt said.

I nodded, while Rora said, “You got it, Andromache!” Then Rora and I dematerialize ourselves out of my aunt’s kitchen and head straight to her favorite city in the human world. Los Angeles, California. 

The moment I enter the bathroom, the need to be clean was apparent. The blood on my skin was already starting to dry. I quickly walk over to my shower, opening the door and stepping inside. I turn the water on, turning both ‘warm’ and ‘cold’ knobs. A jet stream of scorching water hits me right in the chest, making a groan escape my mouth. It felt so good, I glance over to the sink counter, where I keep my iPod player, and started it up telekinetically. Now all I need is the lights to be off, and loads of candles lit to set the mood right now. I guess it’s a good thing I’m single, I can do whatever I want, I thought, with a smirk. 

As Bon Jovi songs came on, I got into the mood to sway my hips side to side. I absolutely love music from the 80’s. They just fits perfectly. The only music that puts me in a really good mood. Slowly turning around to let the water hit my back, i started to sing along with the song. Not yet belting it out. Oh no, too early to belt out a song, I yawned, and too sleepy. I thought over what I want to do tomorrow. Maybe go spend some time with Crixus? Or maybe his brothers, Spartacus and Gannicus? Who are quite divine to just ogle at all day long, I smirked, thinking about those two. Wicked thoughts running through my mind, though I knew Spartacus and Gannicus were only going ever look at me like a little sister then a potential mate. 

I sighed, pushing the gladiators to the side, knowing it’s quite fun just hanging around them, even if I’m the little sister to them. There is always calling up Gemma and Aurora, or Rora, Nightshade. Those two can be mischievous and a hell load of fun. Plus I definitely want to tell them, even Demetrius and Dominic, their big brothers, Daelyn, Crixus, Spartacus and Gannicus about my dad. The thought of telling members of my family and friends just give me goosebumps. What their responses might be; either be shocked, surprised, irritated like my auntie, or even happy. 

Whatever the case might be, i can deal with it. I grab the bar of soap and begun to lather it into my hands. Building up the sweet melon scent. Moving my hands to my chest, getting the dried blood off my chest and neck. Scrubbing with my nails to get it all off me, turning around to let the water rinse off the soap. Hoping I got all of it as I yawn again. Fuck, I groaned mentally, looks like sleep is starting to make it self more apparent. I give my chest and neck one more good scrub to make sure the blood was completely off before i let the water wash it away. 

Then I lather the soap in my hands again, scrubbing my underarms, my breasts, my stomach, my hips, my back, my buttocks, and even my legs and feet. I wanted tonight’s funk off and smell like sweet melon mix with brimstone. I even got around to washing and conditioning my hair before I turn the water off. Stepping out of the shower dripping wet, grabbing a towel to wrap around my wet body. I walk over to the sink counter, run my hand on the fogged up mirror to wipe off the fog. Looking at myself to see if there were any blood I missed scrubbing off. Thankfully there weren’t. I wasn’t looking forward to getting into the shower again. I rise my body temperature to start drying myself off. Telekinetically turning off the iPod player just as i made my way out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom.  

I close the bathroom door behind me, yawning again and stretching. I glance at my bed which looked so good right now. I quickly drop the towel from my body, walking nakedly straight over to it. I grab the comforter and bed sheet, pulling it back, so I can get my petite body under the covers. I squirm right to the middle of the bed, pulling the covers over myself 

I grab my pillow, one that I usually sleep on, to me. Laying on my side, I held the pillow, while i nuzzle it with the side of my cheek. My eyes slowly close and everything seemed peaceful. Totally restful scene. I let out a sigh and let myself go off to dream land. Maybe I’ll get to dream of that gorgeous male again? Hopefully? Maybe? Totally….. 

The moment when I arrived home, I instantly felt my aunt’s presence and heard her as well. “Asura Eurylla Grimm!” she called from downstairs. I groaned and walked to the top of the stairs. Already spotting my aunt in her usual out fit. Roman-like silk beaded gown, with part of it drape over her right shoulder. Her hair was down, cascade around her shoulders and face, and definitely beachy waves. She only wears her Roman or Greek gowns around the house, never when she goes out feeding. It’s her comfort spot, and I never judged. She totally rocks out the ancient garbs as if they were still in fashion. “Where were you young lady?” 

I walked down a few steps and sat down. “I was out hunting with my father,” i sighed, adding, ” Uriel. In New York City.” Scratching at my horns as i run my fingers through my hair swiftly. 

My aunt’s expression soften only a tiny bit. She still was angry with me with narrowed eyes, pursed lips and nostrils flaring. She certainly gave off a wave of pissed off emotion that was hitting right at me. I knew I was going to get it, I know that look, that wave of pissed off energy, only happens when I get into trouble. Happened many times before. What can I say? I was curious, enough to get in trouble with my aunt. She took a deep breath, slowly letting it out with a sigh. “Next time tell me, okay?” she said, with a brow cocked. That mistrust of Fallen Angels still brunt into her, all thanks to her former lover, Azazeal. Daelyn’s daddy. 

I nod slowly with a reassuring smile. “Yes auntie I will,” getting up from the stairs, walking down the rest to my aunt. “I will try to remember, okay?” Would snuck my arms around her waist and gave her a hug. But I was still drench with human blood on my clothes. I didn’t want to get her beautiful dress stained with it. 

“That would be very assuring, Asura. Very much,” she nodded, placing a delicate hand upon my shoulder in a graceful movement. “I know he’s your father, but,” she paused, her baby blue eyes glancing to the right. As if she was walking down memory lane of when her and Azazeal were hot and heavy. 

“You don’t trust fallen angels. I know, Auntie,” I quickly say, really wanting to head to my room, get out of these dirty clothes and take a hot shower. I let out a long defeated sigh with a soft smile. “I’ll make sure to tell you when I go out with my father again.” 

She briskly nodded. “Now get upstairs and out of those stained clothes,” she said with a soft chuckle, shaking her head. “Get them into the laundry room and into the washer before the blood stains them more.” She’s in full parental mode. 

“Was just about to do that, actually.” 

“Good,” she chuckled, “the sun will be up in a few hours.” Which meant that I had enough time to get out of these clothing, take a hot shower and crawl into bed before it rises. 

“Rest well, auntie,” I smiled up at her before backing up to the stairs. 

“Rest well, dear,” she said, with a soft smile. Which she only wears for family members. 

I turned and ran up the stairs to my bedroom. Once I bust into my room, I start stripping out of my messy clothes. Letting them drop to the floor, all with their own sound. A thump or a wet thud or a plain ol’ thud. When I was completely naked, I snap my fingers, teleporting my dirty bloody clothes to the laundry room. Right into the washer with detergent and fabric softener. I continue the lazy notion by mentally turning the washing machine on as I make my way to the bathroom. It was time for a long hot scorching shower, I thought, chuckling under my breath. 

The scent of human blood and pulse is deafening. Like a pounding echoing into my ears, through my head, and down throughout my body. My throat just ache from the hunger. My eyes tingled more then usual. Plus I felt an annoying itch around my horns. I’d quickly ignored my father, as I stalked closer to them. A sweet smile spreading across my face, just as the humans turn to face me. Their smiling faces quickly turn to confusion to fear. I knew they were staring at my blood red eyes and my fangs that were showing a bit. 

At first I didn’t know which one to go for first. The male was tall, like my father, but build thicker. While the female that stood very closely to her male is petite with long legs and curly doll like blonde curls. I really didn’t care what else they looked like, my main focus was what was pulsating in their necks. I launch myself at the male, clutching onto his shoulders while I wrap my legs around his body. I push the screaming, the yelling, and my father’s voice out while the pulsing blood was all I could hear. All within seconds, I snap my mouth open, exposing my fangs and sank them into the guys neck. 

The blood poured out the bite marks, some flowing into my mouth while some flowed down from his neck. The sweet metal taste of his blood type wasn’t my favorite, yet draining him and his female, it will satisfy my hunger. I felt a groan escaping my mouth while swallowing the blood. Jerking and tearing the male’s neck to bite down harder, to suck harder. I wanted all of that blood in his body flowing into my mouth. When I felt this male’s pulse start to lessen, an image of a certain male demon’s face popped into my head, only making me snarl out lowly. I wish not to think of him while I was feeding, nor think of him ever again.

I pulled back from the human’s neck, licking my lips as I realize that the human was on his knees. Something I didn’t notice or felt. I unwrap my legs around him and towered over him. My hands sliding to his neck while I noticed he glance over to his female. Her crying was partly coming through while I just stare down at this human. Blood dripping down my chin when I started to squeeze my hands around his neck. Just watching the human suffer even more was pleasure to my eyes. A grin spreading across my face just when I snap his neck, killing him instantly. Pushing his body to the ground, sweeping my eyes over to the horrified female, who my father had by her neck. 

I stride over to her, only staring at her neck and the pulse in there. Noticing my father tilting her neck to elongate it. The human woman was whimpering and pleading for her life. Tears were streaking down her cheeks, there were black blotches around her eyes from where the mascara running. Thinking that she is looking pathetic with the whimpering, crying, and pleading. As she clearly has no balls to face the monster that just killed her male. Oh well, I thought, she’s food. I lunge and strike her neck with my mouth, letting my fangs sink in sharply and roughly. I really don’t give a fuck if i cause her any discomfort. Pain, agony, misery was all i wanted for her. To relish in it as the blood rush into my mouth and down my throat. 

“Asura, easy,” I heard a male voice say, whom sounded like my father. I didn’t bother listen as I rip more into the human’s neck to get a better hold. Sucking hard the blood down, Not wanting it to flow down her neck to her body. I may be in a messy eating mood, but I was very hungry, and the more human blood the more I’d be more satisfied. Hearing her pulse start to get faint, my father’s voice spoke out again, “Asura enough.” It sounded commanding, deep and very fatherily. 

Pulling back from the almost limp woman, swirling my tongue around my lips. Licking off as much blood as my tongue could reach. The tingling in my eyes lessen, as well as around my horns and fangs. The burning sensation in my throat was completely gone. My hunger is completely satisfied… for now. 

“How are you feeling, Asura?” My father asked as he drops the human’s body down to the ground. 

Blinking for a moment. “I feel better,” I replied, as i wipe the blood off my chin with my right hand. Licking the sweet metal taste off, while looking at my father. “Much.” 

He slowly nod. “Why don’t you go home. I’m sure your aunt is getting worried,” he said before his eyes drift to the bodies, “I’ll take care of these.” His eyes sweep back to my face. Those big black wings rippled and flickered for a second or two. He begun walking over to the bodies, wondering what he was going to do to them. As I could easily spread decay through them, let them rot from the inside out. 

I nod once at him with a short smile. “When will I see you next,” I pause, rubbing my lips together before adding, “father?” 

He started to pick up the male’s body by the shoulder, placing his other hand on the human’s face. A black dot appeared on the human’s face right where my father  is touching. He pulled back his hand, just as he answered, “Tomorrow? Or the next day, Asura.” 

The black dot spread into a large spot, looking like leather. All cracked and rough. I was too fixated on watching what was happening to the human. My vision zoomed in on it to noticed the crease edge of the black spot. It had a burning flame to it. No freaking way! I thought, as my eyes widen for a second. My father had just started a slow burn on the male’s body. I wonder once it was all done, the body would be ash and dust, I thought, as i turn my gaze to my father, nodding. “Either sounds good. See you then, father,” I smiled at him before teleporting back home to my aunt’s beach house. A little R&R and a hot shower is most definitely needed. 

The bitter air is nipping at my nose and my cheeks as I walk with my father, Uriel, through central park. I was still enamored with my father, what he is like, what he liked and disliked. He was a complete mystery to me. Yet as we were walking side by side, this chance to get to know each other is something I’m thankful for. It made me think of what kind of life I would have if my mother lived through my birth, and got to raise me with my father. I’m still a young demon compare to my family and friends. They were all close to a thousand years old or older, where here I am I’m just a hundred and eight years old. A baby demon in a way. Some days I didn’t mind playing that card, but other days I just want them to treat me like a woman. Even though I look like I was in my late teens, early twenties. 

“So tell me more about yourself, dear,” my father’s voice broke through my deep thought. 

I turn my head to glance up at him. “Well, hmm were shall I start?” i asked, pressing my lips together. 

He shrugs at me, those massive black wings moving along his shoulders. The black glistening feathers looked as if they were sharp like obsidian glass. “Start wherever you wish to start from, Asura.” 

“Okay,” I said with a light shrug. “I guess I’m not like many demons you may know, father. I absolutely love sunbathing, swimming in the ocean or in a pool. I love dancing and rocking out to music. Do you realize there is like no music in hell?! Which really sucks! Cause, there is so much amazing music. There’s also reading, watching movies and TV shows that I’ve become addicted too. Everything about the human world, is… just… so amazing! I am in awe of the place and what it holds.” I took a breath to pause and turn to face my father, realizing I was rambling like a loon. “Sorry for rambling,” sheepishly smiles and shrugs my shoulders. 

He chuckles and smiled down at me. “It’s quite alright, dear,” he said, sliding a hand out of his pant pocket and placing it upon my right shoulder. “You were right.” 

I raise my brows, tilting my head at him. “About?”

“You’re definitely a unique demon,” he said, pulling his hand from my shoulder. “Maybe it’s the half angel in you.” 

I shrugged, not really minding that part about me. Being half angel and half demon really didn’t bother my cousin, Daelyn. Though she had two forms she can shift into. One being her demonic self, the other a more angelic appearance. It made me wonder what will happen to me. Shifting like my cousin is out of the question. If I had that ability, it would have done so when I was little. I thought over wings like my father, protruding out of my back and flying around the night sky with a demonic angel that I am. “Maybe, but I had no complaints of how a demon should act or behave,” I shrugged again. “The though of being half angel really has me curious and excited, really.” 

My father chuckles again, “Then how about we get back to the hunt and get you fed?” He motion with his left hand down the pathway we’re heading down. 

Glancing that way, hearing heart beats pulsating in the air, warm sweet scent of blood blowing towards us. Rapid tingling started in my eyes and around my canines. I knew that my blue eyes were turning blood red and my fangs were itching to pop down. Every muscle in my body was starting to tell me to head down that pathway and pounce on the humans. To sink my fangs into their necks, ripping at their flesh to cause them pain, till I can fully drain them all of their delicious blood. 

“Asura?” 

I snap out of my blood lust for a second to look back at my father, and nod at him. “Lets get going,” I smiled at him. He nods at me and we start our walk back down the path. With each passing step, getting closer to the humans only made any other sounds deafening, and I could only hear their pulse. Imagining their warm blood flowing into my mouth, dripping down from my lips. The predator within me was out and was ready to have fun.

sinfulspike:

This is a total OOC post and typically I don’t do things like this, but I am /so/ sick and tired of seeing whiny drama on my TL.

If you have a mated account and your mate doesn’t come on, there is more than likely a reason for that. Could be RL is busy, could be they are busy on another account,…

Wickedly sweet. 

The color of blush and blood. -smirks sinister- 

This may be pink but dayum… I look good in it. -smirks-

And the color black. -snickers wickedly-