CATandMOUSE - jurate

[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) Alix could tell Wes was one of those people that when they weren't talking, they were obviously thinking - a lot. He had that type of face that told her if someone even dared to mess with him, they'd pay. Or mess with someone he cared about. Even if he acted like he wouldn't, his eyes told a lot more than he probably hoped they ever would. Keenly watching his reaction, the Fallen tilted her head gently, swaying with the rhythm of the music in his arms. As she allowed herself to be enveloped by the music, the Fallen then arched an eyebrow when he spoke about not being a chase, and not being anyone's toy. Shaking her head gently, she mused calmly, running a hand down his arm before brushing back some of her hair, "Now I didn't say anything about you being a chase." she added, "I like people who make me...think. You're one of them. I'm pretty good I'd like to think at figuring people out. You, I can't. Not that easily." she pursed her lips in mild thought, attempting to piece together of what little she knew about Wes. There was obviously something in his past that haunted him. Hey, everyone had something dramatic, she'd been slaughtered after being raped by someone who hated her first husband, and she had even been pregnant too. Eyes dulled as her mind traveled back to Jiri, and her hand subconsciously fell to her stomach, where she had known a new life had been growing in her before it had been ripped away viciously. Everything. Her life. Her husband, her son and her yet-to-be-born child. She rapidly pushed those thoughts away. Alix refused to think of her past, especially when it was as painful as it was. Instead she focused on the ideas she had for Wes's past. What had happened to him to make him hate supernaturals so much? Which kind of supernatural had made him suffer like it did? Her first guess was a corrupt shifter or a vampire as they tended to be the most vicious out of the species. Those and faeries. Which made Alix happy she was a Fallen, and therefore the only thing really physical about her was the pair of massive scars down her back which were hidden well by her hair and a part of the dress. Grinning coyly at him telling her she'd taken away his fun, she responded gently, drawing herself closer to him than before, "Now Wes, I won't say I'm sorry, because I'm really not - that much anyway. I just thought...." she tilted her head lightly, eying him curiously, as if picking her words carefully before speaking, "We could get to know each other a bit better. But yes, I am quite happy." Which was most of the truth, but not all of it. She never lied, but she just never told all the truth if she found it helpful to protect herself. Granted Wes was a Hunter, though despite that, Alix felt - calmer by him, like she knew if push came to shove, he might step in and help her. Either way, Alix knew she was particularly happy she had run into Wes here. For reasons unknown of course, but all she knew was that she didn't care about anything else now besides getting to know this Hunter more. What made him tick. Hearing him respond about not knowing exactly what she was talking about, Alix arched a quirky eyebrow then shrugged and mused, "Don't worry, I can understand. We all have things in our past we prefer not to talk about." she locked eyes with him then answered, "It's just - I know what happened with you Wes, and though my apology can't count for what happened, I want to apologize on behalf of the supernatural species." She spoke gently, her hand brushing his as they continued to dance together. The Fallen laughed lightly when he spoke about her age, noticing how he hadn't made a remark about that. Quite - gentlemanly of him to do, she thought calmly to himself. Maybe Wes wasn't as horrible as he made himself out to be. Maybe he was. But right now he seemed to be calm enough, probably because they were in public, which meant he had to behave himself. "Ah, well I will say I took lessons throughout the past century, but before that I could really only just hope everyone else around me had no idea what to do either." she smiled fondly at the times where she would go to festivals and such, and just enjoy being able to be surrounded by other people. Even if they were just mortals that could die with a shot to the arm even. Alix looked to Wes's light eyes, her own locking with his for a few moments, "Take a stab at your age, feel free to take a guess as to mine. For you, I'm going to say...anywhere between twenty-three and twenty-five." she grinned innocently, then inquired, "Do you usually go to the gym? Or did we run into each other just by chance there?" That way if he did go there frequently, since she only went once in awhile, she knew she shouldn't go there that much anymore, mainly just to avoid him there. 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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G
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Wes wondered whether was the fallen had said was true. That he was hard to figure out. He didn't think so, merely because he was wearing his emotions on his sleeve, they were that obvious. He even right out told her what he felt, the hate and the fact that he practically wanted to kill Alix, and yet here she was, dancing with him, saying he was hard to figure out. To be honest, Wes had always considered himself as someone that emotions ran freely across his face if he wasn't trying to hide them, that his eyes were the key to his soul because they kind of foretold many emotions of his. However, when he wanted to keep a straight face, to hide fear, or affection, or sadness, he was quite good at that. He could make himself look cold to the passing eye, even murderous and plainly angry, yet there was always a twitch, a second where he forgot to keep the emotion he intended on his face, and then they were able to tell his feelings. But maybe that wasn't at all what Alix meant, maybe because eh wasn't revealing anything about his past. All evening, he could clearly see the happy side of Alix, the smiley and flirty side, but he was sure that there was more to her life than that, after all she was alive for over a century, she would have pain and unhappiness in her life, so maybe she was as good an actress as him really.

"There isn't really anything to figure out, I'm as boring as humans get, so I think you're wasting your time." Wes felt the tiniest smile grace his lips at the thought of him being anything at all remotely interesting, because he wasn't and that was a fact. He could tell that the blonde was thinking, though he couldn't tell what about exactly, even as she removed one of her hands off of her shoulder and touched her flat stomach with it. He wouldn't ask. He didn't want to know anything about her. He was curious of course, but he would let himself believe that he wasn't that would be so much easier. He was stubborn, but maybe that was starting to fade somewhat. That was when she completely contradicted everything he had going on this train of thought. She wanted them to get to know each other better, he felt his back stiffen once again at the thought of getting to know her. At the moment, she was chatting to him, seeming more humane than he had ever expected her to be, but did he want to know her better? Yes, he did, for some reason he couldn't figure out. Could he get to know her better? No way in hell, merely because it would be going against everything he believed in and it scared him, that sort of change scared him, a change that made him want to forget who he was for a bit and just go with his instinct. An, right now, his instinct told him maybe he should go for it, but his will power was too strong. He could not, not now not ever, try and get to know her. He just knew that it would end badly.

"Look, Alix. I think you are wasting your time." Wes said, with a long sigh. He then made a point of looking right at her face as he spoke the next words, his eyes boring into hers. "I-I don't think that that would ever be a good idea. You're something that I kill, not something that I dance with, make small talk with let alone try to get to know better. It goes against every little thing that I have ever believed in." He would never admit to her that that would make him scared, yet here he was, confessing half of the truth. Wishing that she would actually go away, but there was also a part of him that wished that maybe she would stay. She didn't seem evil, so maybe she wasn't. Wes was fully aware of her body so near his, he could feel the heat of the bodies pressed together, and he knew that she couldn't feel the same because of what she was. She would never be able to feel his physical touch, and that made her seem less real, which made everything somewhat easier for him in a weird way. Wes flinched. He actually flinched when she kept going on about his past, and yet again she was apologizing, and those words seemed to make him hate her less. She said she knew about him, but she was wrong. "You don't know anything about me Alix. You may think you do, but I bet a hundred percent you are wrong." His words were bitter and angry, laced with fear that she would make him say it, or that she would guess. And he didn't want a weakness, not with this supernatural, not with any.

He refused to give into more small talk. She told him to try and guess her age. He wouldn't bother, he knew that he would get it wrong. "I know you're very old, old enough to have been dead if you were mortal. And you're wrong, I'm about thirty-one." Wes said, lying blatantly, because he was twenty-four. He didn't really want her knowing personal things like this about him, it made him uncomfortable. She had no way of knowing whether he was lying or not, and he didn't look old enough to be thirty-one, but yet she didn't have a way to know, and he was glad. "No, I don't usually go to the gym, only every so often. Though I'll be going even less now." He gave her a very strained and restricted quirk of a smile, and then he let go of her. He felt like he couldn't breathe, like he was suffocating. "I need air. I gotta get out. Just.. carry on dancing." Wes literally blurted out, before he almost literally ran out of the room. He needed to get away, and so he made his way outside though the hoards of sweaty bodies. This was such a bad idea, he knew it, yet he had still come to this stupid club. He wished he didn't, yet he didn't wish it either.

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[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) Alix suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to make the supernatural who killed Wes' family pay. She was surprised by the emotion she felt by that, just the immediate surge of protectiveness that had washed over her like a tsunami. Why was this? For God's sake (though she shouldn't be taking his name in vain, she did anyway, she didn't need to answer to him anymore), Wes was a damn hunter! Blue eyes locked onto the other pair of blue eyes across from her, where she knew there was definitely something lurking beneath them. It was easy to tell that someone had done something horrible to him in his past, that something or someone supernatural had slaughtered his family. Her questions were how he managed to survive, and why he just didn't hate that one kind of species, but instead he hated all of them. Shaking her head slightly, the blonde then heard him speak about being a boring human. Scowling, she rebutted, "Oh really? Not every human I've met in my...centuries of being around fights like you and carries weapons on their person. Unless they're with the government or completely nuts. And you, Wes, I believe are neither of those." She commented lightly, feet moving smoothly along the dance floor. The duo then slowed as Alix then realized Wes was staring right at her - through her. Her eyes reluctantly locked onto his and she became quickly aware of just - him. His mass, his muscles, his arms and hands on her sides, his height. Everything. It was weird how fallen angels could feel touch, probably due to them having actual physical bodies. Shivering slightly, she then heard him speak. Her first reaction was he wished he could kill her. He could only kill the ones that were able to be killed by human hands, faeries, vampires, werewolves and such, not fallen. Fallen were able to survive through anything even the pain of losing loved ones like Immortals, just that Immortals got a few more perks than Fallen angels did. Maybe that was their punishment. The ones that went against Him anyway, and not the ones like her, the idiots who sacrificed it for love. For passion and to take care of the ones they loved. Her blue eyes darkened slightly and her hands instinctively clung to Wes slightly tighter for a moment before she mused, "I...I can't die, Wes." But boy did she wish she could some days. An insulted look fell on her features when he said she thought she knew him. That she was wrong. She may not be an Immortal, but she certainly knew - or liked to think she knew - what she was talking about. Giving Wes a look like a mother to a lying child when she knew he was lying, Alix responded, almost - almost in a begging tone, "Wes...look..." her voice faded. Damn him and his stubbornness. Frowning slightly, she mused, "You're worse than a mule when it comes to seeing things." Then another lie. His age. So was his name a lie too? Possibly, but Alix was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt with his name for now, though when he said his age, she shook her head, a playful grin coiling on her lips for a brief moment before it vanished, "Wes, you don't look a day over twenty-seven if you want to go that far." She liked saying his name. The Fallen wasn't sure why, but she certainly did. Probably half the reason why she was using it so much. Her hands dropped when the Hunter stepped away from her, claiming he needed air. She was about to call bullshit though she did catch the look on his face after a few moments. He really did. Did that mean she'd give it to him? Eh, maybe for a few. Otherwise, Alix just wanted to be able to follow him and make sure he was okay. Blue eyes narrowed in concern for the Hunter before she felt someone brush against her and another guy, another supernatural invited her to dance with him. Smiling graciously she mused, "Sorry...not now." the supernatural shrugged as she then made her way out of the dance floor and into an area where she could breathe a little easier. Dammit, where had he gone? Outside most likely. Heading to the bar, she spoke, "Keep the change." Also meaning if Wes wanted another drink, he could get one. She didn't care, it was cash, not like they could just keep using her credit care or anything. Alix then paused as she exited a door, hair falling past her features for a few moments when a breeze messed with it and she spotted the dark figure of Wes near the building. A soft sigh escaped her lips before she took a few tentative steps towards Wes, though still kept her distance, figuring he'd most likely brush her off, "Wes..." she spoke, getting his attention, not really wanting to startle him if she could help it. "I truly am sorry for what happened to you. I could..." her voice paused for a brief moment before she continued, "Only imagine how it must have happened, how you must have felt." she took another pair of steps towards him, about six feet from the Hunter now, "I promise you, I have never killed a human, Wes. I won't ever hurt you, hell I'll most likely defend you if it comes down to it. But you need to see, not all supernaturals are bad. There are just the...few that give us the stigma." Though for some reason she prayed she got through to him, though the other part told her she was fighting a losing battle. outfit. click for awesome black dress! words. enough <3 notes. ^^ loved your post <3 ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G
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The Hunter thought that the Fallen had weird ways of determining what was... interesting and what was boring. She thought that he was interesting because he carried weapons on his person, yet there were a few more hunters in here that had weapons all over them too. They were like Wes really, always ready for a fight, weapons to make them stronger, and that was just the code of the Hunters. Always be ready. "You're right, I'm none of those, but if you have forgotten, I am a hunter and I must always be ready. I have weapons on me right now, so do all the other Hunters around here, I'm nothing special. Just someone wanting vengeance until he dies, so he can die in peace." Wes explained almost sadly, with a faraway look, because he does want vengeance. Not just on the bastards that killed his family, who he is still looking for, but he wants to get rid of the things that are unnatural. And supernaturals are unnatural, completely and utterly, most of them should not be alive, so why are they? Wes will never know, but he will make sure that none of them live for much longer.

"You never know, I might be a complete and utter psychopath." He said, a small smile gracing his features, which looked sort of sarcastic. She knew so little about him, she can't know whether he worked for the government, or if he was nuts, he has known her for all of 15 minutes, and now she seems to be an expert on him. He didn't even reveal anything, so she could keep guessing, but most of it would be wrong. Westley almost laughed out loud in the uncertain way that she said she can't die. He knew that. Not by his hand anyway, but a guardian could kill her. "I wouldn't be the hunter I am now if I didn't know about all the species that are polluting the earth." He said, amusement in his eyes at her naiveness. Then he let out a sigh, "Yeah, I know, I am very stubborn, but for a good reason. If I ever give in, I will end up dead. Simple as." He said, with a shrug of his shoulders to show that he was speaking ever so matter of factly. "Fine, I'm twenty-seven if it makes you happy." He said, still not revealing more information about himself than necessary.

The fresh air felt so good on his skin, the coolness of it washing away the clammy feeling that he had felt while inside, dancing in between all those bodies pressed together. It was just so claustrophobic, and he needed some breathing space anyway. And then she was there, even as he had brushed her off for the millionth time, she was still there. And she was speaking to him, and Wes was glad that he was facing the other way because he didn't want her to see the expression of complete and utter indecision on his features. He didn't want the weakness of her knowing what he felt. She was apologizing, she was telling him how she never killed a human, and all those words were like a knife cut. Every single one of them, and he felt his face contort in pain.

He just wanted to shut her up, to make her stop, to kill her even, for what she was, but now he knew he could never do it. She was to humane, and he could keep brushing her off, telling her he hated her, but in this evening he realised that maybe not all of them are the same, and that scared the shit out of him, that he was able, even for a split second to think that thought. Wes took in the fresh air greedily, and gulped it down. The sound of the music in the club distant as her words ran inside his head. He turned around slowly, a dark look crossing his eyes. "I was eight. When it happened. I'm sure you can guess what happened. It's not hard, but I was eight, left with no one, when the parasites that took my family away left me to fend for myself. I was hidden, and when I came out i cried. I cried because I had nothing. I felt at such a loss." Wes was angry, his words rushing out in a flush, he felt his voice breaking, but he must make her understand ehy he hated her, why he hated them. He walked towards her, right up close and put his hands on her shoulders and shook her. His voice broke into a whisper.

"At that age I knew that it wasn't right. That these things shouldn't exist, they were unnatural, so I trained and trained, found people I loved, and then another one of you would come and kill them off. Every time I got close to someone Alix, they wound up dear because of the supernaturals. And now, you're here, acting all humane, telling me they're not all bad? Bullshit and you know it," Wes felt so out pf control, like he was saying way too much, but he had to make her leave him alone, he had to, though maybe he didn't want to. The Hunter swallowed, and let go of the Fallen. He faced the other way again before he spoke again. "You keep saying that they're not all bad, but to me they're all scum that keep killing the ones I love. They're parasites that the earth does not need, I don't trust any of you, yet here I am telling you all this, and i~ hate myself for it. But you must understand, you have to just go away, because I don't want to go mad, and I feel like I will if you stick around. You've had your fun, isn't it enough?" Wes asked quietly, and put his head down, feeling a sting of tears at the thought of his dead friends and family, but he pushed them back, and just breathed.

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[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) The Fallen couldn't help but be curious about his comment on him being a psychopath. Tilting her head, she frowned slightly and shook her head, "No...I just think you're someone with a purpose." she commented. Which was true, he did want to kill the supernatural. Supernatural like her. Though this was just a powerful game of cat and mouse, between her and Wes, Alix couldn't take herself away from it. She couldn't stop herself from wanting to talk to Wes, to be near him - for some unknown reason. Yet here she was, having danced with him, got him a drink and trying to get him to open up to her, to talk to her rather than shoot her or just try and cut her throat open. Scratch that, he already did those two things the first time they met. At least this time he had to be cordial, they were in public and at a club where if a fight came between the supernatural and the hunters/humans, she knew the supernatural would win. She wouldn't let anyone hurt the humans thought, her angel DNA was still telling her if a human was in danger, to help them. To protect them. Like Wes. She wanted to protect him, to keep him sane and make sure he was happy and healthy. Whether or not that was her slight angel side talking or something else, Alix wasn't going to reflect on that too much, she didn't want to have to worry about it if she could help it. At least - not right now. Pursing her lips, she spoke, "Fine, if you're twenty-seven, I'm twenty-four." the blonde grinned coyly, almost starting a game, though didn't really. In honesty she did say she was about twenty-two when people asked her, that way it helped her to be able to stay in a place longer than if she said twenty-four or twenty-five. That meant less hassle on her part and theirs as well. Being outside with him, just reminded her that he was still a human being. He was just a Hunter. No, being a Hunter was just a part of the complexity of Wes. A haunted past, a past she knew she wouldn't want to happen to her worst enemy. It made her think of her past, losing everything and having to move on. Hers just happened over a thousand years ago, not within the past thirty years obviously. She had been fortunate - in some sense of the word not to have to witness her parents' deaths, but she had been there for all of the deaths of her husbands, as well as her first born child, Jayce before she was killed by Jiri, and then had to witness her husband's death after she forfeited her wings of an angel to be a physical being again. That when it hit her. A pang rolled over her and her eyes widened. Wes looked like Icarus. A lot like him. Her mind started to twist and turn, was that part of the reason she was so persistent? Because he resembled Icarus, with the jaw and the hair? His eyes...they looked so much like his too. Swallowing this back, Alix then focused in on Wes when he stated to speak, not looking at her as he confirmed her suspicions. His family had been slaughtered by a supernatural. They were all bad. She was bad. Every supernatural no matter what was bad. Just because they didn't seem to be natural. To hell they were, they were just as natural as anyone else on this earth. Pausing, she opened her mouth to speak when he then approached her and she was aware of him once more. His being, his strength, his mass right in front of her, both his hands on her shoulders, holding her there as his blue eyes locked onto hers. God, a glimpse of Icarus appeared in front of her before she then paused, and spoke softly before he pulled his hands away, "We're not all bad, Wes. Am I...a bad person?" she asked softly, unable to help to keep the sound of defeat out of her voice. "There are good supernaturals, Wes. The bad ones are like the bad humans, just a few, but they can spoil the view of other supernaturals just...living on the earth." She then walked towards him and placed a hand on his shoulder, Alix then shook her head, feeling her hair shift as she did so, "No, it's not enough for me." she stated simply, sternly towards the male in front of her, her hands on his jacket, offering comfort to him. "I...don't want to see you in pain, Wes." she admitted, before dropping her hand from him, though remained near him, if he wanted to shoot her or stab her again, he could, she wouldn't die, "Have you found the ones who did that?" she inquired softly, letting him answer and speak then she commented, "What can I do so that you could at least trust me a little?" she inquired, remaining poised behind him, wanting to know what he was going to do, to say. All she knew she wanted to do, was relieve his pain, to help him, she did know she'd kill the supernatural that killed his family if he didn't beat her to it. outfit. click for awesome black dress! words. enough <3 notes. ^^ they're coming along XD ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
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Westley considered Alix's statement. It was true, he did have a purpose, yet she was standing there, trying to change it. How ironic. And, he would make sure it wouldn't happen, he would not let her get her claws into his purpose, and therefore would keep her at arms length. Not let her words get to him. He smiled. "Yes, I do have a purpose, which many other Hunter's have too... Want to guess what that is Alix?" He asked, a trace of a smirk in his voice. He wondered whether Alix herself had a purpose. She has had years upon years to complete whatever purpose she might have, so is life really worth living after hundreds of years, when your purpose might be complete. Wes laughed out loud, "Darling, I know you're not twenty-four. You may look it, but I'm sure you're at least five times older than me. You can get away with saying that to other humans, but nothing you ever say as a supernatural will surprise me." Wes said that with a hint of challenge in his voice, as if he was challenging her to prove him wrong. Maybe she could, maybe she couldn't.

The Hunter felt like the air was something like he hadn't tasted before. Cool and refreshing. And it kept reminding him how much humans needed air to survive, like food like water, without it he would die. Not unless one of the supernatural got in there first. He was glad that he was was one of the people that knew of the Real World, the world where all the monsters in myth books were not myths, but real things that should have been myths. Things that were Westley's goal of killing. He felt his anger boil over. How Alix just kept going on about how not all supernaturals were evil. Of course they were. That was probably the main reason they existed, to be evil. He regretted having faced her because the question that came from her lips got him into a state of confusion. But he could not really give her the answer she wanted, after all he hadn't known her for very long, so to him, she was as bad and evil as every other supernatural out there. But somehow she had managed to plan some doubts in his mind, doubts that had him guessing whether she was as bad as he had thought at first, after all so far she had acted human enough. Even if she did have to use her inhumane strength on him, her mind didn't see that evil. He closed his eyes.

"You tell me Alix, are you a bad person?" He asked, opening his eyes and peering at her through dark eyelashes, a look filled with mirth. He was facing away now, still breathing hard from all that he'd said. He knew that her words rung some truth, he had considered it at one point or another, but then he always came to a conclusion, time and time again, to the same damn conclusion. "The difference is, though, that the supernaturals do not feel any guilt about who they murder. About who they leave to fend for themselves. They're all the same to me." He said simply, and then he felt her hand on his shoulder. He had to fight not to cringe away from it, but it felt like her hand burned a hole in his back. It felt like every singe one of her words burnt his mind a little more. She didn't want him to be hurt. "Really? What ever possessed you to care about a person that you have known all of five minutes?" This was kind of a last attempt of making her go away. The last resort, making her see that he hated her. Hated what she was. But on the other hand, it was true. After all, it was true. She had known him for about five minutes.

Has he found the ones who did it? He wished, but the memory of their faces were as clear today as they had been when Westley was eight, and hidden. He was in the process of hunting them down, but had no luck yet. But he would, because after all, this is what he's been working for all his life. "No, not yet. But I know when I do, revenged will be that much sweeter." Wes put as much hate into his voice as he could possible muster, and the hate was so evident, razor sharp and one hundred percent genuine. Then she asked him the one question that Westley had no answer to. At all. "I don't know. I don't think I could ever trust you. That would go against everything I believe, and it scares the shit out of me." He could not believe that he had just admitted that, but he did. He admitted that he was scared, so maybe that in itself showed that he trusted her a fraction more than he should.

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[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) Was he attempting to use sarcasm on her? Oh hell no. Alix may put up the "dumb" act a bit to make sure she got things to go smoother for her, but when someone whipped out the sarcasm, she had to add more to it. To respond and defend herself, to go with it. But in this situation, she knew she had to be careful. It was like walking on thin ice. To be careful of every step she took, because the next one, the next step could send her beneath the surface into the chilly water. Into the water that could - she wasn't sure - possibly kill her, or at least make her freeze her ass off. That pain certainly wasn't one she wanted to feel if she could avoid it. "I'm not going to, because I know what it is, but so far you haven't killed me." she reissued that, allowing him to remember that he couldn't kill all of them. Like angels, guardian angels and fallen angels. Arching an eyebrow, she grinned coyly at his challenge. She had a few things up her sleeves. Though she wasn't ready to whip the out right now. She wanted to break though completely to him, not have Wes build up another wall before she could get through it. "Just because I'm a Fallen angel Wes, doesn't mean I did something horrible and evil to get my wings ripped off." she stated calmly, only slight emotion in her voice as she thought about her first son ever, and her last. Jayce, who had died years after she forfeited her wings to live with her husband and son, unknowingly getting into immortality, something she never wanted. Alix shook her head when he asked her. Was she a bad person? She didn't go around killing others. She didn't take pride in the fact that she couldn't help anyone and everyone at the time when they needed someone there for him. But dammit, she would be there for Wes. If a vampire was kicking his ass, she wouldn't hesitate to step in and kick their ass and give Wes a chance to finish them off. Blue eyes narrowed slightly before she then stated simply, her voice calm, serene almost, "I'm not a bad person." there. Short and sweet. She truly believe she wasn't either. She knew deep down she was a good person, watched out for others, made sure that they weren't going to suffer or anything. "I am a nurse, after all. Only bad people become nurses." she stated, sarcasm edging into her voice without realizing it completely. Staying close to the Hunter, offering her silent support, Alix responded, "I have seen good people suffer, and bad people enjoy the distasteful situations they adore. I care about you, worry about you Wes because..." her voice faded, "I just do. You're a human, another person on this earth just like the supernaturals..trying to make a living, getting by. Surviving." Damn, she sounded like a damn Hallmark card or something. So he hadn't found the killers yet. Good. Made Alix want to find them for him and then let him have a go at them. She knew she too would want to make them pay. She wasn't a fan of violence, having seen too much of it in her life, and therefore she knew better. She knew that humans were prone to defending themselves, and therefore Wes was no different. Suddenly, with her hand on his jacket still, shock rolled over her when he said it scared the shit out of him to trust her. To trust her because she was a supernatural. Doubt crossed her mind for a few moments, though the blonde then paused, but remained close to Wes, and placed a hand on his arm quietly, "I don't care if you never trust me Wes, but what I do ask is that you at least give me a chance, and yourself a chance, to trust me." she certainly was open to trust him - as long as he proved himself. But now, Alix was too deep. She was too far gone. She cared about Wes more than she ever should have thought. But she did care for him, and that freaked her out. Not only was he human, he was a Hunter. One who aimed to kill people. Aimed to kill the supernaturals like no other. It was dangerous, she loved it. Alix knew there was something about Wes that would keep her coming back no matter what. outfit. click for awesome black dress! words. enough <3 notes. XDD ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
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What Alix had pointed out rung so true to his ears. At the moment Wes felt like such a fraud. Like he keeps threatening, but never actually going on his word. He knew she was right, and he wondered why the hell he wasn't killing her now, now that they were out of the club. He was telling himself that he was outnumbered, that any supernatural in here could stop him, maybe if he dragged her away he could do it, but Wes knew he was kidding himself. Anger flashed in his eyes. More at himself rather than her words. That he knew that he probably now would not kill her, thats why all the other times he had to deal with a fallen he instantly hurt them bad enough so they would lose consciousness, he would usually drag them away and have them disposed of by someone who could and was willing to kill them really. "No, I haven't. Though I'm pretty sure I can't do it here, and I'm careful about my own life. I've lived only so few years compared to you, it would be tragedy for me to die for being as silly as trying to kill something in public." He said completely seriously, making sure that she understood that this was the only reason he was not taking a stab at her right now. Wes listened to her saying that she didn't do something bad to get her wings ripped off. Well, why else would she be kicked out of heaven? "No? Well then, why did you get your wings ripped off? If it wasn't anything bad?" Wes knew he shouldn't have been asking, but his curiosity got the better of him. He knew that getting to know her was a bad idea, but he had to know, he was interested in knowing something more about her, no matter how wrong it felt.

She wasn't a bad person. She said it so simple to him. So clearly, and she sounded so truthful that for a minute there he believed her. He could believe that she was good, that maybe he got her all wrong. But her next words, etched with sarcasm, made the line between the belief of her words and disbelief thinner, like she was mocking him. He had his views, and he didn't appreciate her mocking them. But another part of him felt bad for being so horrid to her. If she indeed was a nurse, then she helped people rather than hurt them, and he felt kind of silly now for not taking the time to ask her in the first place. Her next words kind of took some time to register in his mind. But, one by one, they shoved themselves in, slowly making sense. For a while, Westley did not say anything. The words that came from her lips, from her soft voice, made him think that she was different. Not like all the others. The Hunter blew out a breath, and moved back to the wall behind him, sliding down it and just sitting down for a bit, his forearms on his knees, but still alert for any danger. Even in a situation like this he had to keep alert, he did not want to end up dead. Not any time soon anyway. She said she cared about him, because he was surviving, just like her. He looked up, she was standing there, in the black dress that she was wearing. If she had been human, he would have thought she was cold, but the little nagging voice in his mind reminded him that she wasn't. Every time he considered her to be humane, the hunter part in which he was still as true to himself as when he had entered the club.

To be honest, Wes didn't really know what to say to her, how to respond. He felt like he had said so much, yet most of it was just so meaningless. He felt some of the edges of his weapons bite into his sides, reminding him of who he was. "You know, every time you say something so humane, that makes you seem that much less of something I hate, a nagging part of my brain just reminds me of who I am. I can't give that up, even if you say you're good. I should probably whip out another knife by now, but I know I wont. I just don't know why." Wes was looking at the sky now, it was like he was just saying his thoughts out loud, trying to make the jumble in his brain into coherent sentences. Wes felt like laughing. This situation was completely humourless, yet he felt like belting out a nice loud laugh. "Alix, I am a killer, that could turn on you at any second. Try to hurt you, bot kill you of course, but hurt you and not blink and eye, and you're saying you want to trust me?" He was just that far off off scoffing at her, but to be honest, he wanted her to be gone, yet he wanted her to stay. The wall behind him felt hard and harsh, making reality seem just that; reality.

That's when the door jolted open, and Westley's reflexes got him on his feet in half a second. He was glad for his training, though he knew there could be no trouble here. After all, this was a public area, but all of a sudden he felt just oh so tired. He wanted to run, run home and curl up in his bed and sleep, until all of this went away. Maybe that was too much to wish for, but right now he was not sure if he was ready for any sort of brawl.

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[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) His words, though they were sharp, Alix didn't anticipate them to cut through her as much as they did. "Kill something in public." That word stung the most. In all her years she'd never been called something, like she was just a thing on this bloody earth. She had been called worse things, like freak, witch and so much more, but never something and for some reason when Wes said it, it was even worse. Keeping her face clean from the sudden pain, her eyes betrayed it. The pain shot through her body, though she certainly began to smother it, not wanting to give Wes the pleasure of knowing he had hurt her feelings. Oh hell no. Even if he didn't mean to, Alix still took it like that. Why shouldn't she? He hadn't proven anything else to her to not want to hurt her. Then, The Question. The question of why she had lost her wings. Wincing slightly, she could feel the scars on her back burn as if someone was laying melted iron on them. Lifting her gaze for a moment, the blonde Fallen remained silent for a moment, before she answered, "I gave up my wings, to be with my son." she spoke, "And my husband, centuries ago, before I knew I would be immortal, and before I knew I couldn't help change my son to be immortal." She wouldn't tell him she had been a guardian angel to her son. It was almost like the Creator, or God at least for whom she'd worked with, so to speak as an angel, had meant for that to happen. She had been told people had destinies, fate that they couldn't escape. She personally didn't want to think about that, but it did make sense. Shooting a silent look towards Wes, she spoke, "I gave it up to be with ones that I loved, because before I couldn't touch them, as a Fallen, without my wings I could. I had a physical body." So was she a bad person? The blonde certainly didn't think so, she gave it up for love. To be with the ones she cherished the most after her son lost his second mom, or at least her then husband lost his second wife in childbirth, Alix couldn't resist it and had to. She didn't think it was the biggest mistake she'd make, but it certainly didn't help the cause at all. She shifted uncomfortably, not physically, just emotionally, mentally uncomfortable. Toying with her fingers, feeling like a child suddenly, Alix then watched as Wes backed up, and slid down the side of the wall, letting it support his back. She took a pair of tentative steps towards him, though remained at a decent distance in case he decided to try and do something. Thankfully now his fuse seemed to have been snuffed out, but that didn't mean she could accidentally ignite it with a few words. She certainly wouldn't do it intentionally, but she wasn't sure how it would go with him. Hearing his words, Alix sighed, "You can't kill me. You can try taking me to an angel to kill me, but they don't care about me anymore, I've been around long enough." Tilting her head gently at his inquiry, she nodded, nibbling her bottom lip, "I do want to trust you. You just need to let me do that." she commented. Dropping her hands, one resting on her hip, the blonde then scowled when the door banged open, and Wes jumped up. Holding out a hand to him, telling him to stay right there, she noticed a supernatural and a human were fighting. Wonderful. Fortunately the human didn't seem to be much of a Hunter. Thank god. Looking to Wes, she spoke, "Don't even think about it." about getting involved. Alix looked to another guy, another human who chuckled and Alix inquired, "Who started it?" The human answered, "The human one, he went after this supernatural because he thought he was talking to his girl, turns out he was wrong, his ego's just in the way now." Alix shot a glance towards Wes. Thank God a supernatural hadn't started it, or else she wouldn't have been able to look at him the rest of the night. Noticing the supernatural was an Immortal, she sighed. This fight would go nowhere. Shaking her head, Alix then called to the Immortal, "Hey, isn't it a bit unfair?" she arched an eyebrow, giving the Immortal a death glare, who he and the human stopped fighting, the human walking away, shrugging it off, while the Immortal's eyes looked towards Alix, while the little crowd that had gathered had started to disperse. "Knock it off. He walked away." Alix snarled, glancing to Wes to make sure he wasn't going to do anything stupid, like try and hurt this immortal. Immortals were a different story than Fallens, unlike them, Immortals when they were hit by say a knife, the knife broke, they were like steel, while Alix would get stabbed, but heal instantly almost. Pointing back to the bar, Alix spoke, "Go back Oz." Oh yes, she'd met this one before. Oz smirked, "Haven't changed one bit, Anna." Scowling at her old name from a century or so ago, Alix gestured, "Get back inside with your date." Turning back to Wes, Alix eyed him gently, before shifting gently and taking a few steps towards him, though still keeping her distance, and she inquired, "What would you do...if I were human?" outfit. click for awesome black dress! words. enough <3 notes. heh, the big questions. <333 sorry if it sucks. -.- ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G
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Suddenly Westley felt a massive pang of guilt hit him full on in the face. She gave up her wings. To be with her son. He felt like a jerk. He was wrong, and he was too much of a coward to admit it because of his prejudices. It didn't change who she was, or who he was, but Wes felt really bad right now. He felt a soft chuckle escape from his lips. "You can be smug now. I feel like a jerk. I guess I feel jealous now. You have a family." Wes looked at her, willing her to understand that even though now, he felt bad for being so horrid to her, she had strengthened his view of the evil supernaturals, of the ones that hurt him, because he would give everything to be with his family again. To have a childhood, to grow up and study, to worry about who he's gonna take to prom or where he's gonna get wasted with a group of friends, and let his mum and dad worry about him, not having to take care of himself. He had a brother too. Vincent. He was eleven when he died. Didn't hide in time. Yes, Westley would give up the world to be with them, to feel happy.

Wes took in Alix's tall frame. Her blond hair. If he was honest, he could admit that she was quite beautiful. And right now, she wanted to trust him. Could he trust her back? That was another matter entirely because Westley, as brave as he seemed, was a coward. When a difficulty like this came around, he wanted to run and not acknowledge it, but ti was hard when the person you want to avoid is just so persistent. It would be so much easier for both of them if she left him alone. That she hated him. That she wouldn't want to trust him, that would have made life that much more easy for Wes, but it never was. Life was always hard and it threw stones at you to trip you over, On that thought was when the door opened, Wes was on his feet all ready to fight, prepared for whatever was coming. He guessed it was just his Hunter's instincts.

The two men were fighting. From what he could see one male had a graceful sort of stance, and the other was sloppy. A supernatural and a mortal, not even a hunter. The guy had no chance. Wes was stepping forward, all ready to save the human, when Alix stopped him. He scowled at her, his fighters instincts kicking in. Wes caught Alix's glance when it was explained that the human had started the fight, as if saying, 'you see'? Wes relaxed a little, crossing his arms on his chest, bits of his tattoos sticking out from under his leather jacket. Westley listened calmly to the event taking place in front of his blue eyes. He was quite surprised that Alix knew the supernatural, he seemed rough and dangerous. He wondered what sorts of creeps she hung out with, seeing as she didn't seem too displeased to see the guy. Well, maybe a little.

Anna. That was weird. Her name was Alix. Wes was sure that supernaturals live so many years, they have to go under different names. Whatever take their fancy as generations die out. But he was still surprised, because Alix did seem like an Anna. Her face matched the name. In all this, Westley did not stop glaring at the supernatural, his fingers itching for a fight, maybe a little brawl would do no harm, but he stayed in place. It was not a good idea to get into any fights right at this moment. And then the guy left, and Westley felt his body physically relax. He didn't say a word while Alix turned around, and looked at him. What would he do if she were human? That was a hell of a question that Wes was not sure he could answer, but he decided to try anyway. He believed that she deserved the truth. "Honestly? I don't really know, maybe If you were human I'd probably have at least asked you out on a date. But you're not, and it's a little more difficult than that." He smiled a little, thinking that his words rung so true in his head he wasn't even sure it was him that had said them. If she had been human, he would have spoken to her, maybe taken her out to dinner, like a normal person. And now, it was just so hard. "Why did you change your name? Anna suits you quite well. Or were you lying about your name, like me?"

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[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) Crossing her arms in front of her chest, the blonde heard Wes say he was jealous, for her to be smug. Why? Icarus and Jayce were long gone, dead. Soon her most recent daughter, Abigail who was entering her early 80s. Pain etched itself onto her features before she could stop it, though it was there before she finally wiped it off her looks. Alix then spoke, "They're dead, Wes. Have been for over a thousand years." Her gaze fell from his own light one for a few moments. It was painful to think of her first child ever, though she had only had three over the years, the one in the 1500s didn't reach to be a month old before she died, now she had Abigail she was keeping an eye on, fortunately Abigail had married and her husband died, but she had never had any kids, so Alix's bloodline was pretty closed. Thank goodness. She didn't feel like having to worry about any random descendants thinking they recognized her or mentioned she sounded like someone from their past. Wrinkling her nose slightly, Alix's eyes landed on Oz who had returned to his date, who had come outside to witness the fight. Oz gestured back towards Alix and Wes when he spoke to the brunette, who shrugged and gave him a child-like smile. Alix shook her head slightly, and heard Oz mention, "Anna's always keeping an eye out for the humans. Even the blood hunters." His gaze landed on Wes for a moment and he spoke as he and the date walked by the two of them, "Hurt her, Hunter. You'll have supernaturals after you." Alix shot him a look, "Keep moving Oz." Oz grinned deviously, "See you around Anna." Growling softly, Alix then looked to Wes, who she had noticed had approached towards where the fight had been happening. Aha, so she knew him better than he most likely thought. Once a fighter, always a fighter. Upon seeing some tattoos though, the Fallen paused, and gestured, "Can I see them?" she had always thought of getting a tattoo or two, but most of the time she always backed out, plus she wasn't sure how her healing power would work with the ink being injected into her body. Most likely it would just absorb the ink after a few days and get rid of the tattoo, but it was something she wasn't about to try. Upon turning fully to face Wes, her eyes searching for the answer, she heard him respond to her inquiry about if she had been human or not. Honesty? Of course, that's pretty much the only thing that she wanted, no lies, but that didn't mean he had to tell her everything. That had always been her "rule" for lovers, for husbands. Course she wasn't about to tell Wes she had been married four times throughout her years on this Earth. But she couldn't say no to the men, and they had always been so wonderful. With Wes though, for some reason she could feel his walls weakening, or so she liked to think. Like she wouldn't need to worry about his mental state as much, but she still would no matter what. Wes was human, Wes was...Wes. She couldn't walk away knowing that his past was the thing haunting him, not when she knew there could be something that they could do. Pausing, she spoke, "What if..." Then her voice failed and Wes commented, saying he would have asked her out to dinner if she had been human. Then he continued and mentioned her name. Damn Oz. Damn him to hell. Nibbling her bottom lip for a moment, Alix spoke, running a hand through her hair and messing with it slightly before she answered, looking away from Wes for a few moments when she answered, "I've only ever gone by two names throughout my life, Alix and Anna. I used Alix when I was first...when I first asked for my wings to be taken away." She sighed softly, "Anna is the name I'm more commonly known by humans a lot, as I'm sure Alix isn't that popular of a name with women anymore." she paused at him accusing her of lying, she shook her head, "No, I'm Alix now. Oz met me as Anna. I'm actually about to change the name, but Alix is my birth name, Anna is like...my popular nickname." she nodded gently, that seemed better to go by. So she hadn't lied, she had just skipped the whole thing, "Call me Anna if you want." she shrugged lightly, she didn't care one way or another. Alix just happened to be her birth name and she introduced herself as such, except in the human world, she was Anna. A "dual personality" she called it, especially in these times. Alix was more likely to be remembered. "So since you know my real name, then what's your's? You did say you lied. I don't even want a middle or last name..just your first." she spoke softly, taking a few steps towards him, though still keeping him his private, personal bubble of space, just in case. outfit. click for awesome black dress! words. enough <3 notes. OTL idk if i like it. <3 but i think it's a bit fun, gives Wes stuff to react to >D ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
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They're dead. Way to make him feel more of a jerk. But at the moment, he also felt selfish. That he was blaming her for being god awful, and evil, when she had lost her wings to be with the ones she loved. Yet, if what she says is right, she's had so much time to get over the pain. Or, maybe in that thousand years, the pain never left here. Wes didn't dare thinking about it. She kept saying that she wanted to trust him, but how long would that last? In eighty years, or maybe tomorrow, /Wes could be dead, and that would be that for the trust. Why bother putting in so much effort into someone that says he hate's you, if it's only gonna last so long. He's gonna die, she's gonna live for another thousand years. "You say you want to trust me, but what's the point? I'll be dead too. I'm only human, one of your kind could live me tomorrow, or I could have a few decades if I'm lucky, when I get old. Then what? You live for another thousand years having wasted your breath getting yourself to trust me." Wes shook his head at the total stupidness of this situation.

Then the Oz guy turned on Wes. And right out threatened him, though he could see it wasn't in an evil manner. 'Hurt her and you'll have the supernaturals after you.' Wes smirked, "Too late for that." He said in a small whisper, thinking back to when he shot her and then cut her with his knife. He didn't have supernaturals after him yet, though maybe the guy didn't only mean physically. Emotionally too. He had to admit, that once the tiredness left his body, Wes wanted a fight. For someone to come out here that he could have a brawl with, if only a little one. His Hunter's instincts were itching, but he shoved them away, that little hope shoved to the side of his brain. That's when she noticed his tattoos, that were peeping out just from under his jacket. "Uh, here." He said uncertainly, as he pulled his jacket up to reveal an arm full of colourful tattoos, and eight letters on his knuckles spelling 'LOVE LIFE'.

He felt confident in talking about his tattoos, but not the reason behind them. Whenever something in his life happened that was painful, or hurtful, he would get a tatoo. Big or small, that was no matter, but all of them represented the pain that his life had brought him, and he wanted all that as a representation that he couls see everyday, and work towards not getting anymore. But now, the dull ache of the needles and the ink felt like home to Wes, it was like they were addictuve, or maybe his life was just full of pain and suffering. "I have more, but that would require me to take my jacket off." And Wes would not do that, because most of his weapons were stashed in the pockets of hi jacket, and he didn't want to be defenceless in a place full of supernaturals.

Wes didn't miss the start of the sentence, and he was curious as to the ending of it. "What if...? What?" He asked, not impassively, but just out of habit of wanting to know things. And maybe slight curiousity too. It was true, Alix sounded more exotic and different and uncommon, and Wes kind of liked that. That a person had a name that was unique to them and not many others shared the name, unlike Wes who's name was very common indeed. There were a lot of Westley's in the world, and he was sure that they were more significant than him. "Why are you going to change it?" Wes wondered what was the point in having multiple names. You should be proud of the name that your parents had given you, no matter how long you've had it. Wes would have thought that Anna would be the anme he would prefer to use for Alix, because it was her 'human' name, therefore she would be more of a human to him, but it was too late now. Alix it was going to be. "Calling you Anna now would just confuse me." He said, but maybe not etirely truthfully.

Wes smiled. Of course she would ask him his real name, but he would not lose any dignity in saying that he lied about lying, that would make him seem more foolish than he was. "It's a secret, but if you really must know, how does Westley sound?" He sais, which didn't really contrasict his lies, because he introduced himself as Wes. Four letters difference, she coul not have a got at him for that. He was actually surprised that she was having a conversation with her about names. It seemed so insignificant, but it also was quite nice to be able to talk about things that didn't matter, it made the situation a little more surreal and less realistic, which at this moment in time, Westley prefered. Wes was curious now, and he believed that maybe a conversation wouldn't really hurt. "How old are you exactly? Or ahve you stopped counting?" Wes asked, almost cheekily. Gosh, what a turn of events this was.

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[alix]

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Oz approached Wes, and Alix slid between the two, placing one hand on Oz's chest, keeping him at bay, the other up to help block Wes if he'd taken a step forward. "Don't worry Oz. It's ok." she reassured him, the Immortal scoffed, "Bloody hunters. Fine." Dropping her hands as Oz stepped away, Alix inquire,d "Hey, is Shi still around?" Oz chuckled, the girl he was with hanging eagerly by his side, a lopsided grin on her face, "Yeah, you know where she is." Alix nodded, before turning back to Wes, "She's...human...but with better senses." She grinned coyly. Shi was a Tracker, she called herself. She could find anyone in the world, as long as she at least knew what they pretty much looked like. If Wes could remember major features, Shi could help him. Then, her eyes widened slightly when he lifted up his sleeves to show her the tattoos. She had a thing for tattoos. The blonde loved them. One of her fingers flitted across his knuckles for a moment, "Love life..." she whispered, eyes flashing in a flashback, before she dropped her hand upon realizing what she had been doing. Hearing him mention about his jacket, Alix mused, "Maybe some other time." Plus she wanted to see what he'd say to that comment. She was - of course implying she wanted to see him again. And she did. Not that she was planning on it, but she did want to see him again - whenever. Mainly to show him she was human, she just....didn't get sick, didn't die easily. Blue eyes locked onto his matching pair of blue eyes and she tilted her head, "Just...what if I were human. What would we be doing now?" he inquired, purely curious. She then laughed lightly and answered, "As Alix, only supernaturals know me. Anna is my human one. I'm thinking of putting it through just Anna, keeping Alix for when...I move again." her voice faded. She didn't want to move from here, but that just always protected her. Protected her from the government, and even Hunters - like Wes. Course he hadn't done too much, besides shoot her and clip her throat with his knife. Now if she had done that to him, he'd be dead. Alix wasn't a fighter, she was the lover type of a person, hence why she'd become a guardian angel, and not a fighter angel or some other type of angel. Her mind drifted back to Icarus, and she mentally compared Wes to him. Yes, Wes certainly did remind her of the first man she'd been with, the first man she had her first child with, Jayce. Perhaps that was another reason why. Hell, for all she knew, Wes could be Icarus's reincarnate. Though she wasn't sure what she thought of that stuff yet. Nodding when he said his actual full name, Alix grinned lightly, "I figured that. So technically you were lying." she winked, unable to resist teasing him slightly. Placing one hand on her hip, the Fallen then tensed when he asked how old she really was. The blonde fell silent, remaining still for a few moments as she looked towards the male quietly. "I'll still call you Wes. It's shorter." Keeping her hand on her hip, Alix mentally did the math. She just added to it, since she was in the BC baby range. Hesitating, she looked away, and back to Wes. Not that she didn't mind it when people asked her age, she just said 24, but when Wes did, he had asked her actual age. How long she'd been roaming this Earth. Swallowing, Alix answered, "Since 800 B.C. in Greece." Her blue eyes darkened slightly, "I'm turning 2,811 this year." dropping her hand from her hip, as if defeated, she looked to Wes silently. "It's safe to say I know how to move." Glancing away, Alix then spoke, "I'm...I'm going to go..." she took a few steps back. Maybe, she realized, it wasn't good for her to get involved. Wes was right. It was just...odd, but it felt like she should. Alix toyed with her fingers, suddenly nervous, "I...I'm sorry." she was realizing it now, all of a sudden after thinking of all the years she had ahead of her, and behind her. Wes only had so much time unless turned immortal. She didn't, she had unlimited time. The blonde looked to him. She felt...selfish, monopolizing his time like this, when it could be spent hunting someone down - besides her of course. She didn't want to leave but in the end...she had a feeling it could be better for them. Though her heart told her it doubted that, that she should stay. outfit. click for awesome black dress! words. enough <3 notes. :3 <3 ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

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Wes was starting to feel at a loss with his emotions. He hasn't known Alix for long, yet he keeps having flashes of emotion other than hate. Like he was curious about her, like he wanted to start to know her better, even if he did live only a short while, he was trying to stop himself from thinking even that short while of knowing this fallen angel was better than nothing. He was shocked at this thought, but from all of what she had told Westley, she had seemed just so sincere, and Wes could not hate a person like that, even if they were something that he was supposed to hate. Because after all, Wes himself was a decent guy, and when someone has the chance to be with their family and takes it, he must admire them, because he himself would do anything to get his family back. Wes narrowed his eyes in the girl's direction. "I'd say, who are they, and what's the catch?" Wes was always cautious, not trusting anything that sounded unbelievable or dodgy, and this was if not the former, then both. But Wes really wanted to find the ones who did this, the ones that were so merciless, and he wanted them to have a state of their ow medicine. He would kill them or die trying, and die with no regrets, and now Alix gave him a flicker of hope that he would love to take, but eh couldn't help his instincts kicking in, making him be more careful.

That Oz guy was really getting on Wes's nerves. Threatening him like that, he was a hunter, and this was just adding salt to injury. He stepped forward, just as Alix got her hands between the two men. "I could fight you easily mate. Better not get me pissed off." Westley glared, he was not going to be nice to this guy, he was one of the things he hated, and yet there he was, threatening to kill him. Idiot. Whatever happened, Wes would fight back, and relish it, because he really was not as weak or inexperienced as he looked. Then Alix said something about a girl called Shi. She was human, and she seemed to be the key to his vengeance. Wes kind of quirked his eyebrow, in silent question. "And how do you suppose she can find someone I've been looking for for years?" Westley asked, disbelief clouding his voice, because this Shi sounded a bit far fetched, though maybe she shouldn't seeing as many things that seemed far-fetched really were not.

She touched his fingers, or rather the 'love life' tattoo he had. That one was his favourite, because it represented the fact that he only had so much to live, and he should enjoy every second of it, because pain comes and goes, but life goes on until it ends. 'Maybe some other time.' Wes smirked as she moved her fingers from his, and the tingles that were in his fingers disappeared, leaving a noticeably empty space. "How do you know there will be some other time?" Wes asked, a sort of amused expression resting on his usually serious features. Of course, he felt like he should recoil from the thought of seeing Alix again after this night, yet he felt slightly hopeful, which went against what he was supposed to think. To be honest, he did want to see her again. He wondered why, yet there he was, acknowledging the fact that he wanted to, not to fight or argue or push her away, but maybe just talk to her. He mentally slapped himself, but the feeling did not go away.

Wes sighed, and ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair. "But you're not human. So, I don't know. I just don't know." He said, a sort of pained expression crossing his eyes because he knew that if she were human all of this would be different. He would have taken her on a date, maybe had a laugh, maybe told her more about himself and vice versa, and at the end of the night, he might of kissed her. But as much as his heart would like to do all of that, his brain was the radical one, that reminded him of who he was, and that life was just so hard for him. Sometimes, Wes would have liked to be oblivious, yet he wasn't so his whole life was different to the lives of other humans.

The Hunter fought the urge to roll his eyes. "No I wasn't. Wes isn't my name, its Westley. And I might be lying right now, I'm sure you can't tell." He felt satisfied with that, but of course, by now she figured out that he was not lying, but he wanted to keep a little dignity, and hoped that she would get off the subject, cause now it was getting a little embarrassing. That's when she spoked of her age, and Wes could not help but have his blue eyes widen. 2,811. Holy shit. He didn't know what to say to that, though he knew it was his own fault for asking. Yet, she looked no older than twenty-five. Westley was shocked and at a loss for words. He was only twenty-four himself, compared to her, he was literally a baby. Not even in a jokey kind of way. Then his real feelings showed as he panicked when she said she was going to go. He didn't want her to go. He knew that he would not say another thing to try and drive her away, but he wanted to talk to her just a little longer. He moved forward subconsciously, "Look, stay a little longer. I was being a complete and utter jerk." Wes admitted almost shamefully, glancing into her eyes, and he realised that he did not want to look away. "I - I.. Tell me something about yourself. Something that is you, a fact of sorts." That was his way of offering a sort of peace making, and also because he wanted to know more about her, though his voice was still low, and uncertain, he thought that maybe he could at least be sorts of friends with her, because right now, he did not want her to leave.

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[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) The Fallen could only understand Wes's skepticism as well as his cautious attitude towards Shi, and the knowledge of this woman. The blonde paused and the last few words. The catch? Ah, what he may have to give in return for it. A deviant smile fell on the Fallen's lips, though she didn't say anything, as she ran through a list of things she could say Shi would want in return for helping him, or her in returning for informing him of the woman. "I'm sure Shi will see something about you that no one really can. She has a...weird way of asking people to pay her back." Alix shrugged, "It can be anything from you exploring your past to actual payment, it all depends." Alix knew she had asked the wonderful guide to help narrow down the area her daughter had been in, and in turn, she had to tell Shi once in awhile how her daughter was doing. Things like that. All Alix knew was that the woman was very sentimental, so that would help in not returning money. "She doesn't want you to know where she lives, obviously, only the ones she's known for awhile." Alix grinned, she knew, "So I can call her and ask when she could meet us, where would you like to go? She can most likely meet us anywhere right now." Alix shifted gently, and produced her phone, sliding it open and hanging onto it, looking to the dark-haired Hunter in front of her. She would admit, the moment her fingers brushed against his chest to keep him and Oz from going at it, she would admit he was quite muscular. Too bad she couldn't see the rest of his tattoos on his body. Eying him keenly, though keeping the thoughts from echoing onto her face, Alix arched an eyebrow. "She found my daughter for me, I'm not entirely sure of how she does it, but she does, and she hasn't let anyone down. Ever." Alix liked Shi, she was a reliable source for everything. Paranoid, but that just added to the mystical quality about the redheaded woman. Grinning coyly at his question about her knowledge of another time, Alix shrugged, her hands itching to touch his tattoo again, just to see if she could get that rush, that tingling sensation once more. It had felt...nice. Right, like she was supposed to be able to brush against his fingers, but no, she knew if she did much else there probably would be a brawl, or a knife heading her way. But Wes seemed to be a bit more relaxed now with Oz gone and it just being him and her. Unable to hide a smile at his amused look, the blonde shrugged, hair falling past her shoulder as she did so, "Just a...gut feeling I have." She liked the amused look painting itself over his usually more stern features. It looked nice, different on him, but definitely nice, handsome even. No, easy girl, she reminded herself. Yet as she remained close to him, she wanted to be closer. To be able to hug him and just because she could. The moment he ran his hands through his hair, Alix had a thought of her own hands running through his hair. Shaking her head slightly, she stopped herself. God she wanted to be able to hug him or something, though she knew that would end up most likely with a knife or something pointed at her. Eying him keenly, she didn't respond to his confusion. It wouldn't do either of them good to have him confused, because that meant she could easily follow, wanting to be in tune with him and all that angel jazz. Shooting him a look about his lying, like a mother would to their child, Alix placed one hand on her hip, "Then maybe I'll start lying back to you." she - much like a 10 year-old, stuck her tongue out at him, before grinning lightly. Though it was soon time for her to possibly leave. Give him Shi's number to call her. She wasn't sure if she wanted to stay or not. God did she want to, it felt so right to be with him, to be near him, but yet there was her fear, her mind telling her heart to knock it off, it was just puppy-love. A little school yard crush on Wes. Wrinkling her nose, mild shock rolled over her when she caught something which she wasn't sure of, but it definitely seemed like slight panic on Wes's rugged, yet smooth features. He wanted her to stay. Then, he offered something to her, well - asked her something. Asked her to tell him something about her. Like what? He already knew what she was and her age, she guessed it couldn't hurt to keep going. She wouldn't need to worry about much anymore. Consciously reaching up on her back, her fingers brushed against the scratches, the scars she's had for two-thousand years. Cringing, Alix shook her head, nibbling her bottom lip, dropping her hand and pausing, "I had...two older brothers." she smiled weakly, fondly at the thought of her brothers, "They...did anything for me...protected me till I was married...Abderus, he was 6 years older than me, then Helios, 3 years older." she eyed Wes softly, as if she had been holding up a guard, now gone, she shook away the tears that threatened, "Did you have siblings?" she inquired, sliding open her phone. Patiently letting Wes speak, Alix approached him, and smiled weakly, "I'm...going to call Shi for you." outfit. click for awesome black dress! words. enough <3 notes. heh. ^^ they're cute, they just don't know it. <3 ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
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This Shi character was catching his attention more and more. Even though he was a bit skeptical about the whole thing, she was his only real hope in finding those bastards that had made him lose all of his family. But he found what Alix was saying about this woman quite interesting, and he knew he could put more trust in her because Alix had said she was human, of course not all humans were trustworthy, but he would do anything at this point for vengeance, so it was only a perk that she was human. Right now. Those words rung in him mind, like her had a metal bowl on his head and banged it hard. Alix could take him to her now. His expression was so hopeful, and he was liking the unexpected way the events were turning right now. "She must be a popular woman, how do you know she will have the time to see me now?" It was a valid question, it was also to hide the utter excitement starting to boil in his blood. He would be able to get revenge. He felt quite sadistic at this moment, but this is the first change he's gotten into actually finding the ones who did this to him.

A gut feeling. He knew that he should trust those when he got them himself, and secretly he was hoping that this gut feeling' was right, and he would see her again, even if the night wasn't over yet. He felt her watching him, and he kind of felt scrutinized under her gaze, and he could see the eager look in her eyes. She seemed like a happy person, quite unconventional to the fact that she was a fallen angle. And right now, Wes kept forgetting that she was something other than human. Their conversation felt so normal, kind of easy now, like it's supposed to be, like they are supposed to be standing there, in the dark, just speaking to each other. He had long forgotten the music playing the the club, seeing as it was quieter outside, more dull. What difference this was, from when they were dancing inside, Wes doing everything within his limits to get her away, now he felt like he didn't' really want her to leave. He didn't know what was happening to him, and he didn't like it one bit.

Wes felt himself give a little laugh at her look. He felt like he had been disobedient, and she was telling him off. She stuck her tongue out at him, and he smiled. "For a face, I know you're not five. Being centuries old apparently doesn't make you any more mature." He said, referring to bother her words and actions, finding that eh was enjoying this light bit of teasing. Just being normal, and forgetting what she was, even if for a little while. Though he would have to make sure none of the hunters found out that he had spoken to her while not killing her, especially Sam, who he would get absolute hell from. He felt bad, asking her to tell her something about herself, yet he was kind of glad he did. He did want to get to know her a little better, but he felt like an absolute jerk because she looked like she was about to cry, and then the atmosphere turned a little sour as she asked about his siblings.

"I used to have an older brother. Vincent. He died the night the rest of my family died." He said this kind of flatly, not wanting emotion to layer his tone because he didn't want to look as weak as he felt, though he knew he didn't really have to hide with Alix around, though of course he was still a little weary. He didn't just not become a hunter anymore because they had a humane conversation, he had just lost the will to kill or, or to want to even. Then she said she was going to call Shi for him, and the excitement bubbled in his stomach again. "Thank you." He said, a sincere smile just for her. He would be forever grateful to her if she could help him find the ones who killed his family, the anticipation was almost too much, but he let her take her time. He had waited this long, a little longer wouldn't hurt. He didn't know what possessed him to do it, but he wanted to touch her, so our of that instant, he raised his hand and squeezed her bare shoulder, seeing as she was still in that little black dress. Touching her felt right for some reason, but the slight pressure on her shoulder lasted barely a second before he let go, tingles overtaking his fingers.

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