DAUNTLESS. [damon]

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All these broken pieces left unglued should never find their way into the hands of someone like you.

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Another job well done.

Kicking the body to one side in distaste, she pulled out a dirty piece of cloth from her pocket and began wiping the bloody knife feverishly. as though she couldn't wait to get rid of it. She raised the deadly blade to eye level and turned it around, marveling at how the silver seemed to capture the moonlight. She glanced around the elegant room distastefully; the place reminded her too much of the onyx castle back home. Stowing the knife away, the faerie proceeded to wander around the former millionaire's house, and a box of joints caught her eye. Snatching it up, she opened it and nicked a few for use later; she liked cigarettes and the joints were bonus. Rissa glanced around the room for a final time, a pity that this was now a murder scene and whipped out her cell. "It is done." the faerie murmured, looking down at the dead, staring body of the male below her. "The money. At dawn." Her voice was soft and deadly and the message was clear: If the money did not appear on her doorstep by dawn, things will happen.

The fight wasn't a hard one, Rissa noted, hopping out of the window and taking to the skies. It was a simple one really, all she needed to do was apprehend and kill him before he could do so much as scream. The moment she vaulted out however, she heard a piercing shriek of horror behind her. It was a good thing she left quickly, the last thing she wanted was the cops to get ahold of her. Like she wasn't wanted already. the brunette scoffed. Her family were looking for her, the police were looking for her, and more and more possible clients were looking for her. Rissa stiffed a frustrated sigh and emptied her mind, not wanting to think about it now. As her face returned to its usual blank look, she flew past the city's skyscrapers, past the pet store and multiplex before landing with a graceful stop in front of the well-known, infamous night club.

She felt eyes on her the moment she entered, and she knew what her beauty must be doing to the humans. Without the glamor, she was an ugly bitch, but after recently feeding on the victim's emotions, she was as beautiful as she can be. Ignoring the stares and knowing full well that she was far from elegant due to her rugged appearance at the moment, Rissa stalked towards the bar and sat down, quietly waiting. The moment she appeared, the bartender immediately proceeded to make her favorite; a scotch and a tonic. She was a regular customer, and they all knew her. Except her true identity of course; no idiot needed to find that out. Although word had spread among the mythical world that a faerie princess was missing, she hardly looked the role at the moment. Messy hair, rugged appearance, fresh scar on cheek, she looked more like a rebel rather than someone from royalty. It was perfect, this look. It gave her the chance to be herself, what she truly was without any sort of interference.

Glancing apathetically around the club, Rissa wondered how they managed to have so much fun just by dancing with each other. She had tried that sort of activity a few times, and really couldn't see the pleasure in it. Maybe it was because she took pleasure and fun by killing, and dancing seemed to meagre in comparison. Turning her back to them and taking a sip of her drink, she kept one sharp eye around the club, just in case she was spot. It was best not to take any chances; anyone here could recognize her. Even in an area full of people, she was constantly on the alert like she had been trained to do. There was never a proper time when she could truly relax; relaxing and lowering your guard would only bring your death.

[damon]

TONIGHT MY HEAD IS SPINNING

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Damon didn't consider this dancing. He considered this grinding, aka, sex with clothes on. Dancing was the stuff that professionals though was so cool when they leaped with grace into the air. His version of dancing was pretty ridiculous as well, as there was a reason he hadn't done it since junior high. The more someone used their arms to dance, the stupider they looked. That was dancing. This was very sexual closeness that Damon used to get a girl to the next level. Surprisingly enough, he didn't really enjoy this. It was like a cute little teasing for him. There was plenty of times that all the girl wanted to do was dance, not take someone home. Well Damon had a very big problem with that. So all it was a preview of what he wasn't going to get. If it was a guarenteed thing, maybe he would enojy it more. He still had to play the 'sure, I'll talk to in the morning' card. He did want to point out that though he acted like it, no official promises were ever made.

After about ten minutes, he was bored. She was making some pretty moves on the dance floor, but nothing he hadn't seen before. That and he had tried this girl the other night, and she said no. Usually, that just made Damon hotter the more a girl refused, but it was only if he thought they were worth it in his eyes. She was pretty, not gorgeous. That might have been considered rude behavoir, but Damon thought it was a hell a lot meaner to call someone pretty when they wern't. It was a lie. For some reason, chicks got all upset. So Damon kept his mouth shut for the moment in time. All he focused on was the body pressed right against his and the small buzz that was going on inside his head, as he had been drinking since the sun disappeared in the sky. Who know how late it was now. He flipped his wild crazy hair a little damped with sweat and took both of his hands on her hips, pushing her away.

She turned in confusion at him, in which Damon shrugged his large shoulders, not saying a word. His greenish blue eyes wern't filled with any hint of regret or pity for her. Nothing but a glazed shinning look to say that he wasn't completely sober. Not drunk, of course. Enough to make his breath drench in the alcohol smell and his vision to be a little blurred. There was a delay when he turned his head to see how he could escape. Not minding all the bodies squished hard against each other, he walked straight, bumping into everyone in his way. Damon had a look to show that he didn't care he almost knocked someone over with a large shove of his arm. This guy needed a drink and then back to his place. Damon only got wasted on special occasions. Because of his weight and rate of how often he drank, he had to drink hard on purpose to become drunk. There was no such thing as accidents.

Finally, he reached the end of the people toward the bar. It only took one glance to see that the hottest woman in this place was very near him. Damon didn't give compliments like they were candy. If he thought it was one of the most sexy woman he had seen according to his memory, it was quite a bit. He called them as he saw them. What was more, all he saw was the side of her face. Damon was very use to having the up and perfected girl, with her skin flawless, makeup perfect, not a hair out of place, and just about the stupidest airheaded personality he had ever seen. This one was so much different from what he could see. Her hair was untidy and thick, as if she just came from something, with a line across her cheek. It was as if someone was giving a gift to Damon. Here is someone that is away from the prissy popular crowd. Take it. Fight for it. He completely forgot about his plans about going home and crashing, moving to the empty seat next to her.

Damon wasn't all that sweet for breaking the ice lines. Pickup lines were awful and never worked. Most of the time, he cut straight to the chase. Everything in his mind was on this. The sweet charming talk that could come out of his mouth was on the tip of his tounge. Being an even more close up shot, she looked almost dangerous. Like she was the kind who got her hands dirty and played with fire. At the expression, he couldn't help but have the greatest smile appear on his face. Fire. He placed his arms up on the table and looked at the bartender, mouthing 'godfather'. Damon, too, came in there quite often. Not to mention it was all he was ordering the entire night. A splash of something with a whole lot of jack daniels, his favorite. "You're not waiting for anyone, are you?" He soothed in his usual deep voice. One of the known qualities of Damon Ellis was the deep voice. "I thought'd I join you." The alcohol was giving him some confidence as well as stupidity of who exactally he was dealing with. With a crooked smile, he added, "The names Damon Ellis." Normally, he actually didn't remember that part of the introduction, but he wanted to get to know this girl fast. No slow moves.

I'VE TRIED BUT NOTHING IS WORKING

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[ebs]

All these broken pieces left unglued should never find their way into the hands of someone like you.

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Nodding a silent thanks towards the bartender the moment her drink was placed in front of her, long fingers wrapped around the glass and the faerie raised the glass to her lips, taking a sip of the alcohol. She had already decided. One drink and she was out of here; she just wanted to go back to her apartment, clean the knife, and just hit the sack. Hopefully, no other idiots would ring her up tonight. It was tiring, this whole assassin crap, but it was her job, her way of making a living and most of all, she enjoyed it. Mossy eyes gleamed with silent pleasure as her eyes flickered around. Oh yes, she enjoyed tormenting her victims, but no one needed to know that. Her sadistic side scared the crap out of others, even herself occasionally. It was as though she was a born monster. Of course she cannot compare to those bloodsuckers and mutts, now they were monsters. Compared to her occasional kill and theirs, hers was nothing. The vamps had to feed daily, and the werewolves, well, the ones she knew always had a constant craving for raw meat. Typical animals.

As the pounding music from the dance floor continued knocking into her skulls, Rissa soon found herself going against her last thoughts. She soon found herself wanting more than just one drink. It had been a while since she last did something that had nothing to do with blood. Shrugging, she gestured to the bartender and he whisked away her glass, refilling it. She waited quietly and patiently pushing back stray locks of bronze hair from her eyes. The faerie was not in the mood to pull it back into her usual ponytail or messy bun, for they always came off and left her hair hanging loose during a fight anyway. Other than the occasional scuffle with her victim if she wanted an adrenaline rush, she did street fights, or if she was looking for trouble, bar fights with a couple of drunk idiots.

Approaching footsteps made the girl's back stiffen and Rissa tensed, ready to bolt out of the club or sock someone in the face (yet for some reason, it was the latter that always happened.) She kept her head pointedly fixed ahead as her eyes did the seeing. A male had taken the unoccupied seat next to her from the corner of her eye. At first, all she did was ignore him, who gives a shit if some random dude appeared and sat next to you anyway? And as if to prove her point, she did not say a word and absentmindedly twirled her glass of gin and tonic around her fingers. It was only when the boy spoke did a spark of annoyance appeared in her normally emotionless eyes. No, she sure as hell wasn't waiting for anyone, the girl thought silently. She really couldn't care if God himself had decided to perch down next to her let alone this lad and of course, she didn't care what his name was. Males and their impulses to hit on every chick they see. Tch.

She ignored him of course, pretending not to take notice of his words. As if to prove that he wasn't wanted around her, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it smoothly, blowing clouds of smoke into the air. It was only when a few moments passed that the brunette realized that this one wasn't going to leave so quickly and she had a suspicion that he was the kind that was not going to take no for an answer. She allowed her head to turn towards him then, as though realizing that he was just there and blinked slowly, analyzing him from his face to his body, up and down. Muscular. Buff. Strong. Not human, she was sure. And he looked as though he had taken a little too much alcohol, from the slightly dazed look in his eyes. He also wasn't so bad looking too.

Idiot. She nearly smacked herself. He could an enemy. This was no time to be thinking such foolish thoughts.

"I don't care." Rissa finally answered softly, blowing a cloud of smoke into his face. Those words were already enough. "I don't want to know your identity or anything about you as it would only give me a lame excuse to kill you." She nodded towards the dance floor of the club and added. "As far as I'm concerned, I think you belong over there." He sure as hell looked as though he did. And as though the conversation was already over, she picked up took another sip of her drink. Talking made her even more tired for some reason, she wasn't exactly comfortable with the whole socializing and getting to know each other thing.

[damon]

TONIGHT MY HEAD IS SPINNING

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Damon watched as she pulled out something to smoke. Brilliant. For some reason, chicks seemed to be extrremely picky about things like smoking. Damon was a smoker of things even more than cigarettes. To see that she herself was puffing one, it gave him a small sense of that was something he didn't have to worry aobut. Most of the time, he usually had to try to hide it. It wasn't easy to hide the fact. The urge for something came at the most random times, in which Damon temporarly left his good natured mood and became (what he fully admited to) a complete bitch. All he tended to do was whine and complain about the littlest things were just instnatly ruining his night. If that wasn't bitching, he didn't know what was. Not to mention it was making his imagination wander about what else she might possibly be into.

Hope was slightly rising as she turned toward him. The most awkward moment ever was when they just sat there and ignored you. It gave Damon the feeling tha the was talking to himself. For a moment, it actually looked like she may have been thinking about something among those lines of talking to him back. She had been even hotter up close. Her eyes were very light and bright, but Damon still got a chill when she looked over at him. The same kind of chill he got when he was watching a scary movie and the music went dead silent and all that he could hear was his own breathing. He quickly shoved this over, as she was opening her mouth to say somethig. Probaby about how hansome he was, though he already knew. He still liked being told. All of the hope that was slowly rising the more he watched her and spent time with her came crashing down all at once.

Damon wasn't rejected very often, but it hadn't happened like that. She didnt' even say her name before she told him to go and sit somewhere else. He looked over where she was pointing. It was way over there. It was very clear that she didn't want anything to do with him. Most guys would have taken her advice and maybe call her something on the way. Since Damon wasn't like other guys, he only sighed. When he was rejcted, even in harsh conditions such as these, he saw it as a small roadblock. This wasn't going to end so easily. Oh no. Damon was one of the most stubborn people he knew, though he considered it a positive, especially in times like these. Taking a gulp of his drink, he told her pushing his luck, "Can't I at least have your name before you completely shut me down? Without a chance at all? I mean, what, is it a boyfriend?" He looked at her with bigger eyes, "Do you like girls?"

This was something he never really thought of when he went over. Sometimes it was... erm- obvious, but this didn't look like the case. Shaking his head, he pointed with a finger, "And if I were to sit over somewhere, I would sit over there. At the bar. Not next to the guy who is trying to pull out his tooth." He said, pointing over to a very standard place with a couple of girls drinking and laughing about it. See, he could have went over there, but he decided to check out this girl instead. A compliment. However, it didn't even look like she was going to be interested in that either. He almost felt like he needed a smoke after this or something. One of his hands casually went into his large coat pocket. Despite his money, he looked like a ragged poor boy. He actualy could care less, because he lived like one.

I'VE TRIED BUT NOTHING IS WORKING

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[ebs]

All these broken pieces left unglued should never find their way into the hands of someone like you.

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Years and years of rejecting had made the faerie become quite a pro at it. All it took was a few words and a glare, and the male would be off and running in an instant. Stubborn ones like this one here took longer, but eventually they too gave up. Truly, Rissa was unable to understand as to why others of the opposite gender normally took an interest in her and try their luck at hitting on her. She was pretty sure that if she restrained herself from feeding for a few days, no one would dare try to hit on her let even want to. The glamor that she had on at this moment was nothing but a mask. Quietly twirling her glass again round and round between her fingers, Rissa kept her gaze pointedly fixed on the other side of the bar, focusing on its crystal glasses and other forms of alcohol, clearly ignoring the boy and silently hoping, seriously hoping that he would just go away. If he had any sense, he would have taken her warnings seriously and backed off, but as she heard him sigh, she knew that he was going to open his mouth again soon enough.

"Can't I at least have your name before you completely shut me down? Without a chance at all? I mean, what, is it a boyfriend?

Though most of the time she constantly maintained a poker face, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and let out a snort in reply this time. She rolled her eyes to the ceiling in wry amusement at his words. Her name? No. Boyfriend? Please. "No." Oh, how she remembered her parents struggling to find suitors for their difficult daughter, all which she had turned down and rejected heartlessly without even a single look at them. She did not think that boys were worth her time, unlike one of her sisters Claire, who practically threw herself at every boy that walked into her sight. Though the both of them were vicious in nature, the similarities ended there. Rissa did not understand her sister's enthusiasm with boys because unfortunately to her, they were pests. Like this one here right now. As the lad went on with a question that asked her whether she wasn't straight. it was then did the faerie turned to look at him once again, bemused this time, blinking at him. Did she really come off as a homo? As far as she could remember, she was perfectly straight. Or was she? Curious questions buzzed through her mind, and not wanting to answer them, quickly pushed them to the back of her mind. Suddenly aware that she was staring at the boy like an idiot, the cigarette in her other almost slipping out of her grasp, she snapped her half-open mouth shut. "....No."

Picking up her glass, she took a swig of her drink, downing the whole of the glass's contents and thumping it down on the bar, a tiny tinge of red appearing on her cheeks, though it was too dark to see in the dimness of the bar. She turned her head slowly and turned to see where his finger was now currently pointing as the lad continued. Sure enough, an idiot was trying to pull out his tooth, in an attempt to impress a bunch of giggling girls. "I'm sure that you wouldn't mind pulling out your own tooth just to impress idiots." she said dryly, flicking ash from the cigarette onto the bar.

'Look." she said tiredly, knowing full well that she was going to have to talk to shoo this lad away. "I'll tell you my name, and then you'll scoot away. Alright?" Being socially awkward, she was naive to the fact that that was not going to happen, though with a vain hope, she hoped it was. "I'm Rissa. Now go away before I hurt you." Her eyes flashed at the last few words, and she meant what she said. Not wanting to cause a scene at the moment, she got off from the stool and stalked away, weaving in through the crowd and pushing away people, heading for the exit.

notes: he could follow her? |D

[damon]

TONIGHT MY HEAD IS SPINNING

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She almost looked annoyed to answer the question about the boyfriend, as if there was some story behind it. Damon automatically thought perhaps she was over at the bar by herself because she just went through a bad breakup, but shook it out of hs mind. Most girls cried pathetically when a breakup was made. Then again, it could have been like his ex. He was sure that she didn't shed a tear the night she ripped his heart open and stabbed it. However, in Damon's mind, no one else could possibly be that cruel. Only her. Maybe she was gay. Jeez, Damon knew that his luck was usually on his side. He supposed that every once in a while, it had to throw something like this at him so that he wasn't the luckiest man on Earth. A girl that he was hot for just by looking at her and so far all her features perfect, and she wasn't straight. Of course. However, when he mentioned it, she looked stumped.

Oh god, did he just have her come out of the closet or something? To him, she really hadn't come off as a homo. Really, it was just a clarifiying question. Now, she looked like she was sure thinking about it and Damon couldn't help but hold his breath for the result. He was making her think, which meant that she wasn't completely ignoring what he was saying. This was found as a good sign. Progress, thats all he needed. Even if it was the slightest little mini progress. Sometimes, he got absolutely no progress whats so ever and then things became ugly for him. Damon was determined, but at the same time, he didn't want to spend his entire time chasing one woman. He might try for a couple of days but once it was truely clear that she had no interest at all, he had to back off and admit defeat. It was always a sad day when Damon admitted defeat. Went and drank enough just to get himself tipsy and try with someone else. As much as he liked a challenge, in the end he only loved it when the plan succeeded.

He gave a relieving smile when she answered no, though rather hesitantly. It didn't matter to him then. "See, we have some things in common. We're single and straight." He told her with a light hearted teasing smile. Damon often smiled a lot when meeting girls. It varied though. Sometimes it was a small crooked smile and others huge wide smiles that brighted his entire darkened face. One of his fine qualities was the smile planted on his face all the time. That was his excuse as to why he did it all the time, but at the same time, it was also just because he was enjoying himself. Damon actually did like hitting on woman. Seeing the reactions and playing the ultimate impromptu game with the prize was getting laid. This game he could play for hours or days at a time. The only thing that stopped him was the harsh reality that he was going to eventually run out of girls. The city was filled with them but a lot of the decent ones were dating or had values. When life was slow, thats what a booty call accomplished!

Damon pondered her assumption for a moment. That's actually something he wouldn't do. He would do quite a bit- and he had done quite a bit of stupid things in the past- but messing with his good looks wasn't one of them. For example, burn partners were the dumbest thing he had ever done. There was a permante burn scar on his thumb that he had made with one of his best friends. Since he was a firetamer, he actually had to do it with a match because his own fire wouldn't burn him. The friend actually had a lot worst of a burn because it had been with Damon's cursed fire considering the match wasn't working well enough and caused more pain then if it was just planted on. He still had the scar and he thought it looked rather ridiculous. "If I lost a tooth, how would I have such a dashing smile?" He asked innocently, tilting hs head and giving her a dashing smile.

More progress. Damon was about to answer 'no' to her request about shooing away. Anyone that knew even a little bit of Damon knew that it was nearly impossible to have that happen. Rissa. That he could remember. He hated long complicated names that he could never remember. Damon liked nicknames, but in this case, he didn't really need it. This name was easy enough to remember. He opened his mouth to say doll but shut it again. He had learned that saying 'doll' really offended some girls. Damon usually didn't watch what he said, but this woman was something else. He really wanted to impress her this time. It was a different tatic, but at the same time, she was very different than the usual women he came across. A breath of fresh air, all being ironic since she was smoking. It made him want one. Before his eyes, however, she left. Uh oh.

Of course Damon wasn't going to let her get away! Only pussys did that! He was now very determined, seeing that he had gotten her name. This guy was going to give her something to remember him by. A name at the very least. She left before he had gotten the chance to introduce his brilliant name into the mix. "Whoa, wait!" He shouted, but it was probably impossible to hear over the roar. She had also been half way to the exit when he shouted out, so with a sigh, he hopped off the stool. The bartender looked at him with question and he growled at him, in very much a hurry before his little mink got away from right under his nose. "Oh come on, I'll be back tomorrow! Just put it on my tab!" He yelled, moving a hand to dismiss the bartender. Damon was on a mission and he could not loose sight of her. His enourmous body wasn't all that hard to move through a crowd, considering he pushed and shoved all he wanted. If they had a problem, it was their fault. He caught up with her before she headed out the door.

"I'm Damon..." He told her, taking a gamble if she would be able to hear him. She said 'before I hurt you' as she left, but Damon was kind of use to getting beat up by girls. With guys, he'd fight back with flying fists (and had scars on his knuckles to prove it) but he'd never strike at a girl. Of any form or size.

I'VE TRIED BUT NOTHING IS WORKING

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With each moment that passed in the bar, Rissa could feel herself getting more and more annoyed every second. Her brow twitched, and her sleeping temper long locked away suddenly awoke from its slumber and threatened to spike up as well as beat the living hell out of this dude in front of everybody in the club. She was surprised at herself really; it had been a long time since she ever felt raw anger, it was normally annoyance that boiled within her. She continued surveying him silently, fingers itching to draw out the blade hidden within the folds of her shirt. The faerie shifted slightly in her seat, resisting the urge to shoot up and stab him to death. Not yet, she urged herself. Not yet. She just recently killed; she wasn't exactly in the best mood to take another life tonight. Maybe she could spare this one...for now. And her knife needed cleaning too.

"See, we have some things in common. We're single and straight."

A look of outrage appeared on her face then, and that outrage intensified when he added a little smile to those words. Her? Having things in common with him? Oh well, she could live with that. From the looks of it, the both of them were definitely single, and as for being straight, well, she was actually still questioning her own sexuality at the moment to be honest. No, it didn't matter. Whether she would actually be homo or not, she could find out later. "That is probably the only thing we'll ever have in common." she replied matter-of-factly, digging her nails into the wood of the bar. He most certainly did not look like the type to have blood on his hands all the time. Rissa on the other hand, well, she was a hired killer. And not everyone actually appreciated that except her family or other sadistic people like her. She was sure that this lad here would run away immediately the moment she revealed her true colors to him; most did after all. But then again, there were some that didn't. Perhaps this boy here was part of the latter. Or maybe just another idiot trying his luck tonight.

She snorted at his next words. "Quite the charmer now, are you?" Folding her arms and crossing her legs, she raised her eyebrows. "You still would look the same should you ever lose a tooth." No, he probably would have to knock off all his teeth just to disfigure that dashing face of his. Yet as she said those words, the pink flush that crept its way across her cheeks had increased to a bright crimson. Dropping the now empty smoking butt of the cigarette onto the ground, she turned away to hide the flush and quickly worked the gears in her head to start searching for a way to escape. The conversation was taking a huge toll on her; she hadn't socialized in a long time properly with anyone, let alone a stranger after all. The brunette felt completely overwhelmed, as though the boy had decided to incapacitate her by sitting down on her or something. She had worked it out; a threat would do, and then she was gone.

Leaving her name behind, she slipped off from her seat and was soon on her way to the exit. Elbowing and pushing away sweaty bodies with barely concealed irritation and outrage, the faerie stalked her way through the crowd. Obscenities and shouts of annoyance soon followed after her due to her rude behavior, but she didn't stop to apologize and simply ignored the shouts. "Get out of my way." she hissed when someone made an attempt to block her exit and when he didn't move, A hand balled into a fist and she aimed a punch at the male's stomach. As the boy collapsed onto the ground, the wind whooshing out of his lungs, the fey stepped over and made a beeline for the exit.

Damon? Who's a Damon? Rissa allowed herself a glance over her shoulder as a familiar, unwelcomed voice called towards her and scowled the moment she saw the boy that had tried hitting on her at the bar right behind her. Irritation flashed through her and allowing her temper to take over for a brief moment, the girl's fist met with his cheek. The blow wasn't enough to completely knock him over to the ground (damn, he was heavy) but it was enough to make him stagger back a little. "I told you that I would hurt you." she growled, turning her back to the crowd and instead of going outside, swerved to a dimly lit spot where they were a few chairs to lounge around in.

"Damn." she muttered to herself as she sat down and ducked her head to avoid detection. "I think I'm going insane." The moment she said that, loud, raucous laughter erupted behind her and the faerie spun around, alert. Though she couldn't see very well in the dark, she could make out shadows popping out from the wall beside her. 'You hear that laddies?" cackled a voice. "She thinks she's going bonkers. Let's-"

A sickening sound soon followed and the lead drunkard went down pretty quickly, a silver knife sticking out from his head. As he fell, the group that was him screamed with horror and scattered, leaving their fallen leader to slip into the void as he fell into the bushes. "Assholes." she muttered, pulling out the blade from the man's head. It wasn't often that Rissa snapped, but tonight had been one of them.

She had to admit; she enjoyed watching that look of shock on his face though.

[damon]

TONIGHT MY HEAD IS SPINNING

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Ouch. Damon had been struck down much worst however, and took the insult very well. Though looking at her, he knew they also had smoking in common, drinking in common (he wasn't sure if those were good things and would considered as 'thinks' but it was something on his small list that he could use against her if he wanted to). Still, he did have to say she was persitant at resisting him. It was a good thing that Damon too, was extremely persistant. The mix between stubbornness and a high motive was like stopping a train. In his mind, the goal was her. He had liked her as soon as he turned and saw her long hair gracefully upon her back, side face turned. The image was still in his mind. It would have to be if he was going to tell this story accurately. Damon liked to kiss and tell when it came to people that were challenges. Easy ones, he didn't really talk much. This, he may have had to chat with someone all day to get it off of his chest. Unless it turned bad, in which he wouldn't even hint he knew her if walking down the street and passing her again.

With a quick wit attitude, he was very speedy to point out, "You don't know that. If I could get your time, then we can see really how much we do or don't have in common." It was kind of like asking out. Asking her to dinner at this late at nght was a stupid idea. They were already at a bar, and he was already going to buy her the drink, so there was really no option then to ask for her own time. Perhaps dinner the next evening. Of course, Damon prefer they skip the dinner and head right down into the buisness of the after dinner, but he knew that she would probably prefer they actually talk. Though girls had surprised him before. When he would hit on them, some actually said to skip the dinner, my place or yours. In fact, once, a girl hit on Damon. It had been a little bizzare, but oh, was it easier. He didn't actually have think and watch what he said. She obviously wanted it more than he had.

Charmer wasn't even the very beginning to describe Damon Ellis. Yes, charmer was a bit of it. Luckily for him, the charming part had come natural to him ever since he reached the high school level. Even though he was dating,he still liked to flirt. Then tell them they couldn't have him because he was taking and watch the faces fall with disappointment and anger. Yeah, a lot of Giselle- his ex- enemies probably came from his own doing. Always fun to watch a little cat fight. Just as long as he wasn't tangled in the mess of the cat fight, he was completely fine with sitting on top of the lockers eating popcorn and laughing, cheering whenever his girlfriend made a good move. Of course in most girl fight situations, the good mood was usually swinging the other into the other locker with her hair. It was always pulling and biting. Damon was glad none of his did that, or he would have to explain the bite marks everywhere. Talk about awkward conversations.

Was that a compliment? He wasn't sure. Damon gave a crooked grin, seeing that even more progress was being made right in front of him. Oh, how he was enjoying this. One of the things he liked about challenges was all the plays he had to get there. The teasing and the other girls' realization that Damon was starting to get to them. They always seemed to get frustrated for some reason. Damon wanted to whisper to just let it flow. Afraid of mistakes? He'd make sure that it wasn't a mistake. It would be one of the greatest nights in their young lives. Which to Damon, all he said was true. It couldn't be a mistake, because then it would be a lesson. On top of that, since he thought he was the best guy in the world, he obviously would give them the best time of their lives, "Why thank you. It would put a damper on it though, wouldn't you agree?" He asked with a hint of taunting in his voice.

She made the move to leave. The exit was blocked by some man he was glad of, or she might have made that get away. If she had, it might have been all over for Damon. In order to contiune to be persistant in everything, he was going to need some information to get ahold of her, did he not? She turned to him, seeing his smug little grin on his face when he said his name so she could at least have somehting to remember him by besides his perfectly gorgeous face. Before he got a chance to add anything, with the quickest move he had ever witnessed, she clobbered her fist onto his jaw. He staggered backward, putting an upward hand to it and feeling very cross eyed as he looked at her. Yeah, Damon knew this had been coming. She had warned him that she was going to hurt him if he contiuned. Still, Damon hadn't expected it to hurt that damn much. He went and sat over, so that he could rub his jaw to ease the pain.

All of a sudden, people became running and screaming, pushing each other to get out of the exit. What the fuck happened? Was there a fire? Damon could put that out. Besides the blow to the jaw, he also wanted to look for this girl. Now this was his kind of girl. No slaps, little straches, or hair pulling, but a good fist pound right into the teeth. That was something that was so hard to find, and so missed in Damon's experience. He didn't care if he got hit again as long as he could get her number. Though it was kind of hard to spot her with all the people running around like a bunch of chickens. Damon finally sighed and gave up just trying to peek over everyone's heads and moved back through the crowd. He froze and stared when he saw someone bloody, not breathing, and Rissa standing over with a knife. Holy. Shit.

His mouth gapped open at the dead man. Damon hadn't really seen anyone be killed before. This was a new experience. However, unlike most of his new experiences, he wasn't sure he really liked it. The life was being sucked out of him and probably turn into a ghost by now. Didn't this chick know of ghosts? Damon shook his head, assuming that she was probably human. That was a dangerous human. Who knows what she could do as a hunter. If she was a hunter, he was very much screwed. Damon really couldn't picture a woman at such a dangerous job, so the idea left him. Still, that was scary. "To think I may have been after the girl who collected stamps." He mused, walking very cautiously toward her, glancing at the knife to make sure it didn't go in his head. Just to make sure, he was fully prepared to stop the knife with fire and melt it with the burning heat that coudn't harm him. Be kind of a dead give away, but when his life was on the line, he didn't perticularly care.

I'VE TRIED BUT NOTHING IS WORKING

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