Enemies (Micah)

[-Lyra- (DELETED 7326)]

Lyra tossed and turned in the small twin bed of the dingy motel room she'd rented just outside of a place called Harper Rock. Why was she on her way to Harper Rock you may ask, because someone had told her to come here. Her old boss at the bookshop she'd worked at sent her here to find a few occult books to add to his personal collection. It'd taken a week just to get this far from Texas. Lyra sighed and sat up, running a hand through her shoulder length black hair, then stood and went to the window. It was the middle of the night, one or two in the morning by the looks of it, and here she was, wide awake. Lyra sighed and moved away from the window, letting the curtain fall back into place. Instead of climbing back into the ratty motel bed, she moved to her duffelbag and grabbed a tshirt and a pair of black jeans. Only one thing to do... Time to drive into town and take a look around. She muttered to herself. After dressing, and grabbing her car keys, she went to the motel management and got what little money it had cost for the few hours of sleep she had taken. She walked back to the motel room, grabbed her bag and closed the door. She sighed as she moved to the '94 Toyota Camry she drove. It was reliable and just big enough for her. She climbed in and started up the car.


She arrived in Harper Rock just after 3am and parked on a small side street. After locking up her car, she looked around. Damn it was easy to get lost in this city, she turned in a circle, admiring the buildings, were there any open shops around here? She walked down the sidewalk, blue eyes searching for an open sign. The wind kicked up, funneled by the tall buildings around her, blowing her black hair into her eyes, the distinctive whip of her black leather jacket could be heard around her ankles. She sighed and tried to brush her hair down, tame it in a way. She shook her head and kept walking, hoping her car would be safe from burglars and thieves. She turned a corner and stopped, where the hell was she now?

Finally she found a little cafe, just up the street, that was open. She moved toward it and sighed happily. Coffee and a doughnut sounded amazing right now. She kept walking, eyes on that open sign, not really paying attention to her surroundings. Just a little further Lyra, and you can use the last few dollars you have to get a bit of food. She muttered softly, nearing the shop. She moved to open the door, then suddenly was whisked away, Lyra screamed. When she could see again, they were in a dark alley, a man standing before her. He was at least six foot, making her a midget compared to her five foot one stature. He shoved her roughly against the wall, a growl leaving him. She didn't scream, she couldn't, fear locked her muscles up. Blue eyes darted back and forth, trying to find some sort of weapon against him. When she found none, all she could think was, Why did I leave my bag in the car? She gazed up fearfully into his green eyes, waiting for the impending death that would happen to her.

[Micah]

There were two thoughts running through his head as he left Pandemonium and his wife’s twin sister, his childe, behind. One was he needed fresh air and the opportunity to put his thoughts into order. They were a chaotic mess and he didn’t like that. The second? Grab the largest brick he could find and smash it against Satine’s head to knock some sense into her. And when he was done with her? Find that idiotic moron she chose to saddle herself with and give him an *** kicking he wouldn’t soon forget. The killer was positive Creepy was going to drag Satine into a mess by writing checks her *** couldn’t cash and if that happened? He’d kill them both with his bare hands and Satine knew it.

Micah paid no attention to where the transit let him off. He was too wrapped up in the chaos that was his mind. And he was furious. The anger rolled off of him in waves causing the stray human passerby to shrink back out of his way. That was fine with him. In his current state he wasn’t exactly safe to be around.

A piercing scream shattered the quiet night and he looked up just in time to see a human female being pulled into an alleyway. A rogue. Of course it was, but it was also a perfect opportunity for him to work out his frustrations. He turned the corner just in time to see the rogue shove the human against the wall. Her heart was racing, the sound deafening to his sensitive ears as her fear assaulted his senses. Micah didn’t think, he just reacted. Pulling out his gun he aimed and pulled the trigger, firing off several shots that hit the rouge in the back. One more lodged itself into the skull of the rogue who didn’t even have a chance to turn around before he dispersed to ash. So unsatisfying. And then he realized his mistake.

There was a witness.

Micah didn’t know what to do. He’d never been caught fighting in front of humans before so this was a first. The killer cursed himself mentally for being so ******* stupid. He gave the human a hard stare as he tucked his gun away. “And just what am i going to do with you?” There was really only one thing to do now - dispose of the witness.

[-Lyra- (DELETED 7326)]

Lyra stood staring at the man, just as he turned into ash in front of her, she focused her eyes on the man standing a few feet away from her. She went wide eyed, blinked, then looked owlishly at the ashes just as the wind kicked up and blew them away. Pushing black hair from her wide blue eyes, she gazed at the man who'd ashed the other guy. What to do with you... The words sent a shiver down her spine, but she didn't move. Was it fear, or curiosity that held her there? She couldn't tell you the answer.

She realized now that he'd tucked away his gun, so he wouldn't shoot her. She stared at him, You could just let me go... She whispered, her texas twang barely audible in the alleyway. She couldn't help but try to bargain for her life, it was like she couldn't stop the words. Instead of moving away from the wall, she tried to make her five foot two inch frame smaller against it. Whether it worked or not remained to be seen.

Inside her head was a whirlwind of thoughts, what the hell had just happened, one moment there was a huge dude pushing her against the wall. His eyes had been hungry, and vicious. Then the next second, he was a pile of ash on the dirty concrete of the alleyway, that didn't happen in real life, in fiction maybe, but not real life. She looked at the man again, seeing those hard eyes gazing at her made her skin crawl, like she was just another person on the streets and not someone he'd just saved. She looked at her boots.

Why did I agree to come to this place? She mentally asked herself, shaking her head slightly as she thought it over. She looked back up at him, But you won't do that, will you? You'll probably force me to my knees and kill me... She didn't want to admit that to herself, but those were the facts, she would die in this grubby alleyway just like the one that had attacked her. She raised a brow and waited for an answer, or for the gun to be pulled again. While she waited, her eyes took him in, studying him and painting a mental image for her. He was vicious, that much was obvious, but the viciousness wasn't aimed at her. He was somewhat distracted, but what did Lyra know? She'd only met the man moments ago, and now he was contemplating how to kill her just as he'd done to her attacker. He also seemed like he didn't want to kill her, where this thought came from she couldn't be sure, but he seemed to not want her to talk about what she'd just seen. Could she play off of that? Possible, depending on what happened next.

[Micah]

An extremely predictable response. Letting her go wasn’t an option and he hoped that she was smart enough to realize that what she was asking him was never going to happen. His anger still burned brightly. Apparently disposing of the rogue that had been hell bent on killing her didn’t help like he thought it would and now the killer was stuck with a witness that could identify him. “Let you go?” He shook his head and gave her a sad look. Only he was sure that he wasn’t exactly convincing - he wasn’t even trying to hide his intentions. “Bless your terrified human heart. I give you an A for effort though. Not that it’s gonna count for much.”

The last time he had fed from a human, they’d turned. Nesa had been quite the surprise. After Vel had finished her off he hadn’t given her another thought until he felt the slowly strengthening bond to the small blonde. Micah still hadn’t figured out how that had happened so this time he was going to have to drain her completely. Couldn’t leave anyone alive now, could he?

So she was smart. He offered her a cold smile before shaking his head. “No. I won’t do that. But on your knees? I’m a married man. I don’t even make my wife get on her knees so why would I make you? It’s flattering that you would offer to do so though if Vel heard you say that she’d gouge your eyes out. That might be interesting to see though.” He wasn’t really entertaining the idea or anything. This was his mess after all. No need to bring the wife into it.

“I’ll tell you what. How about we play a game?” One that she had absolutely no hope of winning but it would still make his otherwise shitty night a bit more exciting. “I’ve played this before you see and I’ve always won but I am always hopeful that someone will best me.” His head canted to the side as he studied her. “If you win you go free. If I win, I drain you dry and leave your body in a ditch for the police to deal with. I’m sure you’re smart enough to see that this is going to be your best chance. Either way…..” he trailed off and shrugged. She could piece it together.