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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/JDCW/Faith1Middle_zpse531763b.png] Tears dripped down smooth skin to land on the soft grass as the young blonde mourned the loss of her dear friend. One of her only friends, having been attacked by some unknown thing... Much like Faith. The only difference was that Faith had survived... Somehow. It seemed backwards... I mean, she was the supernatural. She should have survived, not Faith. Faith was just a human; so vulnerable and open to attack and death. It just wasn't fair. Ana had so much ahead of her. She had a whole life to look forward to... And someone had taken all of that away in just a matter of minutes. Faith's eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she sent up a silent prayer to Ana and then sent a prayer for the man who killed her that his soul may rest in peace. Chocolate orbs were once again visible as she opened her eyes and laid flowers down over Ana's grave, kissing her hand and placing it to the tombstone. Then, she moved on to Caleb. He had died in the hospital after protecting her from him evil brother. She would forever be grateful for that, and she hated that he had died to protect her. Closed eyes, silent prayer, and flowers set atop his grave. The final grave that she approached brought even more tears to her eyes. He had probably been her closest friend, and more like a dad than anything. A sob wracked her body as she hugged his flowers close. Arson... Oh how she missed him. He was so kind to her... So loving. He protected her from anything and everything, and she wanted nothing more than to have him back with her. He had also died trying to protect her, going after the man who had attacked her. And she had let him go, not fully understanding what he was doing... Not until it was too late. Something had gone terribly wrong when he went to go find Mikhail, and she got the call that night that his body had been found. She could still hear his last words to her echoing inside her head. "Don't forget me, baby girl. Don't ever forget me." It was like he knew that he wasn't going to make it... But she hasn't forgotten him. Every day she thought about him. Sometimes, she even expected him to show up out of no where like he used to. And then she would remember that he was gone. She visited his grave often. Almost every day, she picked flowers from all over and brought them to his grave. Much like she was doing today. Her prayer for him was long, and she wished that she could get a response, but she knew that wasn't possible. Her hands carefully placed the flowers on his grave, and she stared at his tombstone for a few moments before she wiped her eyes and turned to leave. She walked away from the graveyard and down through the streets of town. No more tears fell from her eyes, and her cheeks were returning to their normal color, as was her nose. She stopped by a nearby coffee shop for some dinner and sighed in relaxation. She ordered a chicken salad and brought it to her table with a lemonade, a quiet table in the corner. She ate her salad slowly and watched out the large windows as the sun started to set. The colors of the sky were beautiful, and she could have watched the entire thing from right there. However, she finished up quickly and walked out the door, wanting to get back to the dorms before nightfall. Cup in hand, she walked down the sidewalk, already finding that it was quite dark. She passed by an alley and heard whistles and shouts from some guys, and her pace immediately quickened. She didn't like that. Not one bit. She was on one of the least busy streets, and she knew that not many people would be passing through here anytime soon. Of course, they knew that too. She could hear the speedy footsteps behind her, and she sped up her pace. But as she approached another alley, a dark figure appeared and then another and another. Three there... And at least two, maybe three behind her... No... Not again... She looked around in panic, looking for an escape, but they quickly closed in like wolves on a lone, sick deer. Her body shook, and she pressed her back up against a wall, watching all of them with fearful eyes as they spoke nonsense to her. They were obviously drunk, and she didn't see any way to get away from this one. Unless... Her lungs filled with air, and a piercing sound left her throat. The me were on her in an instant, covering her mouth and grabbing her arms. She struggled against them, but it was no use. When it came down to it, she was no match for a man's brute strength. Talk to me sweetly Be my living dream Words| ### Notes| Text Muse| Around Tune| La la~

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[atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/LoganTablemiddle_zps67eda656.jpg?t=1375485677] "Speech" Thoughts Thunder. A soft cry in the echoes of the blast. Turning towards the sound, arms reaching out to catch. She lay pliant in his arms. Not like the lover she was. Like one too weak to do anything else. Green eyes captured his. Fading fast, but holding long enough for one last goodbye. "I'll be alright," came the quiet reassurance. A smile that could no longer reach her eyes. Her hand on his cheek. It falls to the unforgiving asphalt already soaked with blood. He whirled, vengeance in his eyes. The man hadn't the time to retaliate before he was at his side. Swiftly, the neck was broken and he was discarded to the side like trash. A keening call. His own. Her name on his lips. Logan jolted upright, instinct having him catch himself before he took a header out of the tree that had become a second home for him. He looked down as if to reassure himself that she was still there. His Eve. Directly below, her grave stood with a stoic regality she would have enjoyed having in life. Cognac colored eyes moved from harsh stone to sweet waves of blonde. So that was what had woken him. Small favors. Her sorrow was palpable even from where he was hidden behind leaves on the branch of the old oak. Now that he was looking, tears tracked unabashedly down her face. Flowers were cradled in her arms, held tight for comfort. He watched as she kissed her hand and touched it delicately against cold stone. The Fallen turned away. Grief was a cruel mistress and he didn't feel worthy enough to witness hers as there was no longer anything he could due to help heal her pain. Once upon a time, he'd been able to mask his appearance and give a soft touch. A healing touch. It hadn't done shit for Eve, so what damn good was it anyway,

[/i] he thought with undeniable bitterness. It harbored in his heart like an incurable infection.

There was a slight shuffle, drawing his eyes back again. The girl had stood, those big brown eyes still swimming with pain. He expected her to leave, but surprised him when she moved to another headstone. More pain. It crescendoed off her in thick waves. Soft, whispered prayers. He couldn't look away this time. Would those prayers be answered? When she stood, looking no less upset, he found no reason to believe they were.

On to another headstone. Just how many loved ones had been taken from her? Yes, taken. Because Holier Than Thou was the Asshole. Even in the lives of others, Logan would shove blame on his previous...employer.

Small hands lifted to wipe at her eyes before finally she turned to leave. Left once more to the solitude of the graveyard, Logan stretched out his wings before shifting on the branch that held him to lean his back against the trunk of the oak. He closed his eyes, intending to fall asleep once more. Apparently, his mind had others plans. Flashes of his lover bleeding, dying plagued him. On a frustrated growl, he kept them open and stared into the leaves of the tree, willing her smiling face to be seen among them instead. It hadn't been forthcoming, leaving him only with the leaves trembling and shimmering in a soft breeze.

He couldn't be certain how long he fought the weaponless war with himself, but darkness had fallen by the time he flew from the tree to alight on the ground. In scuffed boots, Logan aimed towards home, shoving his hands in his pockets. The Fallen felt the stares of the few who passed him on the streets. They looked at him with a mixture of awe and a bit of fear. His wings both fascinated and frightened. He missed the days when he had the ability to hide them. But Asshole had deemed him not even worthy of that. Condemned to live as a human, yet not allowed to even pretend to be human.

The streets were in flux this time of night. The good folk were heading home while the scum started to rear their ugly heads and look for someone to screw over or bully. Unable to help himself, Logan looked down the alleys as he passed. Typical. A few chemi-heads were huddled down one, fixing for a fix. The next few were thankfully bare of anything more than a cat or two, plus whatever rats they were chasing. A short, sharp shriek had his gaze snapping in front of him. Giving a quick jog, he turned onto an alleyway to see the same sorrowful blonde from before. He found no sorrow in those eyes this time. Instead, he saw fear. Mind-numbing fear.

Fury built up in him. The strong preyed on the weak. It was an unwritten law that had been in effect since the dawn of time. That law really pissed him off.

One against six? He liked those odds. Appreciated them very much, as a matter of fact. Rather than jumping down their throats immediately, Logan scuffed the bottom of his boot against the ground to capture their attention and pull it away from their trembling victim. "Let her go," he advised, wings giving an irritable half flap that snapped at the air and echoed down the alleyway.

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Notes: Figured I'd leave the bad guys up to you. :3
Muse: Awesome
Tune: Boy With A Coin
Tags: Faith
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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/JDCW/Faith1Middle_zpse531763b.png] Faith knew how dangerous the night could be, but that was why she was trying to get home as quickly as she could... Before the sun set. But she took a little bit too long to eat her salad after visiting her passed loved ones, and darkness was falling much quicker than she would have liked. But it wasn't just the darkness that was a danger to her. The daylight hours were apparently good for attacks as well. That's when the first attack on her had been made. Right in the middle of the day as she was leaving the mall, and no one had seen or heard her. How easy it was for scum to prey on innocent beings like herself. It was too easy to go unnoticed... To kill someone and not even be suspected. The world had become a terrible place. People had become more like animals, killing and physically fighting each other rather than settling debates through their words. It truly scared Faith, her innocence far too easily seen in on Earth where violence, sex, and drugs were practically the only things people wanted... And money. Everyone wanted money. But growing up in a poor family gave Faith a little bit of an advantage that way. She didn't desire things that were far out of her reach. Instead, she strived to help and please other people. She was at the service of anyone who needed her help. Being generous and kind, however, did not help her in a situation where strength was the only way out. She was pretty and delicate, easily breakable and wouldn't put up much of a fight. She was prey, and she caught the eyes of predators so easily. She couldn't hurt people, and so she wouldn't fight back if someone tried to hurt her. She just couldn't do it. Except for that one blow that she had delivered to the snake's crotch... But that hadn't really been her. It was her brain and body acting on instinct, and she immediately felt bad after she did it. But it was much the same now. Hands grabbed at her arms and face and hair, and she only tried to curl away from them, not fight them. "Aren't you a pretty little thing..." The words of the members of the gang reached her, but she only processed some of them. Others, she refused to know what was dripping from their lips. They were all human, save for one that was likely a vampire with long fangs showing as he grinned devilishly. He was obviously their leader, and he enjoyed watching her wide and terrified eyes as they darted around the group of men. They were all so large, athletically built and looking ready to do so many horrible things to her. A voice reached her ears, but it was different for the six men trying to hurt her. It wasn't drunken and slurred... And it wasn't about how beautiful she was or about what they planned to do to her. Let her go The voice had already gotten their attention before it spoke, but she had been too caught up in her terrified thoughts to realize that something was happening. Trembling body shifted slightly so that she could peer through two of the men toward the being that had spoken. He was handsome, but much too old for her, she was sure -not that she thought of him like that anyway. He held almost a fierce air about him... Dangerous. Her looked like an angel, and that made sense. An angel protected those in danger, and she was most definitely in danger. Her terrified eyes stared at him, pleading him to help her, to take her away from the men. That was when the vampire stepped forward, toward the angel. "Why would we do that? There would be no fun then. She would run free, and we would not be satisfied." Faith listened to the vampire's words, glancing between the two men before looking around at the other five drunkards around her. Being all human, a supernatural was intimidating. Supernaturals had more strength and speed than a human and were probably smarter, too. Even the five of them stood no chance against the angel, and they all knew it. And still, they didn't let go. Their tight grips had loosened a bit, but there was still no escaping for the pretty young blonde. The men were obviously counting on their leader, the vampire, to get the angel away so that they could get back to the prey that they so wished to devour. Faith tried to slide her arm out of a man's grasp, but as soon as he felt her move, his grip tightened, and quite painfully so. The girl was sure that he was going to break her arm before long. But as soon as he was certain that she wasn't moving anymore, his hand relaxed again. They were all waiting for the move of the angel, the pack and Faith watching as the vampire took on a challenging stance. He wanted to fight because he was drunk and possessive, but with the alcohol in his system, he might as well have been rendered as useless as a human. But still, he was going to fight for the thing he wanted. Talk to me sweetly Be my living dream Words| ### Notes| hehe ^^ you can go ahead and have him like attack and defeat everyone if you want or whatever you want, really xD Muse| Around Tune| La la~

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[atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/LoganTablemiddle_zps67eda656.jpg?t=1375485677] "Speech" Thoughts Cognac colored eyes held on the supposed leader whose eyes were darkening by the second. Even as he watched, the man’s blue eyes deepened until there were only the whites of his eyes left to contrast with the black. Even that was fading fast. This wasn’t his damn job anymore. Someone else could damn well handle it. But with him around, they wouldn’t. Those lazy white-winged bastards would sit up on some building sipping Mai Tais and discussing all the ways he was going to fuck it up. Momentarily, Logan looked to the girl again. Those soft eyes were nearly drowning in terror. Her attempt to take advantage of the lack of attention of the man who held her too tight didn’t go so well as she’d obviously hoped. He thought he heard a whimper, but he didn’t need to it feel the fury burning in his chest. Not only were a bunch of heathens taking advantage of a foolishly naïve girl, the Logan could just feel the presence of other angels in the area. Hiding like cowards or placing bets. And I’m the one unfit for my wings? A come on from the vampire in front of him had Logan returning his attention once more to the drunken fool. In calm, measured steps, Logan moved forward. His boots hit against the concrete like drums making a steady beat for war. Had he still his position, the Fallen would have only to summon his blessed sword, Lancaster, and drive it deep into the heart of such a foul creature. Any who would treat a young woman in such a way deserved no better than death. They deserved much, much worse, in Logan’s opinion. The vampire moved into action, all blurred lines and vicious snarls. Logan stopped in response, planting his feet while he waited to strike. His eyes tracked the lightning fast movements of the creation of night until he was practically on top of him. At that moment, Logan snaked out a hand and captured the vampire’s neck. With a strength no human could hope to possess, he squeezed tightly. As the vampire didn’t truly require breathing, he only made angered faces while nails scrabbled at Logan’s outstretched arms. Could this thing fight any more like a girl? The brick wall of the building bordering one side of the alley came in handy when the angel slammed the struggling vampire head first into it. There was a keening wail of pain as his nose broke and blood cascaded out despite his best efforts to stop it with his shaky hands. Logan then took great pleasure in placing his free hand on the temple of the vampire’s skull before forcing it ever so slowly in the wrong direction until the bones of his neck were forced to break under the pressure. The crack echoed across the now silent alleyway as he tossed the corpse to the ground. It wasn’t fatal. Not for the vampire, at least. It was enough to put him out of commission until he healed, however. By then, Logan knew the spying angels would take care of him from there and prevent him from attacking anyone again. Again, those boots echoed like a harbinger of war. The remaining gang members’ gulps were audible even from several feet away. With eyes hard and unforgiving, Logan pinned each of them with a stare until they scrambled from the alley, leaving the girl behind as he’d first suggested. Really, they just couldn’t listen, could they? Looking to the terrified blonde, he gave her a cursory glance to make sure she was relatively uninjured. ”You alright, kid?” he asked gruffly. Amount: 609 Notes: none Muse: Awesome Tune: Honor For All Tags: Faith

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[atrb=background,http://i1167.photobucket.com/albums/q633/TarnishedCopper/JDCW/Faith1Middle_zpse531763b.png] Faith was so thankful when the man showed up, like a guardian angel sent to protect her. She couldn't help but to wish that it was Arson standing there, the man that would save her... But he was gone. Lost so suddenly that it stabbed Faith's heart every time she thought about how he had died and the future that he held with him. It was her fault... If he hadn't been trying to protect her, then nothing of the sort would have happened to him. She had killed him. She killed her own protector. It wasn't like she meant to, but she saw his death as her fault. Caleb's too... But Arson's death caused more pain since he knew him more... He had been like her dad, and she had loved him so much. It had been so hard to let him go... To let her best friend leave her. To be honest, she thought that he had been the angel, having been used to Arson being there when she was in trouble. It was depressing to not see him there. But she had to admit that any kind of help was appreciated. The young blind watched the exchange between the angel and the vampire as they 'wrestled' around a bit, though it wasn't really wrestling since the vampire wasn't getting any moves in. The angel made beating the vampire up look effortless, and Faith wished that he could defend herself as easily as that. The crack of the vampire's neck was loud, even to Faith's human ears, and she winced back into the wall at the sound. Slowly, she felt the grips on her arms loosen, and she was set free. She immediately wrapped her arms around herself and curled her body up into itself. She was free, and she had escaped almost certain death for the third time now. It wouldn't be long before her bad luck would push forward and make one of these attacks her death. Faith jumped when the voice sounded close to her, and he lifted her head to look up at him through some of her hair, and she nodded before quickly moving forward to hug him, terrified and alone. Her body shook with fear, and her face was damp from the tears that dropped down her face. She was so glad to be safe. Thank you so much... Talk to me sweetly Be my living dream Words| ### Notes| Text Muse| Around Tune| La la~

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Faith's terror faded as the men scattered into the night, the only one left standing being the angel that had been so good to protect her. She was so thankful that he had been there, and the way that he had shown up out of nowhere and defeated the men as thought it was effortless reminded her much of Arson. He had always been watching, whether he was visible or not, and one of the only times that he had not been there, she was attacked by an evil being. He had blamed himself, but Faith could never blame him -or anyone else really- for anything that happened to her. It was her own doing for not telling him that she was going out. She had thought that she would be in and out of the mall and back home before anyone knew where she was or that she was gone at all... But that hasn't happened.

Arson had made her fears look as though they were nothing, but since he had passed, she felt more and more alone and afraid every day. And so she clung to the man that had saved her, almost trying to beg him not to leave her. She wanted... Needed someone to protect her from the evils of the world or it wouldn't be long before she found herself dead. The angel suddenly grabbed her shoulders and pried her away from him as though she were some disgusting thing that he didn't want anything to do with... Or at least that's how she saw it, and her face turned down, her fingers lifting her long sleeve to wipe at her eyes, cheeks, and nose. "It's fine, sir. I can walk myself home. I wouldn't want to bother you. Thanks for saving me..." Her voice was sad as she watched the ground before moving to walk past him and out onto the street, towards the direction of Cry Wolf High, feeling unwanted.


OOC: sorry it sucks so bad!

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[atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/LoganTablemiddle_zps67eda656.jpg?t=1375485677] "Speech" Thoughts When the kid turned to stare at her feet, assuring him she would be fine, Logan reached into the depths of his coat pocket to pull out a cigarette, followed shortly by a lighter. He lit up, sucking in a deep inhale before letting the smoke billow from his nose like a dragon. "It's fine, kid," he muttered around the cigarette, taking another drag. It was a nasty habit, he knew. But considering he couldn't get cancer - fuck You very much - Logan figured he'd might as well enjoy it. It was certainly an acquired taste. Bitter like coffee, it was certainly one that needed getting used to. With the cooling night, he eyed the girl to be sure she wasn't cold or anything. Her sleeves seemed long enough so he made no awkward, fumbling attempt to provide comfort in that area. He did notice the tears, however, belatedly. "It's alright, kid. I'll make sure you get home safe. Anyone you need to call?" He reached in his pocket for his phone, twisting it end over end absently. Oblivious to her hurt feelings, he walked at her side as if mostly all was well. He tried not to acknowledge her tears - they were truly his weakness - for he had little comfort to offer anyway. He wasn't exactly the type to be all warm and cuddly. Amount: 228 Notes: FINALLY. ;3; Sorry it's so short. Wasn't sure where you wanted to go with it. Muse: Awesome Tune: None Tags: Faith

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Blonde hair fell around a warm face as Faith walked down the sidewalk, tears dripping from her eyes. She had just wanted to thank him for saving her, but instead of accepting it, he pushed her away as if he was disgusted. And then he was going to smoke? Didn't he had a clue about secondhand smoke? She stuffed her nose into her shirt to keep the smell away from her, walking down the sidewalk and tensing slightly when she realized that he was following. Well more... Taking her home rather than following her, but she didn't want to cause him any more trouble and so she stopped and turned to look at him. "No sir. I have no one to call. Wouldn't matter if I called someone anyways. It's not like they would care. But you should not walk me home. You seem like you don't want to, and so you shouldn't. I can make it home." She said politely before looking down and away and continuing on again, sighing softly.

OOC: ing this is terrible and took forever! I'm so sorry!

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[atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/LoganTablemiddle_zps67eda656.jpg?t=1375485677] "Speech" Thoughts His wings trembled behind him irritably, though not by any fault of the girl. The circumstances were beyond frustrating. Were Eve still alive...he would have had no qualms about caring for this poor girl. But without her in the world, life had lost a lot of its light. Still...he eyed her again, noting the tears. She didn't have Eve's strength of body or mind. But upon closer inspection, she had her strength of heart. That was something that couldn't be taught or built up with a lifetime of experience. One either had it or they didn't. This young, compassionate, scared young lady beside him most certainly had it. A hint of a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth when he saw her cover her nose. Eve had done that, too, thinking it a nasty habit. Rather than force the blonde to deal with it, he squashed it out along his dark pants and folded the butt into the pocket of his coat. When she spoke, Logan had to take some of it back. There was some strength of mind there, too. She was just a bit shy about it. "You want to chance more things that go bump in the night? I'd say be my guest, but I'm not keen on fighting anymore tonight. I think some others should be doing their jobs instead." He raised his voice in the last bit to make sure any angels nearby didn't mistake who exactly he was discussing. No doubt the trolls were listening. "It's not you," he assured in the following silence. "I'm just not used to being touched." Only one had been able to before. It had felt so right. Right enough to fall from grace and never want it back. "Do you have a name? I can't exactly call you kid forever. I'm Logan." Amount: 306 Notes: o^o So hard to get back into writing after such a long time without! Muse: Awesome Tune: None Tags: Faith

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Faith wasn't really sure if she wanted the angel around her. His action of pushing her away from him when she was thanking him with a hug -more giving herself comfort than anything- had really hurt her emotionally, and she didn't care to stick around him and find out how much more hurt she could get by the end of the night. She wanted to be on her own now, despite the terrors that she could possibly come across... But she certainly didn't want him for company. He didn't seem kind to her... Just like he was doing a job by protecting her. Not like Arson. He had been one of her best friends... Like a father almost. The split second thought of Arson flashed memories through her mind, and she quickly pushed them away, wrapping her arms around herself with a shiver. She was physically cold, but the emotion that came with the thoughts of Arson hurt, and she had no one to hug except herself.

She looked over the man as he spoke before looking down again. At least he had put his cigarette out. She could actually breathe the fresh air around her without having to worry about getting a whiff of the smoke that he was puffing. There would, however, be no escaping the man. He was coming with her whether she liked it or not, and she couldn't help but wonder if he only scared off the other males so that he could have her all to himself. The very thought made her flinch, and she turned to continue walking back towards the school that she had learned to call home. "Isn't that what they all say? 'It's not you, it's me.'?" She said quietly, rubbing her arms to keep them warm as the night grew evermore crisp. He spoke again, and she shrugged delicately. "Faith. Faith Evelyn Rose. And I'm not a kid, sir."