I Did What I Had To Do

                                               roттeɴ тo тнe core.

                                                Foυl ιѕ ιтѕ ѕceɴt,                                                  dαмɴed yoυ αre                                                                    тo вυrɴ  H e l l.

                                             I want the childhood I                                                    n e v e r  h a d

        ”—-Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis advers—-” She paused when nothing happened. Usually there was some kind of resistance, some fighting back, back all he did was cross his arms as if to ask are you done? and it only caused her to pull her arm back and release, punching at his face —- or anywhere she could manage to hit, anyway, before taking a few cautious steps back.

        ”What are you?”

                       The knight subconsciously reaches towards the wound on his chest.                        He pulls away, observing the cold, red plasma sticking to his hand like glue.

                                                            She stabbed him. That bitch.

He lifts a bloodstained hand and flings the Huntress against the wall, eyes shifting to black.

          "Let's not talk about me... Let's talk you.

                 As much as I would like to stand here and feed you your own liver, I've actually got                  important things I need to get done.

                 So, you can either walk away and forget this ever happened, or I can walk away,                  and leave your corpse so disfigured that not even dental records could confirm                  your identity."

He glares at the hunter, finding neither her knife nor her Latin cause for concern. He was a Knight of Hell; he knew they couldn't harm him.

The demon crosses his arms and waits for her to finish her rampage.

//”Listen…. it’s not a very good time for me…”       —-Harry Potter: Half-Blood Prince//{To say that she was busy would have been a terrible understatement. It was something more along the lines of running for her life as she stumbled along the street, shaking hands tugging the jacket tighter about her shoulders. She was beyond terrified. She wanted to know who had tipped off the Hunters to presence, because there was no way they would have found her so quickly otherwise.}

He wouldn’t have been out in the frosty weather either, if it weren’t for his complete inability to sleep as of late. But the closest bar was just a block away and he hoped a couple of shots could cure the growing pit in stomach.

He fumbled through his pocket and reached for his cell phone. His thumb hovered over his Contacts as he briefly considered giving Crowley a call. He was beginning to get restless with the waiting. Crowley must have located Abaddon by now, so what the hell was taking so long?

But before he could ponder it any further, a sudden rustling broke him from his trance. A young woman emerged from an alley across the street, and Dean could practically feel the anxiety radiating off of her. His eyes flickered back to the alleyway, concerned that someone might be chasing her. When no one showed, his curiosity was piqued.

He backtracked a bit, trying to keep somewhat parallel to her. ]

         “———Are you all right?”                               He tried to project his voice across the street.

[ She actually responded, which might have been a first. He stopped in his tracks and briefly considered retreating and continuing on his merry way. But it was 2 in the morning, he felt like shit, and who knows— there may be an actual case here.

[ The last faerie he met he barbecued in a microwave? Granted, that one was the size of a thumbnail and was being a bitch, but he and faeries didn't really have the greatest of track records.

Plus, weren't they supposed to be hanging out in the Faerie Realm or making watches or kidnapping firstborn children or whatever the fuck they did in their spare time?

She didn't really seem like a huge threat, but you never know. His hand remained cemented to the door handle and his eyes kept flickering back to the gun on the nightstand, just in case he needed to slam the door or protect himself. ]

[ The hunter takes an unconscious step backwards as his eyes scan over the woman in front of him. He barely knew Jessica Moore back when she was alive, although the image of her burning in front of his eyes wasn't something that could be easily forgotten. It was definitely her. But it couldn't be.

Demon? She didn't really strike him as one. Spirit? Impossible, she was cremated. Shapeshifter? But what would a shifter stand to gain from posing as Jess? Maybe to gain his brother's trust, but Dean barely knew the girl.

Finally, he settled that he must be dreaming. It certainly didn't feel like a dream, but what other option was there? ]

                    "I'm dreaming.                                    --------Right?"

{ Apparently Hannah wasn’t the only one with sorrows to drown — her turquoise eyes finding a handsome stranger, an array of empty bottles in front of him. }

                             ”You having one of those days too?”

{ Dean laughs slightly, swirling the bottle a few times before taking another large gulp. He quickly looks upwards to catch a glimpse of the stranger, lingering his eyes for longer than he expected to. She was quite pretty, he had to admit -- shame he wasn't much in the hookup mood. }

name: Elizabeth

age: Eighteen

zodiac: Scorpio

single or taken: Single 

height: 5’6” 

eye color: Green

middle name: Brooke

favorite color: Blue

lucky number: 7

SPECIFICS/DETAILS:

favorite fictional character:  *cough* *cough* *stares at icon longingly*

favorite television show: Supernatural

favorite season:  Fall

describe yourself in a few words: closet geek

future children’s names: Brandon or Alec for boys, Amaryn Noelle or Katherine Jean for girls.

meaning of your name: “consecrated to god"

ultimate otp: Merthur

what do you plan to/do for a living: Web Developer

starbucks order: Iced Coffee

THIS OR THAT:

introvert or extrovert: Introvert

dawn or dusk: dusk

righty or lefty: ambidextrous

rain or shine: wind