* BT // HOT THIEF

“so what are you after today? just a small bouquet, gift wrapped maybe? or a single flower? whatever you need, i’m sure i’ve got it!”

“Mh..” Bela hummed, thinking. “No wrapping, it’s for my living room, I need more.. Life in there. I tried fishes for that but Lira ate them.” The young woman stated, as she looked around. “What would you suggest? I have a quite.. Huge living room. Very white and woody, kind of modern.”

Angela stretched her arms above her head with a sigh as she stood outside the airport waiting for her Uber. It had been too long since she was in the city and she had missed the place terribly. Thankfully the medical conference hadn’t lasted too too long, as she felt a deep pulling from within her to return home. She merely chalked it up to home sickness, the conversations of what ‘home’ really meant were far from her mind in that moment. Her weight shifted from one sneakered foot to the other, becoming a little impatient as the app told her the car was inching ever so closer to where the doctor was waiting. When a car (finally) pulled up in front of her, she reached for the door instinctively. “Hello. Who is this Uber for?” She smiled at the driver and waiting a moment to ensure that she was not about to steal someone else’s ride home.

Bela had decided it was time to earn money differently than just by stealing it. It was why she was putting her free time to profit on Uber, and while she was still a bit iffy on letting people in her lamborghini, she thought it would probably be the closest some of them would be of actually being wealthy, and she was ready to sacrifice the squeaky cleanliness of the car for it - after all she’ll just use their money to clean it back up in the end. As she pulled up in front of the airport, Bela looked at the young woman who came and asked who it was for. “Uhh, shit I forgot. Hold on.” She asked on a soft tone, taking her phone and looking through it. “It’s for some Angela? Is that you?”

*· ☆,.- Faith listened to the other before thinking for a moment. “Well, first thing you need to understand, sweetheart, is, that people can be monsters, too. Believe me. I’ve been there. I’ve seen it. Secondly…” Another small pause. “Vampires can not deal with sunlight, and most other demons have weak spots as well. The challenge is to find them, most of the time.”

As she looked at the other, Bela had to admit she was waiting for a miracle solution. A snap, and he would be gone, or he would never be able to hurt her again. “But what if he is human?” She asked slowly. “How-.. How can we stop him without becoming monsters ourselves?” A slight frown appeared on her face. “I don’t want to hurt him. I just want-.. I want these nightmares to stop. And to make sure he won’t hurt anyone else. Is that something you can do?”

*· ☆,.- “Sorta, yeah.” Even when Faith had tried to stay away from the business. You simply could never quit to be a slayer. You could run from it, but it would get you again one day. “Then I would say you made my day.” Because she hated nothing more than wasting her time.  Even more when it was because people had tried to make a fool out of her for no reason. “What can I help you with, darling?”

Bela was actually a bit afraid of asking for help on this. What if he heard about it? What if he was trying to kill her again? As she took a deep breath, Bela put down her pen and nodded slightly. “How do you know if a monster is a monster?” She asked, frowning slightly. “Or if it’s just some human being completely out of their mind?” She was truly wondering at this point. “There is this.. Guy I met. He killed me before, or.. So he claimed. But now I remember. And I need to stop him. Or to make sure he won’t do this kind of things again.”

He smirked at her question. He regretfully was probably one of the easiest people to piss off and in return she probably did piss off a lot of people but so did he and it never got old.. Maybe now that Bela seemed to not remember a damn thing it might be possible they get along a little better though he wasn’t sure why he would want to. “Oh, sweetheart, I am just about as hard to piss off as it is for you to piss someone off.” He stated almost proudly sarcasm oozing from his words. Even without her seeming ability to not know who she is, she still had that pride about her, something they both shared that caused them to not like each other, among many other reasons. He couldn’t help but laugh how nonchalant she was about her death. It was almost refreshing for her to actually know what a pain in the ass bitch she is. “Someone already did,” he told her confidently, “but I got the justice.” She didn’t even do anything that pissed him off enough at least not in that moment, she had done plenty prior that the present moment didn’t matter, he had become someone else that night, someone he had grown way too familiar with but he still didn’t regret it for a single minute, besides it meant he relieved her from her own miserable life. “You love money, I love the booze but love women most of all so I fuck all the bitches just not you.” He stated nonchalantly with a smug smirk but he still wasn’t about to turn down a drink, present company included or not, “so do I take that as a yes in attempt to change my mind?” He teased as he started to guide her towards the nearest bar, he could probably find every single one with his eyes closed by this point. “After you,” he offered trying not to be too obnoxiously obvious treating her like a lady wasn’t torture for him. “Sometimes it is good to know a guy with connections so you buy ME the drink? Well that would be my pleasure.” He grinned with a playful waggle of his eyebrows.

“So pretty much not hard to piss you off at all. Gotcha’, I’ll take care of not doing it now then.” She answered with the same sarcasm, tilting her head slightly as she observed and listened to him. Somehow, she started to like him already. He seemed to be different than the other guys just pretending to be someone too good when really they weren’t. It was almost great to meet someone who admitted they were quite bad to start with. “So I died twice? Meh, I’m gonna start counting then.” She shrugged slightly. “Hey who knows, maybe third time’s the charm, in this life, we can maybe be friends.” She said with a slight laugh. “Aw, that’s not very nice. Are you me-phobic or something?” Her tone was still sarcastic, she didn’t care much about it in fact. She was one to try to get what she wanted anyway. “I might attempt to, yes. Just because you’re quite a jerk, I like you. And I also want to annoy you a little.” She admitted, making a face. She was good at annoying people, that could even be her career if she wanted to. Entering the bar, she gave him a look, raising her eyebrows. “Look at you being a gentleman. Admit that kind of hurts to do so deep down, doesn’t it?” She shook her head slightly. “I buy you the drink, it won’t even make a dent in my fortune, your pleasure is quite cheap darling.”

Amara stood silent as he listened. He wanted her to feel like she had an ear to talk to. Something he had wished he had too but never got. “I understand.” He admitted. He didn’t need her to tell him. He could feel what she meant, the misery was pretty much all he could scent from her soul, and the pain, the sadness, but along with that was the strength and the bravery. “I’ve been betrayed and hurt by people too. My brother fought me, hurt me and locked me away. Alone, in emptiness, darkness, and solitude for billion of years. Where I kept crying, and screaming for forgiveness, or just to.. Actually die for it to stop. But now. I’m just looking for someone to understand me. Not to betray me again and attempt to kill me like he did.” Dean. He still felt betrayed for that, it was gonna take him long to feel otherwise. “And I don’t want to die for being myself.” He looked down for a second, before he wrapped an arm around Bela, placing his chin on top of her head. “So I understand. And I’ll protect you. I promise.” And it meant a lot coming from him. He was always one to keep his promises. He wasn’t a liar, unlike his brother. “An angel? Ew, no.” He answered before letting out a laugh. “I’m a celestial entity. The Darkness. But you can call me Amara.”

“How would you-..” However, she listened when he started explaining. She listened to him silently, looking at him as she integrated each word. “You do understand.” She only answered in a whisper. For so long, she had wanted for the pain to stop. Pain that she didn’t remember where it came from, but that was here. She had fought against it, so badly, and she had found a way out. But she had ended up dead because of it, because she had tried to live. “Thank you.” She repeated slowly, closing her eyes for a second. She had to admit that she did feel safe at this moment. “The Darkness?” She asked, slightly surprised as she straightened herself up. “Of course, there’s only me to pray and be answered by the Darkness.” She mumbled. “It’s nice to meet you Amara. I’m Bela.”

*· ☆,.- Faith had been stumbling intot he room, because, well, someone had told her it would be a vampire nest. However, now, with the woman snapping at her like this, she felt rather stupid about it. “Not lost, but more a fool, as it seems,” she frowned while stuffing her stake back into one of her pockets. “False alarm, sorry, darling. Thought some bullshit was going on here, but it was obvously only someone who’d wanted to make a fool out of me…”

Bela had been trying not to sound too harsh. She knew she was on edge lately, but no one had anything to do with it. Nodding slowly at her words, she looked at the stake the young woman in front of her had, and bit her lips at the thought of asking. Could she ask her for help? Maybe, maybe it wasn’t going too far. “You’re some kind of hunter, aren’t you?” She asked, furrowing her brows slightly. “What if you didn’t come here uselessly? I might need help to deal with a monster of my own.”

While Amara couldn’t really understand what she meant, he tried. She seemed genuinely scared, and somehow the Darkness wanted to help. So, he walked a bit closer to her, sitting down by her side. “Did he say anything that could make you think he’ll start again?” Somehow, he felt like this human could help him understand them more. And somehow, she was not annoying him. “He won’t hurt you again. You just have to call me, I’ll protect you. And nothing in existence can stop me. Except my brother, but we’re in rather good terms now.”

Bela hadn’t quite thought about it. Nothing Dean had said was making her think he’d kill her again if she remembered some things, but nothing denied it either. “I don’t know. But he didn’t seem to like me. Or the other me. But I-.. I don’t want to die.” She admitted now, as she looked up to him. “I don’t know why he did it, he just mentioned I pissed him off but I don’t mean to. I just want someone to understand.” Understand what? Her brain screamed right back. I don’t know, her memories just answered. She just wanted someone to understand what she had been through, but she couldn’t remember what it was. Letting out a sigh, Bela let her head fall against the man’s shoulder. “Thank you.” She finally said, before she looked back at him. “You sound pretty powerful.. Are you an angel?”

“sure that is one way that you could put it.” the male spoke as he looked up from the paper in front of him. “but i don’t think that i could believe that there isn’t something wrong with this place. there is something that is jut throwing me off, and if it’s the last thing i do i will get to the bottom of whatever it is.” the male continued as he set the pen down. the male’s lap top left behind in riverdale left the male having to write physically for the time being but it wasn’t stopping him from analyzing everything that he came across in the version of washington that he had found himself in.

Somehow, Bela couldn’t have helped herself and listened to what the young man was saying. She knew something was wrong with this place. In fact, she was pretty much certain she had always known, but now that she had proof that her memories weren’t what it used to be? She couldn’t say if she had known what was up with this place or not. “Good luck.” She only said, before she moved closer, sitting in front of him. “There is a lot wrong with this city. With the people in it too.” She pointed out, as she took a deep breath. “If I tell you what I know, can I get on with you to find out what this is all really about?”

“You asked for help.” The young man pointed out. Seconds after he had appeared in this house maybe too big for this young woman alone, Amara was already making it home for himself. “I’m not usually the one answering those prayers, my nieces and nephews are. So, what can I help you with?” He asked, walking closer to her as he took the drink from her hand. “Stop drinking, maybe. Thanks for the drink.” He shrugged, as he drank the full glass in less than a second before he put down the glass. 

“Right..” It got out in a whisper. What could he help her with? She had no ideas. She had no idea why she had called for help, why she had even thought of it as a good idea. “I guess you..” Silence. “I have no ideas.” She admitted, letting out a slight groan of disapproval when he took her drink from her. “Hey..” Bela didn’t even try to protest, rubbing her forehead with a hand. “I’m just.. Scared. There’s that guy that.. I guess I could’ve appreciated him but he killed me. And I knew but he just-.. He didn’t tell me how. And now I know, and I’m terrified and I don’t know what to do.”

“I am just happy to reunite you two. She’s been so worried, that is why I have known for sure that she isn’t a stray” she said and sighed. “Because I have seen a ton of stray cats in my days and they normally don’t act so nervous and scared. But yes, I’ll give you my address so you can come and collect her. I know for a fact that she wants to see you again.

Bela smiled at her words and nodded. “She was one. For a while, it might be why she was so worried.” She tilted her head. “One day I came home and saw this adorable siamese kitten on the side of the road looking just.. Afraid and I took her with me. She never left me since then. She doesn’t usually leave the house either.” She shrugged slightly. “Thank you so much, you’re saving my life.”

He gave her a curious look when she actually seemed to be complimenting him on the fact he brutally butchered her several months back, something she obviously had no recollection of. She still seemed to be close enough to the same person he remembered even all the way down to admitting to being a thief. She did seem to have different ideas on what it actually meant to be one but once a thief, always a thief. “Or would that be well done to you at the fact you actually managed to piss me off enough?” It was a legit question however it didn’t take much to push him over the edge despite the fact he tried to watch his temper more often but something went on inside of his head that night that caused him to completely snap. She didn’t even do anything besides exist and get too close and he was even the one that interfered in her space. It was something he knew if Sam knew about, he would disappoint him and that was the only remorse he felt from giving her exactly what she deserved. What he should have done years ago. His face broke into a smirk the question clearly a joke because he knew it didn’t take much, “by the way, before you ask, you DID have it coming.” He informed her, “but trust me, Princess, once a thief, always a thief, dying still doesn’t change the fact you’re a bitch and growing your wealth is still greedy so no fancy bullshit words is going to change that” Although he had to admit, she was a nicer one but he’d never fully confess that to her, he snorted, “and you think I do? Please learn to take a joke, babe, I was kidding, you wish I’d date you.” Hearing those words come out of her mouth was amusing enough he wished he had gotten it on video so if the day came where she actually would remember her old life, he could use it to rub it in face. However on the other side of that, she did just hard reject him for a fake date. “I am sorry,” he laughed obnoxiously, “did you just suggest we fuck? I mean no offense, HONEY, you’re cute and all but I don’t fuck bitches but who knows maybe after a few drinks,  I might change my mind.” He joked sarcastically, “so do I trust drinks are on you to find out?” He smirked.

“I have that ability, yeah. I tend to piss off a lot of people. Are you that hard to piss off, though?” A smile appeared on her lips. She knew most people weren’t that hard to annoy, she could do it quite easily actually, but now she was taking that for a challenge. “Oh yeah, I’m sure I had it coming, I’m surprised no one killed me before you did” She admitted, wincing a bit a the idea. Actually, she didn’t care if she had to die because of how she was. She had it coming. “Oh yeah, my deadly sin, greed. I love money, you surely can’t blame me for that, can you?” She asked with a smirk. She wasn’t going to pretend she wasn’t a greedy thief, she knew way too much that indeed she was. If she could lie in a bed made of money, she would, and she’d probably steal all of it to bring it back home at the same time. “I am sorry, did you just suggest having drinks was a date? You date bitches but don’t fuck them, that’s a strange way to live, my darling.” She answered with a raise of her eyebrows. “Drinks are on me, that’s my way to pay you for.. Well, helping me to find my car.”

A beaming smile formed on her lips the more the other spoke because that was the way the cat she had rescued looked like. “Yep, that is the tiny little baby that is currently in my apartment” she chuckled and then sighed. “You wanna come with me so I can reunite you two?” the blonde haired guardian asked, tilting her head to the side.

Bela felt so much more relief at the confirmation that the cat the other had was indeed Lira. A sigh of relief escaped her and she closed her eyes for a second. “Oh my, thank you.” She whispered, before nodding immediately. “Yes, yes of course I’m coming. Thank you so much, you can’t.. Even imagine how much she means to me.”

After the storm, Cornelia was relieved to be out again and go back to her normal life. No injuries, nothing. She knew just how lucky she was and she didn’t take it for granted. Reading a book, just drinking in the sun, she looked up when she heard someone talk to her. “A cat?” she asked, tilting her head to the side before she smiled. “It’s your lucky day because I rescued a cat after the storm. She looked so scared so I couldn’t just let her roam the streets all alone” standing up, she closed the book and put it in her bag. 

Bela felt almost immediately relieved at her words, even though she didn’t know if it was indeed Lira or not. Lira was probably the only living being that Bela actually liked, and she couldn’t quite explain why. “Really?” She asked, taking a deep breath. “She’s a.. Tiny Siamese cat. When I say tiny it’s like.. Take a normal cat, cut it in half and that’s how big she is, she’s literally a half-cat.”