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Thank you soooo much <3 This means a lot <3

Warm blood trickled down her leg, as she struggled against the hand that was now gripping her throat tight. Her long, painted nails clawed at that unfailing grip. Her efforts at trying to plant her feet firmly into the ground to stop him from pushing her backwards didn’t work either. He was much stronger than her petite form could match. Straining and struggling, Stella was beginning to tire out, her chest heaving hard to get some air into her lungs. Though, hearing that Kalyan wasn’t dead brought a sliver of relief to her, a silver lining around the dark cloud that was gathering around her. Her supernatural husband will continue to live. This surreal place didn’t affect him thankfully.

As his grip tightened, Stella felt her vision begin to blur. Black spots appearing before her eyes, clouding her vision. Just as she was beginning to embrace the idea of death by strangulation at the hands of a creepy man with knife fingers, he let go. The brunette fell like a rag doll, gasping and coughing as she massaged her abused neck while greedily taking in gulps of air.

By the time she managed to sit up, she felt the atmosphere around them shift. The eerie music once again filtered in. Widened eyes darted from one side to the other. Clowns with holes, closing in on her. Her heartbeat sped up, racing like a wildly so much so that she could hear the drumming in her ears. But, as the clowns stepped closer, something niggled at Stella’s brain. ‘Who knows, dreamworlds are fickle.’ “Dreamworld. This is just a dream,” she muttered under her breath, slowly sitting up straighter. Kalyan’s words continued to echo in her ears and, along with her own heartbeat, drowned out the creepy music. 

Another thing that she realised was, that the thought of Kalyan’s death had terrified her more than the clowns or the holes. Sure they still disgusted her, and made her skin crawl, but the cold dread that she had felt when she saw those knives tear through his chest, was unparalleled. Wasn’t he trying to push her towards the pipes? Stella looked back at the hissing, steaming pipes behind her. She knew it was going to hurt as hell, but maybe that’s what she needed. The wound had woken Kalyan up, hadn’t it?

She was glad that her tormenter had moved back to give those clowns space. Hopefully, she’ll be able to make it. “You can’t scare me, you sick fuck!” She roared as she heaved herself to her feet — fuelled by a surprising amount of adrenaline —and sprinted to the pipes despite the cut on her leg still bleeding and paining like a bitch. Because he had pushed her back towards them, when he was busy strangling her, there wasn’t much distance to cover. Closing her eyes, Stella braced herself and took a deep breat, then pressed herself against the pipes. “AAAHHHH!” The scream that erupted almost tore at her lungs.

“For fuck sakes, Stella, what!?” He muttered sharply as the other had started to talk “ I’m fiiine, get off it already.” Rolling his eyes a bit then he snarled slightly before looking away from her when she continued to talk “ Yeah, well my health isn’t very fragile.” Nodding then as she continued “ I’m not human, five bullets is really nothing.” He laughed then before adjusting himself to get more comfortable.

As she teased him he made a disregarding noise at her “ Oh please. You don’t actually believe something that stupid, do you?” He smirked back, thinking about how Human, Stella truly was. A favored creature, indeed. Leaning back in the chair he continued on listening to Stella, glancing lazily around the room and giving a nod every couple of seconds “ My dad usually abandons his children and summons weapons out of a ring.” He laughed, then shook his head at the idea of the person he called father, being his father.

While Stella had been asking him twenty questions he narrowed his eyes slightly “ You were shot, you need medicine, correct?” Then as she went on he grumbled “ What, am I not allowed to have more clothes, what do you mean where did I get them? What’s it to you, they are my clothes.” He gestured to the soup then and waited for her to finish. Once she had he moved to the window and dealt with that before Stella was commenting on it “ Well you can’t just walk out of the front door, now can you? And the windows in these places aren’t easy to crawl out of. So yes, destroying the window.

Though there wasn’t any time to sit and have conversation about it when he had just ripped a window out of a wall. They had needed to go so he scooped the other up and climbed onto the opening he had just made, blood dripping onto the white windowsill before he jumped off and down to the ground below. Crouching as she commented on his landing he gave a bit of a sneer ” Well, let’s just say I’ve had a lot of practice in landing, hm?“ He knew he could have landed a lot better than he had, but given the circumstances, it hadn’t been the best way to land. As she then told him she could walk he let her go and do just that.

Standing then Kalyan inhaled deeply before looking around ” Yes, a car. Right this way. “ He points in the direction they would need to go then and then starts walking, keeping in pace with her as they made their way to it. At her question though he had to laugh before turning his head away ” Oh, probably five, major laws. Maybe…I haven’t actually stopped to think about it.“ Kalyan continued walking with Stella till they were at the car "Climb in the back and have a nice rest till we get to this destination of yours.” A moment later he was in the front seat and starting the car, ready drive once Stella had secured herself.

While she didn’t believe that he was unscathed, that snarl definitely prevented her from pressing the matter. She didn’t want to irk him when he had been so good to her, through all the madness they had been through today. So, she shut her gab and focused on the soup. Though, she did enjoy teasing him about how he’d called her pretty. However, at the mention of his father the brunette seemed equal parts curious and confused. Summon weapons out of a ring? Whatever did that mean? But, one thing was clear, he did harbour some sort of unpleasantness towards the person — supernatural beings were persons too, right? Not in the mortal sense of it but, a person nonetheless — he had just referred to as dad.

With a sigh, she put a pause on her questions. They’ll have plenty of time to argue once they were some place safe. Hopefully. “I was just asking because...” She glanced down at the hospital gown that was a little too flimsy for running away from the bad guys.  “You don’t have any more to spare, do you?” The brunette asked, finishing the last of her soup. “I wouldn’t mind your bullet riddled t-shirt from before,” she added with a soft laugh. That was purely in jest.

Jumping out of a window was definitely not her first choice, but — as Kalyan had pointed out —it was their own reasonable one. So, she didn’t question him any more and let him take the lead. As she stood there on the sidewalk, in a short hospital gown, though, she couldn’t help blushing in embarrassment. It was one of those rich brat moments in which she thought, ‘I hope I’m not found dead in this.’

Walking didn’t hurt as much as she had anticipated it would. Maybe it was the painkillers that were still numbing the pain that would hit her soon. But, for now she could comfortably walk, albeit slowly, with Kalyan and hold a conversation. “Five major laws? Not bad,” she joked. They reached their getaway car, quicker than Stella has thought, and good too because she was beginning to get tired. Stupid injury!

A gust of wind brushed against her arm, that seemed cooler than she felt. More like wet. Confused, she looked down at her arm only to see a smear of blood. “What the—” before she could complete her sentence, she noticed a big patch on the gown that she was wearing. It couldn’t be hers, she didn’t feel the stitches rip. Wait, her stitches were on the other side. “Kalyan... you’re bleeding.”

Her eyes slowly rose to meet his, the warm hues swimming with worry. “Did you let any of the nurses even check you?” She didn’t care if they were in a hurry. He was hurt and in need of medical attention. Without waiting for a reply, she reached under his jacket to feel the side of his abdomen that was against hers when they jumped out of the window. “Good god! Kalyan!” She stared at him wide, unsettled by the blood on her palm.

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Hey, dear anon!

This is my rp indie blog, and I don't do rp help. Though, I did help my dear friend @jacktherph with a few names. I had some time on my hands, and I guess I have a fair idea of my country (haha) so, here's a list of potential names, under the cut.

Quite frankly Jeremiah didn’t realize just how he was seeming to act until Stella said what she did. So wrapped up in the real threat that was now posed to her, her safety was all that he could think about right now … or at least it was until she expressed her concern. Looking to her with a sharp expression, it was only a brief moment later that Jeremiah’s features softened a bit before a hand came and drug down over his face, letting out a heavy sigh as he shook his head and took the bottle that was offered to him. 

“No … no I’m not breaking up with you,” he spoke softly, bringing the beer to his lips to take a good and long drink from before he began. “You know I do my best to keep you from harm, right?” looking to her, his expression grew more sober as he spoke. “Somethings come up … and I need to be able to keep you close for a while until I can get it sorted out…”

The sharp expression made Stella feel a little guilty about even making a joke about such a thing. She’d thought it’d make him smile but, she was clearly wrong. “I was just kidding,” she added softly, giving him an apologetic smile. Seeing him so distraught made her sigh. God, she felt so helpless. Slowly, she took a seat beside him, turning to look at him with an open and understanding expression. Whatever it was he wanted to talk about, she wanted him to know he had her full attention.

“I know you were, if not it wouldn’t have taken so much effort on my part.” The words certainly just teasing, his eyes shining a little with mirth. “But I am very glad that I didn’t make you uncomfortable, that was never my intention. “And… I am flattered that you think that, and I like to think that really is the kind of person I am.” Regardless of if it is true… He knew his brothers would not necessarily agree with her, but that didn’t matter. 

“I truly doubt that you could do so at this point.” He winked at her a little and smiled as he nodded and returned his attention to the menu. “Very well. I am partial to stuffed mushrooms, and to calamari. Perhaps we could get one of the samplers, and get 3 or 4 different things.” he suggested, glancing up at her as he spoke before he looked back down.

"Touche!” She chuckled. Those shining hues of his were too alluring, and Stella felt a magnetic attraction. As if, she’d known him for a long time. Which obviously wasn’t possible, since Marcos was a recent client of hers. Smiling warmly at his response to the compliment. She genuinely felt comfortable with him, maybe a little too comfortable for her mental peace even. What were those feelings, Stella decided to go sort them out later, at home. For now, she would enjoy her date.

The party was in full swing. The happy couple seemed unable to keep their eyes, or hands, off of each other ever since the priest pronounced them as newly weds. “Ugh,” the brunet groaned looking away from the nauseating display of affection. Sure it was their happy day, but it wouldn’t harm them to behave a little decently. Thankfully, there was endless supply of alcohol, courtesy of the doe-eyed couple.

Sipping on the champagne, Zain wondered why was he even there. Sure, he’d been invited but, it wouldn’t have been out of character for him to decline the invite, and send his wishes by post instead. Alas! At least, the view was nice. The vast expanse of the still lake waters, soothing to the eyes. The tranquility of the surrounding mountains, cocooning him in comfort. He took another sip of his drink. “Huh?” He frowned down at the empty glass at his lips.