#asksabrieldaughter

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Lucifer watched as the redhead lured her prey into a darkened corner of the bar with interest. He had known there was other vampires in town, heard rumours, seen the bodies in some cases, but he had yet to run into one. It wasn’t possible to tell how old she was, but she had been young when she was turned, and as disturbing as he found the idea of someone turning a college student - not exactly known for discretion or indulging in small quantities - it made him smile to see her use her youth, and her beauty to her advantage. As she slid into the human's lap, he wondered how many times people had mistaken her for just another naive student; a quick lay, needy and desperate and pretty enough to spare the time. How quickly they found themselves pushed against an alleyway wall in exactly the way they didn't plan. He quietly approached her, knowing she was too interested in her meal to notice him if he didn't make too much noise. The overwhelming smell of blood made his fangs ache with need and hunger. "Going to be any left for me, sweetheart?"

Lucifer blinked when something collided with him, something far smaller than him but happened to be barreling down the corridor at an impressive speed. Glancing down, he raised an eyebrow at the red head sprawled out on the floor. She was already flushing a deep shade of pink, scrambling to try and get up. There was several college books on the floor around her - Biology, he noted - fallen open. He was about to offer her a hand up when she apologised, already on her feet again. "It's fine, it's not your-" he started, but she was already picking up her books, although favouring her right hand. Come to think of it, it must have been a painful landing.  When she apologised again, making to move past him, he stood in her way. Shaking his head, he took the books out of her hand and put them on the table near them. Without a word, he took her hand in his, turning it over slowly and carefully.  "That looks like it could be a sprain," he muttered, more to himself than anything, "Best to keep any weight of it. Which means you are not carrying these," He picked up her books, holding them against his chest, "to your next class. Where is it? Come on, you're not gonna be cutting up any frogs with a fucked up wrist, huh?"

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[] No.

They'd been hostile. When she said they she mostly meant Dean. Sam had given her a small smile, but that was it, hiding the fact that he was glad to see her. Then it was Clarence and the archangel she'd never seen before. Their grace made her uncomfortable and every part of her told her to run far, far away. Then Dean had told her the rules and showed her which room she could use and how she couldn't wander around all the secret places. It had pissed her off which was why she'd locked herself inside her new room, staring up at the ceiling as she cursed the hatred people had against demons. She heard knocking on the door, probably Sam again, and refused to get out of bed. "Go away, Bullwinkle!" 

"Hey sweetie," He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead and then sitting down beside her, placing his coffee down on the table. "You're not usually up earlier than me, is everything okay?" He looked at her, his eyebrows knitted with a hint of confusion. Making sure that Amelia was okay was always his first priority, except when he was on a case; his first priority then was trying to stay alive so he could protect his daughter. As he stared at her his eyes drifted to the cushion behind her. It seemed like something had been hastily stuffed behind there as a small corner of what appeared to be a black notebook was peeking out from behind. "What's that?" He asked, nodding his head towards the mystery object.