The Light In the Darkness

She jumped lightly, not realizing where the person was, her hands tightened around themselves in front of her as she kind of stood there for a long moment, “I--I’m sorry. I didn’t know..” Her voice soft as she lifts a shaky hand and touches a shelf, judging the distance before  turning and slowly making her way to the door.

[growls, still walking towards her] I’m going to say this one last time: get the hell out of here, before I decide not to even let you walk away from this with your life.

-her hand curls into a fist- I told you not to threaten me again. and I told you to Back OFF! -lightning striking the ground right before Kacey as she started to back away before turning and running-

It doesn’t matter that you’re blind— you have other senses. I’m not different! [growls, her claws and fangs coming out as she stalks towards her] Yes, that’s exactly what I’ll do. [glances up at the sound of thunder] Your theatrics don’t scare me, and I’m not bluffing, so I suggest you leave— you’re lucky I’m even giving you the option.

I kind of need my sense of sight to know who I'm following. -stays where she is, hum of magic rolling through her- You haven't seen theatrics, you think I'm bluffing? That I wouldn't use it to protect myself? Threaten me again and it won't be a theatrics any more. Back off! 

[snarls, getting thrown back by the fae] No. we’re. not. And don’t even try feeding me that bullshit— you weren’t going home. You were supposedly following some “feeling” that led you to me. Or maybe you were just following me, period. Which I really don’t appreciate. [her eyes glow red] Now get the hell out of here and stop yelling right this second, or I will rip your head off. 

I was brought here because of you, -pushes her energy, thunder rolling above them- You think I'd follow you? How on Earth can I follow anyone, I'm blind! You are different, and you are not my mother nor my owner. You want to rip my head off, is that what you are resorting to, if I don't leave, you'll just kill me? 

[quietly growls] I am not like the rest of you, and you are not my friend.

YOU ARE! We weren't close, but we did hang around each other.

I’m not like the rest of you. And yeah, I do work there— I need something to pay the bills. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.

You are just like the rest of us, We are all friends, we all help each other. I didn't actually mean only coffee, they sell tea as well.

I don’t want to be seen anywhere, especially not with a supernatural. And I don’t like coffee.

But you are a supernatural...and you work at a coffee shop.. 

Jackson heard the scream nearby, and the smell of the wolfs bane was thick. It stirred his wolf and him growl. He ran towards the location seeing the young girl being pinned by the man attempting to harm her, the woman had a weird aura around her, it was purple and white. He rushed towards him, and tossing him down and beginning to take swings at his face, smelling the wolfs bane on the man which made his wolf more present, growling as he began to smash his face. “Please stop!” he yelled out, his face bloodied, he tried to stab Jackson, which only made him reply by yanking the knife, and grabbing his wrist and twist it to where it almost broke. He was whining, seeing him give up the struggle which satisfied his wolf. 

Lucy jumped, the man's aggression had caused the assailant to pull her forward, making her fall to the ground, her rod hitting the ground and rolling away, her hands fumbling at the gound as she could hear the connecting of a fist to the face of the man that had attacked her. He was pleading now, and it made her just want to shrink away, he was getting what he was dishing out and it made her partially happy, but she didn't enjoy hearing it, the loud thoughts of the man on the ground, pleading, as the other seemed to be anger, cause all she could sense was the anger in his thoughts. 

Right.

Wait, why? Don't you want to get some coffee? 

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Lucy was simply coming home, having stayed a little too late at the library, and not really knowing what it looked like outside, but the watch on her wrist, the one she'd come across when she was searching for something else, the watch with the braille number, Zane's christmas present she'd finally gotten around to using, accompanied by the necklace he'd given her as well as the one Marcus gave her, the heavy stone humming against her sternum, something that surprisingly made her calm, but what happened couldn't be calmed with a stone. The man had shoved her against the wall hard, something cold pressed against her throat, and pure fear rolled through her body, making her shake, "P--please." She whispered, her books and bag dropping to the ground, but that wasn't something she was focusing on, "Shut up you stupid brat." she felt his hand wrap around her wrist. The bade smelt, something strong, not sure what he had on hand she refused to move and find out. She was focused on not moving and the coming of footsteps, hoping it was help. A hushed curse passed the mans lips before he roughly pulled the blade away and started to take off, but not getting too far before something electric sounding echoed in her ears, but realizing they were hear for the man not her, letting out a calming breath.