Imogene Anan

Wind swept hair and a pretty little sun dress. She looks so simple and in such the wrong place. Hair down and soft, brushed simply...straight with bits of waves here and there. It's amazing how she lives her life, drifting from one person to another, addicting them to her presence so that they keep her clothed, fed, with a roof over her head.

Right now, however, she had a small apartment of her own, she got a very wealthy man to buy one for her. She has no property besides, no furniture save a bed, clothes kept in closets or in clothes baskets. The apartment walls painted by her own hands, murals sweeping from one end to the other. Some finished, some still in works.

She walked down the street, in the dark side of town, no shoes on her feet, no weapons...it appeared as if she had nothing but what she wore. Her gaze was directed to the ground before her...and she hummed lightly, music that churned over and again in her mind.

Imogene Anan

 Soulful eyes lift, a gaze of someone who looks far older than her body may say she is. She doesn't smile, her smile is broken. There are no smiles for her. Her full lips perce for a moment, before she rakes a hand through her hair, and then moves to side step him.

Her feet take her until she is shoulder to shoulder with him, her facing one way, him another. She does this to look up at him. She doesn't say a word for a moment, then her hand lifts and she touches her fingertips along his arm, from shoulder to wrist.

"Pretty."

This ...feeling from him. He was missing something or someone. It was verging on addiction, if not being one completely. She took in a deep breath, as if smelling that very thing..

"You miss something. . .or someone."

No, this being the rough dark part of town doesn't matter to her. She could care less if someone wanted to hurt her, like they'd be able to after being addicted to her well being. Things are tricky like that.

She walked in a circle around him, not touching him, but very close, far too far into his personal space. She wondered what he would be prone to being addicted to. Perhaps her voice. Perhaps she could get him to beg her to speak. She's done it before.

"I am not concerned with safety. Things aren't always what they seem."

Vawn Fione

*there was the soft rustle of feathers as she walked around him. He moved his wings out of her way. He loved Vawn's wings, love to wrap them around him. Not that Vawn minded...not in the least. He loved nothing more then to lay with his demon, feathers against flesh.

As she walked around him, she'd notice the slits in the back of his shirt, two parallel to his spine. *

"Both probably." *He smirks crossing his arms over his chest.*

"You have no idea little human....no idea."

Imogene Anan

 "I do." She paused, she was very keen on some issues. "I can feel it. I like it." She remained at his back, always curious, inquisitive. Why did he have holes in his shirt. She lifted her hand to touch them, then felt feathers, invisible feathers. A broad grin swept over her features.

"Oh. Sneaky."

She moved around to his side, brown doe-like eyes remained up on him for a moment and she chuckled lightly..well, it was more of a giggle. She was a woman, yet so like a little girl.

"You know what I know?"

There was a devilish little grin sprouting on her lips, and her brows wriggled, up and then down.

"You're going to like me...very much."

Vawn Fione

*He sucked in a breath, closing his as she touched the base of his wings. It paled in comparison to him but Vawn still enjoyed it.

But it still wasn't his incubus. He was more then enthralled, he'd given up his soul, literally, for his demon. He'd given up any chance of going home.*

"And why is that?"

Imogene Anan

"I will ..make you." She felt that he liked it. Her hand remained upon his wings, fingers in feathers. Her fingers curled there before she stepped up behind him, boldly wrapping arms around his middle while resting her head between wings. Cheek against softness. No asking. Just doing.

Her eyes squinted just a bit, and then...while he was still enthralled, still wanting his demon...he'd also want her touch. Her touch was maddeningly addictive now. He would be...addicted to her touch. The feel of her fingers on him, her arms around him, just like this...like a crack head jonesing after his high...

She'd be his high...for now.

Vawn Fione

*he stiffened, his feathers ruffled slightly, like the hair standing up on a cat's neck. He growls softly, because he had resisted it when Alex took him, when Carolin had taken him. He carefully takes her hands, caressing almost, as if playing up the want, then pull her arms off him and steps away from her. To fast it seemed, faster then humans anyways.

There was anger there, a promise of violence.*

"You stupid girl. you Stupid Stupid girl!"

Imogene Anan

She's grinning, like a Cheshire cat. That addiction. She loves to make them, loves to feel them even more. She could make more too, more. Make him want her so badly, make him crazy with it. It is how she gets her things in life. How she makes her way.

"I'm crafty. I would almost say that I am genius." She spins a bit, dancing in this moment of sheer joy for her. To make people angry. To make them feel. It was her goal, after all. Just to make them feel.

She turned then, hands outstretched to him, fingers spread wide, and she built on the addiction she created. Built on it. Made it hotter and harder to deny.

"I am right...here."

Vawn Fione

*He moved too fast to be human, never mind the wings. He grabbed her arm and yanked her towards him roughly, then turns and pushes her against the nearest wall. No hard enough to hurt to, but none to gently.

His hand wrapped around her throat carefully, high up so his thumb and forefinger held her face to look at him.*

"You've no idea what your dealing with. So want is your trick. Can you feel it then. Can you feel it riding inside of me? What you are a pale imitation of?"

*He laughs, choked and pained* "I would give you to him...if he'd want you...but he doesn't like women."

Imogene Anan

She laughs! Oh does she laugh. She laughs like she's being played with, and she's playing with him. She hooks her mind onto that addiction of him..to the demon...and she starts to bleed it. Starts to tear it from him, it is difficult. and probably wouldn't get all of it away from him, probably only a slight amount, but enough to make it so she doesn't pale so much.

"Ooo..baby, I like it rough." She teased him over her shoulder, and she chuckled in deep tones of laughter. "Hurt me...mmmn. I'll make it worth your while."

And maybe she's not being serious, maybe she enjoys toying with people. But whatever it is...she's not afraid of him. Then again, she's not afraid of being hurt, or dying really either.

Vawn Fione

*The problem with angels and demons is that they don't quite follow the normal rules. There was still that holy fire in his eyes, that angelic height. But tainted. As she dug into his addiction, he felt it....felt the pain.

He pulls back and tosses her to the ground, not caring if he inflicted pain on her. He steps back and clutches his chest. He needed to fine Alex, need Alex to fix the damage she inflicted on him.

Vawn was a punished one. He knew the greatest pain , the pain of the fall and the pain of knowing he could rise again. The pain of absence. But now. Now all he cared about was that the tie that bond him to Alex was in jeopardy, like a g great vein that she'd split open and now bled slowly.*

"Little whore."

Imogene Anan

"Mine.."

She had fallen to her hands and knees, scraped up her palms some in the process, but she turned over to sit, and she slowly started standing. Her eyes remained on him, dark almost hypnotizing swirling depths of brown.

"Mineminemine...mine.."

She tugged harder, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth and used all the power she'd ever used in her short little life to tear it from him, to rip it.

"MINE!"

Vawn Fione

*He could feel it, like hands inside his chest ripping off pieces. He could feel Alex stir somewhere in the city, knowing that his little pet angel was dangerously close to be lost. His wings flared out, as if they could let the pain out like heat.

He lashes out, striking her with the back of his hand.*

"NO"

*his senses hummed, while the barrier on his hypersensitivity were dangerously close to breaking. She was out of her league though, Alex's power didn't lay in just want, just need. It was feeling to. It was his ability to numb Vawn's soul from the pain of his banishment.

He panted softly. His hand slowly returning to caress her cheek.*

"Stop. Stop before you hurt yourself."

Imogene Anan

For a moment, she sits, her mind still wrapped up in him, in his desires and his addictions. The addiction is still there, to her. To her touch and presence. She remembered being slapped like that so many times before. It didn't seem to phase her at all.

The touch, however, seemed to do more. The caress.

"I don't....I don't know how." Yes, she did know how, but something inside her made her think he really was angelic, he had wings, didn't he?

"..you can save me."

Vawn Fione

*He laughs, shaking his head, he pulls her up though, smoothing his hand across her red cheek. His hand glowed softly, warm like the sun filtered though white curtains. The sting and throb would fade.*

"No. I cant save you. I cant save anything."

*There was a harshness, a bitterness in him still. He addiction was there, but it was not stronger then Alex's hold on him. But oddly enough she gave him a little hope. He smoothes his healing hand over the scratches he'd given her.*

"No one can be saved....you can only save yourself."

*He chuckles to himself.*

"But I will keep you."

Imogene Anan

"Keep?"

Her gaze looked quizzical, somewhat confused, then it turned into warmth in her brown eyes.

"Yes, keep."

Bare toes curled on the cement beneath them, and she sighed at the feeling of being healed. He already did save her, in a way. Save her from hurting her head from trying to unweave something she probably couldn't anyway.

"Imogene.." as if she whispered imagine in French, only...it was her name. "I am..Imogene."

Vawn Fione

*He looked down at her, and gently ran his fingertips though her hair. In all truthfulness, she was a doll, a substitute for his Host. His angels that he'd abandoned for Alex's touch. *

"My name is Vawn."

*There must have been something about him that drew them to him. Those who so eagerly meant to control him. Caroline caused the hand of mercy to cast him from heaven. Alex kept him simply as a pet. And now. This mortal.*

Imogene Anan

She didn't want to control him, in truth. She just wanted him to stay near her. She wanted to look on him some more. She wanted to feel those soft wings.

"I didn't want you to go."

Her words were softer there, held in the arms of this lovely man, she felt protected, needed, and wanted. She dared to smile a touch. Dared to let herself shine.

"I just...didn't want you to leave me."

Vawn Fione

"That's what she wanted."

*He smirks, musing on the past, musing on the fact that his host hated him....but this one wouldn't hate him. And to think he normal disliked mortals. But...maybe a pet was just what he needed.

He leaned into whisper into her ear softly.*

"Hold on."

Imogene Anan

 She'd spent her life making pets of her own, she'd never been one. The thought of being kept was nice, however.

She frowned some, a slight look of curiosity filtered over her features, yet she wrapped her arms around him, and she did just that. She held on, then a bit of excitement shot through her.

"Oh...you're going to fly?"

Her heart, it just skipped a beat.

Vawn Fione

*He didn't answer, he simply wrapped his arms around her and spread his wings, though still invisible. The wind picked up around them as he stepped into the shadows. Then they were air born, straight up before arching and dropping the cloak on his wings, they spread out above him, an ashen color, not quite the color of a dove.*

Imogene Anan

"Oh..."

It was the sound of surprise mixed with pleasure. Thrill, excitement, and happiness all rolled into one. Her fingertips pressed against his skin a little harder, she then suddenly grew afraid.

"Y-you won't drop me...will you?"

Her head lifted, and dark brown eyes looked for confirmation on his face, in his own eyes.

"Please...d-don't drop me."

Vawn Fione

*He grinned, a little cruelly, and his arms loosened slightly, then drew her a little closer.*

"No...I wont drop you."

*He smiles softly, holding her while he glided across the DC sky line. After a while he stopped, perching carefully on the corner of a high-rises. He sat down, settling her down in his lap.*

Imogene Anan

When his hold loosened, she yelped, then almost purred when he held her tighter. She nuzzled her face against his neck as they flew. It had been the most beautiful thing she'd ever felt in all of her life.

Sitting in his lap, her hands rested lightly on his thighs on either side of her own. If she were afraid of heights...this would be terrible.

"They cut into my head." She spoke it lightly. "They cut into me. A lot.." She rested back against him, and her eyes still sifted over the sky-line. "I was in a cage. They cut off all my hair...I still have scars.."

She lifted her arm to where it appeared she'd been repeatedly bound at the wrists, she had an old scar, looked pin-point now, but it was where they put in the IV.

"I think they made the voices come."

Vawn Fione

*He knew it was partly her hold on him, partly the addiction like a worm curling into his stomach. But it was nice to have something of his own to keep. He shifted his weight slightly, his wings curled around them partly to block the wind but not the view. He pulled one leg up, bent at the knee while the other hung off the edge.

His fingers preened her hair gently, as he sometimes had to do when the twins where to rough with him. *

"Humans are fools. They cant understand anything so they'll cut each other up to figure it out. I've watched it since the beginning of time.."

Imogene Anan

"You won't let them hurt me again...will you?" She lowered her head a bit to rest her cheek against his knee, and she closed her eyes. It seemed perfectly normal to be up here.

"I won't ever hurt you...I'm sorry if I did already."

Her fingers curled lightly into the pants covering his legs and she all but whimpered. Being cared for, it wasn't something she'd ever experienced.

"I promise..I'll always be yours if you keep me safe."

Vawn Fione

"Promises are empty things, pet. The world will forever conspire against them."

*He continued to finger comb her hair, staring out at the city. He rested his chin against his free hand, his elbow propped against his knee beside her head.*

"And you wont always be mine....you'll die and pass on to another plane."

Imogene Anan

"For as long as I can be here."

Then she did something she'd never did before. She gave herself an addiction. Him. His presence. She willed herself to want to be near him always.

"Such a pessimistic view. I've never broken a promise.." She'd never made one before.

Vawn Fione

*he snorts softly, shaking his head*

"When you've seen all that I have....you become a bit of a pessimist. When you've seen heaven everything else is a pale reminder of perfection."

Imogene Anan

She turned some, so that she could look at him. One of her doctors had said she could see heaven in Imogene's eyes. Part of her was innocent still. The part that was too naive to see and recognize all the bad that had happened to her.

"You're not. You are perfection."

She lifted her hand to caress his cheek and she smiled softly. She then lifted herself to kiss his opposite cheek from her hand, before she settled back down against him.

"I've seen heaven."

Vawn Fione

*He stared out at the city, almost as if he didn't even see her. His hand still preening her hair like one might pet a cat*

"You think you've seen heaven, because you haven't actually seen it. "

*He leans back, fluffing his wings a little and yawns. At least she lessened the want for Alex.*

Imogene Anan

"I have." At least...she believed it. She moved up to get on her knees for a moment, then faced him, and she rested on his lap once more, almost straddling his body. She then smiled softly.

"I died...I died for fifteen minutes and thirty two seconds. I have seen heaven...and my heart cries for it every day."

She then lowered her head, so she could rest it upon his shoulder. IT had been one of the failed experiments. One that had made her die...they revived her. It could explain the voices. It could simply be damage to her brain.

She clutched herself to him then, so afraid he'd disappear, that this was all just her imagination.

"They took me from it. There wasn't anymore pain."

Vawn Fione

"Careful...no falling off."

*he let her rave, carefully slipping one arm around her, almost like one might placate a child.*

"Is that why you walk bare foot though the streets? You're looking for death to take you back?"

Imogene Anan

She nuzzled her face into his neck, and she nodded quietly. She didn't speak for a moment, but only sighed.

"I am not afraid to die. It's nice. No pain. You go to somewhere wonderful. Why should people worry about death so much? It's just..silly to."

But she wasn't taking into consideration the evil, those who went to another place when they died.

Vawn Fione

*He placed his hand on her head, still never looking directly at her. His palm itched. He could end it for her. She was a willing soul. He could call Uriel and send her along.

But he was such a selfish child. He pulled her close to him, keeping her tucked against him.*

"Go away Uriel...."

Imogene Anan

She didn't question him or who it was he spoke to. All she did was close her eyes and relish the moment she was in, with him. From this position, she couldn't see his face, or at least, not all of it.

She watched him, or what she could of him, and she sang softly. It seemed like a haunting tune that was always stuck in her head, because it was. Her mind played this endlessly sweeping song in her mind. It moved her to dance sometimes. Just, not now. Now it moved her to sing a wordless song on a soft yet sweet voice. She sang him her song, one of such heartbreak.

Vawn Fione

*He kept staring out at the city. Cold and unmovable it seemed. Her song made images float up in his mind. He closes her eyes, trying to push it out of his mind. He didn't want to see those faces, both angry for his resignment to remaining bound as he was, and sadness because he couldn't give it up for them, could not hold them. He sighs softly, shaking his head.*

"I have no home, little one."

Imogene Anan

 "You can have a home with me. I have one." She remained held like this, like a child, warm and protected. "It isn't much. I haven't got much, but it's yours to share if you like."

She let her eyes drift close before she turned her head to brush her lips against his shoulder, a soft chaste kiss offered to his skin.

"You are welcome...always."

Vawn Fione

"You'll catch cold out here."

*He stands slowly, drawing her up with him. He looks down at her and brushes her hair away from her face.*

"Poor child of Eve."

*He gathers her up again, holding her.*

"Where?"

Imogene Anan

She says it, the address, it's actually something of an upper-class building. The apartment she has. She tells him it's on the fourteenth floor, but we all really know what floor that is. It's 13 with a luckier name. She tells him that her balcony is on the north east corner of the building. She also tells him that the door to the balcony is open. She has nothing to steal anyway.

Her smile was warmer as she kept her arms tight around him. She'd have someone to share things with, even simple things like laughs, and touches, and words.

"You keep me warm."

Vawn Fione

*He lifted her easily then toke to the air again, gliding like a great bird of prey. Angel...don't hate me, for taken comfort in someone else.

He toke her home, then carefully sets her down and nudges her into the room gently.*

"Go to sleep, little one. I'll be here when you wake."

Imogene Anan

The apartment was ...pretty empty. There were a few boxes, a couple of them were empty, but those clothes were hung in her closet. Those dishes were in the kitchen. She had a television, but it sat on a milk crate. She had no couch, no chairs. The bed was nothing more than a box spring and mattress on the floor.

She offered a quiet smile, as she edged into the bedroom.

"Good night Vawn...and thank you...for saving me."

From what? Who is to say, but it was how she saw it now.

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