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[Talin]

| Jael || Serea || Aluuris |​

Jael closed her frosty blue eyes to the morning sun. White blonde locks lay in disarray about her head, her dreams were plagued once again. The face of a demon, screaming for her. She shuddered as she tried not to allow the image to permeate her brain. Slipping from the bed she padded to the small kitchenette and drank from the carton, she was allowed she was the only one that lived here. Pale white skin, the same color as the milk she drank wrapped around her small form. She was 5’ 2” and lucky if she weighed more than a buck twenty. Her baby pink pajamas were appropriate and not perverse as most twenty on year old preferred. Jael didn’t drink or smoke, she didn’t curse, she had no piercings or tattoos, her white skin was flawless, not even a freckle or more to be found. Shoving the milk into the fridge once more she moved back to her bedroom, though her father had sentenced her to a life of hardship and misery Jael rebelled. It was the only time she had done so and daily she repented for it. But for one so young to marry a demon was beyond her scope of reality. She first slid into the shower and washed away the haze of sleep and the heavy thoughts that burdened her small body. After drying odd she moved to her bedroom.

Kneeling at her bedside she prayed to her father, her Maker. Jael was one of God’s ethereal beings; a protector of the human race, but when she needed protection, the most, her family had turned their backs on her. Stating that her fate was written even before she was born, she aimed to change that. She’d been away from heaven and living amongst the mortals, humans, for over a year now. She hid away her wings, appearing as faint tattoos on her shoulder blades, the only marks on her otherwise flawless skin. Rising Jael pulled open the curtains and allowed the sunshine in, only to find that God had taken it away and given her rain. Smiling, she didn’t mind it one bit. Sighing she moved about her apartment getting ready for work. Sliding her black slacks over her hips the heart shape of her rear hugged in the soft fabric. A decent bra and the trademark baby blue tee shirt donned she ran a brush through her hair and neatly set her white hair into a smooth ponytail. Sensible shoes and out the door she went slipping on her jacket and setting up her umbrella.

The walk was brief and the bell above the door tinkled gently as she entered. Greeted by most everyone in the little town’s only diner she smiled and greeted them all back. Slipping a pencil behind her ear and an apron around her waist she got to work. Order after order taken, each written in a beautiful script. the gleaming white counter she worked behind held a few customers and she prepared coffee and pie for one. Sitting it in front of him she smiled, her white cheeks rising to a pale pink as she blushed. His name was Marcus, every day since she had taken the job he came in, every morning it was pie and coffee and every afternoon it was ham on rye with swiss and a coke. Jael adored the sweet man that ran the gas station, but she couldn’t allow him to get close. No one could, she feared for their death if it were to happen. Sighing she shook off the thought and stepped back. Always keeping her distance. Icy orbs settled on a new customer and she wove through the sea of tables to the booth. “What can I get for you today?” He answered and she smiled, “Coming right up.” It was the town lawyer, he was kind but Jael knew he had dirty hands. Leaning against the counter she talked with Marvin, he was talking about something mundane so Jael slipped inside her head “Uh huh’s” and “Mmhmm’s” slid from her lips as she pondered life and how long she could stay in hiding, it was something she pondered every day.

 

[Blair1216]

Xavier sat in his car with the radio turned off and the windows rolled up. It took him a moment to register that he was sitting in front of the small town's diner, pacing himself to walk in and make light conversation with a girl he had been following for over a year. Well, she was certainly not just "a girl", but a pawn. Yes, she was a pawn, and as much as he hated to admit it, he was too. They were both pawns in Viktor's game.

Looking in the mirror, he stared at his own stone cold expression, trying to decided how he would make his move. Whatever it may me, it had to work. He could not afford to come home empty handed. Viktor wanted his bride to be now, and he was never a man to wait around. His navy blue eyes were surprisingly youthful, for he carried the presence of a man in his mid twenties, no older. He had a slight stubble dotting the line of his prominent jaw, and his hair was neatly styled and cut. Putting a hand to his face, he rubbed his cheek. When did he get so pale?

Xavier could say that what got him in his current position was rebellion, like many fallen angels, but that was not necessarily the case. It was loyalty, and while it was loyalty to the wrong person, that's what it was. He had always been the more silent type, yet strong on his own. The only person who had shown much interest in his was Viktor, a man who was about ten years older than Xavier in appearance, but a friend of his for years. So, of course, when Viktor caused a war of rebellion in the heavens, striking him down to rule the Underworld, Xavier had fallen as well. He was left to remain loyal to Viktor for eternity, and he had never regretted something so much in his existence.

Though, he knew his place. He knew Viktor favored him, and Xavier was never one to bruise loyalty. Being Viktor's right hand man, he was trustworthy, and he did his bidding with a curt nod. Sure, it was not the bravest, boldest thing to do, but what did he have to fight for?

So here he was, stepping out of the Black BMW in his expensive black suit and tie. He stood at a strong 6'2 with broad shoulders, a slender torso, and strong arms. He wasn't bulky, weight around 190, but he definitely left an impact with his presence. In fact, at the ding of the bell from the little diner's door, many people turned to look at him. He appeared as a handsome businessman, maybe from out of town, but certainly not born and bred in a town like this. But that was the point; standing out.

Unbuttoning his jacket and setting his cellphone on the counter, he sat down at a bar stool and looked over at the angelic blonde. She was stunning, but in a completely innocent way, and it took effort for him to appear uninterested.

"Ma'am?" he called, seeing she was just a few feet away, talking to a customer about simple minded things. It was obvious to him that she was half listening, and that helped his case. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm not from around here..."

His navy blue eyes, standing against his shockingly raven hair, bore into her's with intensity. Although, his smile was simply charming.

 

[Talin]

Jael had heard the bell tinkle above the door. She only smiled at the newcomer and let Marcus finish his thought. One thing she hated was rude and impatient people. Touching Marcus’ arm she moved over to face the male. “Well that’s obvious,” she said with a giggle. “If you’d like to know what is good I’ll hand you a menu and say ALL of it.” She smiled and then it faded a bit. She had more trouble with newcomers, simply because any one of them, even someone she thought was a human could have been a messenger from the demon himself. No one was safe until he was brought to a swift and horrid end. As his navy eyes bored into hers she only smiled brighter. She poured him a cup of coffee and sat the menu next to it. “I’ll give you a few minutes, my name is Jael and I’ll be you waitress today. If you have any questions I’ll be back.”

Turning her back on the man she retrieved a few plates of food and moved expertly through the tables and sat them down to let the people eat. And moved to check on her other tables, grasping the coffee pot she moved behind the newcomer and whispered. I’m going to refresh some mugs and I’ll be back to take your order. Dainty hips rocked as she moved around the checked floor of the diner. Graceful strides, made her movements look more like dancing, or gliding, as opposed to walking. Steady hands refilled cup after cup and the smell permeated the small place. Setting the pot of coffee down she moved to face him once more. Straightening the shirt’s hem and then the apron. So, what’ll it be?”

While taking down his order she couldn’t help but wonder what brought him to town. The town rarely, if ever, had visitors so his presence made her a bit nervous. After placing his order in the window for the cook she moved back to him, “It’ll be a few minutes..” Pausing, her soft icy depths poured into his as her curiosity got the best of her in the next moment. Beginning the mundane task of wrapping and securing silverware within napkins she decided to make small talk. She knew she wasn’t the only curious one and that thought made her stifle a laugh. “So what brings you to our small town? You looking to make it permanent or are you just passing through” Her questions were innocent enough not to make him suspicious.

 

[Blair1216]

Smiling, Xavier nodded to her when she went to put in his order; an egg white omelet with a stack of french toast. Before he could even turn to her, it was delivered to his spot on the glistening white counter, looking more than amazing. It took him a moment for him to realize that he had not eaten anything since the morning before. Running a hand through his short, dark hair, he grabbed a fork and dug in, enjoying it far more than he expected. "Thank you," he murmured quietly to the older waitress who brought his food out.

Xavier shrugged and took a sip of his coffee, careful to make his demeanor casual. "Depends what you call permanent," he said, smirking, the crossed his arms out in front of him. "My father is an accountant down south, and he's having me look over a new branch of his business out here," he said, his voice smooth an convincing. He had practiced that line, many, many times. His navy eyes moving across the diner, he took in the small town vibe and the graceful beauty that chose to stay there. She moved with ease, ever step illustrated with something unearthly, and Xavier had to wonder how no one noticed she was anything but human.

Taking another gulp of his coffee, he took a look at his silver watch, then back up at her. He wanted to give the impression that the only real reason she was here was to have breakfast, not to watch her every move like he was instructed. "So have you lived here long?" he asked with curiosity, "Long enough to call it permanent?" He smirked when he said that and waited for her response, taking her facial expressions as she tried not to look at him too much. She was a smart girl, that was obvious. She didn't wear her heart on her sleeve, and she didn't trust strangers. No wonder she had lasted out her for so long.

 

[Talin]

She watched him curiously, as he answered her question; she pushed the tendrils of white blonde hair that had escaped the clutches of her ponytail. Carefully she considered his words trying to peg in her mind with which new places had popped up. A hardware store and a bookstore, but both were hometown people. Then she thought of the new movie complex, perhaps that was it, or it was in a town close by and he was just passing through. Some people liked to come into town and stay on their way into the city. The bustle of the place a hassle, Yeah it would be easier to have gotten “lost” in a big city, but being where others looked out for one another as better. This wasn’t a town it was a family. Smiling at him she nodded. “That’s nice that he relies on you to get the job done. Trust in someone is a good thing.” She moved from the counter a moment to put the finished silverware bundles on the cart and refill a few cups.

She watched the gentleman glance at his watch, probably keeping tabs for a meeting of some sort, who knew. She did figure this would be the only time she would see the guy, which was fine by her. Her blue eyes flitted to her when he tossed her same question back to her. “Permanent is a funny word,” She smiled and laughed. “I’ve lived here long enough to know it’s not temporary and that I’m home.” Leaning over the counter giving him a conspiratorial grin and whispered, like it was a big secret what she was saying. “Besides this little town grows on you, stick around long enough, you’ll see.” Not that she was inviting the stranger to stay. Jael just liked to know who was around her at all times, she had a few she knew she could trust and those she kept at an arm’s length even.

Smiling at him she moved to Marcus apparently upset that she was talking with the newcomer. He was a new face; she didn’t look at the outside of people she looked to their heart for attraction. So she didn’t understand why Marcus would be jealous since she was only being friendly to the new man, making him feel welcomed, if he chose to stick around. Rolling her eyes she laughed and patted Marcus’ arm. “You are so silly. Get to work; I’ll see you for lunch.” She watched as he walked through the dinner and at the door gave her a wave. She waved back and cleared his spot , then moved back to the man. “I never caught your name, I do recall I gave you mine.” she was smiling and waiting to stick out her hand for a handshake of greeting when he gave it.

 

[Blair1216]

Xavier watched her as she talkEd to the other customer, examining the way she seemed to be so at ease with her surroundings. She was happy here, and that made him feel a very small glint of guilt. If only she knew the man she was serving breakfast to would be the man that would take her from her small, quaint place of happiness to a demented, dark place. Sure, this dark demented place was his home, but deep down, he knew he deserved his stay there. But this girl... It was nearly a shame to know her destiny was to rot in a dungeon, possessed by Viktor. But Viktor wanted her more than anything, and Xavier was smart enough to understand that if he didn't bring her back, Viktor would come after her. It was better for everyone if Xavier just did his bidding.

"Ryan," he lied, giving her a half smile and offering his hand to her. His large hand enveloped her small one, giving it a curt shake, then released it as went back to it's place on the counter. "And you were right, the breakfast was great. Not alot of decent diners where I'm from."

Taking a sip of his coffee, he looked out the window and then down at his watch, making sure she noticed. Sighing a little, he ran hand through his dark her, the laid his navy eyes on her with a subtle intensity. "To be honest," he murmured, " I don't even have a meeting until five, but i just can't seem to make myself stay in the hotel all day..."

Giving her a grin, he scooted his plate back and crossed his arms in front of him. "and with the limited amount of entertainment around here, you might have your self a lingerer."

 

[Talin]

“Ryan, well it is nice to meet you,” Her small white hand was enveloped in his larger warmer one. Heat shot up her arm and burned up her cheeks causing her to blush. She swiped her small hand over the front of her apron. “Well that is so sad, I’m sorry you are deprived of such good food, and company.” She winked, one pale lash flitting down to cover an icy white blue eye for but a moment. Moving away for a moment, balancing a tray of food and a full coffee pot. Jael glanced over her shoulder at the handsome stranger. she served the food and filled the cups of the other patrons, watching his constant glances to his watch made even she, paranoid.

Moving back to the counter she smiled at him gently as his eyes landed on her. Grabbing a rag she wiped down the counter next to him, she didn’t like to hover over the customers but he seemed to need her attention, that and he’d caught her curiosity. Her curiosity had always gotten her in trouble; Father was always having little talks with her for getting too close to the humans and one time a demon. She hadn’t known it was a demon, she’d been tricked. Naivety was behind her now, she was less trusting but her curiosity was something she’d never gotten rid of.

She laughed gently, the sound soft and musical, he didn’t have anywhere to be before five and it was only around ten. “I don’t mind, but you may be required to wash dishes or something,” she teased. Jael was glad the Marcus had gone; he’d have been hurt by her flirt nature. She wasn’t sure why but this man seemed to pull it out of her. “We do have a theater and an arcade, both are fun.” She smiled, and if you want a companion I only work til just after lunch, but there are plenty of other females in town that I’m sure would be willing.” She put the rag up and leaned against the wall facing him, “Are you staying in Mrs. Wilson’s Inn, she is really sweet and could use the company. Might even give you a discount if you help her make a few repairs, I help tend her garden for the rooms above her garage.”

 

[Blair1216]

Xavier smiled at her offer, his navy blue eyes holding contanct with her icy blue onces. He gave her a little nod, thinking it over in his head. It was difficult to decide how to act around Jael, for her presence was so soft and light compared to what he had to spend his time around day in and day out. She was like a breath of fresh air, right down to the casual way she talked.

Should he flirt back toward her? Reel her in with some sort of charm? Afterall, he was sent here to lure her in and take her back to Viktor. This was a mission, and he was expected to fufill it. Yet, in the back of his head, Xavier felt more evil than Viktor... Now seeing her in her home, seeing how happy and at peace she was, he wanted more than anything to act cold toward her... push her away and make her never turn toward him with those icy blue eyes again. After all, it was for the best. She was flirting with the Devil's Advocate, and she didn't even realize.

Although, something inside him wanted to latch on to her. She possessed an atmosphere of tranquility that he had never in his life had witness before, or atleast, after he was sent down to serve Viktor. Yes, in his world, there were luxuries. Everyone lived in sin, so there was little that was denied of someone. Walking down the halls of Viktor's manor, one could see half-naked women lined up to please a man. There was no limit when it came to money, and there was almost always a drunken dinner going on until the wee hours of the morning... But it was dark, brooding, and there were little no one that you could trust. Everyone was out to get the other. So, after spending an hour in the diner, sitting across from this beautiful, untainted girl with a figurative glow around her, he could hardly resist reliquishing in her presence. Even if it were for only a few moments.

"I'll pick you up at one then," he said, arching an eyebrow and standing up from the stool. His sculpted face lifted up in a smirk as he grabbed his jacket and put his arms through it. As he buttoned it and took a look at his watch, he listened to her talk about the hotel he was staying at.

"That's the one," he answered, looking up at her and stuffing his hands in his pocket. He took out a twenty and laid it out on the table. "While I'm handy with repairs, I don't believe I'm the person that Mrs. Wilson would like to have as company."
He let a little chuckle rumble through his chest as he walked toward the door. The elderly woman had been looking at him like he were a ghost for weeks, clearly realizing he was much more than he let on, but he ignored it, paying his rent and saying little to nothing to her. He noticed she kept a Bible close to her when around him.

And with that, he left, not giving her a proper goodbye or explaination. Although, one thing was clear. He would be returning.

 

[Talin]

Jael paused in her work; his reply shocked her a bit. Though she had been the one to suggest it, she was still in no condition to be alone with another. Especially one she didn’t know from another. “OK, I’ll be waiting out front.” It seemed she blinked and he was gone, something inside her told her to trust him and that because she had survived on the outside for a year that the demon had given up. Shaking her head briskly, she wasn’t so naïve to believe that. She moved to the door and lifted her hand, brilliant sunshine flitting over her skin, giving her an odd glow as she stood there trying to catch one last glimpse of him, but he was already gone. “Odd…” she said but knew she’d probably tarried at the counter too long. Turning away the sun slipped behind the clouds and let loose with a violent storm.

1. The day seemed to drag on, typically they went by quick but since she had… as some of the regulars called it, a date… plans it went opposite of her typical days. Endless streams of conversation all came together at one point and tormented her ears. Though, she flitted about as though she hadn’t a care in the world, while inside she was quaking like a leaf lone on a branch in the fall. Marcus came back and was quickly told of the stranger and her afternoon plans. He seemed nonchalant about it, which was odd for him since that morning he’d been chomping at the bit to get rid of the newcomer and steal her attention. Perplexed and confused Jael let the other waitress handle Marcus and went about her duties. By the time the lunch rush was done she pulled off her apron and neatly folded the garment and tucked it away in her little cubby hole. Going to the restroom she ran her fingers through her white, almost silver, hair, redoing the ponytail with care. Smoothing nervous fingers over her shirt she wrapped her jacket about her small frame and moved to the front of the diner.

Hoisting her umbrella she smiled and waved goodbye to her coworkers and moved out the door. The sun ducked for cover and the rain came down, gently this time as if to coax the angel back to her home. It was like this most of the time. When she left it rained for the entire first few months of her travels, slowly it had begun to taper off but here in this sleepy little town, it rained and had been raining for a while. Even before she showed up it had been like that, so at least with her around it was less noticeable. Moving her head from side to side she took note of every passing care and none seemed to be Ryan. He had told her one and she had said she’d be out front but the rain was getting heavier. Was it a sign from the Father? When it began to move sideways she swiftly took off, what was the cause of this phenomenon? Not entirely sure as she moved quickly forward in the onslaught of watery bullets from above. Perhaps the Father wanted her to get to a safe place and perhaps it was just a rain.