Tʜᴇ Dᴇᴍᴏɴɪᴄ Gɪғᴛ ..::Tsᴀɪʀ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ::..

[Tsair]

Bell's satisfaction was evident as he seemed pleased to hear the result. "Get dressed for now. We just needed to confirm this was the right place... Let's get comfy, shall we?" He nearly seemed to hum, though the tones seemed to have a growling lilt. The man who was injured let out a scream of pain as they skin over his wound seemed to char and burn, cauterizing the wound to prevent him from bleeding out. Once it was complete, Bell stopped humming and looked to Nevaeh.

"We may get separated for a bit at the next portion. We need to know why they were after you. Make sure it doesn't happen again. I'll be close," he warned, leaving it very vague as to whether it was meant to be comforting or threatening. The men of the gang were avoiding this room, doing what they could to slowly leave. Bell didn't bother to stop them as they began walking around the room, ensuring there were no cameras or other devices.

Time passed fairly quickly, and it wouldn't be long before the hour was upon them. Bells eyes flashed red, preparing for the night ahead. He would fulfill his contract... but then what?

 

[Ironic]

Near Nevaeh was an oversized jacket, grabbing it to conceal her breasts before looking down at the pool of blood on the concrete. She would sit down on the floor, her back pressed against wooden cargo boxes, waiting for time to progress until their next surprise would enter the building.

It was agonizing, to say the least. She felt safe with Bell, but it was hard to read and understand him and his intentions. After all she did to him… he was hurt and had his trust broken from her, yet he still wanted to help? Was there a motive he had, that she somehow owed him something for all of this? She didn’t ask for his help, but truth be told she needed it more than ever.

Now that her father was gone, she realized first hand the lengths he took to protect her. Was he crooked and rotten to rival gangs that made them want to get her so badly? To this extent? He never complained at home, but there was always a constant worry on his face. She tucked her knees into her chest before wrapping her arms around them, holding herself tightly together as she felt as if she were crumbling apart. Everything was spiraling out of control, and she was lost in the abyss.

Soon this would be over, and she trusted and relied on Bell to help. He was her only hope, but his newfound feelings for her were blunt. They used to be so close, so inseparable... She thought he would understand where she was coming from on that fateful night, but she only caused further disappointment. If he was tagging along with her now, something must still be there... Even if he didn't want to admit it.

 

[Tsair]

The room was silent as the pair waited, Bell looking out a window towards the moon as he waited. Soon they would have the answers, and his contract would be fulfilled. He wouldn't let any harm come to Nev... It was only because of the contract. He kept his mind focused on that thought, not wanting it to stray. She had her reasons, so did everyone. It was likely the people trying to capture her had their reasons too. Her life and his has strayed apart now, irrevocably.

His red eyes looked over her briefly before returning his gaze outside. She seemed to be struggling as well. It was unsurprising, given the situation, but still unsettling. He remembered the days they were close, when they would stay up late into the night just to try and get the last word on the other... and now she saw this side of him. He wasn't Bell any longer, and he couldn't try and pretend to be.

He turned to speak to Nevaeh just as there was a knock. His words stopped as he rose to his feet, nodding to the one armed man who obliged and went to allow the visitors entrance. Three figures clad in black robes with faces that weren't visible beneath the hoods came in, the tone of the room suddenly solemn. Bell knew immediately that something wasn't right. These humans had... a power within them. One he needed to be at least aware of.

He glanced to Nevaeh, mentally weighing whether he should try and take this a little further, or to cut it short here. His thought process was halted as the hooded figure in the front spoke, his voice the rasping of an old man. "The other portion of your payment will be sent. We will take our asset with us, you have done well to secure her," he said as he stepped over to Nevaeh, looking her over. Under his hood, she could see his eyes seem to glow faintly, a light shade of lavender.

"I do hope you haven't had any harm, my dear. Please, come with us," he said as he extended an old, withering hand out to her. Bell interrupted here, moving his hand aside as he stood face to hood with the man. The other two stepped back briefly and moved their hands to their hips, appearing to withdraw guns. The leader, however, lifted a hand as though to halt them. "Hold." He then stared at Bell expectingly, as though waiting for the reason of interruption.

Bell was not used to the slow game. In the long past, he'd manipulated and snuck around, but he'd grown far beyond the need for such trivialities for the most part. Now, however, it would be the time for old skills to shine. "My name is Bell. To be frank, these men have failed you. I was hired to rescue this girl, and I infiltrated the organization to do just that. " He was skirting the truth closely, and he hoped it would help him to remain unquestioned. "Now, we could make this a big scene, lots of shooting, some people would die... cops would likely get here before you made off with her. Alternatively... I'm curious as to what your operation is. I'll escort her with you, you can make sure I'm unarmed, and I will speak with whoever i can about a possible deal," he offered. It was a long shot, and if they didn't take it, then he would need to test just how strong they were.

 

[Ironic]

Nevaeh stayed inactive on the ground, eyes staring as the lavender luminosity of the hooded mans eyes sparked her interest. Soft, warm, and inviting. She was wondering what his intentions were with her, and never remembered her father working with anyone of this nature. Bell was resilient, and this caused her to turn those confused hues to him, listening to what he had to say to the mystery group.

“Is this true?” He spoke to Nevaeh, questioning how they handled her. She nodded slowly, agreeing with Bells words. Even if it were a lie she would still agree with him, he was saving the skin on her bones. He wouldn’t stop until he got his way, and the man knew that. “Alright, I’ll grant you your request, but after all had been said and done, we keep the asset and you will depart.”

As she placed both palms on the dust covered floor she would heave upwards, standing firmly on her feet. They paid good money for her, as she listened to the earlier conversation. If two payments needed to be scheduled, then it was a hefty amount. If they were to purchase her, then why would they harm her, she thought. Why would they want to taint what they bought? These were all reassuring thoughts, but truth be told she had no idea what was to come next.

 

[Tsair]

The pair was walked to a dark muscle car, sandwiched by two others. There seemed to be a lot of them here to ensure her collection. Bell eyes their surroundings carefully; it seemed that most of them were regular humans. If things went bad, Bell was confident he had things under control. His mood shifted and he exuded confidence, nudging Nevaeh slightly as they walked. "You'll be fine. Not letting anything happen to you. I'll be half a second away at all times."

His reassurance could also be construed as a threat, to let her know not to try and run. He felt a twinge of danger from these men, and it was important to him that if anyone acted on it, he would first. He didn't want anything to happen to her due to his negligence. They were ushered into the back seat of the car, and the lavender eyed man sat next to them. Nevaeh was against the window, Bell scooched into the middle, and awkwardly sat next to the strange man.

The drive was long and stifled, though the windows were lowered slightly to allow the air to pass a bit more easily. Bell was doing his best not to slit the man's throat now, as he was the only one he currently saw as a threat. If he acted on it, however, he might lose the lead on just who was seeking Nevaeh.

 

[Ironic]

It was hard to keep her body from tremoring, unsure if it was from the brisk weather, her dismaying circumstance, or a cocktail of both. Her head sunk into the gap of her shoulders, nose pointed downwards as she shadowed close behind Bell. Out of everyone she felt shielded around him, albeit she was hesitant of his aptitudes. As they were shepherded inside the vehicle, Nevaeh exhaled in respite to know she wouldn’t be seated next to the enigmatic man. The chill of glass from the window pressed against her cheek, small foggy ovals generating as her nostrils respired on it.

She could feel Bell’s thigh press against hers, and as she glanced infrequently at his expression she could somewhat read his uneasiness. Out of them all, she was the frailest, and needed to be mindful of her actions, not wanting to ruffle any feathers.

Leaning outwards as Bell blocked her vision, Nevaeh would catch a glimpse of the lavender-eyed man, hues spasming as she drank in his appearance. He turned his head, and it alerted her to retreat, shifting back into her seat to cease the shared glances. “We’re here.” He alerted as they pulled up into a more sophisticated setting other than an abandoned warehouse. It was a grandiloquent home, adorned with solar powered lamps to light the way down the long-paved driveway. Blackened gates opened to grant them access, closing after the entered to ensure the business that happens here, stays here.

 

[Tsair]

The elder man led the pair from the vehicle. They walked slowly up towards the manor, being led as though lambs to slaughter. Bell was confident however, his eyes remaining forward on the man leading them, assessing with every moment. Their approach would need careful consideration before things went south, he wasn't quite sure of the man's capabilities, but they definitely were above that of a normal person.

It made him uncomfortable to feel that way, but he still was fairly confident that whatever the power, it couldn't match his. He resisted the urge to grow his wings as a demonstration, instead playing the part of the meager captor of Nevaeh. They were soon led through the main antechamber, purple flames the only source of light and covering the room in the same light the man's eyes seemed to glow.

They were led down a long hallway, no words being exchanged. Bell leaned in close to Nevaeh and said, "If anything happens, run. I'll make sure you're safe. Just make sure to get outside. This place is... powerful. "

 

[Ironic]

“I can feel it too…” Nevaeh muttered back as the flames held an uneasiness to them, eliciting her body to stiffen so no wrong movements could be made. Asides from Bell, she had never encountered other powerful beings before. Everything was happening so fast, let alone in a single night of surprises. Was there something deeper to her father that she didn’t know about, with his affiliation to other members of what seemed to come from the doors of hell?

Still, she stayed closed by Bell, almost too close for his comfort. The main room resembled something from the early 1920’s, a chandelier dangling from the middle of the ceiling, adorned with the same purple flame at the tips of the candles. Three men, hooded and resembling the older lavender-eyed man guiding them, sat close to each other. It seemed as if the group entered at the right time as they appeared to finish their conversation.

Each of them stood, bowing at their fellow ‘members’ before casting their glow onto the new guests. “I heard you wanted some form of validation?” The mystery figure on the right spoke towards Bell, folding his hands indifferently against his gown. “I can feel the energy surging through you, so I do realize you are not one to play around.”