Thread: A Demon of a Butler - TDM and  Vicodin

Anima crouched on the pavement. The ache reaching deep into her bones as the poison slipped further into her veins. The ache of the Cold Iron was all around her. And the situation was getting worse. For the sixth time her provider had been hunted down and killed - by the demon that was after her. Her eyes closed - their dark depths hidden by the pale lids of her eyes. The poison had added an oddly yellow tinge to her skin color. But that was because it was leeching through her whole being. Damn that Guard of the Queen, Charles Grey. She was no threat to the Queen of England, just and outcast shoved literally into her Gardens. Thanks to the portals the Fae had set up for the longest of time. Now she was lost in the mortal realm - and outcast with no home. Nothing to trade for her keep - other then her weakening magics - and her skills as a swordswoman. Humans and their stupid ideals that women should not hold a blade. Her hand went to her dagger as she crouched in the back alley. At least her clothes kept sustained, their self healing properties kept her from looking like a raggamuffin - or worse a whore. Her eyes opened as she stared ahead of her - the alley was dark - and she knew the demon was near again. She had to run again - to protect herself. To hide, but where could she hide? She wasn't sure any longer. The darkness crept further each day - like the poison that filled her veins. She pressed her hand to her stomach - where a bandage kept her from bleeding out. She couldn't protect herself from the dangers that where growing. She walked down the alley now - pulling herself into the busy streets. People seemed to have decided that she was a Nobility - which was what she was. With her clothing, and her demeanor. Here the humans couldn't see her wings - but the children could. One such young person stopped - staring up at her. The young girls eyes widened as she clapped her hands over her mouth. Mummy look it's a fairy! The girl whispered. The mother looked up and stopped - eyes widening. Don't talk like that in front of others. We will leave and offering and that's all we can do. The mother stated as she stared at the woman. Anima could see it in her eyes - it was one of the believers. She mouthed a thank you - and then walked towards the mother and daughter pair. The mother pressed some bread into her palm, and a small portion of cheese. She knew it was all the woman could do - so Anima whispered a gentle blessing. May your paths be clear, and love return. Marriage to money and love. She whispered to the young woman as she smiled brightly and then turned around. The demon was gone - she couldn't feel his presence any longer. A sight left her as her head tilted back and she shuddered faintly. This was dangerous for her - this place. And darkness would fall - and she once again would have issues. Her head turned - night dark hair wrapping around her shoulders. Her head tilted back as she nodded faintly. I shall survive. She whispered as she continued to walk. The day would end and night would fall. And everything would be happening. She needed to find safety - a sanctioned place of safety. But who would take in an outcast nobility - without wanting something from them. She wasn't sure as of this moment, and she was definitely starting to get concerned. Dannu damn this.