Thread: Demonizing an Angel *(Silvana | Areawin)

RE Demonizing an Angel reserved Brutal honesty was at the tip of Silennia's tongue, but something told her to hold it back. By this point, the drink had reached deep into her. The night was halfway over. An energy drink or two, and she'd be right back out there smiling enthusiastically and batting an eyelash when it was needed to appease a man's wandering eyes. Before she replied to the man, she requested a Red Bull from behind the counter. Jerry knew damn well that she needed it, but he was reluctant to give it to her. The atmosphere didn't feel right tonight. He was all up for the hungry way that this stranger was looking at her. Hell, half of the club all but devoured her on sight during her first week there. It was more than obvious that she had a fighting spirit, and wasn't about to go home with what she called a suit to lose what could never be taken back. Jerry handed her two tylenol and a small can of Red Bull, not bothering to bill her for it. She smiled appreciatively at him, and at first the sugar rush was enough to make her dizzy. She didn't think she'd ever get used to how quickly her body reacted to things over these past six months or so. Finally, with a clearer head, she turned on her stool. Silennia. I'm sure jabberjay over here already told you that, though. A lighthearted smile touched her features as she glanced over to Jerry, who was purposefully looking away. It was only then that she remembered Korina sitting next to her, and she looked over her shoulder to see her friend staring toward a table. Sapphire eyes followed toward where emerald ones were locked in, and Silennia leaned in lose to Keiran without taking her eyes off of the crimson-haired beauty. She is rather stunning, isn't she? Her voice came out in a murmur. Suddenly she tensed, turning sharply in her seat so that she was facing the bar once more. Damien had an odd way of becoming fully interested in women. It were as if he hunted them for a time, before deciding if he wanted to put forth the effort to lure them in further. Silennia had seen him do this with one other person a young girl, only a year older than Silennia's mere twenty-one. She was young and beautiful, with short, spikey hair and a catty attitude that could draw men in before they realized what a cruel game of cat and mouse she was playing. She was always the cat. Until Damien. Once the club owner set eyes on her, he prowled. Dark eyes followed her, studying her movements. Silennia noticed, but she never said anything. She'd brushed it off as a man's lust, and that there was nothing more to it. She was unbearably wrong, and even now she didn't have a clue as to what really happened. No idea that the girls' game of cat and moused turned against her without remorse or falter. All anyone knew was that she had begun to work there, and one day she didn't show up for work. Damien had called Silennia ahead of time, saying he knew she wouldn't be in. Nobody knew anything about her, so it wasn't as if they could report her missing. For all they knew, she left town and moved on. Silennia was reliving how she studied Damien, as he studied that young girl. The predatory demeanor that gave his eyes a little extra flare, his muscles a bit more taut. No, she wouldn't watch the man do it again, nor was she going to mention any of these thoughts to a stranger. He said they were just passing through. A gig. Nothing more, nothing less. They would be gone tonight. A chill ran up her spine. It had only been seconds since she'd turned around to face away, but anxiety gripped her hard enough to abruptly stand. I need to get back to work, she muttered to no one in particular, smoothing her dress and adjusting the strap on her left heel before putting on a face and slipping up to the upper level, instantly mingling and ordering drinks or listening to a drunk woman babble on about something she had absolutely no interest in. Her thoughts swirled from the golden-eyed stranger, not really questioning whether or not he was lying. She had no reason to. Although she was focused on her work, he kept tugging at her thoughts to the point of her having to glance toward the bar, making sure he was still there. It gave her a small sense of comfort, especially as she saw Damien finally sit down at the same table as the beautiful singer. He instantly ordered two more drinks, leaning across the table a bit. I don't believe I ever caught your name. Such a tragedy, as you're quite popular tonight... Black eyes glinted with a hue of deep red. It was dark enough to where, only in certain light with a keen eye, would one be able to notice it. Something told him that small talk wouldn't quite hit the nail on the head with this one. We don't often see your kind of talent come through here. And when we do, we offer to keep them. But you, you were quite determined to move on, weren't you? A small setup and back to the road... yet you don't seem the type for such travels. He scoffed, picturing a hoarde of rats running from a flood, like most bands acted in these circumstances. Something nagged at him an itch he just couldn't quite scratch, and it was irritating him further.