Thread: Will You Run From Me? (Sasha and Sacred)

That evening was starting off only slightly different than a normal night for Damien. Again he had gotten sick of his large, lavish mansion on the edge of town. Some would call him foolish or spoiled for getting sick of living in such impressive luxury but Damien would probably just tell those people to fuck off anyway so he didn't care. His life was boring these days compared to the amazing adventures of his past life. While now he was some boring sod who did everything that a successful man of his age did like fuck, drink, and occasionally mope around he had in the past been a far more interesting person, the kind that had instilled fear in the hearts of many and killed as he felt like it. These days the only adventure was when the bar he preferred got in a new scotch for him to try. Tonight would luckily end up to be far more interesting than his normal life and it was all while he was walking to the bar that functioned as his home away from home. Damien was like a declawed wolf these days. He had razor-sharp senses that were definitely superhuman which was of course not surprising to the few who knew what he really was. He was a predator who didn't often get to hunt but that still had a large hunger for the delicious prey that he had hunted for many years. Angels. There was nothing that simultaneously angered him and pleased him as much as smelling one of the few angels that still walked the Earth. These days it was an extremely rare occurrence, the kind of thing that he wished for but never got. Today, though, was his lucky day. He had taken a rather roundabout way towards his favorite bar probably to give himself more time to brood under the pale light of the streetlamps. Damien was passing by a coffee shop, one that he would never pay a second glance to, when a familiar sense was triggered in his mind. He stopped for just a moment as his thin lips curled up into a smirk. An angel. There was an angel nearby. His dull gray eyes scanned the area around him for a moment before he looked up at the sign to the coffee shop. With his eyes scanning like a hawk looking for fish he walked into the coffee ship in search of his prey. Damien was the kind of man that would often not turn second glances but that was rewarding for those that did look twice. He was a tall, lean man with sinewy muscles and pale, unhealthy looking skin like he spent too much time inside. He had half-lidded, brooding eyes that normally scanned with the interest of a minimum wage fast food employee. He had black hair that fell down his forehead in well-groomed bangs. He had a slim face with a long chin and thin lips. Damien was a good dressed and that night was in a black suit-coat and a matching pair of slacks. A watch worth more than the salaries of many of the people in the coffee shop adorned his wrist. Few looked at him as he walked into the establishment. He was normally a scotch man but to blend in he ordered a cup of black coffee for himself. Once it was in hand the hunt could begin. It was an easy hunt, though, as there was one man that stuck out like a sore thumb among humans. There was an angel sitting there like nothing was going on. Damien couldn't help but grin arrogantly as he made his way over to where the angel was sitting. There was no reason to make a scene right now so he simply took a seat next to the angel. He grabbed hold of the angel's thigh under the table in a strong hand. Funny seeing you here. Damien hissed as he looked at the cute angel.