Once Lyra didn't see movement at all and figured he wasn't going to come knocking on her door, she made sure she locked hers and did her angel thing and vanished out of her room and showed up a few yards away in the woods near the abandoned house.<br/><br/>She looked at it and gently studied it, getting a feeling for what could be inside. It looked like a normal abandoned house. Parts of the roof missing, the door was still on it's hinges but looked as if one big gust of wind came it would fall in. Most of the windows she could see were smashed and there was some graffiti on the windows that were still intact. Graffiti was also on the sides on the house in places. It looked as if the door had a sign on it that said, "Keep out", but obviously no one followed that. The house looked to be white at some point but the weather had made it look like it sagged and chipped away the paint, leaving it to be brown wood again.<br/><br/>She made her way to the front, not feeling any presence of anyone else with her. She gently pushed the door open, which was sturdier than it looked. It made a slight creak like a classic abandoned house. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. The inside didn't look any different. It was a little nicer but from people coming and going and probably trashing the place, it wasn't very pretty. She imagined what the house would have looked like in it's better days and she smiled. It was a beautiful house and she felt bad that it had ended up like this. Some stairs were missing, there were leaves, papers, sticks and rocks on the floor from what had blown it or had been brought in by other people.<br/><br/>She walked from the foyer to what she assumed was the living room at one time. There was an old fireplace, wood still around it and bricks that had fallen off or had been knocked off. The carpet was dirty and ripped up. There was still a sofa there, all torn, dirty and dusty. She thought about sitting in it, but wasn't sure if there was anything that could be in it so she decided not to.<br/><br/>There was a creak and she turned around, looking into the hall at where the sound had come from. No one was there. It could have just been a breeze or the house settling, though she didn't think it could settle anymore than what it had already.<br/><br/>She turned back to look at the fireplace so she could pick up one of the trinkets on top of it that hadn't broken yet, when she caught a smell. A smell of sulfur, and before she could really process it, she was face to face with a black haired man, about six foot and black eyes. He was grinning at her and had his hand around her throat. He lifted her up off the ground and turned, slamming her into the side of the fireplace, more bricks falling off, but the trinket still there.<br/><br/>"What are you doing?!" She choked out and raised a hand, reaching for his forehead to burn him away. He grabbed her arm and twisted it, and if she was human, it would have snapped.<br/><br/>"You aren't a usual. An angel would be a great piece of a collection." He grinned at her, his voice smooth but not soothing.<br/><br/>She actually struggled. This demon was strong. Why was he so strong? She should be able to fight back. But she couldn't. She tried to feel her side for her blade, that would protect her. But once she got her hand on it, she felt a hand on hers, grabbing the blade before she could.<br/><br/>The demon raised it to her neck and she held her breath. He let her drop to the floor where she sat and leaned against the wall. She felt a burning pain as the blade sliced across her throat and she felt her grace slipping out. She looked the demon in the eyes as he smiled at her holding a jar to her neck. She felt weaker and weaker by the second, afraid of him taking all of her grace then killing her as a human.<br/><br/>He closed the jar and smiled at her. "Don't sorry. You still have a little bit left. However, you are basically human now." He closed her neck and gave her a good punch, making a nearly instant black eye. "So a bit of a beat won't be so bad." He took her blade and made deep cuts on her arms and side. She screamed because it hurt more than it should. He twisted her wrist and gave her a swift kick in the ribs which sent her doubling over.<br/><br/>"I will be back." He smiled. "To get the rest. I just want to see you suffer." He placed the blade in a pocket and was gone.<br/><br/>Lyra sat there, holding her wrist and her side, making sure she didn't bleed out. Her wounds weren't healing. If they were it was slow. She lost a lot of grace and felt sick, and ready for death. She felt horrible and actually for the first time, felt the urge to cry. She made a whimper, looking up at the top of the fireplace at the trinket, still sitting there. She closed her eyes and hoped someone would find her.