It was all bizarre. All of it. Every single piece of it.<br/><br/>Standing there, gaping like a fish out of water, Tess listened to the words that Damien spoke. It was ironic to her that his name was Damien, especially when he proved that he was half demon, as he'd been saying, with the creation of yet another fireball with his hands. Damien and Demon were two words that were closely related, or at least, they were closely related in spelling, and while that shouldn't have been reassuring to Tess, something about knowing his name made the entire situation less scary than what it had been originally.<br/><br/>She let him show her the fireball. She let him tell her his concerns. But when she opened her mouth to reply to everything, a large explosion knocked her off balance and debris, smoke, and flames entered her vision. Without even hesitating for a minute, she grasped onto Damien's hand and held on for dear life. He was her life saving measure, and in that moment, Tess decided to trust Damien, even if it was just for the few minutes it would take to get them out of this mess.<b>"Get me out of here!"</b>She shouted, pushing Damien to the door.<b>"I don't want to die today!"</b>She shouted, fear obvious in her eyes, but not limiting her as it had earlier.<br/><br/>They ran out of the building, taking the stairs two or three at a time. There was no time for being pokey, and just as they pushed open the door to the bottom of the stairwell, a loud animal-like noise echoed toward them.<b>"What in the hell was that?!"</b>Tess asked Damien with a touch of panic.<b>"Is that...was that....??"</b><i>A demon.</i>She answered her own question before he did, even if she didn't speak the words. She knew exactly what that was, because hadn't that been what they were just talking about? Demons were after her. But why in the hell would a demon be after average mundane Tess Kavanagh?<br/><br/>Sirens could be heard as first responders darted to the scene of the explosion. Tess smelled of fire and smoke, the singed smell one that she would never, ever forget. Her face was smudged with not only her make up, but also from whatever ash had come up in the explosion. Her hair was a disaster. Her jeans were ripped slightly on the right knee. She didn't even want to know what color the white stripes had turned on her shirt. At this point, appearances were not everything, and the only thing on her mind was survival.<br/><br/>Her hand was still laced hard around Damien's as they burst through the exit of the apartment building. She hoped he had a plan. She really, really hoped he did.<b>"If those demons are after me, what do we do? I don't know how to fight them! I'm not Buffy the Vampire Slayer!"</b>A tear leaked down the side of her face because she couldn't control it. Quickly, she wiped it away but the act didn't force her to lose her tight grip on Damien or stop moving.<b>"Maybe I can use magic too? You know, like in the movies. Girl doesn't know she's half demon, but then finds out she's half demon after the bad guys come to kill her and then the hero saves her."</b>She frowned into the darkness.<b>"I sure as hell hope you're the hero, otherwise, we're both fucked."</b><br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="153" data-username="@Vaughn Doom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/153/">@Vaughn Doom</a>