As she left the alley Luna tilted her head back and felt the moonlight on her face almost like a caress. As she gazed at the silver orb, a dark shape flirted across the sky. If she had blinked she would have missed the momentary eclipse of the stars. Her head jerked to the side as she followed the shape over the rooftop, effectively blinding herself because of the fires that burned behind her. The only thing she caught was a flash of blue that she wasnâ€™t even sure she saw. Then two sickening thumps hit the ground to her left. As she looked she saw the head and body of the demon. Curious she approached; the head had been severed clean from the body in one slice. Luna looked up seeing nothing, but she could feel a rapidly fading demonic aura, she blinked a few times knowing the aura as the one that belong to that demon who had threatened her not long ago.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Thatâ€™s ludicrous. Why on earth would a demon save anyone? Much less an angel?</span>Even as she thought this a siren pierced the night.<span style="font-style: italic">No time to worry about that now.</span>She took to the sky, at first her wing and shoulder protested, but as time progressed and the muscles loosened flying became easier. She picked up speed, soaring though the sky, black wings blending with the sky.<br/><br/>Twenty minutes later she was standing on the balcony of her apartment looking out over the cityscape. Turning around she produced her keys and entered the apartment. The apartment was filled with vaguely personal things, movies, games, a large TV, a 17 inch laptop. All material things. There were no pictures, or posters. If she went missing tomorrow there would be nothing to tie her to this place. She just wouldnâ€™t be here anymore. The thought was sobering and she moved though the house to her room.<br/><br/>A queen size bed sat in the center of the room, the sheets were black and the comforter was crimson. As she walked though the room she disarmed, pulling off her remaining two daggers and stopping momentarily to pull off her combat boots. Luna placed her combat boots at the foot of her bed and brining her daggers to the desk where the rest of her weapons rested. She placed them next to her swords making a mental note to get more when the opportunity presented itself. She turned away from the desk and set her sights on the bathroom, specifically the shower.<br/><br/>At first the water ran red and black as she washed as she rinsed the blood from her body and hair. At that moment there was no better feeling then the water washing over her body. Sore muscles and wounds that ached were soothed by the heat. When Luna stepped out she felt more relaxed then she had in days. The tension that she had built up from the lack of fights had come out of her. Now, she just wanted to rest. Silently she strode back into her room in sweats and a loose T-shirt. Climbing into bed and using the remote to turn on the stereo on the wall opposite her desk. Instantly Almost Easy by Avenged Sevenfold pulsed from the speakers.<br/><br/>She sang quietly her voice filling the air; she was firmly set in the alto range. Just one more thing that set her apart from the majority of female angels who were sopranos. Could they play to the stereotypes alittle more? Luna didnâ€™t think it was possible. Even as she lay there singing absently, her mind kept wandering back to the demon boy. Who the hell was he? Had it been him who saved her on the roof? If so why? She tried to dismiss the thought but her she couldnâ€™t quiet her mind. For hours she tossed and turned, she was exhausted, yet couldnâ€™t sleep. She couldnâ€™t even take medication for it, her body was immune to human amounts of drugs, and fueling such an addiction would be costly.<br/><br/>Eventually her thoughts became more and more disjointed and unrelated. As time passed she began to doze and then fell into a deep sleep. Red and blue eyes haunted her dreams (or nightmares), and in a moment of clarity between dreams she heard music.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I felt the cold rain of the coming storm all because of you I havenâ€™t slept in so long, when I do I dream of drowning in the ocean, longing for the shore where I can lay my head downâ€¦</span><br/><br/>Distantly she wondered if there was a storm heading her way. She had a feeling she hadnâ€™t seen the last of that damn demon.