A smile broke out across Luna's face as she moved with the beat of the music blaring though the speakers. Something about the danger of being in a club that was a demon hangout excited her, the danger made everything all the more real. Though at the moment she couldn't care less about any other being in the club besides her. The humans were in awe of her movements and it was only when she looked at them that she realized how fast she had been moving and slowed to what could be deemed a normal pace. She danced with a few humans twirling away when the attempted to touch her. She didn't want contact tonight she wanted to relax without fear of exposure to the humans around her. The best way to do that was to avoid contact.<br/><br/>Getting close to people typically led to harm on her part. During her younger life she had made the mistake of being trusting and had almost gotten herself killed. Luna's steps stumbled bringing her to a halt on the floor as thoughts of that time crashed down around her. She growled and shook her head; she wouldn't let that bastard mess up her night. He had already messed up three years of her life. She wouldn't give him another day... another moment. She shook her head and resumed her dancing, dark hair swirling around pale shoulders. She knew she was drawing attention to herself and she didn't care. At least not until she felt the demonic aura at her back. She spun ready to fight right there but only caught a glimpse of red and blue eyes as the two vanished from the club.<br/><br/>The next thing she knew the two of them were standing in a dingy alley, the demon stood facing her. Luna blinked as she looked at his face seeing one brown and eye and one blue. Hadn't one been red moments ago? Must have been a glamour.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ummmm hellloooo!! Better things to worry about!!!!</span>her brain screamed and she snapped back into the moment.<br/><br/>â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">You donâ€™t belong in there,</span>angel.<span style="font-style: italic">In fact, why donâ€™t you just go back to where you came from?</span>â€ Luna rolled her eyes, like she could ever go back to the godforsaken hellhole she'd battled tooth and nail to get out of. She watched as a wicked blade emerged slowly from the darkness drawn around her. The tactic was meant to scare her and to a certain extent it worked. A flicker of fear passed though her but not an all consuming terror that would make her plead for her life. she wasn't scared but a part of her knew that her dagger wouldn't be enough to take on this demon, if it came to a fight, she would lose... and she would parish. Long ago she had accepted that she was going to die young by angel standards. She didn't have backup and she couldn't just pop into Heaven when she got into trouble. Half breeds weren't given that luxury. She met his gaze levelly as she felt the blade prick her throat.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œWhy donâ€™t I help you rejoin them in Heaven?â€</span><br/><br/>Luna growled and shoved his hand away from her throat, the blade made a thin line across her throat; she didn't care if this was the demon meant to kill her. She sure as hell wasn't going to let it happen, she was going to take the bastard with her if she was going down. One way or another. She stared at him as she stepped away from the wall invading his space.<br/><br/>"How many angels pissed their pants with that line?" She asked the glamour around her wings dropping off and exposing the midnight black coloring to his eyes. "I got news for you<span style="font-style: italic">demon</span>, just in case my looks didn't tip you off, I'm not like other angels and I'm sure as hell not going to cry and beg you for my life." She growled yanking her daggers from her waistband and glaring at him. She wasn't going down without a fight, it just wasn't in her. She would fight tooth and nail for her life...and if she lost so be it. At least she knew she had gone down swinging.