<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March 1st, just after sunrise<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Streets of the city → Halliwell Manor<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Running shorts, blue tee shirt, headband, running shoes<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Contents:</strong>Is there still hope?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Elias hod not gotten very far indeed before falling to his knees. In fact he had only gone a few paces, though as far as Victoria was concerned it could have been miles and yet not far enough, he was sure of that. He turned and sat on the damp ground to just look in the direction she had gone. In all his long life he had never met anyone quite like her and had been starting to feel that with her just might stand a chance of some happiness. Of course, that was not to be though. He had been right all along about not having any long term relationships with anybody. His demon blood made him live too long. Here it was the very thing that made him not want a lasting connection to a mortal woman the one thing she objected to causing her to hate him. There was no doubt in his mind at all that she did hate him for something he could not control, change and did not want. Truth of the matter was he hated being part demon. He would have gladly given up the ability to shimmer and throw energy balls to simply be a mortal and live a normal life.<br/><br/>As the demon witch hybrid sat there looking into the fog after the one woman he was most attracted stormed out of his life for good, a glint of reflected light caught his attention. His gaze followed that and he saw something there on the ground where they had landed after the collision. Rising back to his feet he walked back to that spot and bent down to see what was there. It was a set of keys and he recognized them as being Victoria's, he had remarked about how interesting her keychain was at least once. He picked them and as he did his anger came back as her last words to him came to his mind. He reared back about to throw her keys as far as he could, but stopped. It was just a petty act of frustration to throw them then. No, if he really wanted to make them lost he should throw them into the bay. With that thought in mind he started to shimmer the top of the bridge being his destination, but he stopped that too before dematerializing. No, it did not matter that she hated him, sure it hurt that she did and it made him angry, but he just could not bring himself hate her in return. Hate was a demon thing, petty revenge for pain caused was a demon thing. Damn it, he was better than that, he was only part demon and part witch. He would do the right thing and give the keys back to her. After that they could just stay out of each others way.<br/><br/>With the intent of giving the keys back to Victoria Elias headed after her. She had been running but he no longer felt like running at least not in that direction. No, despite his resolve he was not in a hurry to face her anger and hatred so soon, so he just walked towards her home quite sure that she would get there well before him. After her last words though he had no difficulty putting her out of his mind in so much as he was not aware of where she was, at that moment he did not want to sense her. Arriving in front of the manor he paused at the bottom of the stairs to take a deep breath and let it out slowly. That done he marched up those stairs and without hesitation rang the doorbell. He know people were home and up. He was getting a sense of a number of people in what he guessed was the kitchen. In fact he could sense that there was only one person still above the main floor. So he waited for the door to be answered. His plan was to turn over the keys and be on his way.