To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)
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				Title: <strong>To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 07:39:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img856.imageshack.us/img856/1782/annieg.jpg)</div>Everything felt so wonderfully bright and vibrant today. The sun wasn’t beating down on her too hard, so she could still feel it’s warm kisses against her skin, but there was a cool breeze that was causing her long chestnut brown hair to sway in the wind. She felt her black rimmed glasses fall down her face a bit, as she pushed them up and continued carrying her books through the large campus. “<em>Finally, Friday!</em>” she said to herself in her mind. Extremely pleased that all of her professor’s didn’t schedule any major assignments this week.<br><br>She was free to do whatever she wanted! Most of her friends would use this opportunity to visit the sorority or frat houses to enter the weekend themed parties. Not, Annie (http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1409/5108102114_4a82f1d5d5_b.jpg), she wasn’t about to get involved with the horrors of STDs, pregnancies, and unwanted relationships. No, Annie wanted to focus on school and becoming a better person. She considered her body a shrine and innocent temple that would never be broken. At least that’s what she had been planning. <br><br>There was a brisk movement in her steps, as she was wearing just some fashionable tan tie up shoes, with little white socked bunched down. Her bottoms looked like a skirt, but by her walking it was definitely shorts. She also had on a semi see-though cream colored top, with a white tan top underneath. Innocent radiated from even her pure flawless skin, and the bright color of pink in her cheeks. She was alive, healthy, and happy. About to partake in her favorite thing, visiting the bookstore.<br><br>Her brisk steps brought her down a few sidewalks, through a few alleyways, until she saw the old sign of her favorite bookshop. The light on the sign had been out for years, for the old man never had the money to repair it. Annie was probably his best, and only customer. Every Friday she bought at least one book, sometimes two or three depending on how busy she was. The glass door jingled as Annie opened the door, smelling the familiar smell of old books. There was nothing like a bookstore to her, it was an abundance of literature and knowledge that was just waiting to be discovered and devoured by Annie’s brain. <br><br>The old mean peaked his bald head out of the side of a column of books and smiled. The reflection from the light on his bald head causing Annie to flinch for a second. But, she was a polite woman, and she raised her hand and waved to the book store owner, saying, “Mr. Hynes! Great to see you again, do you have anything new in stock? I’m feeling something of…non-fiction.” She started walking towards the bookman, as she found herself rambling and unable to shut up, “One of my classes today was discussing the supernatural, and why people are prone to believing it’s fact and not fiction.” She set her arm against one of the heavy bookcases as she said, “Can you believe people actually believe in ghosts? I mean, the probability of it is almost impossible.” <br><br>In hopes to shut the poor young girl up, the book keeper piped up, interrupting Annie’s ramble and said, “I actually just got a new shipment from this younger fellow, selling some odd books left by his dead Grandfather,” he muttered under his breath, “Apparently had no sentimental value to him.” But then he raised his hand and pointed towards the back row of bookcases, which was always a bit more dusty and less kept up. Since people usually weren’t interested in old non-fiction novels for a past-time read.<br><br>Annie couldn’t have made it back there any faster. There was a dash, and in her imaginative mind an imaginary cloud of smoke trailing behind her. When she reached her destination, she found piles among piles of books, and then some littered in the bookcases. Obviously just sat anywhere, since it looked like the old man hadn't made it back there yet. Her eyes and fingers trailed the names of the books, looking at the different covers and different phrases of words. She saw something along the lines of <em>Gardening tips for Housewives</em>, <em>Human Anatomy</em>, and <em>20 of the Best Love Stories</em>. None seemed to interest her, but then she saw something. A black book with gold writing, at first, she couldn't read it. It looked like it was written in an odd font, but she wasn't sure if it was a of her mind, but the letters seemed to move and form into something she could actually read. The only problem was the letters didn't include any words that she recognized in the English language.<br><br>She was compelled her own curiosity as she reached for the book. Feeling the edges had barely been touched, as it was full of dust. She maneuvered it away from the three or four books laying on top of it. The thing was covered in dust, and as she flipped it over to maybe look at the back of the cover, she noticed it was unreadable because of the sheer amount of dust. "Disgusting," she mumbled to herself before she blew on the back of the cover, watching the dark dust scatter around her. Some of it reached in her nose, and she felt the tingling sensation of a sneeze. She couldn't hold it in, as she sneezed some of the dust particles out of her nose. Sniffling afterwards, trying to regain herself.<br><br>That's when the gold letters in a circle caught her eyes. They looked like they were also moving. "What is this," she questioned herself, as she tried to read out the letters. It looked like it started with an A. "<em>Asmodeus Asmodevs Modo</em>," she muttered under her breath.&nbsp; When her eyes instantly looked up, feeling a shift in the air around her. Something was different. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>08-07-2012, 12:41:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/rqywqs.jpg)<br></div><br>Amon watched in the flickering light as the young demon woman approached him. Her skin held a reddish tint, exaggerated by the light from the candles that seemed to bounce off her. His tongue snaked out across his lip on a gasp, as she laid her hands on his thighs and slipped down to her knees on the floor. Sure, he'd give her that illusion of control for a moment, sitting back and letting her 'have her way with him'. A low rumble of a laugh escaped his throat a moment before he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back to the floor, climbing over top of her all in one fluid move. The weight of his body pushed her to the floor, and for a brief moment, fear shot through her dark eyes.<br><br>A few more moments and he'd have been a happy man, but that tugging feeling came out of nowhere. One second, he was about to devour some demon chick and the next he felt himself being pulled away from her. <em>What the fu- No. NO!</em> He reached out, his claws scraping gouges into the walls, but there was no stopping it. The whole process took less than a few seconds, before the demon woman on the floor was sitting up and looking around, confused as to where her lover had disappeared to. <br><br>The 'ride' wasn't exactly his most favorite thing, and it had been years...<em>Thousands of years...I cannot believe...</em>since someone had called him. The long, curled black horns on his head fizzled away, the wings tucked up inside his shoulder blades, his skin changed from the dark, almost black color, to a deep tan - he looked human. All of his demon essence was tucked away into a thick lined tribal tattoo that covered his arm. <br><br>Just in time too, because suddenly he was looking at a dumpster in an alley...and he was naked. <em>Shit.</em> With a growl he swept his hand across his waist, the tattoo on his arm seeming to shudder briefly, as a pair of dark blue jeans covered him, combat boots, and a tight black pocket t-shirt. Decent (by mortal standards at least) finally, he slipped out from behind the dumpster and looked down the alley. A small man lay huddled against one wall, smoking a cigarette. <br><br>Amon moved over to the man, and crouched down, his tall 6'10" frame still making him an imposing figure, even in this position. "You...didn't call me." The man's cigarette shook on the edge of his lip, falling onto the ground when he shook his head no at the odd statement from Amon. With a sigh, Amon leaned down, took the man's cigarettes and lighter, "Thanks." He popped one into his mouth, lit it, and took a drag, the smoke instantly filling his lungs and tasting of home.<br><br>Within a moment he was out of the alley, and surveying the side streets. <em>If they're with other people, I wouldn't have been sent right to them....Sooo...where are they?</em> There was a laundromat, one of those old-fashioned waffle houses, a bookstore...<em>I am not searching all night. They want me, they can come get me.</em> Amon leaned back against the wall next to the bookstore, watching the street, and attempting to ignore other eyes on him. <em>Could make it so none of them see me...but where's the fun in that?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 04:54:03</strong>
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				Did the bookstore owner not notice the change around the area? The lights had flickered, there had been a big breeze that almost sent the book flying from her hands, and the sun seemed to disappear. But everything now as if nothing had ever happened. Annie was unsure herself of what was going on, but she leaned her body against the wall of the bookstore. Facing the piles of books in front of her, and holding the black mysterious book close to her chest. “Maybe I just need to get something to eat, because I’m obviously hallucinating,” she said to herself.<br><br>Her phrase seemed to grab the attention of the bookstore owner, as he piped up saying, “Did ya find anything you want, Annie?” The book she held in her arms seemed to grow lighter and warm against her body, almost as if it was pleading her to take it home. Curiously, she looked down, afraid that another spell was going to come over her, but nothing. The clerk then said to Annie, walking around the corner with a curious expression, “Are you alright, Annie?” <br><br>Annie leaned forward from the wall quickly, and jumped a bit with her movement trying to physically force herself back into reality. “I’m fairly interested in this book. How much do you want for it?” she asked him holding it out to him. The old man raised his glasses to his head and looked at the black book, squinting as it looked like he was straining to read it. “Oh, that old thing,” he said, “It’s gibberish, you can just have it. It’s just wasting space in this pit, anyways.” <br><br>She couldn’t have dashed out of the store faster when he told it was free. Feeling oddly spooked about the place, but she did show gratitude as she picked up her book bag, placing the book inside of it. Raising her hand and almost running out of the place, shouting at the man, “Thanks Mr. Hynes! I’ll see you again in a few days!” She threw the backpack behind her back and placed her shoulders through the straps. Grabbing on the fastening ropes and holding on to them, as she curiously made her way out of the bookstore.<br><br>Everything seemed so normal again outside, she didn't understand the meaning of her hallucination. Maybe she needed to go see a doctor? She shook her head in confusion, as she looked down to her feet, walking on the sidewalk to make her way towards her home. She walked just a few steps, when she felt something odd again. Almost as if something was forcing her head to look up and stare across the street. Her eyes caught with a large looking man, who sight was enough to shoot fear through each pore in her body. She locked eyes with the mysterious looking man for a few seconds, looking at his tattoos and how in dept they were even from as far away as across the street. The symbols looked familiar, but she couldn't quite remember where from.<br><br>She drew her eyes away from the mysterious man, feeling now oddly uncomfortable. That same feeling came over her, and it wasn't something that she welcomed. Her pace quickened as she headed north towards her apartment. The idea of a sorority house party wasn't sounding too shabby right about now. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 01:38:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/rqywqs.jpg)<br></div><br>Amon pulled himself off the wall as the woman who'd come out of the bookstore made eye-contact with him. It was brief, but just long enough for him to feel the pull. <em>It's her. This tiny, little slip of a woman. She called me?!</em> He could barely believe it, but there it was, that strange urge that tingled through every fiber of his being, practically forcing him to take a step towards her.<br><br>It was either that movement, or the intense look he was sure was on his face, that sent her scurrying down the sidewalk. He raised a curious eyebrow at the sight of the book in her hand. <em>Now how had she gotten a hold of that old thing? Shit. She shouldn't have that book! No wonder he'd ended up here. Christ, if she'd ended up reading a different name...No. Don't even think about it.</em><br><br>He barely watched for traffic as his long legs ate up the asphalt, getting him finally onto her side of the street. A car honked once and with a quick, hot-tempered glare from Amon, the driver sped off without a single curse word or gesture given. Amon slowed his pace, his heavy steps knocking on the pavement as he followed the woman. She was young, carefully dressed, and leaving a bookstore on a Friday night. <em>Sex-crazed librarian? Nah...I'd never get that lucky.</em> The girl looked like pure innocence walking down the street. Like her highest aspiration in life was to live out her days in a dusty library as a nun. Like her idea of a good time with a man meant working on biomedical research into the wee hours of the morning to cure some weird disease like Progeria or Blaschko's lines. <em>Innocent isn't bad. I can fix that.</em><br><br>He kept a nice distance between them. As long as he could see her ahead, he was fine. Amon simply needed to know where she was headed. <em>Goals in check. Get the book. Get back in control of yourself. Get laid somewhere in-between those two before you're sent back to Hell and have to fuck little peon demon-fan girls again.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>25-07-2012, 01:50:27</strong>
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				Annie was starting to grow scared as every second passed her. She couldn't help but look out from the corner of her eye, and see a very dark and large image taking the same steps and routes that she was. The cars zoomed past her, and she looked into one of the reflective windows to confirm it was the mysterious, and now scary, looking man she had made eye contact with earlier. "<em>Oh my god he's going to rape me and mug me</em>," she started to worry. Her fingers went back to the adjusting straps on her book bag, as her soft fingers felt the rough texture of the fabric. Running it through her fingers as she started to worry.<br><br>Looking to the ground, Annie noticed that her pace has quickened. The now bounce in her steps, in hopes to make her move faster, was starting to make the black framed glasses on her face fall forward. She let her right hand leave the comforting repetition of rubbing the strap, just for the second to push her glasses up her nose and make her vision clear again. <em>Why's he following me?!</em>, she kept thinking in her head. Terrified of what was going to happen, she knew she should have listened to her mother and invested in some mace. "Mom is always right," she muttered under her breath with distaste.<br><br>She knew the area well, and her brain started to think of possible escape routes that she could lose him. There were series of alleyways that connected with nearby streets, but she wanted to take the darkest one she could. Annie looked to the other end of the street, and at an alleyway that lead to a street that was in good range of her apartment. The problem with that plan was it was too obvious to see her running across the street dodging traffic like a lost little puppy. She quickly vetoed that plan.<br><br>Luckily, she saw the movie theater ahead of her. There was a rather large crowd of people socializing around the doors, and sidewalks. Annie assumed a movie just let out a full house of people, and she quickly dashed into the crowds. Her small statue combined with her quickly paced steps made her quickly zoom through people. Sometimes knocking her big book bag against someone and getting an ugly stare. As much as Annie wasn't to apologize a thousand times, she knew that she had to quickly rush out of the crowd and duck into a alleyway to the right. Already the guilt of not apologizing was setting in, as her worried look seemed even worse now.<br><br>Finally, she reached the end of the crowd and ducked into the alleyway. Where she pressed her back, well book bag, against the hard brick walls. Her chest was quickly moving up and down, indicating a raised heart rate combined with heavy breathing due to her excitement and thrill of trying to lose the scary mysterious man who she was convinced was going to harm her in one way or another. Her eyes shifted to the side to see if he was going to walk by, as she slowly walked backwards, looking ahead and not behind her. Waiting to see where the man would come from. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 12:49:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/rqywqs.jpg)<br></div><br>Amun growled under his breath as he saw the girl speed up and manage to get lost in the crowd exiting the theater. <em>Why is she running from me? She called me!?</em> His own pace picked up, his feet eating up the distance between them. When he had thoroughly enthralled himself in the mob of people his temper took over. "Move. Get out of the way. Now." Amun's voice was deep and cutting, as he forcibly pushed his large frame through. Thankfully, most people took one look at him and backed out of the way. It was only those who had their backs to him who didn't see the increasingly pissed off man shoving his way through the crowd. <br><br>He made it to the other side of the group only to find her gone. Ahead lay more sidewalk and businesses, including a coffee house that had benches and tables outside. It was the only other really busy place, with the young hipster crowd lounging around outside, sipping their nonfat-dairy-super-mocha-I'm-a-douche lattes. She could have crossed the street, but he would have noticed that. Besides, he could still feel her pull and it was close.<br><br>The alley. It was the only option left really, but why would a potentially frightened woman go down a dark alley? At night? Alone? <em>With me chasing her. Call me and get scared of me. That makes sense. Women...</em> He turned to face the alleyway, his large frame blocking a good portion of the light from the street. She was in there, now that he'd made the decision to check he could feel her presence even stronger.<br><br>"I'm not sure why you thought running from me was a good idea..." he spoke casually, as he walked deeper into the alley. "...or why you would think it would even be possible to hide from me." He saw her, ahead, her back pressed against the wall. She was far more beautiful up close he noticed, as he moved to within a few feet of her. <em>That doesn't matter. She has the book and she needs to release you. Yes. Focus on that. Sweet face...and lips that...No. Focus.</em><br><br>Amun crossed his arms over his chest, staring down at her. <em>Tiny, little thing. She only called you for sex, so...go enjoy myself for a bit, get the book, get out.</em> He nodded his head, to himself mostly. "Well you called me, so unless you want to do this here, I suggest you take me to your house." <em>Although here could be fun.</em> A smirk crossed his lips and he took a step forward at the thought of just pinning her up against the wall filled his mind. <em>Very fun.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 03:34:35</strong>
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				The man's large frame blocked the sun from her eyes, and draped over her like a cloud of darkness projecting fear into her eyes. She knew, right then, that he was about to either rob her, rape her, or kidnap her for random. The last option didn't seem like such a bad idea, so she closed her eyes and quickly backed away. Her back fell flat against the back of the the brick wall. The cold bricks hitting her sweater piercing through with their rough texture. Annie hated it, and instantly wanted to escape. Her trembling eyes looked to him as he was speaking. Her fearful pupils became larger as they adjusted to the lack of light, getting a better vision of the man. He was so close to her now, that she could see the intricate patterns in his arms. It looked tribal, demonic, and something unrealistically odd. His tall frame loomed over her, like she was about to be eaten in one bite. She whipped her backpack from behind her back and held it in front of her. Slightly hiding her face, as she peeked her eyes from over the top. <br><br>"Why wouldn't I run away from you, you're freaking scary looking," she said, with her voice muffled behind her backpack. It was her only shield of defense. Against her lips, she felt one of her books growing a bit warmer against the fabric of her backpack. She looked down for a second, past her black framed glasses, and tried to deceiver what was happening. Although, she heard the scary looking man speak again as those terrified eyes peered up into his again. <br><br>He was so close to her now, that she was really able to take in his fine chiseled facial features. Annie had never seen a thug, rapist, or robber who had looked so sexually handsome before. <em>Maybe he's a stripper</em>, she thought to herself. As a thousand questions began to pour from her head. Distracting her from her current fear, but she had to focus at the task at hand. He was speaking gibberish. Well, she knew it was her native language, and she could understand what he said before. But his context? <br><br>"What do you mean? I didn't call you," she quickly let her left hand go of the backpack, as she started pointing towards the street near the alleyway. Starting to get defensive as she said, "You started following me all creepster-isk like when I left the bookstore. Then you followed me into this alleyway. Now you want to go to my home?" She was panting from getting so angrily worked up. Something that never ever happened to her, but this man was just putting her in one fowl mood. The thought of sex with his question never ever crossed her naive mind. <br><br>Even though, in Annie's mind, this man was still probably going to rape her or kill her. She sighed, dropping her backpack to the ground, as it hit her foot. She winced a bit at her clumsiness, but then said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you, but you're really stressing me out. If you want money, then I'll give you all my money." Her eyes started to get a little teary eyed as she said, "Just please don't hurt me." Her lip quivered, as it looked more like a pout. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 14:40:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/rqywqs.jpg)<br></div><br>Amun had a few expectations, most of them revolving around her realizing her wish had come true and her very own personal lust demon was standing there before her. He expected her to practically throw herself at him, or at least admit to calling him up here. So when she hid behind her book-bag and informed him that he was..."freaking scary looking", his eyes widened in surprise. He'd chosen his human form with care, forming features that were certain to be pleasing to the eye - the chiseled facial features, the tall and muscular body, the sultry eyes...they all combined to make a package that she should have been beyond pleased to see. Of course, asking her what was wrong with the way he looked was out of the questions. His ego simply couldn't handle that, besides...<em>She's obviously got something wrong with her eyes. I'm the perfect male specimen...</em><br><br>He almost began to defend himself when, out of nowhere, she started ranting at him. Stepping back a pace, he crossed his arms across the large span of his chest, raised an eyebrow and sealed his lips into a tight, concentrated look. So she wasn't going to admit to calling him, fine. She wanted to pretend he was some sort of stalker who was going to take advantage of her in a back alley, fine. He could do that. Hell, women had weird fantasies...<em>Just makes it a bit easier if they tell you they're playing a game.</em><br><br>However, her apology threw him for a loop. Add that to the comment about giving him her money and he was thoroughly and utterly confused. The expression on his face showed every bit of that confusion, as his brow wrinkled, his lips turned up at the side and he almost laughed. "You are an odd little woman." <br><br>He looked her up and down again. She was attractive, certainly, but seemed a bit innocent for his own tastes. <em>I can fix that.</em> "I don't need your money. Why would you think you had to pay for me?" What kind of books had this girl been reading? Obviously not enough of the one she used to call him up here. That could be a benefit, she wouldn't realize that for all intents and purposes she...owned...him. That thought alone was enough to damper his mood, so he shoved it to the back of his mind.<br><br>&nbsp;With one massive hand he picked up her book-bag, slung it over his shoulder and motioned down the alleyway. "I'll only hurt you if you want it that way. C'mon, let's get back to your place and finish this up." With the book-bag over his shoulder he had the book. He knew it was in there. He could feel its warmth and the way it reacted being so close to him. If the thing could talk it would be screaming like a lover, brought close to climax and denied. The thing was practically ready to leap into his hands, and truthfully enough, he wanted to hold it as well. <br><br>But rules were rules and having the book wasn't enough. He needed to fulfill his obligation to the girl...<em>Which should be fun...</em> and then have her speak the words to release him. A few hours, tops, and he'd be on his way back home, to a place where being scary was a good thing and not an insult. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>05-08-2012, 07:39:49</strong>
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				After her little fit and apology, she waited for a few seconds. Every second that ticked felt like years. She wanted to know that he was at least listening to her. She was almost baffled when he started laughing and said that she was an <em>...odd little woman. Well you're a creepy looking man!</em> She suppressed her thought. Still fearful to anger the scary man, but still. The look of anger apparent on her face, as her lips pouted together and her eyes narrowed. This was probably the most fowl look she had ever given anybody in her entire lifetime, and that look itself was pretty lacking in the intimidating department. <br><br>"I wasn't trying to pay you for anything. I thought you were trying to rob me," she said, but trailed off in the end. Realizing that she probably looked like an impatient idiot. He picked up her book bag, and instantly she thought he was going to run off with it. But, he just continued talking to her, as Annie curiously listened again. She wanted him to hurt her? Annie quickly cocked her head as what he was saying made absolutely no sense to her. Curiosity compelled her, as she just followed him. He was heading in the direction of her apartment, but she assumed he probably didn't know the way. Or at least, she hoped he didn't. She was still oddly stuck by the situation, but her naive nature lead her to follow him curiously, without saying a word. <br><br>Annie's mind started to question everything that had just happened around her. The book, wait a minute, the book! And the mysterious circumstances that surrounded it, this hard to relate with this scary man following her. <em>Maybe he also shops at the bookstore and her left it there</em>, her eyes started to beam with a innocent smile on her face, as she wishfully dreamed they were both bookworms. And that this was just an odd way of him trying to ask her out. Then, she'd have all the more reason to be attracted and pursue this man. <em>Wait, I'm attracted to this man</em> she questions herself, but didn't answer her question. For she knew the truth. It brought a little spark in her step, as she curiously followed the dark man. Looking as little lost in wonderment, as she was walking leading with her head. <br><br>She skipped ahead of him and she said, "Did you forget your book or something?" She had turned around, and was walking backwards. Looking to her sides to avoid anything ahead of her. Like running into a person or a pole, but she wanted to look at the very tall man carrying her backpack. "And what's your name, anyways?" she continued asking him questions, shifty looking to the side. Before she decided that the endeavor was too much work, as she slowed her pace and started walking beside him. About a few blocks away from her apartment, but she wasn't going to make it obvious it was hers. She was curious if he was already leading her there. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>08-08-2012, 16:17:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/rqywqs.jpg)<br></div><br>This was number one reason why Amun had issues with females...they couldn't seem to make up their mind. One minute she's attempting to tell him off and glaring at him with, what he supposed was the scariest face she could make. <em>Wow. I'm shaking here, darling.</em> He rolled his eyes at her, before turning and heading out of the alley. The backpack kept flopping against his back, the contact enough to keep him happy that the book was so close. Hell, he'd be whistled and striding along with a grin on his face, if not for the little woman who was attempting to walk backwards in front of him. <br><br>He looked down at her with an eyebrow raised, as she fired questions at him. After a moment, the questions still coming, she dropped back to walking beside him. He didn't even bother to turn his head in her direction, just matched pace with her and waited for her to falter in the&nbsp; hopes that it would be in front of her apartment building. He had absolutely no way of knowing where she lived, but maybe with the fact that she was eagerly tagging along with him at the moment, she wouldn't mind just telling him.<br><br>He sighed, doubting it would be so easy to just simply ask the woman. "My name's Amun and yes, it's my book." There. Answered her questions. The idea of an entire conversation was beyond him right now. He needed to get her somewhere alone, do his duty, as enjoyable as that was going to be, and get her to repeat one small little phrase. Depending on how well the fun part went, he might even wait a little bit to make her speak the words. Turning his head to look at her, a smirk covered his mouth. She was unbelievably sexy, in an innocent sort of way. Every instinct inside him said, <em>Grab it. Break it. Make it scream in pleasure.</em> Images flashed through his mind of him breaking through that naive exterior and bringing out the woman that was lurking somewhere inside her. <br><br>In a flash, he spun, wrapped an arm around her hips and yanked her against the solid wall of his body. Every curve of her's was pressed against him and she'd be hard pressed not to notice how his own body was reacting to her. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against her temple. As quick as he'd done it, he let go, resuming his stride. "Where is your apartment?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 19:22:54</strong>
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				Annie listened to him answer her questions and instantly she thought in her mind, <em>Wow, he's not really much of a social one is he?</em> Her eyebrows raised as she questions him. His voice was low and booming like thunder and it sent chills down her spine every time he spoke to her. Her big brown eyes looked at him through her glasses, as she saw the scenery around indicate that she was extremely close to her apartment complex. On the street were ranged on small complexes that were once large houses now formed into a series of rooms that a renter could make a fortune out of. In one of these little houses was where Annie resided. Although, she was still weary about letting this stranger into her home. But he was currently holding her book bag as leverage, and she couldn't let him get away with her endless amount of notes that she had so diligently taken. <br><br>"Well, don't you want it back?" she began to say as she started to slow down walking to fall behind him and reach for her bag on his shoulder. The man who called himself Amun was significantly taller than her, so she attempted to jump and reach the bag hoisted there. But her fingers couldn't grasp on the zipper long enough. Annie decided to stop looking like such a fool trying to even attempt to get the book back for him, so she started walking behind him again. Sighing, seeing her apartment come up to the right hand side. Her mouth was starting to open and her finger's started to point towards the large house complex that was broken up into sections. "Its.." <br><br>But then she felt a shift as a shadow was cast over her. She felt a strong grasp on her hips that drug her body closer to him. Annie didn't even attempt to fight back against his grasp, because it felt oddly <em>good</em>. His hands sent icy chills all the way through her spine that lead up into her hair, making it feel like it was standing on it's end. His body sparked some of the suppressed sexual urges inside of her as she felt her own body reacting. Her nipples hardening under her bra, poking through the soft material to his chest. Her large brown eyes curiously looked far up into his, as she felt his curiously soft lips press up against her forehead. Her eyelids softly closed for the second, and instantly it felt like fireworks were erupting through her body cascading down to her feet. To simply say, Annie became starstruck. <br><br>She barely noticed leaving his grasp, as her body stood there frozen. Finally broken from her iced state when she heard his voice speak to her, as she took a jump back almost as if it had startled her. "Umm...ahh..well," she started to stutter and stammer as her hand went behind her head. Wincing her eyes a bit as she tried to step back down to reality. Her black framed glasses had dropped down her nose a bit, blurring her vision, but she couldn't even focus on that at the moment either. "Well, it's over here," she finally was able to say. <br><br>Annie was unsure what was compelling her to let this stranger into her home, but maybe this was a sign. Maybe it was about time that Annie lived on the wild side. Annie continued thinking these thoughts to try and reassure herself of her actions, but they made their way up a few flights of outside stairs. She reached into her small pocket and grabbed a little key chain with a Hello Kitty emblem on it. Finding the correct key but stumbling as she did so, "Umm, sorry. Just a second." Annie was apparently extremely nervous as her nervous fingers fumbled with her keys. She finally inserted the key and unlocked the door. Revealing a small one-bedroom apartment decorated with the colors of pinks and purples of all shades and hues. It was actually rather amusing and maybe straining on to eyes that were accustomed to viewing darker colors. <br><br>There was a kitchen directly to their left, and then a small living room with a large window that overlooked the backyard of the large house. The bedroom was in a small hallway to the right, and the bathroom was on the opposing side of the hallway on the left. Annie took a few steps in and turned around, smiling and throwing her hands behind her back clasping them. "And this is my apartment! You can just drop my bag to the floor here in the hallway..." she began to say, wondering if the Amun was going to leave after he dropped off her book bag, or if he had some other intentions that Annie was still trying to be oblivious to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 18:20:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/rqywqs.jpg)</div><br>Never in his life had Amun seen so much...<em>Pink. Fuck me sideways...it's everywhere.</em> The girl stood there in the hallway, hands behind her back and looking as pleased as a person could be. Meanwhile, Amun was pretty positive his face was screwed up tighter than a cork. Eyebrows raised in confusion, his eyes popping out with the absolute overload of feminine, girly, icky, his mouth hanging open. He was relatively sure his brain had simply shut down, merely a defense mechanism, against so much pink and purple and...<em>The Hello Kitty keychain. That was your hint, dumbass. You should have known.</em><br><br>She'd said something before about him wanting the book bag, outside when she'd been jumping up at him the moments before he'd snatched her against him. Now she was telling him to set the bag down. Amun closed his eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to focus himself on the way her small body had felt up against his and not on the room he was in. <em>Father should let this girl decorate Hell's inner chambers for him. Oh, the torture!</em><br><br>When he finally felt he was at least halfway centered, he opened his eyes. His fist gripped the book bag strap tighter, refusing to put it down. "Please tell me this place looked like this when you got it..." He'd meant to tell her he'd hold the bag himself. He'd meant to say most anything other than that, but it seemed the image of those rooms had burned straight through his retina and into his brain, scalding out a spot for themselves, and happily blazing away in a pink-purple dance. Dragging a hand across his eyes, he rubbed at them with his thumb and forefinger. "The bedroom...it's better than this." <br><br>It had to be better than this. Had to be. There was no way he'd be capable of doing anything with this girl surrounded by such testosterone killing decor. Amun reached out, grabbed her hand and made his way down the hallway. Looking in one door he found the bathroom. Only one other door down this hallway. <em>Bedroom. Please don't be...</em> With a grimace he pushed the door open and reached to the side wall to flick the light on.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 17:59:39</strong>
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				Annie's innocent smile slowly disappeared from her face when she noticed the looks of shock and distaste coming from Amun. She raised her arm over her shoulder and took a sniff at her armpits, wondering if she possibly smelled horrible and was causing him to be uncomfortable in that way. Annie realized that she still smelled fresh and clean, radiating her body was from her shower earlier today. <em>I wonder what's making him look so weird,</em> she thought to herself as she watched him close his eyes. Then he finally spoke, and Annie looked around her. At her pink and purple room that looked like it should belong to a child no older than the age of 10. <br><br>"No, I brought all my decorations with me! Don't you like it?!," she began to say, but then realized that the looks of distaste were probably from her room. Annie started to walk towards him, to help him get the book bag off of his shoulders. Since it seemed like he had no interest of letting go. "I have a lot of really important notes in that bag, you know," she began to try and reason with him. Hoping that eventually he'd let the bag off of his shoulder. At the moment, she couldn't even reach the bottom zipper of the front pocket of the bag. "Jeeze," she began to say as she was jumping again behind him trying to reach the bag, "You sure are tall. You know, if you set the bag down I can get your book for you." <br><br>Annie watched him rub the temples on his forehead, and within seconds she noticed his hand wrapped around her wrist, "Wait, WHAT?! No, my bedroom isn't clean." But before she could object any further, he was dragging her into the small hallway. She noticed him look at the layout, seeing her small bathroom that only housed a shower, a toilet, and a sink. Of course there wasn't a lack of pink decorations scattered across the bathroom, along with a large bright hot pink shower curtain. But, she continued to let the massive and large body of Amun pull her forward and into the bedroom where he flicked on the light switch.<br><br>The bedroom looked very clean, besides a few clothes laying on her bed. Probably her night clothes, because it looked like a soft material light pink slip. Although, that wasn't the only thing on her bed. There were also a three stuffed animals. One looked like an old ratty bear, the other looked like a hippo, and the third looked newer but it was basically a bright hot pink bear which her last goo goo eyed love interest won her at the fair. Annie was unsure why she even kept the thing. Other than the stuffed animals, the room appeared to be fairly normal compared to the vast sea of pink in the living room. The bed sheets were pure white, and the comforter was one of those soft ones that Annie felt like she could just sink into and be lost forever.<br><br>The decorations around the room were very plain, mostly frame pictures of random portraits of flowers. Mostly done in cool colors with soft hues. There was also the same large window that was in the bedroom, with see through white curtains blocking a few rays of light from the sun. Along with a view of the backyard. Annie looked slightly nervous, as she tapped her toes against the tan carpet floor. "You know, I don't really let guys into my bedroom," she said with her voice shaking a bit, biting down on her bottom lip. She couldn't really fight with this man though, as it felt like he was almost double her height. Annie just curiously looked up at him, watching his face and expression. Silently hoping to herself that letting this man into her home was a good idea, and not a horrible horrible mistake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 05:54:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/rqywqs.jpg)</div><br>Could he say the room was better? Maybe. <em>Minus the stuffed animals.</em> His footsteps ate up the space between the doorway and the bed, where he leaned over and brushed the stuffed toys to the floor. One booted foot shoved them under the bed. "I believe you," he muttered in response to her comment about not letting guys into her bedroom. <em>I don't see how any of them would have made it past that first room.</em> They would have had to be some seriously brave men. <em>Or blind.</em> "When was the last time you had a man in your room?" Inappropriate question? Maybe, but for Amun it was nothing out of the ordinary. He wasn't likely to get all flustered over that topic, though the thought of another man in her room made a ping of jealousy shoot through him briefly.<br><br><em>We're not even going to wonder where that came from,</em> he thought, carefully steering his thoughts in the right direction. Who cares who had been there with her before? It was the here and now that mattered. Amun pulled the book bag from his shoulder and sat down on the bed, putting the bag directly behind his feet. He patted the bed, a motion meant to bring her closer. He needed to talk to this girl. The more time he spent with her, the less he could feel that she had called him there on purpose. Oh in the beginning he'd believed she was simply playing a game with him. Mortals were always getting into their little fantasies and who better to act them out with than their own personal sex demon. No ego boosting there, it was close to the truth. It would certainly not be the first time he'd been called to this plane for no other reason than to smother out some woman's fantasy flame. <br><br>"Come. We need to talk." His voice brooked no argument, but he attempted to soften it with at least half of a smile. The bed was comfortable, the comforter on top of it soft and pillow-like. For a moment, Amun simply laid back against it, reveling in the feel. <em>At least the bed's comfy. Bonus points for this room.</em> His large arms folded up behind his head, his eyes drifting shut, not in sleep, but in concentration. If the girl didn't know she had called him, then his being here was all a mistake. That didn't detract from his responsibilities while he was here. Whether she'd meant to or not, he had certain...obligations...to be filled, before he could have her release him. <em>She wouldn't know I'm bound to her.</em> His eyes popped open at that thought. It gave him a serious edge over her, one he fully intended to use. "I walk to talk about the book."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>21-08-2012, 06:19:20</strong>
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				Annie watched her Mister Hippo fall to the floor, as she felt sorry for the dust bunnies he'd probably be playing with tonight. His snark comment didn't offend Annie in the slightest, and if anything the naive woman thought it was rather a compliment. "Thanks!," she said raising her hand in the air a bit, and striking a pose. Annie looked incredibly pleased when he seemed happy with her room. She smiled widely, and shifted her feet inwards and outwards innocently. Who knew he'd enjoy something that wasn't as adorably decorated. Although, using her rationality skills she noticed that his dark intricate tattoos and the way he was darkly dressed meant that he probably wasn't as big of a fan of Hello Kitty was Annie currently was. She blushed as she couldn't believe she had just came to this reasoning. After all those Sociology classes, you'd think she'd be able to notice different types of people. It was rather obvious how little she was around people.<br><br>Amon's next question through Annie for a loop, as instantly her body language stiffened. "Umm, I honestly don't think I've ever had a man here. Besides my father," Annie blushed, as she was realizing she made herself sound like rather the prude, as she said to defend herself quickly after. "I meant...this particular room. I've totally did the whole tongue swapping french kissing thing with a bunch of my other boyfriends in a different apartment," she bit her lip, as she couldn't even tell a lie. Well, it wasn't completely a lie, she did have a kissable boyfriend once a long time ago. But, Annie was so buried in her studies, that she hadn't eve noticed the lack of testosterone in her life. <br><br>"Why do you want to know..." she began to say with hesitance as he sat down on her bed. But was instantly distracted when he started to open the bag and brought out the book. Annie's eyes lit up as she headed closer towards him. "Yeah! The book, I knew it had to be associated with you, because see look." She reached in and opened the book, displaying the intricate texts and symbols that could be easily comparable to his tattoos on his arms. "I thought that this possibly had to be yours, since I've never seen anything like this before. And, I've taken plenty of Art History classes. I at first thought the tattoos could be related to the area in pacific area where there is ritual of tattooing, but I wasn't sure." Annie's nose seemed to be horribly interested in the origins of the book and his arms. <br><br>The symbols could be compared, but they still looked so different. Also, the book seemed to have mystical powers. "Wait," she began to say with a weary look on her face. "You're not...magical are you?" Annie questioned to him, as she sat down on the bed. Her body possibly uncomfortably close to his. Her bright brown eyes staring at him through her classes as her face moved closer to him. Her thigh brushed up and pressed against his, and her body leaned him over him. Laying out her body against her comfy bed, she placed her had on his chest so she could get a good glance at his face with her curiosity. She then realized how ridiculous he question probably was. "No, sorry," she said blushing again, as she pushed a bit of her hair back behind her ear. Looking away, and hiding her red and warm cheeks. "I don't know what I was thinking, there is no way you're supernatural or something. I've been reading too much fiction." She sat on her own bed, as she stood up a bit and tucked her calved under the thighs as she sat there on her self made perch near his legs. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ezekla</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 15:25:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/rqywqs.jpg)</div><br>The woman was a bouncing ball of energy...energy and innocence. Amon was at a loss for how to deal with her. One moment she's grinning because he complimented (sorta) her room and the next she's declaring that she "tongue swapped" with guys before. He held up a hand to stop her, but her easily excited self kept talking. "Hey..." he started, though she continued babbling as he pulled the book out and set it on his lap. "Shush...SHUSH woman." He had practically growled at her and had to force himself to take a deep breath, letting his eyes drift shut for a moment to calm his nerves. They were quickly fraying. Everything about this had been so unusual and Amon simply didn't know how to deal with it yet.<br><br>He opened his eyes and realized she was peeling through the book again, going on about him being "mystical" and "supernatural". <em>Well at least we're on the right track.</em> Pulling her fingers free of the book, he slammed it shut again, feeling the hum from the book vibrate up his spine and down to every never ending. "Ye-", he started, cut off again when she started backtracking and blushing and trying to rationalize away her thoughts. <br><br>Distracted, he set the book beside him, reached for her hips and spun her so they faced one another on the bed. His hand came up immediately and laid across her mouth. "Hush. For just a moment. Let. Me. Talk." The sentence was broken, as he careful enunciated every single word. Amon's eyes widened, his eyebrows arching up as he waited for her to at least nod her head that she had understood. Knowing her, she'd start blabbering behind his palm and expect him to listen to the muffled bits of phrases. <br><br>"No speaking until I tell you to. Got me?" He removed his hand from her mouth. "Before we get into what I am, you are going to tell me a few things." He stopped and ticked off items on his fingers. "One, where you got this book. Two, what page you read in this book. And lastly, how you were even capable of reading it." He laid his hand down on the book, the physical contact making him feel more in control already. "Then...and only then...we will discuss who...or what...I am."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Play with Demons (Ezekla + Rel Mayer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>07-09-2012, 05:52:19</strong>
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				Annie was the type of person to find herself on a train of thought and to go with it. Not paying attention to anyone or anything around her, and it was probably due to her decent amount of intellect, but applying it in real life situations was near impossible. She should have been listening to the person who was also speaking to her, but rather instead she was very focused on her train of thought. The look of shock on her face made her eyes grow extremely wide when his very large hand wrapped around her small face. Before he could even tell her to be quiet, she had started talking again. Her cheekbones rubbing up against the edges of his palm, as her words were extremely muffled. She was probably saying something along the lines of objections to what he was doing. But she didn't seem too distraught about her lack of being able to ramble uncontrollably anymore. <br><br>Her wide and curious eyes looked to Amun in curiosity, as she listened to him. Apparently she had been rambling but that was of no surprise to her. Her cheeks blushed a warm red as she nodded while his hand was still on her face. She stuck her tongue out a bit, to attempt to play around and make his hand withdraw from her face. As she licked his palm deviously and playfully for a second before he withdrew. A simple and wide smile was on her face, as sh looked rather pleased with her previous actions. Even though she had thought this man was going to rape her not even an hour ago, she was warming up to him rather quickly and nicely. He seemed so interested in that book, and Annie was unsure why she trying to give it to him and he wouldn't just leave and take it. <em>Maybe he likes me</em>, she thought to herself with a smile.<br><br>But within a few seconds, she felt his strong grip force her up from her position and to face him. Instantly her eyes had widened once again, and that little smirk grinned had dissipated from her face. Annie realized how large this man was compared to her, as they were sitting on her bed she still couldn't help but feel that he was towering over her. She looked up at him, as she nodded again complying to his wishes for her to stay silent until he finally spoke to her. Which she found very hard. Already she wanted to retort that if he wanted to say something, then he should have just asked. Still completely unaware that she had been interrupting him this entire time, but she had a educated guess due to his impatience with her talking so much.<br><br>His questions sent a calm sense over her body, as she pushed her black framed glasses up against her face as she thought. "Well," she finally said. First questionably looking at him seeing if she was alright to respond. But, she assumed so and she continued on, "Well, I was at my favorite used bookstore. I was leaving there right when I first saw you!" Triumph was displayed on her face as she beamed. "You'd really love the bookstore," she began to say smiling wide, leaning into him as she continued on, "The owner is a little old. He sort of reminds me of my Grandpa, except an Americanized version of him. I guess the only reason he reminds me..." but then a look of guilt came over her face as she realized she was rambling once again. <br><br>Annie blushed and covered her mouth with her hand this time, as she then parted a few of her fingers to let the words, "I'm sorry," come through without being muffles. She decided to finish the questions again, "I just read the back of the book, and at first I couldn't read the words. But then they were all squirming around and the words just came to my mouth. Almost like magic." Her starstruck eyes looked at him again, as she was smiling so wide. So excited to hear the explanation that he probably knew very well. 
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