Jetta wrote:Caught up in her blood lust, Tagg had completely ignored the other aproaching figure. The rock momentarily nocked her out of her reverie but then she simply crouched there among the trash, her eyes glazed and glowing red. Muscles spasming along her back, Tagg broke into a small grin that began to grow wider, displaying all of her now bloody pointed teeth. Her switchblade lay forgotten but it didn't look like she would need it. The air seemed to hum with the power that her body radiated, strengthened by the blood of the angel. If the other angel hadn't stopped her she would have drained the small female then and there.
God, she needed some more of it. Now there was two of them. Double the blood. Giggling quietly, Tagg sounded almost as if she was choking. Her laughter bubbled and frothed with the angel's blood, staining her lips a deep red. Tagg laughed harder, ignoring the other angel's words, if she even understood them. More beast than human at that point, waves of insanity and power rolled of off her in a thick aura, reflected by her glassy red eyes. Slowly, she got to her feet, beginning to advance. "Happy birthday to me, happy birt-" she sang softly under her breath, a small bubble of blood popping at the corner of her mouth. She licked the blood that trickled down her lip, never stopping her steady yet slow advance.
Letty shuddered. This demon had already tasted angel blood, and most likely knew she was an angle as well. "Get back, don't move!" she cried shivers going up and down her back, giving her goose-pimples all over her arms and legs. "Don't you dare hurt this angel again," She growled, hoping to sound brave. Inside she was shivering like mad. 'How long can I keep this act up?' she wondered. 'I can most likely carry the angel a few blocks away, take her to Nana's, but- what would nana say?' she shook her head, trying not to vomit at the demons blood-stained lips.
Artemis awoke and thanked the boy, asked him to set her down, and took off in the direction of home. As she ran, she passed by a very rich couple, waving and feeling very dirty, with her bloodstained hair and clothes, and a bruised arm. She turned a corner and saw a boy. 'oh joy, not another demon!' she gasped, but he seemed different. She noticed a girl was with him. She hid behind some garbage can, but tripped and fell out in the open. 'Gosh, I must look a fright,' she thought. Bloody fore-head, torn clothes, her cloak fluttering, also bloody. "Um, hi.. do you think you could help me...?" she asked before what had happened that day caught up with her and she blacked out.