Slash Charm (Part Two)
Why the nights were this cold in the middle of the year, Blakbird didn't know. She didn't care. But she wanted to.
She wrapped her arms around herself as she continued on her path back to Division Direct. The sky was starless. What few trees were there slept silently, and the night critters stayed hidden. As peaceful as it was, contradicting it were the surrounding buildings. They were no taller than one story, but they loomed over menacingly, swallowing the girl in their deep shadows.
She felt safe. She felt fearful. Everything in her contradicted.
It was that moment again. She knew she was about to black out. She began running to her quarters in hopes that she would arrive to be in her sister's care, but--
"It'll be dawn soon," Sarah noted. She made sure what moonlight that was left wouldn't cast light on her emerald eyes. She hated moonlight.
"Trying to get rid of me so fast?"
"Of course." Sarah laughed a bit and placed her hand on the wolf's back. "Take care of her fast and you'll be promoted. You remember what the Three said."
Jason sighed in annoyance, "Don't start lecturing me like they do. I get enough of it when I successfully carry out my assignments--"
"Your own way, yes. Which usually ends up in a few more casualties than need be. Just be done with it, M. Bloodthirsty." She let her hand slide off his jacket as she left, looking back once when she was confident he wouldn't be doing the same. Jason didn't dare look back at someone who wouldn't call him by his proper title. But for her, he made an exception.
Jason proceeded to the Direct district. Enough was enough, and this Dark Angel wasn't going to ruin his dinnertime anymore.
"Kinda lonely, isn't it?"
She scratched her nose. Stupid mosquitoes. She wished the one spot her skin was exposed wasn't so attractive to the bloodsuckers.
She launched herself from the treetop and dove gracefully to the ground. As she landed, the grey wolf she so dearly loved to fight stopped in front of her.
"Oh, this is already fun."
"Stop talking to yourself, you nut," Jason growled.
"It's not your business who I'm talking to, Blothir." She folded her rather large wings behind her, flicking her golden tail from side to side like a Bombay kitten.
"I don't give a fuck whose business what is. Except that you're mine!" He flung his claw at her. Braids of pitch-black thread tied around her, but as they tightened, she flung open her powerful wings to shred them apart.
Eerily calm in voice, she snatched him by his neck, gripping hard. "You want to play this game again with me?" He writhed, frantic in his attempt to peel her claws off him neck. He knew how pitiful he looked by his reflection on her moonlit gold mask. He also already felt pathetic at how short and victoriless his fight went. Unable to think of another way out, he submitted.
As he coughed and hacked, half-curled on the ground, Jirala squatted down and stared at him. "This is why you don't mess with us demons, Bloodthirsty. You don't even know what to do other than your pathetic magik. It doesn't work on us." She stood back up, her long curly-Q hair bunching up and straightening, her fur color turning into a deep red... She stepped in front of a door and turned the handle. "The Three need to get you an easier way to earn that title 'Master'. Unless they wanted you killed...."
Jason stared amazed (and in pain) at her changing appearance as she left his sight. When the door closed and locked, he stood up carefully, rubbing his throat.
"Dark Angel... is Blakbird?"