My Daddy Death. [Invite/Permission. Accepting]

Jezebel Taylor | Angel

After a short while of just breathing, the stars faded and I began to see normally again. Once I fully registered what was going on, I sat up. I was covered in the den of someone's house. I'd seen him around before, but I couldn't match a name with his face. I was pretty sure I remained concious through the fall, but my memory was faded. Anxiously, I ruffled the blanket to find my hands, still in their gloves. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing I hadn't passed any of my poison to this familiar face. My questioning nature automatically made me wonder how he brought me inside without being burnt.

"Who are you?" he whispered, "And...what exactly are you?" I watched him carefully, suddenly feeling paranoid. I tried with all of my might to figure out who he was. We all lived in Reaper, all went to the same school, I had to know him from at least there. The last bit of his question sent chills down my spine what exactly are you? The honest truth was that I didn't know, but he wouldn't believe me. What was I going to tell him? How would this possibly work?

I took a deep breath. "I'm Jezebel. Jezebel Taylor." My eyes searched his face for any recognition. My white eyes darted. "I-I don't know what I am. I was a normal person this morning. Even this afternoon. Now I have w-wings and white eyes, and a tattoo I never got-" My words were shaking, and I was holding tears in, trying not to let down the barrier. My eyes switched back to normal as a tear ran down my cheek, hot against my skin. "Help me." I whispered.

I made a vow to not break down in front of anyone after today, It wasn't like me. It was already happening now, I couldn't stop it.

Stormy|Succubus

Things were getting confusing. I'd changed into something, I knew that much. The question was, what had I turned into? I dared a peek out the window, seeing that the man was still on my porch. I groaned and sat back down on the floor. What was I going to do? I'd turned into some demon freak, but why? Had I done something to deserve this?

Closing my eyes and sighing, I decided there was really only one way to handle this. The man on my porch knew something, I could feel it. Even if my guess was wrong, at least I'd do a great job at getting him off my porch. Standing up, I took a deep breath and opened the door a little bit, just enough to see him where he was sitting. He looked up at me and opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off.

"What am I?" I asked bluntly, my voice barely audible.

Shaun Keats

"What am I?" Stormy asked. She was barely able to choke the words out.

I looked at Stormy for a moment. "You're a succubus," I answered. "It's a...a...ah..." I couldn't think of a way to explain that wouldn't be completely awkward. I could already feel myself blushing. "Look it up sometime," I finished hurriedly.

When Stormy didn't say anything, I kept talking to fill the silence. "Um..." I stammered. "I'm sorry--I--it must be strange for me to just show up on your porch--I'm Shaun Keats."

"You work at the library, right?" Stormy said. It was a legitimate response, but her voice was monotone. She was still pretty traumatized.

"That's right," I replied. I hesitated before continuing. Although she had fallen silent, I could tell that Stormy wanted to know more. I'd have to be careful--I didn't want to lie to her, but I couldn't tell her everything at once. It would just be too much.

"Listen," I began. "I have to sort out a few things with my boss first, but then we can take care of this mess. There are a few other people I have to find, too. Do you...do you want to stay here, or do you want to come with me?"

Stormy|Succubus

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. If I went with him maybe I'd find out more about what I was and what was happening. If I stayed here, I wouldn't get seen by other people. Then again, I didn't care anymore what people saw me as, even if what they were seeing was a monster.

Maybe these other people were like me, and maybe they knew more than Shaun was telling me. I crossed my arms and glanced down at the wooden floor of the porch. What other option did I have? Sit here and wait for my brother to get back so he can freak out?

"I'm going with you," I said simply, keeping my voice quiet.

Brandon - Incubus

She takes a deep breath before answering with her name. Jezebel Taylor... That sounds familiar. I think while I wait for the rest of her answer, watching as she studies me.

"I-I don't know what I am. I was a normal person this morning. Even this afternoon. Now I have w-wings and white eyes, and a tattoo I never got-"

Her words shake, her eyes watery. My heart sinks in my chest, never seeing someone so broken and scared at the same time before. Her white eyes switch back to a more human color and a tear runs down her cheek.

"Help me," she whispers.

I cross the room and sit at her side, tightening my robe around me as my wings twitch strangely behind me.

"It's okay," I whisper, pulling her into a hug, "You aren't alone."

Jezebel Taylor | Angel


The guy embraced me, my tears wetting the fabric of his robe. I let
my tears escape for a few minutes, then pulled myself together, realizing the impossibility. I pushed myself away from him, my eyes darting around him like mad. Twisting my hands nervously, I looked at his skin. It was untouched. I was taken a back.

"How- how did you not get burned?" I questioned, My mind over-lapping itself. "My skin, it's like acid. You're unharmed." I whispered, grabbing his uncovered arm with my gloved hand, observing it closer. I rubbed my arm against his, like a cat nuzzling a person, and stared wide-eyed at the reaction, or lack there of.

Spoiler

Is it weird the SB about Death almost died?

Xander Liam

It was early the next afternoon when I went upstairs to grab some things and go for a walk, and then I was hit by an invisible force.

My senses heightened, everything went to high definition bluray clarity. I could see everything as clearly as if I was standing right in front of it. I could smell everything, the water on my bed side table, the leftover wrapper from a granola bar.
My hearing sharpened, I could hear the tiny footsteps of an ant on the outside of the window sill through the window, the beat of a fly's wings.

And if I closed my eyes, I could feel the letters off a page of text.

Before I knew it I sat on my bed admiring my new found senses, and a searing, jarring pain wrenched through my skull.

I through myself bodily on the bed, almost wanting to scream. A weak whimper was all I could manage.

And then a new feeling, an unconscious feeling.

Someone was drawing closer, nearing me slowly.

A knock at my door,

"Xander! Are you okay in there?"

"Oh yeah, I'm great, just stubbed my toe..." I answered at the door, only I was standing,facing him In the door frame.

When did I even get up and open the door?

"Okay, I'm gonna head out and do some work at the station. Don't burn the house down." he said.

"Cool, love you..." I said,

"Love you," he said.

A new feeling, almost like a scent in the air. It was a thin, cold scent, primordial.

Deceit
He's lying...

"Okay then, see you tonight." I said, and he left.

This is un-real, I have to tell Hunter.

The next thing I see is the tree outside my house, I have the key in my hand and am locking the door to my house. I quickly check to see if I have everything, I do, my wallet and phone.

That's so weird


I make a walk for Hunter's, I'm walking for about thirty seconds before I find myself outside of Hunter's house.

That's usually a five minute walk...

She meet's me at the door,

"Hey Xander, how's it goin?" she asks.

"I just needed to ask a favor," I say.

"Well shoot then,"

"Two truths and a lie" I say, I blink.

All my senses heighten again. The force almost sends me back, I can smell her hair, raspberry shampoo. The green in her eyes was piercing, every breath was like soft thunder.

"Mm, okay. I've never seen an Alfred Hitchcock Movie. I've always wondered if that myth about the tongue to a pole was true, and my first pet was a dog named Skippy."

The smell again, the primordial scent bloomed for the slightest moment.

"The last one was the lie," I breath.

"Good, that's correct," she says, "Anything else?"

I shake my head, " No, I'm good, thanks Hunt."

She nods, "Cool, see ya later then." she says, and closes the door.