Demhara- hot demons, and cold Memories:
Demhara spun gun at the ready the instant she heard Jenson cry out- ready to lay in a hail of bullets, but nothing was there, at least nothing she could see. Jenson was staggering back- clinging to his arm hissing in pain.
“What happened?”
“Some kind of defense- fire, but...” Demi didn't wait to hear the rest, she went to Jensons's side and pulled the injured arm away from him, eliciting another whine of pain. His arm was a mess, the flesh lacerated in tiny pinprick cuts- like some might make with a razorblades, and his skin was burned, yet icy to the touch.
“What the hell?” Demi muttered as she fished in a pocket for her tiny kit.
“I'm fine- really” Jenson tried pulling away, but Demi held his arm firmly.
“I don't need you getting some God only knows kind of infection and dropping dead on me- I need you.” she fluttered her eyelashes at him, smiling her seductress smile, as she smeared a salve Sophie had given her.
“Fire and Brimstone!” Jenson howled pulling away and dancing around like he had a whole nest of fire ants in his pants, “what the hell is that stuff?!” Demi rolled her eyes,
“It's something Sophie gave me for my kit- it's just a antibiotic stop fussing and let me put a bandage on it.” she took out a large gauze pad and tape and in a twinkling had his arm wrapped, it was only a basic field dressing but kept his injuries protected. “What happened? When YOU touched the ice?”
“Fire, but- cold fire.” Demi smirked.
“Goodness the Demons we're dealing with today really have a vendetta against men? The first probably wanted you to help her make more demon babies- not that Kite would have minded by the way he was checking her out- really she looked like a utter tramp, her's weren't even real.”
“Demhara....”
“And this one wants to cut you boys all up like sushi..” This got her a glare, but jenson got to work looking about the small space, Demi followed his example- both searching for anything that might give them a clue to their situation.
The block of ice was thick, black and glossy- like an obsidian stone, but had a slight transparency. It rose from the floor with a sight irregularity of shape and dimensions- like an ice cube left in a glass for too long. Demi dragged her hand along it's surface as she circled the block again, it was maddening how barren this space was- not even a real smell or any-kind tickled her nose, just the cold, the smell of old timbers from the building and Jenson's sent- All together the smells reminded her of Old Spice, just like her father and grandfather used to wear. Demi stopped short and shook herself- what the hell had just happened, she withdrew her hand, staring at the block quizzically she tapped it with her manicured nails- a dull solid barely perceptible sound. Something was wrong with this ice, like it was not just a dull lump, she felt Jenson's eyes and looked back at him and raised a brow..
“...Are you staring at my ass Mr. White?”
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