Does the light sway from the Dark?

[Holly]

Holly moved behind the bar, dressed in tight leather trousers and a figure hugging black leather waistcoat and allowed her perfectly formed breast to almost spill out as she leaned across the bar to take peoples orders. She had worked at Bound for...ever, and couldn’t think of a better place to work. She had moved up the ranks to assistant manager but still loved to work the bar. She was renowned for her ability to find a fight in any situation, something hat actually was valued in Bound as she protected the girls and the guys from being harassed by the patrons.

The night was pretty quiet, with just a few regulars but it was still early, only ten PM and Holly use her time to lean against the bar and read the new Anne Rice novel and laughed periodically at moments that no one else would find funny, unless of course you knew vampires. She knew a few, but she kept herself to herself in the supernatural community, Skinwalkers were now known for announcing themselves.

[Damian]

The club was pumping, as it usually was, vibrations bouncing from floor to ceiling and making the walls seem more enclosed around him. Of course, it was usually packed, but tonight it was a little slow. Though, that didn't change the reason Damian seeked this as his shelter. The music, the people, this was what the fallen needed to be surrounded by. He needed to breathe in their ignorance, live for that moment without having to take risks so he too could act human and be ignorant of the outer realms.

When he had first fell from the Light of grace and the unconditional love it 'garaunteed,' Damian hadn't remembered anything. One could say he was as ignornat as a human child. The wave of emotions had overwhelmed him. First, there was the undeniable anger. Then, confusion. Love was nothing on earth, he had felt nothing of it. In time, through the eyes of a human girl, he learned how to survive, and eventually love. Through Lucifer, his very own savior, he remembered himself. Lucifer helped him to see through the Darkness and learn to love it. To see the faults in the Light. Damian relearned history and his reason for living seemed all the more important. He fell for truth. Eden; Heaven; Grace; Him, corrupt. Damian's memories had become sharp daggers stabbing into his mind and forcing him to see truth. Lucifer, his mentor and best friend, too care of him and helped him off the streets. The Almighty did nothing but take. He took the human girl who had first helped him. Took her for no reason at all but to spite Damian for having fell from His Light. He was no king, He was nothing; God.

And Damian was growing weary, his youthful human form showed the eternity of his soul through the windows of his eyes. This club was his haven away from it all. With a beer in hand, his translucent blue eyes scanned through the pulsing wave of dancing humans, and he felt a sense of relief. Though, there were few who werent human. Some Arc's protecting innonence unseen by human eyes, and a few fallen probably there for the same reason as he was were at the club.

Damian ran a hand through his unruly dark hair and took a swig of his beer greedily. His head was tilted back pleasantly to take in the whole drink. the ruby liquid ran out quickly, and Damian peered hungrily into the bottle in search of a possible last drop. Empty. Everything was empty. Empty like all of His promises.

[Holly]

Holly looked up from her book and noted on of the regulars, a young man, dark hair. She had never caught his name, but then again she had never asked. He seamed lost in his own thoughts but she took note of the empty bottle and place dher book down and moved to stand infront of him, leaning slightly over the bar with a small smile.

"Same again sweetheart? or something a little stronger?" She pushed her fingers through her dark, messy styled hair and noted that the small stages were beginning to fill with the entertainment. Hopefully the club would pick up, she craved the lous music and muffled tones of conversations.

[Damian]

A woman's voice interupted Damian's thoughts, and he looked up to see the bartender. Her hair was cut short, dark, and she had pretty skin that glowed under the lights. Damian, at first, didn't look her in the eye, but stared at her mouth as she spoke. He was trying to make out the words she was saying, as if he couldn't hear her properly. Then, as his mind returned and he was brought back into reality, it dawned on him. Finally, he slowly raised his eyes to find her honeysuckled ones, and gave a sheepish smile. One might mistake him for drunk, but he was just so deep in thought that he didn't feel like himself. Usually, with a woman of this build, he would start with the corny pick-up lines and maybe even a little harrassment, but he only smiled.

"Yes, um. Another drink." He looked away and thought for a moment.

"A roman coke, please." At that, he placed $20 on the counter and watched her.

Not feeling himself, he decided to pick things up a bit and snap out of his mood.

"What's your name babe?" he gave his trade-mark smirk, a little playful and defiant.

Damian then glanced around and looked at the book she had been reading. An Ann Rice novel, vampires. He grinned and looked back up at her.

"You know, vampires are much more interesting in real life than in those novels."

[Holly]

Holly gave a small nod when he finally ordered and set to work making his drink, setting the drink before him after a quick mix and took the twenty and opened the till up for his change.

"Holly," She replied when he asked what her name was, giving a polite smile, "there you go sweetheart," She said and handed him the change.

She was about to turn and return to her book when she gave a light laugh at his comment about vampires and it was only then she took the time to truly look at the man. Something about him was not human, she couldn't place it though. She leaned over the bar and kept her face passive as she looked at him, and then in a split second she allowed her eyes to morph into cat-like slits,

"Oh, I know exactly what they are like..." She smirked and pulled back, "That's why i read the trashy horror, i find the whole visage of the supernatural in books highly enetertaining.." She winked and allowed her eyes to morph back to human.

"Whats your name pumpkin?" She asked.

[Damian]

"Holly. Cute name." Damian remarked as she handed him the roman coke, and he nodded his thanks.

She was about to turn around, but caught his remark on the vampires with a light-hearted laugh that reminded him of bells. Damian grinned a knowing smile, hoping to have stumped this human girl. This was how he usually tried to entrance women he found attractive. He would try to allure them by the unkown.

Then something he hadn't expected happened. Holly leaned across the bar, making herself look even more delicious, and Damian leaned closer as if she were sharing a secret. And she was. Instead of giving a witty comment, as he would expect from a woman in the art of flirtation, she instead made he eyes flash a golden colour. Cat eyes. Startled, because he had been so close and didn't expect it, he fell back on his stool, gripping the bar to keep him steady. She only winked and went back to normal.

"Damian" He answered and took a swig of his drink to being him out of his temporary shock.

"So, what are you? A demon? Nephillim? Maybe a pixie of some sort? I like the pixie idea, you'd be a cute little fairy." he gave a sly grin.

[Holly]

Holly gave a soft laugh as she watched Damian's reaction to her morphing and leaned gentle against bar.

"Damian huh?" She smirked, "you must of got some stick at school for that...."

She paused then and gave him a glance up and down, running her tongue across her bottom lip, testing the air.

"But of course...you didn't go to school did you, you're not human..." She still could not tell what he was, but human he was not. Her voice trailed into a whisper at the end of her sentence and she moved closer to him then, her face meeting his dead on, her eyes fixed on his. He certainly was a puzzle.

"Oh, pumpkin, I can be anything you want me to be.." She said with a flirtatious tone. It was part of her job to please the customers, and as assistant manager, to her customers mean more money, but this Damian also intrigued her some what.

"What about you?" Holly asked with a raised brow, "asking a lady such intimate questions, are you willing to divulge?"

[Damian]

A sly smirk crept along Damian's features, darkening them as Holly mentioned him not being human. This girl was a smart one, smarter than the others he had encountered before. He could simply be highly informed of the other worlds, or maybe a witch of some sort. They knew things, yet were human. But Holly was a smart one, she could probably sense his aura.

Damain leaned across the bar aswell, getting closer to her. For some reason, he was tempted to show her his dark wings, but he restrained himself and focused on trying to figure out what she was. For some reason, he thought she was human before, and nothing more. How could he have mistaken her so easily? There was just something about Holly that was different. What was she?

"School doesn't teach you about the things that hide in your closet at night." His smile darkened, something almost sinister wellng up inside it. He stopped.

"Of course, I did go to school. And graduated at the bottom of my class." He lied.

Holly's next comment made Damian laugh heartily outloud, the sound ringing throughout Bound in fading echos. She was anything he wanted her to be? That made him smile. Females, always actng in the art of flirtation and seduction, something that he often practiced. Falling was the best thing that he had ever done, though that wasn't his imression at first. But now, Damian loved the emotions and thrills humans gave one another.

"Why don't you be a little kitty for me." He gave a seductive grin.
"I am but a man, nothing more. Nothing less..." Again, he lied.

[Holly]

Holly allowed her face to smile mischievously before trailing her tongue across her bottom lip. This young man certainly was entertaining. She reached up and rubbed the muscles at the back of neck and tilted her head, casting her pale eyes over him.

"A Kitty you say?" She said with a thick, husky tone, "A little generic isn't it."

She gave a slight laugh and turned and took a bottle of water from the back fridge and began to unscrew the lid, "just a man eh? I beg to differ, i don't think your are just a man, there's something more to...something...elluring...most men do nothing but bore me...you have sparked my interest pumpkin.."

She took a sip from her bottled water and placed it aside and tried to make sense of what about him made her think he was not human. There was most deffinitley a aura about him, a powerful one, but, she had never been very good at judging species. If she shape changed then she would have a better clue. When she was in animal form she was more connected to the spiritual realm and in turn could tell all species apart. But she doubted her employers would like it if she shifted into a kitten there and then. The last thing she wanted was having to explain to her boss that she was a skin walker. That was a conversation she hated having.

[Damian]

Damian was perplexed by this female. He liked her. Holly was way more relaxed and confident in herself than most women seemed to be. As she took a sip of her bottled water, the fallen angel lethis fingers dance along the mahogany wood of the bar, a habit of his when he spaced out or got too deep into thought.

A wave of depression washed over him as there was a silence between them, the feeling he had when he first entered the bar before talking to Holly. Damian never did handle human emotions easily. When he fell from grace life was difficult for him. He didn't know how to control the mood swings. Though he had gotten over it, Damian still had trouble every now and again.

Damian's light eyes gazed back up at the bartending beauty and he let out a small, restless chuckle. If he were still in God's light, he wouldn't have this much trouble trying to figure out what sort of creature she was. But of course, he was too greedy to let God keep him. He wanted a life. And he got one. Was it really worth it? Sometimes Damian didn't know and often wondered what things would be like if he hadn't turned his back on the light.

"When do they let you off?" Damian asked straightfowardly. He wanted to get to know this girl better.