Jarrod and Namir's Shack. (Private)

[Namir Black]

Namir watched as Pete charged Jarrod, her stomach tightened with anticipation. Please, God, don't kill him. I don't want to see either of you die... She squeezed her eyes shut to prevent her from seeing it happen. Namir would die if she had to see another of her family killed before her eyes.

The demon jumped on her leg and clawed its way into her body. The venom stung as it entered the pentagram and it began to glow red. Suddenly she lost control of her body, she tried to fight, but Auron just laughed at her. Pressure built up in Namir's head as she kept trying to push the demon out, to keep her free will. Auron cackled again You little b*tch. You've always been such a rebel. I could cast you aside with a flick of my finger. Don't test me, Namir Aurore Black. The voice sounded like an abusive parent scolding their child, against her will she was pushed aside and Auron took over.

Sexily she strutted over to Pete, passing by Jarrod. "You're so strong Pete, I can't believe that I ever chose that mongrel over you. I should've taken my chance while I had it." Namir's voice purred poutily in Pete's ear. Her hands pulled Pete into her, her face an inch from Pete's. Namir wound herself around him, standing right in front of Jarrod, but ignoring his presence totally. Like she used to pet Jarrod, she ran her fingers through his hair and looked on him dotingly. Auron urged her to kiss him, I can't do it! No! I won't. she thought angrily at Auron. Namir. Do it... I'll make you kill them both, this isn't nearly the worst of what is to come. You might come to spare them both if you do it. Namir brought her lips to Pete's, trying to look deep into his eyes and not let the tears escape them. Auron urged her lips against his with force, making it appear as great passion to her onlooking boyfriend.

[Pete]

He suddenly felt weak as the demon crawled out of his body, coughing up a bit of blood. It felt as if he'd been beaten. He wasn't sure if it was the fact he had been possessed or that he'd been smacked upside the head with Jarrod's bear claw of a fist. Pete was in a state of total confusion. Whats... whats going on here?

He silently thanked god when he realized both Namir and Jarrod were alive and apparently unharmed. What had happened to Auron? Did they kill him for good this time? He was still dazed from the recent events. The world became that much more strange as Namir approached. She walked right past Jarrod. "You're so strong Pete, I can't believe that I ever chose that mongrel over you. I should've taken my chance while I had it." She said, her face almost touching his, that same look in her eyes as that night at in the club. Did she get hit in the head too? All thought processes stopped as she ran her fingers through his hair. He was pretty sure he no longer had control of his motor skills either. When did she get this beautiful? But wait, wasn't she with Jarrod? Wha-- The question left his mind as she kissed him. It wasn't a friendly kiss on the cheek like before. He returned the gesture, trapped in the warmth of her lips. Rationality had gone right out the window.

[Jarrod]

Warily watching Pete, who didn't seem ready to attack again, Jarrod breathed lightly through his nose, tensing for another round. But instead of attacking with that evil gray look, Pete looked rather confused, his blue eyes a bit fuzzy and unfocused. Had the demon left? Jarrod kept alert, though a flash of confusion lighted his green eyes as he watched the younger boy look around. Then Namir walked by. Ignoring him, she practically threw herself on Pete, petting and stroking him. Jarrod could only watch with his mouth half-open as she openly kissed him. And Pete kissed her back wholeheartedly. For a few seconds, the two of them made out while Jarrod watched, too stunned to do anything. But then his blood ran cold and hot as he snapped out of it. "PETE!" he roared angrily, "You get away from my Namir!" Striding over powerfully, he grabbed the blonde's shoulder, ripping him away and shoving him against the wall. "Namir?" he questioned, confused and hurt, "snap out of it! I thought..." but he couldn't go on. Jarrod didn't know what to think or who to be angrier at.

[Pete]

((this entire event takes place be4 arai's return))

He hit the wall of the shack with a thud. It was go time. "Your Namir?! She barely knows you! I've risked my neck for her, I've fought vampires and demons alike for her! You took her from me!" He spat, his words as sharp as his claws. He strode over to Jarrod, lifting him by his collar like the insolent pup he was. "She'll kiss whoever the hell she wants to!" Pete was fueled by pure rage and hatred towards Jarrod, perhaps jealousy as well. He had no family. He had no home. He lived from day to day, just trying to stay a step ahead of those who would have him killed. Arai constantly scorned his affection, sometimes he wondered if she even cared that he existed. Namir was the only soul on this earth that cared for him and Jarrod took her away. That night in the woods, he died twice that night. Once in the water, and again when Jarrod kissed her.

[Namir Black]

Namir was now standing between the two men which she loved most on this earth, Jarrod and Pete. On the inside she was a potpourri of emotion, she knew how she had hurt Jarrod by that kiss, but at the same time she was surprised at Pete's reaction. How had she not known he felt this way? Surely she wasn't blind... But he's always been after Arai.. her brow furrowed. The demon that possessed her didn't let a tear fall from her eye nor any of the current feeling that she had be displayed upon her face. Auron had made her do it; and while she could've resisted, she knew that a kiss would be better than losing both of them on the spot. She was a hostage in her own body, Auron could simply push aside her soul and live in her body. That wasn't his purpose and she knew it. Now he whispered his plan to her as he sat with her in the inner recesses of her mind. Namir cried even harder on the inside, outside she smiled. The demon had stolen her voice and stopped her movement for now. You will speak only when spoken to, child. he cackled in a voice that only she could hear.
Auron, you have me right now. Why don't you just take me, and leave them alone? You can take me, they're preoccupied with their own issues. Namir's voice was pleading and urgent, Please. Spare them. She just wanted to make sure they were safe, even if it meant giving herself up to Auron.

The voice gritted furiously back, You think you're special.. How do you know that what I'm doing to them I won't in turn do to you as once as I make you soak in their blood? Namir don't think you're immune. I need your blood for my power. They're involved, they have to die or else it will certainly mean my demise. The snarl of the demon echoed in your head, Besides, why would I want you when you carry his witchblood brat?

Baby? Namir's mouth dropped open. She was pregnant?? They had just had sex last night, it couldn't be this soon! Namir wasn't even sure if she wanted to be with Jarrod forever or not. Her mind spun, and her stomach churned in unison. It was too soon, this couldn't be happening right now. Namir was still just a kid! Pete was right, she barely knew him.. This can't be happening... She froze up, caught up in her own thoughts. Auron smiled, she felt it, he thought he had won.. He pushed her to the back of her mind and for now took over.

[Jarrod]

Grabbing Pete's arm as he held him by the collar, Jarrod wrenched it away, twisting it painfully behind Pete's back. Holding him in a headlock, the taller boy grunted, "No, I didn't take her! She chose me! And you're too young for her anyways!" Now that Namir was at stake, Jarrod would fight anyone and anything to get her back, even if it was Pete. Besides, didn't Pete have that Arai girl anyways? He should just stop following Namir around like a lost puppy and get his own life on. As much as Pete wished to deny it, he kept Namir around because she made him feel safer. Or at least that's what Jarrod thought. But no more. Pete could take care of himself, and so could Namir. "Yes, she can kiss me, because that's who she wants!" Jarrod roared, wrestling with the younger boy.

[Pete]

"We will live for ever Jarrod, in a century, three years means nothing!" But enough talk. He didn't start the fight, but he would finish it. Pete would not be intimidated. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes letting the human side fade, awakening the beast. His muscles tensed, his bones grew and joints relocated with sickening pops, his face contorting and becoming more wolf like. Nature's perfect killing machine. Thats right, don't ever forget it Jarrod. Don't ever forget that you're still a human without the full moon... Now I suggest you take your filthy hands off of me before I rip them off. He projected, a sinister snarl on his face. The ace in his sleeve. You would have guessed he was just another teenager... you would have been dead wrong.

[Auron]

Auron took over what was left of Namir's body. Manically he cackled as the lycans fought. Like a spectator at a sport he sat down in a chair that rested in the room and watched the procession of the fight. Pete certainly had the strength, but did Jarrod have more intellect? He had a couple years on him, so definitely the maturity. He spoke to Namir in her mind, Well, this makes my job easier. I don't have to make you kill either of them, it looks as if they'll do it themselves. He had the comical craving for popcorn. The boys squabbled over Namir their rage feeding Auron a plentiful feast, a cornucopia of emotions and all to his delight. The boys fought on the outside, and Namir fought her mind on the inside. To tell you the truth, Auron was unsure if Namir was really pregnant, he'd just said it to finally push the lycan over the edge. What woman would want to fight when she's pregnant? It made making her do his bidding so much easier, she wouldn't want to fight to ensure to keep her baby. He smiled, that was a low blow on his part. Hey, I'm a demon. What can I say? His cocky audacity would amaze them if they truly knew how much of a maniac he really was. His cigarettes rested by on the floor beside the chair, he lit one up and took a couple drags. This is going to be fun.

[Jarrod]

Yes, Pete was a werewolf, and Jarrod wondered how he could transform without the moon for that was a priveledge reserved for the masters, which Pete was far from being. In terms of who had been a lycan the longest, Pete was older, but not by much. Anyways, back to business. Jarrod too had some aces up his sleeve. Literally, in the case of what he was about to do. For Jarrod was in his prime at twenty, while Pete was still a young teenager, not fully matured physically. Packed with thick muscle and toned to perfection, Jarrod was ready for any fight. And he was fueled by his love for Namir. Not rising to Pete's childish taunts, Jarrod attacked with grim silence, his jaw set strongly. Powering all his muscle behind him, he rammed Pete with both fists and all his momentum squarely in the chest, knocking him backwards into the wall. The shack was old, the wood dry and brittle, and the combined weight of the fighting males was too much. Pete fell clear through the wall, falling on the porch, and Jarrod followed closely behind. It was amazing what one could do for the ones they loved.

[Soren]

Mixed in the sands of time, Soren stood in the childhood home of the Black family in Italy. He cradled the tiny 8 week old Namir, with his own human form lying in the crib that the twins had shared. James and Isabella Black were sleeping down the hall, and the angel perched on a night table, watching over the soul he loved most. With a glowing hand he smoothed her soft hair and kissed the top of her head in a nurturing gesture. In a deep soothing voice he hummed the song that he wrote for her as a teenager, "Butterfly's Lullaby" knowing that she would later find solace in the melody. Namir's mouth opened and she scrunched in a sleepy yawn, she reached out a hand and grabbed onto the robes that cloaked Soren with a tight grip. A sleepy eye peeked open at him, seeming to know all that he was thinking. Namir was always like that, so intuitive, he'd always wondered about his sister, she always knew everything about him as he did about her. Gently he placed the sleepy infant back in the crib next to her twin. He was needed elsewhere for now, he could feel it, he felt the distress of his sisters mind as something took over. Then as if he'd stuck his hand straight into the embers of hell he felt the burning presence of a demon lurking there with her. Soren glanced down to the sleeping twins who had cuddled together now in peaceful slumber then out to the window as his wings silently emerged.

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Soren was pulled through the sands of time with a tight squeeze and a pop as the angel emerged on the porch of a beach house in Buenos Aires. A thick bladed sword made from the compressed stars from the highest heaven was steadied by his hand. "Auron.." he muttered. The glow radiated into the shack as the angel glided through the door and into the small room. Two men were fighting, both who he presumed to be the loves of Namir, Pete and Jarrod. The quarrel of men was not his business, but he was afraid that he could use their help. Even the highest seraph needed help sometimes. He laid a hand gruffly on the collar of the older blonde and pulled him off with a set jaw, he looked into his eyes. "In the name of God, I command you to stop your quarrel and banish the demon. I am Soren, a Power of God, and I descended to be of service. Will you help me?" Soren's voice was booming as the angel glowed a bright amber that reflected off the same black curly hair and grey eyes that rested on his sister. The passion that the lycan felt for Namir was evident, he could see it in the man's eyes as he gazed into them, but as he looked at the other lycan he saw the same passion matched. Soren's sword ignited with a sudden flame as the three came together, he smiled. This would be Auron's end...

[Jarrod]

Snarling and fighting, Jarrod was unaware of the sudden appearance until a hand was on his shoulder, pulling him back. It had to have been a strong man to pull off Jarrod, the six foot three bodybuilder/surfer. Whipping around, Jarrod started to protest angrily. "Hey! What giv..." then he stopped. The pure holiness, the strength, and the overall awe-inducing presence of the angel overcame him. Looking into those eyes, gray and wise, his anger dissapated, and he couldn't help but feel slightly foolish. His anger here was misplaced. Pete was not the enemy; he should be a friend. Jarrod was not a religious man - his parents and his brother had taken him to church, made him sit through dry sermons and creaking organ music. After running away, in a sense, Jarrod had deserted religion altogether. There was a God, this he knew, but he barely acknowledged him. God to him was a robed old man, staring down from the sky as chaos and evil overtook the world he had made below. But this angel, the demon here too, shook his previous assumptions to the core. Here, faced with this situation, who would not agree to fight? Jarrod nodded, squaring his shoulder. "I will help you," he said calmly, a strange peace washing over him as he looked into the angel's eyes. This demon would bother them no more.

[Auron]

Auron squinted back from the heavenly glow as the angel entered into the unkempt shack. Without a doubt he knew who the angel was, beneath his thin robe you could see the rigid outline of the smooth porcelain muscles that lay beneath. The curly black mop atop his head without a doubt identified him as none other than the infamous Soren, back to be his sisters protector yet again. The demon shielded his eyes in the recesses of Namir's mind. A tremor of hope shook inside Namir's body as she slowly began to stir in realization of the presence amongst them.
Don't get too eager, Namir. Your savior isn't quite here yet. He growled in a voice that only she could hear. The tremble never stopped though, the demon just ceased to feel it.
Controlling Namir's motions, he raised the cigarette to his mouth and took another long drag and blew the smoke out of her slender pointed nostrils. Auron folded the girls arms over her chest and sauntered over to to the two, bravely. "Well, Soren, I see you were let off on good behavior. What, not being God's little pet today? He must miss you." The words were sharp, cutting and sarcastic. Even though Namir was the same height as her brother when he died, he now towered over the woman's form at a frightening seven feet tall. He looked into the deep grey eyes with confidence, and temerity, like gazing into the face of God himself, and spit. A smile lurched onto his face and he folded Namir's arms in insubordination like the rambunctious teenagers that they'd once been. Auron could no longer feel the tremble of Namir's hope because now the demon was occupied with a fierce quaking of his own, deep down he knew what the angels presence meant.

[Soren]

"Fortunately, he thought I needed a little off the leash time," the angel grumbled back. The angel stood up tall and menacingly glaring at the face that was so familiar, but so foreign. Namir's beauty had increased in the two years that they had been apart, the protectiveness swelled in his heart at seeing her like this. He knew that in the lycan's heart beside him, the same love and protection roared like the fury of hell at seeing her like this.
I need you to be ready to catch him when he comes out. It'll be pretty quick, so be ready. he spoke to the lycan in his head. The angel kneeled, leaning on his sword and bowed his head against its hilt. Fiercely he began to pray, calling out the demon. The white soft wings on his back twitched as he became absorbed with concentration, his body trembled and shook with the fervor behind his words. It was due to the demon's doing that he and his family had to die. It was this creatures fault that he was forced to abandon his sister. The strong hands clenched the sword in a death grip as the fire roared with more ferocity upon the blade as the words grew louder and stronger. He had began to wonder, why had he spared Namir? Why had all but she escaped the imminent death that their family had suffered? The retch had driven their father to the point of insanity that in a moment of initiated rage he slaughtered his son and wife in a gory massacre, then later slit his own wrists with the same blade, mingling the blood of his family from the long dagger with his own in a moment of forgiveness. Soren recollected the first time that he realized he was a ghost, his transparent form glided over to the tub where his dad lay in his final position. The look on his face had haunted him, it looked as if he'd been murdered, the sheer horror looked as if someone had done this to him. His father's eyes were frozen in terror and staring up at the ceiling with his bare wrists turned out and stained crimson. A second later, the demon skittered out of the dead man's body with a growl and into the approaching warm live, young body of the youthful Auron coming up the stairs of the Black's home. Namir's boyfriend had been the first to discover the bodies, and the unluckiest to receive the murderous demon. Soren smiled back in the present as he could feel the demon quake in fear and loosen his hold on the inside of his sister's mind. He looked into her face, which was now blank with shock. Get something to contain him in, something strong and glass. Whatever you have. he said mentally to Jarrod.

[Jarrod]

Strong and glass? Jarrod's sea green eyes whipped around the shack, searching tirelessly. Within a few seconds he knew what to get. Striding over to his shelves, covered in small knick knacks and treasures the sea had brought him, he set his hands upon a large jar. It was a Mason jar, boasting a hold capacity of a quart. The sides were thick and clear, revealing the sea glass he had collected inside. It shone as Jarrod held it up triumphantly, the colorful, sand-smoothed glass catching the streaming rays of the sun. Color filled the room: green, amber, crystalline aqua, clear shades of diamond, and the rare blue, as blue as the open ocean. But all this beauty was soon dashed away as Jarrod managed to unscrew the wax-sealed top and spill out the hundreds of pieces. They were no danger to bare feet, for the tireless ocean currents had worn the jagged corners smooth and softened the glass to a hazy glow. Sea glass had always fascinated Jarrod, for most of these pieces were leftovers from druken parties where the bottles were afterwards tossed into the sea. But now they were a thing of rare beauty, sometimes with multiple colors swirled together. The rainbow scattered across the floor musically, but Jarrod's eyes were on the angel. An internal glow lit the room, making the former brilliance of the glass fade dully. Namir...oh Namir...his Namir was standing there, blankly staring into the radiance of the angel. The demon was in there, Jarrod knew, though he could not see it. He only hoped that he would be quick enough to serve the messanger of God, and that Namir was unharmed in the end.

[Namir Black]

Namir caught a hold of herself as she sensed something in the air. She couldn't see it, Auron was in the way. Somehow she knew it was something that was familiar, something that meant hope. In her mind she shoved at Auron trying to get him to move, and he wasn't so hard to push now, he actually budged. Namir pushed harder, throwing her weight into it, and the demon slipped out of the way.
Suddenly she was back in control. She heard the voice of her brother. The grey eyes of the lycan fluttered open, and in front of her was Jarrod with a jar, and Soren. "Uhm.. Honey...?" She called in a confounded voice to Jarrod, "Why are you holding the jar?" Then she realized that a black demon was now being squeezed from her chest like a pimple. Namir gazed down with horrified eyes, Auron? She looked around, so confused, what in the hell was going on here?