A Tense... Reunion? [Anastasia]

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You carry too much on your shoulders

I can't wait till you let me down

He walked the streets alone today, nobody with any common sense would be walking around in a severe thunderstorm, but this man was. Alex otherwise known as Ndubueze Obiora was one heck of a psycho as lighning streaked the sky and rain poured down harder and harder, it was stinging the man's dark skin as he continued on his way. His steps were methodical, no real coherent thoughts were in his mind, instead just a blankness was there. His mouth was pressed in a thin line as he looked around. Something wasnt right about this scene and he just couldnt put his finger on it. Cars went past him on the roads heading for homes in and out of the city, and he merely watched them and continued walking in silence. He wanted so badly to become the white angel he was before he got in so much trouble in the past. The male angel was that of the black angel race and unlike most of them he was hellbent on becoming one of the white angels again. So what possessed a man who was now a celebrity to be walking the streets in such bad weather? Well it was a few days before his next concert and he had to clear his head, after all it was healthy for him to do that ne?

Suddenly something jerked him from his thoughts as he saw a man walking into the road as a car was speeding down it. His instinct took over and the man pushed him away from the road. However this strange man did not take kindly to the gesteure even as the car sped past them. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" the man yelled before a fist was raised and it collided with the Angels body. However the man soon realized that was a mistake as an icy glare was shot down at the man. The man raised his fist again before calling the local police. This was surely going to be interesting as the man claimed that he had physically assulted him and could have killed him if he didnt call them at the time he did. Alex just stood there waiting and watching, listening for the familiar sirens of the police cars to carry him away once more and have him get locked up. It was a usual thing, every time he did something good, he got bit in the ass for it, but it didnt seem to stop him. Not when he wanted to become a white angel once more. But this man whom continually sat there and hit the male was going to get it, and well his retribution was coming and it was coming now.

There was a sickening crack as he punched the man in the jaw and blood poured from his mouth and nose. Alex was now crouched low, an angry expression was painting itself onto his features, and the thunder roared overhead as if a beast of giant proportions had just been angered and was wreaking destruction. "Please, i dont want to hurt you any more, just refrain from hitting me" His voice was oddly calm and level, but this stubborn human punched him in the jaw, and it seemed the only effect it had was an annoying pain in his jaw. Alex retorted with a blow to his ribs and the man collapsed and he felt someone was coming. He stood there over the male whom had assaulted him first. "Yer lucky I gave you a reason to call the cops this time." His voice again was a calm and level tone as if he had been through this a million times. Which he had, but whos counting ne? Alex stood in the rain letting it wash over him, and he murmured "God forgive me..." His voice was quiet as the man was collapsed in pain and was having a hard time breathing.

Once the police arrived hed be in for some fun...

Cause the only thing we're getting is older

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Her right hand thrust forward as her fingers laced around the stainless shifter knob between the two leather bucket seats, pushing the car in to third, and quickly followed by fourth. Left foot worked the clutch and the tires squealed in reaction to the sudden surge of power that fed them forth. The rubber peeled along the wet blacktop, a thick steam-like smoke rising and coiling in the rear wheel wells as she changed lanes. No, she was not in a hurry to get anywhere in particular. Tonight was her night off. She wouldn't be receiving the call, or any call for that matter. Cell phone was turned off, and tossed absent mindedly in to the passenger seat, only to skid off now as she shot sideways to pass the slower moving vehicles. Speed limits were for the eldery, in her opinion.

A fluid shift down in to third, and she took a hard left under a solid green. The squeal of the tires echoing down the street once again as she lurched forward, shifting in to fourth yet again. The slick black beast roared to life, the growl making every other sound inaudible to not only Anastasia, the driver, but also to those on the sidewalks around her. Windshield wipers intermittently passing over the windshield as the rain poured down, she turned right on to a familiar side road. She shifted down into third, a crawl in comparison to her usual, but still above the speed limit to the point she had most likely been reported several times. But the problem there was.. she was a caop. An officer of the law. She didn't do traffic work, or highway patrol by any means. She was an executioner. A danger to the criminals who were involved in gang related activities. Street cedit seemed to be that she pulled the trigger first and asked questions later. She wasn't proud to admit it, but the truth was it wasn't just a rumor- it was a fact.

The other officers hated working with her. She protected them as if they were civies when they were on the job, putting herself in the line of fire and covering them with her life. No, it wasn't the fact she endangered herself that pissed them off- it was simply that they hated to be overlooked as someone who needed anyones protection. So, long story short- any report made about her as usually ignored just so that they didn't have to deal with her. Bold, confident, and a woman- how were they going to win the argument if they never had a chance from the get go?

As she turned on to yet another street, just out for a casual drive and sticking to third now rather than fourth due to the downpour that washed over the slick exterious of her '69 Boss 302, a man was being fed a few hits to the face on the sidewalk. A tall dark skinned male, stood over a man who was crouched in obvious pain. There was no hesitation- it may have been her night off but she couldn't stand for this kind of shit. She hit the brakes, turning the wheel hard and then stomped on the gas, whipping that mean machine around to face the direction she had been a split second ago been coming from. She slid toa halt, the front driver side tire on the sidewalk as she opened the door and stood, slamming it behind her. Hand was already onthe butt of her gun- she didn't expect this to go well. An over confident stride for a young woman, especially one who only stood at 5'5, carried her fluidly over to the scene where she took an expert stance and drew the 9mm from its shoulder holster. "Hit the ground, big boy, I would hate to see that pretty face all over the pavement." She never expected him to run, but if he did, she wouldn't hesitate to give chase. No need for the actual use of a bullet just yet. Sirens sounded in a distance, but they would still take a few minutes to get here, she had to do something about this now, not later.

"The son of a bitch attacked me!" Yelled the cowering man who clutched himself in pain on the sidewalk. That was all it took, she started moving in closer to the suspect, staring him down with a bold glare.

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They always say, "Once a Convict Always a Konvict"

Damn he was in trouble as the man acted as if he had shattered every bone in his whole body, the male was writhing on the ground as he sat there and narrowed his eyes, "Such a Damn Baby" she man growled something under his breath in reply as the angry black angel sat there and stood over him. Ignorant humans seemed to think they could overpower anyone they pleased. God it annoyed him how ignorant they were, when all he tried to do was help someone he ended up getting in trouble again. There was absolutely no end to the mans bad luck except for the fact that he lived in a nice manor on the outside of the city. He was a star, a celebrity, someone that shouldnt get in trouble unless he wanted the media to attract negative attention to him. The man looked, felt and was frustrated. It was only him too. It seemed like he was the only one that had to put up with this shitty luck. Maybe if he had stayed back in Nigeria he might have had a chance at a normal life, but fighting in a war, and then becoming a convict here was a lot for the male. The back angel looked to the sky...

The thunder roared again and his brown eyes seemed to be fixated upon it, as if he was searching for something or someone, that would lend a hand and help him. But who would want to help someone like him? Nobody would, he had his mindless fans that recited his lyrics and never knew what he really meant behind them. They were all so ignorant, yet their ignorance was bliss, and he sometimes wished he could have been a part of that ignorant mass of people. God sometimes he wished that the humans would die, yet he remembered a time when he had.. a good relationship with them, if not just one... Such memories brought out a much quieter and reserved man, the man that his coworkers knew, as he wandered the halls of his manor at night wishing and searching for someone he knew wasnt there. The Rain however seemed to have lighted up as he wiped some of the water from his face and looked around. A smile on his face as he heard a car come to a screeching halt near him.

"Hit the ground, big boy, I would hate to see that pretty face all over the pavement."

Ah.. a Familiar Voice, he may not have been able to remember her name right off the bat but he seemed to remember her... but from where? The black haired woman was striding towards him confidently, he recognized that rather steely look in her eyes, that was it! It was Steele, Agent Steele as he preferred to call her. He snickered inwardly, she was the one who had arrested him for being affiliated with gang fights and gang related homicides. Lord she was a spitfire, and he knew not to fuck with this woman unless he wanted to get a beating. He towered over her, a staggering six feet seven inches, and he looked down at her and merely sighed, "I didn't start it this time. However do as you like. Why would you believe an ex-convict like me?" The man murmured at her. He was gutsy to walk towards her as he saw she had a gun at the ready, "Oi, you know its kinda mean to be ready to shoot someone when they were only protecting themselves from an ignorant bastard..." he paused for a moment "Agent Steele.." He was the only one to his knowledge that would call her that, so saying that would only give his identity away.

Yeah he was gonna piss her off. But he enjoyed every minute of it.

Alex looked at her in the eye, and sat there before walking away as if nothing had ever happened. He knew she'd give chase, it was something that he knew from past experiences with the law here. His pace was relaxed as he walked away murmuring lyrics for another song, to go onto his next album " Im steady tryna find a motive, Why do what I do?, Freedom aint gettin no closer,
No matter how far I go..." These lyrics he recently had written about his past experiences with the law, the fact that he was trying to change, but his form of freedom wasnt getting any closer. His pace was still the same as sirens sounded in the distance. He could only chuckle as he walk off, hoping the rain would obscure his form, but the rain was only lightening as he walked farther and farther away, The man now being lifted into an ambulance to be taken to the city hospital. His stride was long so even at this relaxed saunter he was making a good amount of space between them. Ironic, that was the way he was with all people.. Always distanced and never really open to them..

Guess that was his downfall.

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Fingers coiled with a pulsing flex around the grip of the 9mm, as it rolling her fingers idly on a counter top while waiting for the phone to ring. Comfortable, and comforting all at once. To hold such power, the ability to take ones life with the simple squeeze of that stiff trigger. Mmm, a jolt of excitement welled up in her lower back before seeping with an electrical crawl up her spine. Dark eyes sighted down the barrel. Even when Anastasia wasn't planning on shooting someone, you always had to make i look like you meant business. Truth was, as soon as his voice sounded, she recognized this man. It was rather instantaneous. She had heard his voice n the radios, on television, and even through the open windows of passing cars, but that is not where she so quickly recalled it from. No, this was Alex. Ndubueze Obiora to be exact,, but she had a hard time pronouncing his name to a point of being acceptable, so she stuck with his alias.

Gang related activity, and it wasn't even that long ago. She hadn't been living in this city at the time, but had been here on unofficial vamp related business and was given the call. He was strong, and much larger than herself, but she remembered that in the end- she did have him in cuffs. 1 point for Ana. And now, staring down the barrel, eyes squinted in to a poisonous glare, she met those eyes she had thought she would never see again beyond the media. Insteresting, how you world can be turned upside down by the simplest of actions.

One foot infront of the other as the Ambulance arrived, she poised with the gun hidden along her thigh as they took the man on the stretcher in to the back of the vehicle and finished loading up their equipment. She knew that the emergency crew could get skittish, and often not do their job right if the suspect was still around, especially if they were not yet cuffed and surrounded by large policemen. Police men. It didn't seem to matter, Anastasia's reputation, her gender still made the select few overlook her capabilities. The ambulance took off quickly, yet still the police had not arrived on scene, and by the noise of the city air, they may not be making it.

Bare hand flexed on the grip yet again, one hand cupping the other around the butt of the gun as she sighted down her arm and along the barrel. A shot rang off, without warning, aimed between the mans legs during a step forward, meant to hit the concrete sidewalk less than a foot infront fo where he was walking. It hit dead on, a puff of chalk like dust coiling into the damp air before the rain dampened it down. "I said freeze, Alex. You know I am not kidding around." By now she had been matching his stride, yet was several feet behind him due to the hold up from the ambulance attendants. She may not shoot to kill, but perhaps a minor injury here or there wouldn't be a bad idea.

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They say there's a place
where dreams have all gone
They never said where
but I think I know

"I said freeze, Alex. You know I am not kidding around."

Serious as ever, he always seemed to not like Steele, but as a matter of fact he enjoyed causing a little trouble and pissing a few cops off. However this woman was more than fun to piss off to him. "I'm already freezing" He said back to her "Ive been walking out here for hours and the rain hasn't let up until now" He looked back at her and began to quicken his pace slightly. He may end up with a few wounds here and there, but it was nothing he hadnt felt before. "Besides, Im tellin' the truth. The man was walking into the street when some psycho car driver nearly ran his ass over, I saved his life and he thanked me with a punch to the face." Not that she'd believe his truth, but it was worth a try. He'd provoke her into having to use force for subduing him, or at least trying. He frowned, if there was one rule he had never broken in his life, hed never lay a hand on a woman in a violent action. He despised men that though that abusing their wives would be a way to solve problems.

"Che.. there must be no god in this world, if there was I'd have better luck than this" He muttered under his breath as his pace became a constant jog, the only attack that would reach him now would be a nice bullet, or if the woman felt like sprinting after him and trying to physically subdue him. His breathing was normal, he could jog for long distances that far surpassed that of any human because of who he was and what he was back in his home country. The thunder finally began to die down, its noise merely low growls and the lightning fading fast. Fog was soon replacing the other weather, and that's when he let his wings be spread. The giant black wings were now visible to only the woman whom was way behind him. "You know, i wouldn't have to run from you. In fact i could fly away, but it aint right.." He murmured softly. "But if you wish to lock me up again, you gotta catch me, Agent Steele" Alex would normally address someone by their name, however he preferred to address her formally even though he didn't have to. He yawned as he jogged. A smirk forming onto his features.

"If you're not fooling around, you better do something and fast to stop the criminal from getting away" He stressed that word with a sense of resentment that was rather extreme. He was no criminal in this case and he'd have to try something to convince her. His brown eyes were set on looking ahead as he jogged down the street with a cop chasing him like it was just a casual game of tag... however he'd end up injured if he kept this up. After all wearing on her patience was entertaining, but it was dangerous. Alexs slowed for a minute as if giving her a chance to catch up to him. "C'mon, ya gotta run faster than that to catch me"

Damn he was gonna be in big trouble...

[[Sorry for shortness, I'm waiting for her to shoot him or do something xDDD]]

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She gave chase, the weapon in hand, but the safety on. He may have been jogging, but she sprinted after him. Steel toed knee highers were not exactly the best equipment to be running in, but due to the circumstances it was all she had. He continued to taunt her from ahead, "If you are innocent, Alex, then why are you running from me? Innocent before proven guilty, or so I have been told." Well, it was the way the police officers were supposed to work. Innocent before proven guilty, but on the streets, who was about to fess up to a crime? She never took anyone's word for anything, so an ex convict, a man that she had put away herself, his word meant nothing to her. Anastasia had a hard time not laughing as she choked out the next few words, each syllable dripping with sarcasm as she taunted him, "C'mon Alex, why don't we just sit down and have a little talk. I don't bite." Flashing a grin. Anastasia was easily amused. It took a lot to piss her off, and perhaps the fact that giving chase to an ex con on her day off struck her as amusing would assisting her in taking the fun out of it for Alex.

The pace quickened, and upon the first glance of wings spreading from his back, she paused her stride and aimed down the barrel once again. No word of warning, no hesitation, she clicked off the safety and sighted in on the back of Alex's leg. The shot rang off with a booming echo down the empty streets, a coiling mist hissing from the heat of her pistol, and she fired off yet another for a few inches higher. Before she could even be sure if she hit, she took off after him again, lunging immediatly in to the same pace she had held before.

The wind whipped through her hair, eyes squinting against the crisp caress of the raindrops that tried to sting her eyes as she sprinted. Each footfall echoed, a deep thud against the concrete in a perfected rhythm. Anastasia was a personal trainer, and had been since she had graduated high school. She ran on a daily basis, and took every opportunity to do so on the job as well. She was catching up to him, but simply because he had underestimated her from the get go, and hoped to lunge for his back once she got in close enough range.

The shots she had fired off were aimed for his right leg. The first one just above the knee, and the second for high in his upper thigh. Still, due to visibility issues with the weather, she had no idea if she had hit him or not. All she hoped was that it was slow him down, just enough that she could catch up and attach herself on to his back. "Alex, why are you running?"She repeated, trying to get her point across that only the guilty flee the scene, giving the shots she had fired at him justice to those that may have been watching from adjacent buildings or alley ways.

The sirens from earlier had faded completely, and as they ran down the sidewalk in a game of cat and mouse, the distance from the crime scene was growing rapidly. They would never find them if they chose to show up, anyways. Guess she was on her own with this one.

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I'm sittin' on my porch watching the law
As they ride past in their patrol cars
So tell me why I feel like the enemy
They're supposed to be here protectin' me
I might have been too far

"If you are innocent, Alex, then why are you running from me? Innocent before proven guilty, or so I have been told."

He paused and looked back, they were heading for the outskirts of the city, "I just wanna get home. Can't a guy talk to the law where prying eyes and ears are gone?" He referred to the media. Those annoying pests, were the bane of the singers existence. He hated them with a passion, they loved to bring up his painful past in Nigeria and the crimes he had committed here in the US. His voice had lost its amused tone, he was serious about this, and it was showing with every bit of his being. However he seemed to like this game of cat and mouse, he fluttered his wings oh so lightly and he "jumped" of the ground, and landed, a smile on his face, he loved his wings, but wished they were white once more. Maybe he was cursed, forced forever to remain in a label of a criminal. He growled the thought of the media finding out about this pissed him off rather badly. his body was tensed and that was a horrible thing for him to do even as he looked back and laughed at her next comment. The laugh was tense and it wasnt his usual Jovial happy laugh.. in fact it was something like a sarcastic ha ha very funny..

"C'mon Alex, why don't we just sit down and have a little talk. I don't bite."

"Could'a fooled me" he retorted, his eyes gleaming,His eyes portrayed a certain amount of amusement. "Its amazing, You can be funny." The convict rolled his shoulders and he heard her beginning to quicken her pace, and two shots had rang off. Burning pains shot up his leg and he froze, he didn't move except for watching her close the distance. Of all the thoughts to go through his mind, he was thinking about how pretty she was, even if she was being a serious cop right now. How dumb of him. Alex never truly underestinated her as blood ran down his legs. In face he limped over to the nearest bench and reached down to the first bullet hole, and looked over at her and with a straight face pulled out both bullets that were embedded in his leg. However he wasnt going to run, in face he couldnt. It hurt to even Hobble. After all not even black angels were invulnerable. But he did ignore the pain as he walked toward her. If he was sucessful with his next move, she would be disarmed and restrained from doing any further harm.

"I didnt want any Violence Anastasia" He said to her, as he reached for her gun hand and if he grabbed it he would twist her wrist just slightly, enough for her to let go of the gun, and be in a very light amount of pain. If that was sucessful he would then grab the other arm and turn her around so her back was to him. This was a simple easy to get out of restraint, however the entire time he went to make this move his eyes did not leave hers. "You've become rather violent Anastasia" He murmured, "What possesses you to act like this? This kind of behavior... is what got me in trouble, so why..? Why would someone as good as you and as important as you act the way I would?" If the Restraining was successful he would let go of her gun arm and look at her and let go of her other arm, and stand in front of her, "Did you ever want to know what it was like to Fly? Even though Im an ex-convict, it doesnt mean i cant be nice to someone."

He smiled, He had learned something in his years, Brutality and harshness was not the way to gain a persons trust or respect. It was only with Kindness and Peace did respect be gained.

He limped back over to the bench, even though the wounds were closing, they still caused him a bunch of pain still. "Or we can just sit here and talk, cause Unless I fly, i cant get away from the media." Ah yes his dreaded enemy, he knew they were closing in, he could hear them coming, so unless she agreed to fly with him he would be facing a career downfall and well a lot of other extremely bad things. He reclined back on the bench and waited, just waited for her to come over, his wings folded neatly behind him as he watched and waited.

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The bullets seemed to do the trick, the man slowd his pace toa hobble and sway as he maneuvered himself to the nearest bench set along the vast expanse of brick wall that was one of the last buildings before the edge of town. An urge in her told her to feed him a few more as she watched him, his face expressionless and seemingly not influenced by the pain as he dug around in his bloody wounded in search of the bullet. They were jacketed hallow points, and surely the internal damage was rather messy but at least they appeared to have missed any vitals. The bullets were removed, and he black angel would notice her stance did not waver. Continuing to stare down the length of her barrel, a professional stance taken to perfect her aim, and the 9mm lifted its muzzle. No longer was she aiming to simply injure, it was aimed for the center of his chest, which she usually followed up with a shot to the midsection in case of some super strength. The more wounds, the better, and those creatures that could heal- the more they damage they had to fix the weaker they were afterward. It took concentration, and power, to heal wounds. Anastasia was not new to this game.

And then, he began to approach her. No movement, not a waver in her stance as she stood squared up and ready to release a few shots if he deserved them.. or maybe even if he didn't. He was handsome, from in her eyes, he was still an ex con. Weird how just a few months ago a vampire was the scum of the Earth, but just last night sh went swimming with one, and now she was was staring down her sights at a black angel. He was more human than a vampire could ever be, because in her opinion they were walking corpses. A shudder ran over her.. The monster within was eating at reality, and wanted to be released. Shoot first, ask questions later. So many cops used that rule, and now as Ms. Steele looked down her sights at Alex the rise of her chest halted. That very moment when her breath caught, the slight pause, the hesitation in her inhalation, her finger squeezed down on the trigger but did not yet release another shot off in to the air. It was that hesitation, the inner conflict where her mind fought the urge to steal his life for simply not being a top citizen, that allowed for him to twist her wrist. Or perhaps it was the thought of what she had spent last night swimming with. She confused hersel too often lately. Ana blinked, long and hard, and a few times intermittently following right afterward as she shook her head. It was as if for that split second, she had forgotten what she was doing. Talk about bad timing.

Her wrist was twisted, and she immediatly released the gun and let it fall, but more for distraction purposes, her left hand immediatly swinging a fist for his jaw. During any reaction to her hit or miss, the left hand swiftly snaked a blade from one of her wrist sheaths, and was just rising it up to throat level for him when he spun her around, pinning her back against his chest. The knife had managed to be raised to a perfect level, hovering less than half an inch from beneath his chin, her fingers able to maneuver it enough if she decided to spill more blood. But she did not, instead she let it hover as merely a threat to his existence in case he tried anything else.

Anastasia Steele hated feeling useless. The fact that she was pinned, by a man much stronger and much larger than she, made her furious. Her breath quickened, heart racing in her chest as she stood against him, right foot rising her stainless steel toed knee high from the wet pavement below, bring it forward in a wind up, then releasing it back and upward in hopes to hit him square in the kneecap. She was too short to go for the groin. The boots weighed 7.5lbs each, were steel plated, and armored in a stainless shine, and backed by the strength of her legs, she hoped if she made the connection, he would feel it now.. and even worse tomorrow.

And then, he released her. She nearly staggered, glaring at him before she could even meet his gaze. His words of wisdom only made her angry, but that rage was caged deep within. She knew she was becoming a monster. her life had changed so much over the past few months she had no idea where it was leading her. And then his mentioning of flying. It only made her think of last night, catching a levitation ride with a vampire she had never met before. The infamous, and rather mysterious, Lucius Erif, who she still had no true opinion of. Either way, it was out of character for her to be holding a conversation with a vamp, let alone catching a ride and then going for a midnight swim. Interesting.

It was not only her respect that he needed to gain, it was her trust, when when a woman could not even trust herself or who she was becoming, it was hard to let your guard down. "No, I have never wondered what it would be like, Alex." She responded, her words calm and rather quiet considering what had just happened. She knew how to conceal rage very well. "What are we going to do about this, Alex?" she asked, following him to the bench, and even offering him assistance to walk. "I am not just going to let you run from me, but I do understand the media aspect. What do yo propose we do. I am not going to be taking you in, I just think we need to have a few words, and maybe file a report.." words trailing off as she stood infront of the man whom reclined on the bench.

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His calmness was a stark contrast to the anger he felt resonating from her. The Black angel had many psychic abilities that were rather interesting to say the least. He looked her in the eye, the only thing he could do is treat her with the same kindness he'd come to finally treat other people with. Just because she was a cop that had arrested him before, doesn't mean he couldn't be nice. Even As he winced as she kicked him in the knee, he still acted calmly. The pain was extreme and yet he still smiled, and looked down at her as she turned around and spoke to him, her tone seemed calm, despite the fact that she was angry a few seconds before. He knew she was still angry, he was rather sensitive to peoples emotions. Some people seemed to have given that a name, they called it Empathy. He shook his head, with this power he had been blessed with the infinite patience and he watched her speak, "No, I have never wondered what it would be like, Alex." He smiled, "Its the most amazing thing You'll ever experience if you get the chance..." For someone in his situation he was so calm and almost peaceful it would befuddle even the most renown psychologists. "The feeling of freedom is just.... there are no words to describe it... You'll have to experience it one day" He was so happy when he talked about freedom. After all its what he strived for.

But in his mind despite the fact he could fly do to the abnormal size of his wings, he often just chose not to, he considered the freedom of flight something that only white angels should possess, but he never minded showing people he considered an ally or friend this freedom. Flight was something that always lifted the mans spirits, it was one of the biggest inspirations to his music and, it always would be. But that treasured feeling of happieness when soaring around in the sky was something that he rarely felt anymore, He was an innocent man these days, just making a living through singing and it was working for him. But now that he had a career his next step was to become a white angel once more. But his happy train of thought of being in the clouds just riding the currents of air was stopped as he came back to the world. What a dreamer, then again he never really had a chance to think and dream without a price, without the media coming and harassing him, it was always something..

"I am not just going to let you run from me, but I do understand the media aspect. What do yo propose we do. I am not going to be taking you in, I just think we need to have a few words, and maybe file a report.."

He laughed loudly, a jovial and happy sound, "I couldnt run from you even if I wanted to" He glanced at his injured leg, "Besides I'd be a psycho to run from the law these days. I've become Tired of runnin' I just like pissing cops off." He said that in a usual happy, almost amused tone, but he looked at her and smiled, "Yer pissed at me arent ya, well you do know, Im not gonna resist arrest, and I aint gonna stop ya if you try blow my brains to bits with that gun of yours." He sighed, just a repeat of Nigeria, "Or if youd much rather be civil I'll be happy to talk with you as well. But i cannot, and it doesnt even matter that you're a cop, but i cannot and will not harm a woman, even if it means I'm gonna die" He murmured. Yeah, he could feel she was angry and even then he wasnt afraid, in fact he didnt mind this. Anastasia was a respectable cop, and you know, if she killed him here then that was that. At least he died not in a gang fight.

"But if you wish to file a report and such, I could fly you to my manor and you may file your report there, or I could walk back with you to your car and you could file one there. Im open either way." He sat there calm as could be as he winced and stood up, walking wasnt a good idea but he'd torture himself for the sake of the fact he'd respect the cop, and the woman's wishes. For being a black angel he was very bad at being dark and scary. Suddenly one of his recently released songs came back into his mind and he walked towards her, it was a song for the girl he had recently failed in saving, if only he had been able to get there faster.. he sighed out loud. Yeah unfortunately for Anastasia This black angel considered her a friend and she would have one hell of a friend if she needed one. He sat there and looked her in the eye, and tilted her face up towards his so he could look her in the eyes completely. "Agent Anastasia Steele, if You mean to kill me here, then do it now." His voice again had a serious edge, its baritone echoed around the empty streets.

"If you do not, please tell me where we'll go to file this report. After all I shouldn't have gotten pissed at an unappreciative ignorant man." He knew he'd probably get punched in the face for this and them beaten hopefully not to severely. His brown eyes could reflect happiness and then become so intense and serious they seemed to bore a hole right into the depths of someones soul. He knew she wanted to kill him, he was going to give her the chance, she was going to have a single chance to be rid of the ex-con forever or let him live and sort it out peacefully. It was a test and he hoped to hell she would pass. After all he would be dead if she didn't and she would have to live with a guilt that he lived with every day of his life. He took his hand away from her face and stood there, the towering form dwarfing her, but that mattered little. After all Steele made up for what she lacked in height with just brute strength or absolute scariness.

Now it's been months out on the road
On tour doin' so many different shows
Head spinnin' feelin' like it's gonna explode
And I just wanna know
If anybody out there's feelin' me

[poss]

Her anger had always been her downfall, for as long as she could remember. Even as a child she had known that one day it would get her in trouble, and then surely, it would get her in to trouble every day after that. A starting point, and unfortunately it happened at a young age. But that is where her confidence sprang from, it thrived and created who she was today. She could hang with the guys, she could take their bullshit and she would be damned if she ever took offense to anything they said. She had a sense of humor, and an overused ability to make anything ooze with sarcasm. When it came to how she was perceived in the public eye- her height aided her in the look of innocence. Like any woman who had been in a bad situation before, she could work the strings, and change her attitude in a snap decision as long as it benefited her, yet sometimes even when it did the opposite.

Alex had not deserved the shots he had received, and immediatly upon the calming of the situation she started to regret having that tendency to be trigger happy. She just knew how to do her job, and she did it well, however she was beginning to learn that sometimes you had to look at things from more than one point of view, as your own is not always the best angle. Now she found herself considering words before she spoke them, taking other peoples emotions in to check before spouting angry nonsense. She was never one to call someone names, and rarely did she swear. Anastasia never even drank besides a glass of wine here and there. Beyond the hard shell of her cold exterior was a woman with a soft heart and a gentle touch. Unfortunately, no one had been able to find the right key to trigger anything even close to affection from her.

He said he could not run even if he wanted to, but Anastasia Steele shook her head slowly, calmly, in a manner that said both 'i understand' and 'that is not what I meant'. "But you could fly away from me, Alex. 'Running' was just a figure of speech." She watched him, the 6" silver blade still in her left hand, yet was loose at her hip rather than in any stance poised for action. Currently, there was no need for the weapon. Even if he did fly off, what was she going to do? Her gun was on the ground a few paces behind her, and these knives did not have an even enough weight distribution to be thrown with a good chance of a hit.

Cringing as he stood, his visible wince only making her heart sink further. Her was in pain, and it had been at her hand- yet still he did not strike at her. Nor did he seem to pose much of a threat at all. Oh boy, here it came. There is a first for everything, is there not? "I am sorry about that, Alex." She motioned to his injured leg with genuine sympathy and guilt. Ana never tensed when he stood infront of her- at such close range he could have beaten her in to a pulp before her mind even considered taking action to defend herself, so why bother. Her hand on her chin she looked up at him, curiosity at its finest as she did.

These dark urges, the adrenaline that pulsed through her veins and nearly numbed her limbs, they sickened her. They were twisted. She was becoming more of a monster than the creatures she once wished to cleanse the earth of. She disgusted herself. As he stood infront of her, asking her to make her decision now she held his gaze, moving the blade wielding hand infront of her, between them. It may have seemed as though she was going to use it, but instead she took it in to her right hand, and slid it back in to the left wrist sheath before dropping her hands back to her side. "Never ask me to kill you, Alex. There are times when I am not myself, and I would gladly finish the life of anyone who got in my way. But that is not who I am. That is not what I stand for. I am not happy with what I am becoming but I am strong enough to admit it is there." She held his gaze, searching his eyes for answers. "You shouldn't be walking anywhere- I should be bringing you to a hospital if anything. I can get my car if you want, but the nearest one is across the city, maybe an hour, minimum. But I do need to get this report, so I will let you decide." It wasn't like her to give convicts options, but then again it wasn't like her to put away a weapon either. She felt so alive when she held them in her hands.

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"But you could fly away from me, Alex. 'Running' was just a figure of speech."

He smiled, "I wouldnt do that either, I really wouldn't. Like i said im done running from the cops, i just enjoy stirring things up a little bit sometimes." he was interesting, he had a combination of a human and extremely kind side, with a side that was like a dark angel, he seemed to love to take risks he loved that kind of stuff. That side of him was the darker side of him that loved to risk his life and dance with death for the fun of it. But he had lost so many people because of his needless risks, thats why he was alone today, alone but not forgotten by his exes. They seemed to hate him for the fact he loved to scare them with the things he did. To him they didnt know how to add a little fun in his life, and this was just as fun as provoking a grizzly bear into attacking him. However this was a much more delicate situation, and he seemed to like this delicateness of his new version of "fun" he looked at Steele and smiled, she seemed to have calmed down somewhat and it was a good thing too, he hated seeing people angry. Despite the fact that he was tough and that not many people messed with him, he was still a person and he hated seeing people angry or sad, or guilty for that matter.

"I am sorry about that, Alex."

Speak of the devil as he stood up and she apologized, something came over him. It was almost second nature to him when something like this happened, and he always felt like this, when he neared her form he could feel the guilt and sympathy resonating from her being and thats exactly when he held her in an embrace. For a Man so strong and so feared, the fact that he could be so gentle for an ex con was astounding. He murmured quietly to her, "Dont apologize for doing your job Steele. Please, it was my fault for provoking you. Don't think of my injuries as your fault" his voice was laden with sincerity and kindness. This was the man people knew as Ndubueze Obiora, and this was the way he wanted to be. The kind man that he should be, she looked at her and smiled, "Besides with the bullets out, I'll eventually heal. So dont worry about me." He hated seeing her like that, seeing her feel guilty for doing her job, after he provoked her. It was his fault and he truly wasnt afraid to admit it. As he spoke to hear she had a curious look in her eye before she replied to him, and he couldnt help it, but he wanted to help her...

"Never ask me to kill you, Alex. There are times when I am not myself, and I would gladly finish the life of anyone who got in my way. But that is not who I am. That is not what I stand for. I am not happy with what I am becoming but I am strong enough to admit it is there."

Her words were sincere, "I'll be willing to help you tame that monster inside of you. I may be an ex con but I know a thing or two about that stuff, Ive fought wars of my own after all." If she remembered anything of his past shed know he'd be referring to recovering after being a child soldier in Nigeria. He had recovered his only persona after years and years of rehabilitation. After all being a twelve year old boy and having to kill people wasnt exactly the most fun thing he had in his childhood. But it was something he had to live with, and something he had to move on from. "I doubt it could be as bad as the monster that lived in me" He murmured, and he looked at her. His eyes were kind and he smiled warmly, not many people had the privilege of talking to the star this long, without media interruption but, it seemed the media hadn't found out he had done the crime yet. He sat there in thought for a moment and smiled before her voice was ringing through the air once more..

"You shouldn't be walking anywhere- I should be bringing you to a hospital if anything. I can get my car if you want, but the nearest one is across the city, maybe an hour, minimum. But I do need to get this report, so I will let you decide."

He smiled, "Thank you Anastasia, but now I advise you to hold on tight." He tightened his grip around her and with a whoosh ascended into the sky, and he grinned, "If you're afraid of heights, please don't look down as he rode an updraft higher, he made sure though he didn't go to high, as he didnt want the lack of oxygen in the upper areas of the atmosphere to bother her, and he also hated the cold up there, it was freezing there and he despised it. "Look at that, the view is just amazing" He murmured as he looked below to the city. The clouds from the storm earlier had disappated and clear sky was the only thing that surrounded them. He wondered what she thought of this, "Well at least you'll get to see what I mean by the freedom here in the skies." He smiled and barrel rolled and then straightened out. "You see that manor over there? Thats my place" He grinned. He'd save his favorite stunt for last.. for now he wanted to enjoy the view...

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Anastasia saw him through the eyes of a police officer, not through that of the media. Super star, pop star, porn star, they were all the same to her, and she did not take views of fame very seriously. Everyone wore a mask, everyone had a public scene life, and then a private life. Well, most did, anyways. The last time she had actually tuned in to a station that showed music or pop stars, it was in by accident. Celebrities and all their glam were just not her thing. She never passed judgment until she met someone, and could get a feel for them herself. Well, that is unless they are not human, then she has a generalized view on a few bases. But these were slowly changing. It seemed more and more people she was gettng involved with were proving her earlier theories incorrect. It was amazing how much someone could learn over such a short period of time, let alone a life time. At 25, it seemed she learned something on a daily basis, and most of those were due to interactions with the type of people she generally stayed away from. Or hunted.

It was rare to see Anastasia angry, unless they made a personal attack on her home base. In her opinion, criminals and other creatures that go bump in the night should only have to be dealt with when you are about on the town. Not in your own home. Recently she had many home invasions, and thus she changed residences several times, until just last night when she moved in to the ZaneCorp tower. Perhaps the high security of the building would aid her in being able to get a decent sleep. Guess her recent history as a vampire hunter had given her a bad reputation with the walking corpses, so they seemed to have it out for her as of late. ZaneCorp, ran by Lucius, a vampire, would surely be a good hiding place. No one would suspect it.

Alex address the monster that thrived on the thrill of a kill. The monster that lived inthe depths of her mind. She referred to it as a monster simply because she hated to admit, that it was simply herself. The first few times you kill a man, you may go in to chock afterward. Sleep is not something in your vocabulary by any means. The next few kills, you feel less guilt, and more of a sense of duty. When Ana had been at that stage she felt comfortable with who she was. But now, she was several steps ahead of that. No longer did she lose sleep, no longer did she hesitate to pull the trigger. It was give and take, the survival of the fittest. Act before you are hacked. It was just a reaction, a new formed habit. As stated before, shoot first and ask questions later. "I think this monster is something I will have to deal with on my own." she spoke in to his chest as he was suddenly embraced by the large man who stood a foot taller than her.

The hug did not startle her, she managed to pat his lower back after snaking an arm around him. Friendly, polite, respectful. The character she wished she could still be every day, every minute of her life. But people changed. Times changed. When he suggested her monster was not as bad as his, she held back from saying 'If only it stayed that way' but instead she remained quiet and offered just a silent nod. She was about to step back from the embrace when he suggested she hold on tight, and her entire body grew rigid. She knew, as soon as he said that, what he meant. Last night she had taken a ride on a vampire who could levitate, and now, she was being carried off by a black angel who took to the skies like he owned them. A sense of adventure overwhelmed her and she held back from suggesting he go faster. Speed demon Steele.

She clasped her fingers behind his back, holding on tight but without the sense of urgency or fear that he may have suspect she would have. Gaze washed over the scene below the rain having calmed greatly compared to when she had first pulled up to the scene earlier on. The thought sparked a memory that her black Boss 302 was parked half way on to the sidewalk. Oh well, the cops wouldn't dare touch it, and either would the tow trucks. They knew who they would be dealing with afterward. "The view is amazin---!!"His barrel roll took her by surprise, her leg snaking around behind his left knee as she almost crawled over him from surprise. "A little warning next time!" she laughed, heart racing.

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"I think this monster is something I will have to deal with on my own."

He nodded silently, she was speaking into his chest because of his sudden embrace, "If you ever do need help, dont ever be afraid to ask. It may take a strong person to take care of an inner monster themselves, but it takes someone stronger to know when to rely on someone else if for only a short time" His words were strong and wise, that was who he was when he wasnt a fun loving goofy guy, that seemed to love just about everything in his life. Ana was something like an enigma to him, he liked that, and maybe it was the fact she was an enigma he liked to piss her off. Who knows? but the situation had gone from tense and rather bloody to something much calmer. He could only smile and thank the good lord above for that luck. He really did thank the good man upstairs, he really did and it showed. His smile, his attitude, everything about the ex con really had changed since he last was in jail for street violence. He made sure he changed, after all he didnt want to be someone like the rest of the black angels. He wanted to become white once more...

"The view is amazin---!!"

He laughed and he laughed happily, "Im glad you love it here, the skies are my favorite place, if you can see why!!" He was happy, he was absolutely overjoyed by the freedom of the skies, but sometime hed have to land so she could fill out the report. But not yet, he wanted to show her the world through his eyes, and through what he could see. The male angel smiled and laughed again as she spoke, this was like a rollercoaster with no rails, and he was the director of everything. "A little warning next time!" he heard her yell in laughter as a reply to his barrel roll. He looked down at her and grinned, "Then you better hold on real tight this time!!" He leaned backwards and in the air he looped around and easily glided into a corkscrew. "Bah if i was a pilot of an aircraft and not an aircraft myself I could be in the air force" he joked as his stunts were becoming more and more elaborate. He could feel her heart Racing. The adrenaline was coursing through both of their veins as he flew with her. For once he wasnt locked up, and he wasn't searching for freedom.

For once he had found it. Even if it was for a moment.

His grip suddenly tightened as they circled above the courtyard in his manor before he folded in his wings and they were going in for a highspeed dive. Faster and faster they flew towards the ground and finally at the last second he spread his wings and they glided back upwards before he came to a gentle landing. He stood on his feet and this time he didnt wince, in fact the pain had been numbed by the adrenaline that was pumping through his entire body. Forgetting he still had her in his arms he walked towards the house and set her down on the porch and opened the door. "After you Anastasia." He said with a grin. Flying gave a high that no drug could ever give someone. The rush of the wind around you and the feel of the updrafts and downdrafts and all the stunts you could do.. well that natural high was this man's perfect drug. He stretched out and his wings disappeared for the moment and he smiled, "Please follow me if you will" He seemed to act a little more formal as he guided her to a room which was just like a typical living room and it had a table where she could write her report on. "You can write your report here if you like, and could i get you anything to eat or drink?"

Damn he wanted to go flying again soon...

[poss]

Ana had a lot in common with Alex. Okay, well, one thin gat least. The adrenaline rush of moving fast. She had never flown before tonight, only levitated, but she did her own style of flying via the muscle machine she drove through the streets on a daily basis. The nice thing about being a well known police woman, was that you never got pulled over, especially if they didn't want to deal with you afterward. Anastasia could make quite a big fuss, put on a serious face, walk in and flail her arms and suggest that she could have been on the path of a violent gang related activity. The head office would agree, and let it slide, thus the other officers always left her alone. She never honestly got upset with them, it was a facade. A mask she wore to work to ensure she kept up the reputation she worked so hard to get.

She was not a bad cop- she did her job, she got things done, and it was not like she was selling drugs on the side or anything. Okay, so she had a few too many 'off record' kills, and he head office was getting suspicious, but it was not like she was a serial killer, was it? The thought often bothered her, so lets not get too much in to the details of civie deaths, or death altogether. She clung close to the man as they soared through the sky, enjoying every minute of it as the cool airflow brushed passed them, whipping her long tendril sof dark hair in a fury and casting a devious veil of strands across her eyes at times. Pure enjoyment however, could be easily seen through the wide grin she displayed, eyes squinted against the wind as she took in all that she could see.

Her breath caught in her throat as they flipped over and spiraled through the air. Every whip, every turn and coil through the sky made her laugh. It was amazing, it truly was. When they set down upon the ground, she smiled at him. So much for the bad cop appeal, she had lost every sense of anger she could have possibly been encasing earlier.

"Stunning place."She commented as she passed through the entrance and was motioned in to the living room like section of the manor. She took a seat on one side of the largest couch, crossing one of her legs over the other and sitting straight backed as she watched him. "No that's all right but.. I think I need a pen and paper."She laughed. What a great cop she made, asking a man who could get charged with assault, for he tools she needed to write down the details.

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"Stunning place."

He heard her comment on his home. "Bah Ana, this is nothing, you go a little farther out and you'll see whole castles." he chuckled, "This place is nice, its small compared to the other manors here, and that's how i like it" He stretched again, his shoulder muscles tended to cramp after a strenuous flight. No, it definitely wasnt the lightweight woman, it was him wanting to do so many tricks that he forgot all about his shoulders and what happens if he does one to many. The dark skinned male heard her say she needed a pen and paper, and he replied, "Give me a moment then, I'll run down to my recording studio and come back up. However feel free to wander around the house. Nobody that lives here bites" He smiled before heading towards the recording studio in his basement. Yeah that was all the way across his house, but the walk didn't at all bother him. In fact he actually enjoyed it, as he walked past he nodded at some of his employees, and made his way to a door on the opposite end of the house.

Walking through the door he descended into his recording studio and grabbed a pad of paper, looking through it he gently removed the lyrics that were written there and grabbed a pen off the table next to it. In fact he brought the lyrics and and a pen for himself with him. After all it may be good to get some last minute work done, ne? He took his time heading back, wondering if she actually went off to explore his house. There were only four real floors, one for living areas and dining areas etc, one for guests to sleep on, one for his employees, and one for his personal area. In the basement was his recording studio, and that was the room he spent more hours of his life in than anywhere else. Often he fell asleep there and continued work as soon as he woke up the next day. It was kind of Ironic that he had his own floor with his room and personal areas for him to unwind and think, yet it seemingly was always going unused unless it was a rare day when he had taken some time off.

Many of the employees greeted the man and he nodded and walked past in his own silent greeting. Getting back to the Living room, he set down a pad of paper and a pen and he sat on the floor back to work on his lyrics. It was a weird quirk about him, that he wrote his lyrics sitting on the floor of his living room, tapping out sample beats with his finger, "If I'm bothering you I could go to the next room. I can be annoying when I'm working like this" with that he continued on with his sample beats, nodding and frowning at some lyrics, and editing them several times. This man was musically inclined from they day he was born. In Nigeria he was the son of a famous drummer, from him he took up that talent and began to write lyrics that matched the beat. Now he could do both simultaneously it was mind boggling. he stopped scribbling on the page and smiled he began to softly murmur the new lyrics he had finally come to like. "See I ain't never shot nobody, But I'm known for fightin' So when I strike man You'll think you been struck by lightning" well those were inspired just today.

"By the way would you want me o bring you back to your car?" He laughed, Or if you wish i have a bunch of guest rooms if you'd like to stay here for the night." The man stretched out and stood up. Well now that that song was finished, it would soon be time to find a melody for it and he'd be done.