A Tense... Reunion? [Anastasia]

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So she decided to walk in the middle of the road.

The middle of the mother fucking road....

Why the hell would she do that? Who in their right mind would walk into the middle of the street and sit there as a car comes barreling down the road towards her. That was one brave but psychotic woman. What was she thinking? To get run over? He knew he was rude but jeez. the cop should not be suicidal because of that. The car was barreling down the road as he heard her speak to him. The car was getting closer and he was going to have to do something to make sure she wasnt hurt or any of the civilians. "Any ideas, Alex?" he looked at her completely composed and calm, he even smiled as he held his pistol and aimed, a shot was fired and it punctured the first tire, and then another fired off. Another tire was taken out. The car really couldnt go anywhere anymore with two blown out tires and he sighed and walked over to her. "Yeah, I do have an idea. Get the psychotic woman who just gave me a heart attack out of the road. You said nobody was to get hurt, I'm not letting you get hit by some random person driving down here." He sighed out loud before giving her a nudge towards the sidewalk.

From what he could see the driver of the car was panicked, and he was reaching for anything that he could use to get away. However, That man wouldnt be getting away and he was going to make sure of it. Once he had gotten a safe distance from the middle of the raod he murmured, "Don't pull a stunt like that again. Please, you scared me. Had i not shot the tires when I did, you would be in the hospital." He murmured. It was Alex's way of saying 'Dont pull another stupid stunt because next time I wont save you.' But Alex was someone that didn't say those kinds of things bluntly, in fact he said it in the nicest way he knew how as he strode over to the car and looked in. The male was terrified, absolutely terrified. "Leon." He stated. His voice losing the friendliness it normally had. "Get outta the car now." The male gang member did as he was told, "O-Okay boss" the large male man stood almost as tall as Alex, but still Alex towered over him as well.

"Go apologize to that Woman now." The man whom was quivering in fear of the former gang member walked towards Anastasia, he smiled at her and gave her a wink, almost to tell her she could beat his face in for as long and as hard as she pleased and he wouldn't say a word. Maybe it was the fact that Alex seemed to find this kind of thing amusing, pissing off cops or catching criminals that really were criminals. He looked at the car and smiled, he was a pretty good shot, all things considered. He didn't even hit anything else but the tires, so he was rather proud of himself. But Alex stayed silent for the most part, it was what he preferred to do now. He knew that Anastasia could take care of herself but he would leave once he fixed the tires and tuned up her vehicle. It gave him something else to do other than sit in the studio all day and night recording and re-recording. The Black angel looked at the man named Leon. "Hurry up Leon, Your time is running out." Alex was street smart and was someone you should never pick a fight with unless you want to die. The man's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to utter an apology...

"I-I uh.. I'm s-s-sorry miss"

Alex stood in the shadows alone again, he got back that punk-ass look that he had when he was younger, just to make sure the man knew he meant business. Alex was a former gang leader to be precise and he didn't take pride in it, but he didn't condone it. He was neutral in that aspect, but still he watched the man quiver and shake like a coward, "How can you survive these streets quivering there like a scared animal." he spat. "Jesus Leon to think you've stooped to this level... it pisses me off. But its your mistake you have to live with. I have my own issues to deal with." referring to the fact that Anastasia saw his weapons and she'd probably turn him in for criminal possession of a weapon or at least something close to it. In his mind the songs that he wished to sing were coming back once more. He smiled and stayed right where he was, right in the shadows away from the two until the fallout was over. Most people never knew who Leon was, but Alex knew, and Alex confirmed his suspicion and smiled. He took pride in that little achievement.

[poss]

"Alive (N' Out Of Control)" - Papa Roach
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For crying out loud I'm running from a comedown
God forbid I know I've been a letdown
Reaching for the sky while leaving in a gutter
Kicking and screaming I am singing bloody murder

When Anastasia stepped out on to the road, she shifted her weight, rolling one hip to the side as her hand moved back along her body hidden from the drivers view. When you don't have a gun- pretend you do. There was no way the thief of her Boss knew that the windshield was bulletproof, as Alex was the first one to hear of such facts. She even kept it a good secret from the police force, because who knew when they would realize her past, realize all the loop holes in her records and reports and look for bodies in her closet. Finger tensed as they reached her empty hip, sliding a thumb in beneath the lip of her belt, her arm becoming rigid in the display of getting ready to take out the weapon. Cold stare piercing the soul of the man who revved the engine and continued his pursuit down the street toward them.

She never planned on getting hit, and not everyone who stole a vehicle, especially one in mint condition, would risk hitting a woman on the side of the street when they were making their get away. Just then the gunshots rang clear and her head snapped in the direction of Alex who was still looking down the barrel as the cars tires began to peel off the rims due to the speed of the moving vehicle. Her attention on Alex now as he spoke to her about stepping out on to the street made her flash one hell of a wicked grin, tilting her head to the side like she had just seen a rare phenomena. "Awwa, Alex, you worried about little ol' me? I don't know why you would be, you know I am going to have to do something about those weapons sooner or later. It is my job, after all."She said, stepping back on to the sidewalk, the sarcasm dripping fluidly from every word.

I'm alive when I'm vulnerable
I'm out of control, I'm losing my soul
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel

The vehicle came to a stop, the engine revving, rear tires spinning in attempt to push the front ones only causing it to spin in a semi circle on the road, blocking off two of the lanes as a thick, oozing white smoke billowed from the rear rubber. Her eyes squinted in to a cold glare, only to hear the man stall the car, lurching it forward before a dead halt. Now, she was beyond angry. Use, but no not abuse, buddy boi. Holding a calm composure, she knew if she managed to get her hands on this man now, that he would be regretting ever being born. The demon within lunged forth, visible int he hatred that spewed forth from her icy stare. Do not cross Anastasia Steele.

Alex's voice sounded, a commanding sound, dominating the male in the drivers seat who then stepped out. If the inferno of utter rage was not currently licking at her interior, trying to find a means of escape, she perhaps would have been somewhat attracted to Alex at the moment. She liked a good sense of dominance in a man. And yet, he made a single mistake. Telling that poor soul to walk toward her. Her eyes glazed over, but not with the inner battle, no, with innocence. Taking on the precious appearance of a petite young woman who had just had her car stolen. Perhaps even partial tears slipping from her tear ducts and welling up in her eyes as her head tilted to the side, eyebrows raised in concern for the big scary man who approached her.

Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try and save me go take care of yourself
I'm alive! Sick of the pain I'm sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow

A few words of truth slipped from Alex's lips, and Anastasia was glad that the man who stole her car was already standing within reaching distance of her as her lip line peeled up in the corners in yet another wicked grin, materializing in to a hellish sneer. "You couldn't be any closer to the truth, Alex." In reference to his comment on the mans time running out. Her one hand was still hooked back in her belt on the hip that was rotated away from the man as she stood at an angle on the side of the street, heavy steel toed stainless boots hanging an inch over the curb as the thief stuttered his apology. Without warning her right arm swung for the man, cranking him in the jaw with a sickening, moist sounding crack before he could even realize what she was attempting. Her left hand already reaching out, knitting her fingers through his hair before retching back toward her, the hand that had connected with the lower half of his face finding its place in his hair as well, pulling his head forward and down.

By now she was gritting her teeth, eyes narrowed as the beast within found this as an outlet to serve pain on a silver platter. Her knee rose up with the shift of her entire body behind it, crushing against the mans nose and mouth not once, twice, but three times, followed by a sudden, bloody fourth. Her black pants were moist up the length of her thigh, the mans blood spurting from his broken face as he spat out a few teeth on to the concrete below. He was taken aback, gagging, and she swiftly lowered the foot that had helped knee him, changing position to swing her other leg in his direction in a swift kick. The immediate connection sent him on to his rear, splayed out on the side of the street before his body flopped backwards, the back of his head hitting the road before rolling to the side as he groaned in agony.

I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead

"Piece of shit." Anastasia muttered. She wasn't one who swore often, but at times like this, she couldn't help it. Her forearms had been speckled with thick blood, her one pant leg soaked right through. Stepping from the curb back out on to the street she looked down at the man who was slowly curling up in to the fetal position and cast him a cold glare. She stepped over to her car, running bloody fingers along the hood almost as if she were caressing it like a lost love as she passed by the front to the open driver side door. She took the keys from the ignition, casting a gaze toward the shot gun that was half loaded. Looks like he was considering using it, perhaps until he realized who Alex was. "When can we get this beast on the road again?"She asked, shutting the drivers door carefully and walking up to kick gently at the deflated rubber on one of the front tires. She leaned against the front fender, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked in Alex's direction, acting as though the man on the ground did not exist. She perked a brow in question.

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Nothing hurts my world,
just affects the ones around me
When sin's deep in my blood,
you'll be the one to fall.

"Doesn't matter what you do to me because i carry simple knives and a gun." His voice wasn't at all happy, in fact it was about as far opposite from it as he could be, her wicked grin merely mad him look away. So this is what she was talking about by, the monster within her. He sighed loudly and remained silent and he watched. He didn't mind the anger that was dripping from her being, in fact he was amused by it. His eyes closed and he went back to a time when he would've been much happier. He imagined himself back into his studio, recording a new song and doing work instead of fucking around here because of an idiot that made the scariest woman on the face of the earth angry. Making Anastasia angry was something that was not reccomended for anyone, and it showed every moment he watched her in this moment. He wanted to be in his studio, somewhere where he could be away from all of this dejavu, a sense of nostalgia seemed to seep its way into his being...

He remembered his gang days, the anger and the blood that was spilled during those times was immense, he was ruthless back then and many in his own gang feared him. He closed his eyes and sighed and remembered the times he'd killed and taken lives, for only the glory. He remembered all the times he'd been locked up because of the kills he'd made, and how he'd often just be let out due to his ability to put the entire prison in a riot and distract the entire staff and make a successful break for freedom. Even though it wasnt the freedom he wanted, it was still freedom and that was all that mattered to Alex. Leon before the gang had been disbanded had been an expert and carjacking and he carried one hell of a position back in the gang, but to see him quivering and shaking like a coward he snorted. How pathetic was that man? Something must've broken his spirit, because if Leon were the way he was back then he would have tried to fight Alex at least. But he was quivering and shaking. How very Pathetic.

I wish I could be the one,
the one who won't care at all
But being the one on the stand,
I know the way to go, no one's guiding me.

"You couldn't be any closer to the truth, Alex."

He sighed, he knew what was coming and he heard a familiar crack of bone. Anastasia was furious and she was going to teach this guy a lesson. But he remained tense, extremely tense. Alex didn't flinch when he heard the sickening crack of bone come from the mans jaw. Hell, if this was back in his gang days, Leon would have been ripped apart, in a most literal sense. The crack of bone and agonized screams were familiar to the Male as he stood in the shadows not uttering a word as Ana beat the guy senseless. However if things did get extreme he would have to intervene. Well then again extreme in Alex's opinion was Ana actually going to kill the guy. Despite the fact that Alex would love to see him dead at the moment, he couldn't just stand there and let her kill a guy who'd already apologized to her. He eyed the car and the gun inside it. If she made a move to grab the gun he'd be there faster than she could comprehend. Alex wasn't happy, and it was going to make itself extremely evident in only a few moments.

He watched her break his face apart into a bloody mess, not once but four times she increasingly maimed him until he saw her hands and pant legs soaked with blood. he sighed and walked towards her as she flung him to the ground, "You're lucky I don't tell on you, Miss Steele. But he deserved it, Had I still been the leader of my former gang you got very well acquainted with, he would be torn to shreds in a very literal sense." His voice was much more dominating than before, "But I am going to ask you to stop there, and let the guy get away. Besides you need to get to your house, you're covered in his blood." He growled something to the man whom was curled up in the fetal position before he picked the male named Leon up by his shirt and stood him on his feet. "You get out of this city and don't ever lay a foot in here again, or so help me I'll have you ripped apart faster than you could scream for help." The mans eyes widened before he hobbled off and disappeared from view.

When time soaked with blood turns its back,
I know it's hard to fall.
Confided in me was your heart
I know it's hurting you, but it's killing me.

"However Miss Steele, You need to watch that temper. I wont tell you anything else but that. That "monster" inside of you needs to be fought by you and letting yourself act like that will not get yourself anywhere." He growled the comment at her, he obviously wasnt a happy black angel. There seemed to be something of an anger forming within the male. Yup, he'd be going boxing after this entire fiasco was over. "We'll need to get this thing up on a jack, and do you have any spare tires in your trunk or somewhere? If not I'm going to get it towed to the nearest shop and have them fix it for you." His brown eyes were darker and he was keeping his distance from the female whom was looking at the car like a lost love. Maybe it was good he was keeping his distance, it wasnt that he was ma at her, he was just mad at something... but he really didn't know what.

"If you have spare tires I could get this beast on the road in a maximum of half an hour. If You dont probably an hour or so at the shop." With that he leaned against the wall of a nearby brick bulding, and sighed. He couldn't leave Anastasia with a broken car, "If all else fails I'll have you driven to your house by my butler and I'll get the car back to you tomorrow." He closed his eyes, he needed to go vent his anger on something. Maybe he was angry at the man who stole the car, maybe he was angry at himself for causing this, maybe he was just angry at the idiot authorities that wouldn't have done a freaking thing. Maybe he just needed to fly for a while. "

Nothing will last in this life,
our time is spent constructing,
now you're perfecting a world... meant to sin.
Constrict your hands around me,
squeeze till I cannot breathe,
this air tastes dead inside me,
contribute to our plague.

If Alex knew how to do one thing, it was breaking ties. However this was a subconsious action, formed out of the fear he carried in his childhood he was making a consious effort to not just do what he subconciously wanted to do. He clenched and unclenched his fist, as if to try and relax the muscles that had become extremely tense. His shoulders in particular were causing his a visible amount of discomfort. From all that flying and then conflict tensing all of the muscle in his body, his shoulders hurt worse than any other of the areas on his body. Maybe he was afraid, afraid of Anastasia after this encounter. Well it did give him a legitimate reason to not dare anger her, unless he had a death wish, but still, he wanted to leave. His mind was swirling with different thoughts, watching her beat that guy mercilessly, and almost being happy she did was not normal. Well that was why he kept his distance, it reminded him of the people in the war. The nameless slaughterers of men women and children everywhere.

They beat and raped women, killed men and often left a disgusting grotesque mess of blood and guts everywhere, and seeing that woman covered in blood just thoroughly brought back the memories of war. "God damn... Just when you think you leave your past behind..." he trailed off for a moment, "The images of fighting a war as a child come back to me." The images gave Alex a headache, he could retell his story of being a child soldier in Nigeria rather easily, like it happened just yesterday, with that he blinked the images out of his head as best as he could before walking towads her and standing next to her. He breathed in and he could smell blood, like it was back in the war. He needed out, and fast so he murmured "Im gonna get some fresh air." before taking off aright above the alley way to clear his mind. Up in the air he relaxed for a moment ignoring the burning pain in his shoulders Up, Up, Up he flew and then he dove back down in a whoosh of cold air.

Break all your promises,
tear down this steadfast wall,
restraints are useless here,
tasting salvation's near.

"Heh I feel a little better now. New lets see those tires, he looked at the broken tires and smiled, "Such a tiny hole stopped this beast" He smiled to himself, before looking back to the woman that really was the worst thing to ever piss off. "Ana, its a stupid question to ask, but are you alright?" His words seemed to linger in the air and he went back to inspecting the car, and he saw the half loaded shotgun, "Haha, if he'd have used that I would be dead right now" he chuckled lightly. He really couldn't imagine himself dead, it was really a topic he liked to avoid but you know how life is ne? The black angel went back to his inspection and stayed quiet and smiled inwardly to himself.

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For crying out loud I'm running from a comedown
God forbid I know I've been a letdown
Reaching for the sky while leaving in a gutter
Kicking and screaming I am singing bloody murder

Her fingernails were caked with the mans blood, and it sickened her. Facial expression cringed, squinting before her head shook in disapproval. She hated blood. Especially if it was hers, so at least that was one good thing in the situation- it wasn't her own. The deep dark crimson that stained her hands, embedded beneath her nails, and in every crevice of her fingerprints, she tried to wipe them on her pants. More blood. Fresh, oozing, and growing cold. She flashed back to just a few moments ago, the warm caress of the mans essence spilling upon her knee as it cracked in to her face, the teeth spat upon the black top, and the agonizing groans. Rather disturbing, and yet here she stood as if she had been in the audience rather than a contender. What the hell had just happened?

Her eyes glistened with innocence, a curiosity, and fear. She wouldn't break down, not here. No tears would escape these dark eyes to grace the smooth rise of her cheeks. No, she would hold together. The new blood smeared on her hands was then hidden from view, arms crossed over her chest and hands tucked beneath them. The black leather had a glisten of crimson as well, and she quickly realized this as if it were a spider by an arachnophobe. Her hands tore the zipper down the length of the coat without hesitation, peeling the jacket from her upper body and folding it over her hands. She was shaken, but the hard edge of anger, the raw, dangerous tense of her body remaining.

I'm alive when I'm vulnerable
I'm out of control, I'm losing my soul
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel

Out of control was one way to put it, and as she stood leaning against the front fender of her car she felt as if it had been an out of body experience. Alex peeled the man off of the concrete, lifting him by his shirt and peering down at the man. Her eyes narrowed, and half of her wanted to scream "He's mine!". She fought the urge, the sickening overwhelming sense of motion sickness washing over her. She coughed to herself, tearing her eyes from the man who she had left in a crumpled heap. Her mouth began to speak thoughts that had not lingered for more than a moment in the back of her mind, "I wasn't going to kill him, Alex. What would be the fun in that? I would much rather him suffer, or bleed out and die of exposure. But I was not going to end his life for him." as Alex approached her, cold stare never wavering from his figure. The demon lunged within her, seeking to atack, but she held back. The grin faded. She was afraid of herself. "Alex, I need to leave. I need to get out of here. If I could leave myself behind and escape this mess, I would, but that is not possible." It was nearly a whisper, as if she did nto want to admit the truth to even herself.

Alex's words of wisdom, to control her temper, caused her to laugh a stuttered breath from her lips, shaking her head from side to side as if it were impossible this task he asked of her. " Control my temper? Oh, my dear, that was rather controlled. If it had been any other cop they would have beat him until he had to be scraped off the pavement and shoveled in to am ambulance. And then, he would have been sentenced in jail. Imprisoned." She shook her head still, listening to him speak of her demon like he knew her. The anger within recoiled, like a serpent ready to strike. Anastasia held back, no need to lash out at the only person who was willing to be around you. And soon, his attention turned back to the car. She sighed, gritting her teeth.

Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try and save me go take care of yourself
I'm alive! Sick of the pain I'm sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow

It would seem that Alex was just as put off by the situation, taking to the skies momentarily and leaving her beside the car that remained half spun through two lanes. A car drove by to the right, slowing as if to take in the scene, only to speed off when they realized it wouldn't their friendly neighborhood shooting. It was a curb stomping. The edge of the sidewalk was splattered with blood from the mans mouth and nose, and other broken areas on his face. Her black pants, luckily, did not reveal the splatter upon herself so well, and her hands were wrapped up in the black leather jacket. She slouched slightly, thinking to herself, trying to calm herself. She was still pissed off, the car was touched by someone else. They soiled it. She took a single step from the fender, pushing herself to an upright stand, and turned to face the vehicle. If only this were the only beast in her life.

Upon his return, Ana stood peering at her car like it was a lion in a cage. Arms crossed and hidden beneath her jacket, her upper body only partially covered by the poor excuse of a shirt. It had been a hot day out, so she had worn a top that was rather revealing, only to hide beneath the thick jacket. Better than going nude beneath it, right? Blood now stained the white tube top but she paid no attention to it. "I need to leave, Alex." she whispered again, hesitant to meet his gaze. She felt guilty, just to be standing beside him. She was not who she wanted to be. Pieces of her were falling apart internally. She was either going to cry, vomit, or kick the shit out of something again very soon, and she would much rather it not be here. Unfolding a bloodied hand, she reached down in to the pocket of her moist pants, taking out her wallet. Hot pink- highly feminine, and fake snake skin. Hey now, every lady needed a little femininity. She opened it, and took out a few bills, as well as a card, and reached her hand out to Alex."Two thousand, plus my card. Has my number and address on it." She paused, knowing he was most likely going to turn down the money, and stepped closer to him, looking up in to his eyes as she stuffed her hand in to one of his front pockets, leaving the cash and card behind when she withdrew her hand. "I want bulletproof rubber, Alex. 'One tiny little hole' will never stop this beast again." She said, stern, her eyes not blinking as she stood within inches from him.

I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead

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Well I saw fireworks from the freeway
And behind closed eyes I cannot make them go away
'Cause you were born on the fourth of july, freedom ring
Now something on the surface it stings
I said something on the surface

It was obvious that she didnt like the fact she was covered in the blood of the man she had beaten to a pulp, she seemed to have cringed at the sight of it. he could feel the fact she was feeling lost and insecure, but he wouldn't bruise her pride by taking pity on her. But he finally softened again and the muscles un-tensed as he waled over to her and smiled, a reassuring smile, towards her. He put a hand on her shoulder, a silent 'you're a friend of mine, and I'm here if you really need to say anything' he knew the innocent gesture could be taken in a much different fashion especially when the woman was angry. He just wanted her to know that at least there was someone that wouldn't flee because of a violent outburst. In fact that single outburst made him make his decision. He wouldn't let this woman succumb to the demon within her, not without one hell of a fight. He would save her even if she hated him for it in the end. Everything about him had softened as he looked at her eyes..

They said that the eyes were the gateway to the soul and they were right. He saw the emotions inside her. She was almost like a child, so innocent and lost he sighed and looked at her, he wanted to figure out a way to tell her that he was going to be there without getting hurt in the process. he liked the woman that stood in front of him. He considered her a friend and for that fact he wouldn't leave her, even if it killed him. His loyalty was unsurpassed, and he wouldn't let that falter now even with the biggest case of an inner demon he had seen. Normally hed hug her briefly but he knew that wasnt a good thing for him. For him to walk around town with a bloodstained white tank top wasnt as all screaming suspicious for the ex convict. He watched herself rid herself of the heavy coat and exposing a rather revealing shirt. Alex almost immediately coughed almost awkwardly and looked anywhere else but at her. He didn't want to seem like a pervert next. Already being known as an ex murderer and gang leader was enough for him.

Come stop your crying, it will be all right
Just take my hand, hold it tight
I will protect you from all around you
I will be here dont you cry

"I wasn't going to kill him, Alex. What would be the fun in that? I would much rather him suffer, or bleed out and die of exposure. But I was not going to end his life for him."

He listened to her and smiled, "At least you weren't going to kill him intentionally. But I'm not dumb, if he bled to death here they'd trace it to you with no problems Anastasia. I went through that entire process, remember?" His voice seemed to reverberate in the back road with a small amount of laughter, Alex stood there looking to the clearing sky and then to the bloody jacket and sighed, "You're on my list of people to never in a lifetime ever piss off. Congrats" He was trying to be funny and he really didn't know if it was working. He merely stood and smiled, he wanted her to feel a little better, he didn't know how at all to go about it, but he was at least giving it an attempt. The woman whom had thrown off her bloodied jacket as if it were a repulsive piece of garbage, needed cheering up, or at least a form of comfort. But if he knew Ana, she'd not want any pity, and he'd end up with a broken nose. And yet he went down that route before, but she was mildly annoyed and guilty then.

That same thought though that she had voiced seemed to bring back more memories of his gang days. Leaving bodies of wounded enemies on the ground leaving them to die because of the elements rather then killing them himself. He sighed and shook his head, he had made so many bad things happen in his past, how could he hope to even to become a white angel? He took so many lives, and hurt so many people and then he had become such a bad person that even now he drowned in the solitude of the fear of people. Anastasia was the only one that seemed to not be afraid of him, and he guessed he liked that. He liked the fact that she wasnt afraid to be around him, even after all that he did in his life. He smiled and looked to the sky, a gold cross falling out of his shirt and hanging down at the side of his neck and he almost looked to the sky for a sign that his forgiveness was coming.

The remedy is the experience,
It is a dangerous liaison
I say the comedy, is that it's serious.
This is a strange enough new play on words
I said tragedy is how you're gonna spend,
The rest of your nights with the light on
So shine the light on all of your friends
When it all amounts to nothing in the end.

"Alex, I need to leave. I need to get out of here. If I could leave myself behind and escape this mess, I would, but that is not possible."

He looked at her, "I'll be perfectly honest Anastasia, I personally don't want you to go quite yet. You're going to go home to your house and then destroy something in there. I'd personally like it if you st-" he was cut off with another klutzy move, not looking where he was walking, Alex hit himself square between the eyes with a low hanging fire escape bar on the side of a building. Alex stumbled slightly, it was quite obvious that he was seeing stars. Leaning against the wall he laughed out loud, "Jeez I shoulda taken my mothers advice. I hurt myself again while trying to think" Well Alex was dizzy, how hard did he hit himself? Well when your version of a walk is a normal persons idea of a jog, well, jogging into a metal bar isn't exactly the most comfortable and pleasant things to do, but the idiotic dazed look on his face was something that should have been caught in the media. If Ana didn't laugh or at the very least smile, Well poor Alex would have a headache for nothing.

He just wanted her to calm down and be happy, "H-however.. if you wish to go home, I'll call my butler to drive you home and I'll get a tow truck to tow your car to my place where I'll have it fixed by tomorrow, or if you have spare tires, I'll install those and you could drive home and I'll stop by to fix up your car." He smiled somewhat sheepishly the dark skinned male was obviously slightly uneasy, but that uneasiness would fade sooner or later. It would have to as he stood back up touching his forehead where he hit himself. there was only a small cut on his head and he ignored it. In fact he pulled out his cellphone to call his butler to get ready just in case he calls again for him to come pick Anastasia up from the back roads. The man sighed and looked back at Anastasia, and he merely smiled for almost no reason other than the fact the weather was cleared up and it wouldn't be hell to get through the city. Alex Yawned and rolled his shoulders, and made his wings disappear once more. He heard her speak once again and sighed loudly


I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear
escape from this afterlife
Cause this time I'm right to move on and on,
far away from here

" Control my temper? Oh, my dear, that was rather controlled. If it had been any other cop they would have beat him until he had to be scraped off the pavement and shoveled in to am ambulance. And then, he would have been sentenced in jail. Imprisoned."

He felt anger flare within her and then recoil and he sighed, "I'm trying my best to help you. Don't get pissed off at me." Being an Empath he could feel those emotional fluctuations, "You cop types have gotten more brutal over the years, jeez, that never happened with me even when i ran off from you all." he muttered softly. Enrique sighed and looked back on himself, did he really deserve the comfortable life he was living now? Did he truly deserve the wealth and money that he had because he was a former criminal? Did he deserve the people who wished they were like him? Ahh those ignorant people who wished they had his life drove him nuts. Did they even know how hard a war is to fight? Did they know what it was like to be involved with so much killing that it had become second nature and anyone whom crossed you was laying dead on the floor in front of you? Standing over them with bloodied hands and clothing? Back when he was in the gang, people used to say that they knew he was coming because No matter how hard Alex tried, he reeked of blood.

Those ignorant bastards would never know what it was like to wrestle a demon bigger than anything they've had to encounter in their lives. They would never feel the pain and exhilaration of the kill because they were the prey, the ignorant sitting ducks that sat on their asses asking to be slaughtered like a butcher would a cow. His eyes closed and he frowned, he knew Anastasia had the problem he had, and he just didn't know how to go about telling the woman exactly how to help herself out. He wanted to, he desperately wanted to and that's what kept him there. Brown eyes reopened and he paced about waiting, waiting for the familiar sound of his limo's engine. But he knew the butler wouldn't be here for at least a half hour, maybe an hour if traffic was terrible. At this time it normally was terrible, why? It was a Friday and all the party goers were heading to the various clubs in the city.

He sighed, hoping that he could find something to tell the poor woman whom was emanating guilt, and insecurity. That was it, he was always taught that actions spoke louder than words, so he wouldn't say a word after he was done figuring out the odds for the courses of action he could take. After all he wasnt going to take the course of action that ended up with his face being beaten in.Well he could do what every part of him told himself to do, which was to comfort her in some way. The poor guy was torn by his mind which said don't get yourself hurt, and the rest of his being that said ignore it if she hurts you. Just make sure she feels better. A cool and refreshing breeze blew through the stagnant air of the road and he personally felt more energized, the fresh cool air seemed to wake him up more and gave him energy. That was probably why he was almost like a giggling idiot when he decided to go flying. The air there was fresh and cool not like the stagnant air of the city. That was why his house was much farther out than many of the other manors.

For one so small,you seem so strong
My arms will hold you keep you safe and warm

"I need to leave, Alex."

He was standing beside her as she said that, she was hesitant to meet his soft gaze. Well here went nothing. He felt the guilt and every part of him told him to comfort her. He hugged the woman and smiled. "Just please hold out a little longer. My butler will be here in a moment." He said softly. His embrace seemed to have a calming effect on most people, "Anastasia, you cant hide your emotions from me.. I'm rather hypersensitive to peoples emotions and I don't at all want you to feel guilty. You don't at all deserve to be this unhappy." His voice was a gentle tone, it was much gentler than the commanding voice he could use in an instant. If she could feel his emotions, she would only feel the fact that the only thing he wanted was for her to smile again. He truly thought Ana did not at all deserve this unhappiness. Even with the beast within her he knew she should be much happier. "If you need to take your anger out on something, I don't mind taking a bullet. No weapon or injury will stop me now. I want to help you, when I fought my own demons, Not even I could do it alone."

Well here was something so different that if the media had stumbled upon the man right now, there would be rumors flying all over the place. It was amazing how different Alex was when he was off the stage and out of the prying eyes of the media. He was worried about her, and every part of him would ignore the rumors of the media. Possibly even hold a press conference for them so they could get on with harassing some other poor celebrity. But for now he was the gentle giant he was known to be. That was the most odd thing about the man what the fact that he was such a gentle man, and a gentleman. He smiled, "If you ever need someone to talk to or just to be a punching bag of sorts, don't ever hesitate to visit or give me a call." His brown eyes shown the fact that despite the fact most of his advice was cliche lines, he was wise, he just could never put the wisdom into his won words. In the fact that he was set on helping her, he just hoped that he wouldn't be set back. It wasnt selfish, in fact Anastasia gave him another reason to become a white angel again. He already had become a guardian to so many, but right now the only person that he really wanted to help out was this woman locked in his embrace.

All that Im praying for
Is that My Voice Finds her
Like a Lullaby
Sings her to sleep

"Two thousand, plus my card. Has my number and address on it. I want bulletproof rubber, Alex. 'One tiny little hole' will never stop this beast again."

He watched her pull out her wallet and shove the money, and card into his pocket and he chuckled. Taking out the money he placed it back in her hands and smiled. "Let me pay for this on my own. Call it an 'apology gift' of sorts alright?" he looked her in the eyes and smiled, and he heard a familiar engine in the distance. "Ana your ride is about five minutes away." he grinned at her. He hoped she'd be happier now, hope was a magical thing. It was what kept him going through life, even when everything seemed hopeless. Hope was what kept him alive when he fell from heaven. He fell and now he stands much better than the white angels in their innocence, and the black angels in their arrogance. he was a happy silver, that median between the two gave Alex a viewpoint on things that were often biased when looked at from one angle. He looked to the sky which seemed to brighten up, the suns rays dyeing the sky hues of pink, gold and red. It was almost like the perfect picture. Almost the most amazing thing he had ever seen.

Alex stood there and smiled. He was so happy and content now. The sun was setting, but he had work to do when he got home. First thing was first. Fix those tires and get the car back to Anastasia before Tomorrow. "Hey Ana, if i take your car to my house to fix it up, how am I going to get it back to your house? I mean I am strong, but You know.. I cant lift cars over my head and run a few miles with them." He laughed at the truth of that statement. He looked at the car, "I could get it towed to your house..." He smiled before walking over to her and smiling up at the sky. "Heh, the sunset is beautiful tonight To bad the idiot kids in this city are going to Cyanide to see this new band play. Who knows if they're any good yet." he smiled. Despite being a singer he was a record label owner and an adept business man when he needed to be. But right now all he did was admire the beauty of the sky and wait for the night to set in. Night was when he worked best.. but maybe not tonight, or well not for a few hours. Alex needed to get some sleep and then fix up her car. He couldn't be making any mistakes with this beast now could he?

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For crying out loud I'm running from a comedown
God forbid I know I've been a letdown
Reaching for the sky while leaving in a gutter
Kicking and screaming I am singing bloody murder

It was hard to look down and see the blood of a man on your hands, especially when you knew that while you beat in his face, crushing your knee in to him with the warm spilling over your leg, you had the thought in your head:Kill him. Sure it could have been easy, her hands were already pushed back through his hair, her grip was perfect to crank his head to the side and give one final blow with your knee that would twist his neck beyond the threshold of life.. to death. She could have, at this moment, been standing over a limp body who's blood was pushing from his open wounds, spilling out on to the blacktop under foot. A single witness wasn't hard to deal with, and nor was the body. Who would suspect a petite young woman to take down a man of such size alone? Black mail the black angel in to keeping his mouth shut or else he would be doing time for the murder himself. Simple. No?

Alex approached, and luckily these thoughts were mine and not hers, for she was still cringing at the sight of her stained skin, the blood embedded beneath her fingernails and forearms speckled with the mans essence. She lifted her gaze, meeting his, his hand outstretched and rested on her shoulder. His friendship was appreciated, and the fact that he kept his mouth shut was even more so. Anastasia was never one to take advice from someone very easily unless she sought it out herself. Turning her head, she looked at his hand that rested on her shoulder, then nodded softly, if perhaps even only to herself than to him, and looked back down to the road rather than meeting his gaze again.

Within the depths of her mind, she was lost. She was confused, and saddened by the fact that she had let such a thing bring her to this point. But the truth was, it had been happening for so long now, this internal demon had been able to creep upon her and devour her soul without Anastasia giving notice until it was too late. First it was just a confidence, an ability to take control of any situation and come out on top, protecting those around her without hesitation. Hesitating got people hurt. Next, it was the trigger. She had always felt safe around weapons, especially their cool grip in her grasp, fingers coiled around them and able to demand action from the object whenever it was needed. She took great care of her firearms, and in turn, they took great care of her.

I'm alive when I'm vulnerable
I'm out of control, I'm losing my soul
I can't be your angel when I'm living like a devil
Can't be your lover when I'm living like a rebel

Peeling the jacket off had seemed to bring a reaction from Alex that she had not expected. She never thought much of the fact that the top underneath was revealing when she had chosen it for her attire that day, it was the simple fact that it was comfortable, and it would allow her to remain cool under the thick black leather of her jacket that she wore to conceal her pistol. Looking down at herself she smirked, wrapping her hands in the bloodied leather and holding it close to the white material that rather immediatly soaked in some of the crimson essence, but at least it covered her from sight. She understood he felt awkward, and she didn't feel like flaunting by any means. It wasn't in Anastasia to flaunt, let alone even attempt to seduce or flirt. It just wasn't in her. Her attitude was overbearing, and she knew that few men could handle a woman who took control the way she did. Honestly, she expected to be alone for many years to come, and had no real issues with that whatsoever. Who has time for love when you are keeping the general public alive and safe?

His words caught her attention, it seemed he had shaken off his feeling of embarrassment and decided to take on a subject that applied more to the subject at hand. It was true, letting the man bleed to death would still be considered murder, but as mentioned before, she had many ways around being convicted. She was not only an unlikely suspect due to her size and gender, but she was a cop. She knew the loop holes, and she knew that things were very easily covered up with just a little thought. It could be blamed on street violence, gang related crime. Surely the man had a record, and thus her plan could fall in to place rather easily. Alex's follow up comment, listing her as someone to never piss off, made her grin. At lest he was able to try to lighten the situation. All she wanted now was to forget it happened, and to move on. Already her feelings of guilt were beginning to vanish.. just another part of this demonic disease.

"Well I am glad you think so, Alex. Does this mean that the next time I tell you to stop running, you may actually listen?" Perking a brow as she joked with him. "Or am I going to have to give you the same treatment I gave your friend there? It comes rather easily, you know." Winking as her smirk transitioned smoothly in to a friendly grin. It would seem she and Alex had a greater understanding of one another than she could have possibly imagined. His past, her present, they were linked. In the end, perhaps Anastasia would be Alex's ticket to those white wings he wanted, and so badly deserved. Only time would tell. As she muttered about wanting to leave, Alex's response was cut short as he walked in to the overhanging iron bars of a fire escape. She gasped, and withheld all desire to giggle at the situation. It was hard though, to see this large man stumbling and dazed from the square connection he made with the inanimate object. "Are you all right, Alex?" she offered, taking a step toward him but hesitating as she felt another wave of laughter attempt to escape her lips.

Don't want your pity and I don't want your help
Don't try and save me go take care of yourself
I'm alive! Sick of the pain I'm sick of the sorrow
Sick of today I'm sick of tomorrow

The small cut on his forehead made her squint. When you ran in to something hard enough with your head to break the skin, surely you would be feeling it tomorrow even more so than you currently were. What a wreck! He spoke of calling his butler, and she nodded lightly, telling him of how she had controlled her anger much better then she had seen other cops when handling such a situation. The immediate sense of anger welled up in Alex, and she could feel it. A tension in the air that caressed her very being, seeping beneath her skin and making the muscles along her neck and back tense. Her body became rigid for that split second in response to his sudden flare of energy from his anger, only to diminish as he controlled it. She smiled lightly, "I am not pissed off at you, Alex. How can I be pissed off at someone who keeps me on the verge of splitting a gut laughing?"

If she had known his decision to help her fight the demon, she would have refused. It was an inner struggle, somethign she had lived with for a long time already, and planned on executing on her own. It would take great steps, and the accomplishment would not be leaps and bounds. It would be a crawl. Slow and steady wins the race. She would slay the demon simply by learning how to control it, and learning what it was that brought it to the surface. She had seen on many occasions, just someones anger could make her ant to aim down the barrel of her 9mm, especially when the anger was directed at her or someone who could not properly defend themselves. At least she chose victims who brought i on themselves. Maybe if the world were not such a hostile place, this demon would die on its own. But that wouldn't be happening any time soon, so let us not get our hopes up.

Bringing to the mans attention the fact that she wanted to leave the scene of the bloody beating behind, she could sense him hesitate. She turned her head to the side, squinting lightly as she attempted to decipher what it was that he was thinking as he stood infront of her. Surely he would not refuse her the chance to go back to her new apartment in ZaneCorp tower. Perhaps he was simply wondering what to do about the car. Her attention turned to the sides n the passenger side, a front, and a rear, had been taken out through Alex's decision to bring it to a halt. There was no way it could be driving anywhere, not even to the curb, without riding on the rims and destroying them as well. The rubber on the rear had already peeled off to the side, half hanging from beneath the rear fender.

And then it hit her. Or, well, he hugged her. Same thing. She grew tense, bringing her shoulders up as she cringed slightly. It had been unexpected, and yet she never fought him off, nor did she hug him back. Being comforted was not her cup of tea, but from what she had learned of Alex in the past few hours, she knew that perhaps this is what he needed to do in order to feel good about the situation. He was a man with a large, soft heart, who had done many bad things in his life time and was trying to make up for them. She wouldn't deny him this act of kindness, but she sure as hell wasn't about to embrace him in return. He began to speak quietly, his arms still around her, her head crushed gently against his chest due to the embrace. All she could do was nod slightly at his words about the butlers arrival being sooner rather than later.

Repressing another burst of laughter at his comment about using him as a punching bag, she nodded again lightly against him, "I will remember that, Alex. If I ever feel trigger happy, just give you a call. Don't think I wont... especially after this." She teased, referring to the hug that he held her in against him. "But I am still sure I can handle the demons on my own. What I need help defeating is the criminals in this city who feel they should bring harm to innocent people. Once they have been stopped. then my demon will simply suffocate with boredom. And perhaps I will get a few more nights off duty to go flying with you." Smiling, even though it would go unseen. Perhaps it was on cue, but a few vehicles pulled on to the street at that time, changing lanes as they crawled by slowly to take in the sight of a famous celebrity embracing a young woman who they could not recognize. Ana, her face still against his chest, saw a few flashes of light. "Did someone just take our picture?! She asked, now raising her hands to place them on his chest and pull herself from his hug to look in the direction that the car rolled off in, young faces pressed against the glass on the back window. "Oh this is going to be exciting. I bet they already have it up on the internet. Looks like your life just got a bit more interesting." She teased, looking back to the tall man infront of her.

I'm addicted to the misery in my head
I better stop before I end up dead

As Alex refused the money, handing it back to her after she had already stuffed it in to his pocket she shrugged. "Fine, I guess your butler will be receiving quite the tip tonight then."[/b] She taunted, knowing that she wasn't going to allow him to refuse the money. She would find a way to give it to him, one way or another. She didn't like hand outs of any sort, not even free rides, she almost always stashed a few bills in someones car after they drove her across the city. Gas cost money, people seemed to forget about that these days. And with her job, and the payments she used to receive when delivering the head to a paying customer when a hit was sent out on a vampire, she was well off enough to feel she could repay almost anyone. Ana was not very materialistic, and money seemed to pile up in her bank account, going unused for months before she even realized it was there.

She nodded to Alex as he brought up the subject of how he would get the car back to her. The butler pulled up while she was thinking, and she walked over to the vehicle to get inside. She needed to get out of here. "Can you drive a stick?" she asked Alex, not looking over her shoulder at him until she was beside the door of the car. "I am sure I could trust you to deliver it home safely, and then I could always give you a drive back to your place if you ere not up to flying yourself home. Whichever works best for you." She smiled, hoping he knew that with the fact she would let him driver her car, came great trust. He would be the third one in the driver seat since her dad had passed away. Ana.. the man whom she beat to a pulp, and then Alex. The door to the bar seat was opened for her and she slid inside, her eyes still on Alex, awaiting his reply.

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The tall dark skinned male had his work cut out for him the rest of this week. He had to get Ana's car fixed, then finish recording a new single inspired by this very meeting. Maybe Starstruck wouldnt be the title, but it'd be something good. Simple but good, that was the way he looked at his songs. They were simple but they were good. Despite the simplicity the songs gave anyone who listened to them a complex insight into the world of the singer. The Album he gave Anastasia was his most recent and it talked of the war back in his home country, the struggle it was to get here to the USA, and then actually start his life anew at the age of eight. How the violence of war had made him become the brutal gang leader he was, and then to now. His years in prison, and then his rise to fame. And then how he looked back on everything he had done in retrospect, and thanked the lord for every event that happened in his life. Had it not been for those events he would have never been able to write such lyrics that he did. He smiled and looked to the sky, the sky was a symbol of hope.

Hope to this man was something that he loved and cherished. Nothing could rip that away from his. No matter how broken or battered his body became. No matter how many times he was going to be beaten down, he'd always get up and move on, the scars in his heart merely helping him become much stronger and wiser. Alex like many other people had hope for his future, he hoped for so many things. He wanted so many things in his future, but the one thing that mattered the most to him was the redemption of the lord. The redemption of those above to become a white angel once more. He wanted to become a guardian to those he loved and cherished. He also wanted to return to the country of his birth and get his family away from there. He wanted to make sure his brothers and sisters were okay. Brown eyes closed and he smiled as the sun's final rays bead down on his face. The gold cross on his neck shining in the light of the sun. He had many other plans for his future, possibly finding himself a woman was something distant but still there.

His dedication to his work kept many of these things on hold. The man had no time for romance, when he had so much work to do. In fact this week was packed full of work. He had a business meeting on Tuesday with a business partner about his new record label, and then there was the masquerade that his friends had convinced him to go to. His friends were trying to do him a favor in their eyes by trying to hook him up with a woman, but in truth he really didn't want anything to do with romance at this point in his life. Not when he had so many other more important things to take care of. It was those 'more important' things that caused many breakups and many songs. Alex smiled, who knew what fate had in store for him. Only that good man upstairs knew about the future for the fallen white angel. The wind caressed his skin, he enjoyed the cooling breeze as he looked back to the car and sighed, this was his first priority.

His reaction towards her jacket seemed to surprise the woman, and he merely grinned sheepishly, "Jeez, I wouldn't want to look like a pervert next. An ex gang leader and murderer is enough for me" he chuckled, and looked at her. Anastasia was a beautiful woman, there was absolutely no denying that factor. Denying that would be like saying that the sky was falling. He sighed and said, "But if you don't mind a compliment, you do look good" Alex smiled at her, hoping to hell she didn't take it the wrong way, after all if she did, he'd be hurting is more places than his shoulders and back. He sat in silence for a while, thinking of the white wings he so desperately wanted. Those wings he had to re-earn by finding a key of sorts to unlock the path to his redemption. Letting his eyes flash back to Anastasia, he smiled, maybe that woman, whom her present was his past, would be the key. If she was the key Alex would be a rather surprised person. But he didn't rule out the chance of that being the case. In fact as he thought, he felt the fact that his past was her present, he needed to be there and help her, just in case she did stumble. Just in case she did fall, he'd be there to catch her.

After all what kind of friend would let their friend fall to the bottom of the darkest trench in their lives? Nobody would fall if Alex had a say in what was to happen. His brown eyes were never a hard almost steel like look to them unless he sensed something was wrong. He knew what was wrong, but he wouldn't care, not now. Nothing could or would interrupt this moment of inner peace within himself. The male smiled, he would catch anyone if they stumbled and help them back to the top of the mountain that they have to climb. Nobody was there to help him, so he could only help himself when he was young, and that was what drove him to gang violence, drugs, and so many other horrible things he had done. He looked to the sky and thought to himself If only you could see me now.. Mother... Father, I haven't forgotten you at all. I'll come back, and I'll get you out of there. Those thoughts of the hope of saving his family kept him strong and that is what he needed to be in this world.

"Well I am glad you think so, Alex. Does this mean that the next time I tell you to stop running, you may actually listen? Or am I going to have to give you the same treatment I gave your friend there? It comes rather easily, you know."

He smiled, and chucked slightly, "I'll only stop if I've done wrong Steele. But I guess it depends on the situation ne?" He looked at her and then back to whatever seemed to have his eyes fixated to the sky. Whatever he was seeing it would seem only he was noticing, because if others looked to the sky they would see only clouds. Alex looked to the sky and faintly counted eight birds that flew so freely upon the winds it almost made him jealous. He wished he could be that free, and live without a care in the world. But that was changed as the birds cry was heard. It seemed a larger predatory bird decided to catch some lunch on the go. One of the birds, mortally wounded tried in vain to escape, as it fell to the ground and hit with a small thud. Alex watched in a calmness that was almost alien like as the larger bird began to eat its meal. He watched in silence as the bird looked up to meet his eyes and then go back to eating.

Just as surviving was a part of life, so wasnt death. Death was easy though, you merely are asleep for the rest of eternity, hopefully asleep without any regrets in life. That bird that had been killed wasn't killed in vain, as it's seven companions were far away now. That single bird sacrificed its life, maybe unwillingly to keep its friends and family safe from harm. He smiled, maybe one day he could be as courageous as that single bird. That kind of courage was something that didn't come naturally in humans. Humans had the instinct to run and protect themselves, not others. But in Alex's case he was a complete opposite, when he was in the gang, he threw himself in the line of fire to protect others and to save lives, nearly losing his own in the process. But that never seemed to matter to the man, if he died protecting the people he loved, then he died without regrets. He would never regret dying protecting someone he cared for, it was a thought that was engraved inside his mind the day he was forced to join the army.

When he ran into the bar he noticed that Anastasia was making a conscious effort to not laugh at him in his dazed state, he laughed at himself and the cop whom was trying not to laugh at him. "You can laugh Anastasia, it wouldn't offend me. Believe me, it takes a lot to try and offend me" His voice rang through the alley echoing, the happiness in his voice was something that had brought him fame and fortune. That same voice made so many people cry in grief and sorrow, and brought joy to so many others. How was he to seek redemption when he was drowning himself in sins? How was he to see the light when all that surrounded him was dark. But there was a light, so faint at the end of this tunnel that he could barely feel it. Alex knew his redemption for what he had done was there, but he needed to correct the wrongs he had committed in his life before he even thought about redeeming himself. The male's fascination with the sky was over as the stars seemed to make themselves known.

"I am not pissed off at you, Alex. How can I be pissed off at someone who keeps me on the verge of splitting a gut laughing?"

He smiled and silently acknowledged her comment. He had the talent of humor, and being able to make people laugh with witty remarks, or just plain unintentional acts of complete stupidity. Like this one where he now suffered a huge headache but didn't care, as long as he had cheered the woman up that seemed to be all that mattered. The silence that seemed to come with these moments seemed to be odd, he never was this silent unless he was thinking truly deeply. He always thought that never looking beyond one's self was looking but not seeing. That was why he was silent, he was looking back on himself and what he had seen if Anastasia, he had seen something in her that was like himself. They both had their demons, but one was not in control, one devoured the soul of its host and the poor woman didn't see it until it was far to late. He sighed, that demon would lose its next fight, even if it means going dancing with death herself. Alex never minded those risks. He in fact, loved putting his life on the line maybe for sheer thrills or for another person. But either way the male angel found it amusing.

He seemed to seek peace within his silence as he looked back to the stars.. he murmured something about his life back in Nigeria. But Anastasia would only catch it if she was really listening to his quiet murmurings to himself. The comfort he felt in the silence between them seemed to be rather obvious. Leaning against the wall watching the stars seemed to be something he liked. In fact Alex loved the night, loved the late hours, because he was always much more focused, and it seemed to calm him. The night was a time when he could easily seem to just let go of his worries, that was until he heard some voices. Those voices were of new reporters and other media based people. He ignored them still as he had walked over and pulled the woman into his embrace. He seemed to ignore them even as they walked closer, trying to be 'stealthy' and not make themselves known until it was to late. He seemed to like to ignore the media and make them think things until he held a press conference to deflate their egos little by little. Alex had only one true enemy in his life. And that was the media.

"I will remember that, Alex. If I ever feel trigger happy, just give you a call. Don't think I wont... especially after this. But I am still sure I can handle the demons on my own. What I need help defeating is the criminals in this city who feel they should bring harm to innocent people. Once they have been stopped. then my demon will simply suffocate with boredom. And perhaps I will get a few more nights off duty to go flying with you."

He grinned slightly, "You enjoy flying with me? Thats a shock, usually when people go flying they seemed to cling to the ground for dear life after landing. And.. I'd lend a hand with the whole cop thing, but I'm not exactly a cop type. But if you need information on anything or anyone, I could give you that without a problem, Officer Steele." He replied to the second half of her comment before just grinning at the first, "You know a few bullets couldn't hurt me ne? I'm the safest person to shoot here in the city... or well there are the many targets i have for my own personal weapons you could blast to oblivion as well." he grinned at her and rolled his shoulders and they cracked slightly. Yeah he seemed to have over exerted his wings by making himself fly that fast and far. But it seemed Alex didnt care, and that was when he saw a flash and heard the click of a camera. "Oh.. fuck" he murmured in an exasperated fashion.

"Did someone just take our picture?! Oh this is going to be exciting. I bet they already have it up on the internet. Looks like your life just got a bit more interesting."

"Interesting? Call it annoying and dangerous. Those female fans are freaking vicious when angry, and knowing the media, they're immeadiately going to call you my girlfriend." He groaned at the thought, "Ugh.. gotta add another press confrence for this weeks schedule." he was more or less annoyed with how shallow the media was, they were to predictable, but if Anastasia picked up any magazine within the next week, there would be a picture of them in there. He knew what it was going to say and everything and quite frankly it gave him a headache. "Well I guess if you mean by interesting, being seen on the front page of a magazine with you i guess so." He grinned at her, "It's kinda odd too. I've been with friends that are women before and none of the media seemed to care... I guess its dumb luck eh?" He said to her before he watched the Limo pull in and her begin to walk towards it..

"Can you drive a stick? I am sure I could trust you to deliver it home safely, and then I could always give you a drive back to your place if you are not up to flying yourself home. Whichever works best for you."

He laughed at the taunt that she had given him about the butler before replying, "I'll get this beast back to you in top condition. Don't you worry Miss Steele." he smiled before pulling out his cell phone, he needed to call the towing agency to tow the car to his place before he went out and got the bullet proof tires. Alex smiled, and then watched her walk towards the limo, "Have a good night Anastasia." He said before going back to his phone conversation with the towing company.