Permanent Encounter (Layla)

[zaminges]

After failing three times in a row to kill a lycan with her dragon-head arrow, Saffron wanders into a dark alley, wanting to sleep but knowing that insomnia would rule her that night. She brushes her hand against a freshly painted wall. The paint is not dry and comes off on her gloves, making Saffron cringe. Her gloves are supposed to be pure-white.

She sits on the steps of a church near the warehouse, thinking about why she had needed to kill the lycan. It was threatening her latest girlfriend, Meg Fripponay, a Neko. Otherwise, Saffron would not have sought vengeance. It was not in her nature. But when it came to her girls, she could be vicious.

A blackbird on the ground rises into the air. Watching it, Saffron wishes she had been born one of those lucky white angels gifted with the power of flight. To soar in the sky, riding on the wind....oh what a dream! But alas, a dream that would never be hers.

Saffron hears a creaking sound and turns around to locate the source. She cannot find it, though. Her hearing seems to be giving her the wrong sense of direction. She recalls a girl she liked, Betelly Garfog, who kept some fairies that knew how to kill a person's sense of direction. She had also heard that sometimes black angels use these fairies to capture people and turn them into slaves. Saffron hoped these were just theories....

[emiko]

Lost? No. Layla knew exactly where she was. In fact, it was quite normal to see the cute girl wandering around. There was a small fear in her at this time, being unprotected and such. Of course, she wasn't alone. Kyle was with her. "It's quiet," he stated, just trying to break the silence. Despair nodded. She was mostly silent, really, never really talking to anyone. She did have some long conversations with Kyle, but they had ben together so long they had pretty much run out of things to say. Layla and Kyle didn't always get along, though and had a tendency to fight over things. It usually ended with Layla crying and Kyle being the cause of her sad tears. They always made up, though, since Despair couldn't live without her bunny.

Kyle, the bunny, was tight against her breast as usual. His large ears falling to the sides and his button eyes peering forward. His legs were smaller than his body and were swinging with each step Layla made. Reaching out with her mind, Layla could feel emotion. She smiled sweetly. Kyle could feel it as well. "Looks like we are no longer alone," Kyle said. Layla was the only one who could hear the rabbit talk and it made others think she was crazy most of the time. "Find it," he muttered, not sure what was around. Layla knew, though, from the emotions coming from her. It was a white angel, a female. Males and females had different emotions, different ways they handled things.

She had a little bit more trouble working to figure out the race of creatures since that wasn't based on emotion. She was only assuming this was a white angel, based on the very little sadness she had. Despair pressed on, feeling frustration coming from the woman. Layla couldn't play with the threads of emotion yet, she wasn't close enough. the black angels wing was folded tightly against her back, beneath her clothes. She hated for people to see it, though she wasn't ashamed of being a black angel. Layla was coming upon the angel now. She was sitting next to a church and Despair looked it over, then looked at the woman. She was cute, to be sure and Kyle was getting excited. Layla smiled and moved closer, sitting on the steps beside Saffron.

"Oh, such a pretty angel," Kyle laughed a bit. "Catch her. Make her yours," he demanded. Layla smiled sweetly to the angel. "Hi," she said, wrapping her mind around the emotions coming from the angel and beginning to spin the web. The angel would have been feeling a bit sad and depressed but when Layla took hold of the threads she would start feeling a bit of pressure, wanting to cry. That is, if the little angel allowed it. A lot of weak creatures would fall under this power of Layla's because they were weak emotionally. They allowed themselves to feel pain and sadness. They allowed themselves to get depressed. Kyle called this weakness. "Let me talk to her," Kyle asked.

"Little angel," Kyle said through Layla. Saffron wouldn't know that Kyle was using Despair and speaking, she would only assume it was Layla. She lifted a finger and moved it over the white angels arm, gentle, careful. This was Kyle's will. Layla would do anything for the little bunny in her arms. "You are such a pretty thing," Layla said, still speaking for Kyle. There would be no fairys used to capture this little white angel. Instead, Kyle and Layla would suck her in to the depression Layla was trying to put on her and capture her. Despair's eyes were sad and soft, her fingers moving up to Saffron's cheek. "What's your name?"

[zaminges]

Saffron had no idea how to account for it. She was feeling unhappy, utterly unhappy. She had never felt this way before. Well, perhaps in a dream.

A black angel landed in front of her and asked her her name. The angel was good-looking, but not in Saffron's tastes. Maybe that was why she felt depressed. Perhaps she wanted a girlfriend. She hadn't seen a worthy girl in a fortnight. Oh what rubbish.

"My name is Saffron Brooges," she told the dark angel. "Not that it matters. I found this gold box in a jewelry store and on the inside it told me I should change my name to something like Kylie. Oh yes, you can call me Zaffy if it pleases you. I hope it pleases you. It looks like it's going to rain."

Saffron knew why she was babbling. Depression caused it, and Saffron had never felt this low. She almost wanted to kill herself. At least then she'd be able to join Hemelia in the next world. She wrung her hands around her bandana, the gift from Hemelia before she died.

[emiko]

Layla smiled at the white angel, a sad look. "She's so weak," Kyle muttered, not caring. "Rape her and leave her," he added. He was always up for watching his little angel with another girl. She had only ever done so once, seeing as Layla was straight. Kyle got frustrated with it anyway. He wanted to be the one touching the girl. Pleasing her. Making her please him. Just the thought of it made him squirm. Of course, he was a bunny. He couldn't touch anyone in that way. "I want to keep her," Layla said to him, though the white angel would think she was talking to her. Layla had a look on her face as if she were talking about a dog she found on the street. Layla would take this woman as her slave. Saffron would do as she was told. A white angel that was a slave to a black angel. How fortunate for the little sin.

"She's worthless," Kyle growled. He didn't care to have a slave who couldn't even withstand Layla's power. He wanted something strong. Then again, perhaps Layla could sell her. "On the other hand, we could sell her," Kyle said thoughtfully. How much would someone be willing to spend on a white angel? He also had to take into consideration how weak she was against Layla. Maybe she was worthless. He was willing to find out. "Fine, take her," Kyle said. He wasn't here to waste time. Layla had simply evil thoughts about this little white angel. She didn't want her dead and neither did Kyle. Why kill something that you could make money off of? But Despair didn't want to sell this little angel. She wanted to use her. This pretty little Saffron. How cute. Layla had much in mind for the use of her.

"She's a talker," Kyle sighed. He didn't want to be around a woman who was noisy. Unless it was during sex, of course. He knew Layla could beat this woman until she was just how he wanted. Layla had no problems abusing slaves. She quite enjoyed it. She loved torture and killing. Or maybe not loved, but she enjoyed. Kyle loved it. He couldn't get over the lovely feeling he got. "Zaffy," Layla said softly. Layla looked to the sky. Did it really look as though it could rain? Did it matter? Layla moved her fingers over Zaffy's wings. Kyle watched curiously, unsure of what was going on. Layla began to tighten the web she was weaving. She knew she was making Saffron feel bad. Oh well. It would be better for her if she just did as she was told. Despair didn't want to hurt her. Much. "Layla?" Kyle asked, beginning to understand what she was doing.

Layla leaned forward towards Zaffy, Kyle seated in her lap. Despair's fingers went under Saffron's chin and moved it towards her. A gentle but sad face was what Saffron would be seeing. Despair gently touched her lips to Zaffy's. Her kiss was soft, but holding a bit of urgency. She was disgusted by this, hating the feel of another woman against her. Kyle, on the other hand, was excited. "Layla!" he exclaimed. She knew he wished he could see more and his mind was already going over what he could have her do to the angel. Despair had no intention of doing anything else with Saffron. Her kiss, though sweet and gentle, was nothing compared to the lovely feeling a man or woman would get with lust. Still, the feeling brought about feelings that could cause tears. Perhaps memories of past lovers that someone hadn't quite gotten over yet. As she pulled away she put her gun to the angels head. "You are coming with me," she said simply.