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[ANYA FEIST]

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Anya felt like a coward. She had been hiding out for months, just moving around trying to find word on who her daddy was. She knew it was wrong. What did it matter if she found out who he was anyway? It wasn't like he could ever really accept her. All her research had said that father said that it was a big no no for an angel to fall for a human. Even worse for them to sire a child. Anya was a feared creature. Coming into her powers had been traumatic and she was now able to control them. It had taken years, but she had control...though all she wanted was to be normal.

Shaking her head, trying to remove the tipsy swimming in her head. She'd been here for hours, just like last night and just like the night before. She had given up drugs, but she couldn't give up the booze. It was how she coped with things. She would spend most of her day working or looking for leads on her father. At the end of the night, with little money in her pocket and no new on dear old dad, she would sit alone and drink.

She had dressed up a little tonight. Her curves were covered in a soft blue flowing top and comfortable jeans. It wasn't what she would normally wear lounging around home. Old band tees and tattered old jeans were her comfort. But she was out and wanted to enjoy what was left of the evening. Her delicate fingers pushed the empty glass away. She debated on another round. Hazel eyes moved to the clock above the bar. It was still early only around eight.

The clock stared at her again. Maybe it was time to leave. Picking herself from the bar stool she moved out of the bar. She knew one other place she would like to visit tonight. She wanted to see her foster mother's grave. It had been months since she had last seen the cold marble that marked where Besty laid. The graveyard wasn't very far for a nephilim. She could simply blink to where she wanted to go. It was just like an angel. She smiled at a forgotten memory of her mother telling her she was an angel.

The wind blew threw her soft brunette hair. She knew where she was going. Even with the soft swaying of her intoxicated world. The stone shined to her like a beckon. Kneeling she pushed the leaves away that had collected. "Hey mom". She looked down at the words, feeling remorse kick in.

[ADAM MILLIGAN-WINCHESTER]

Adam looked around as he slowly made his way around the edge of the cemetery. He knew he had to do this. He wasn't sure if he was ready to or not though. Not after the way him and his mother had made their exit from this world. Well, Adam's first dramatic exit at least. He sighed as he looked around, as if he was waiting for Sam or Dean to appear for support. Hell, it didn't have to be them. It could be anyone he knew. He looked down at his feet and then back up as he made his way deeper into the graveyard.

He shivered slightly as the wind started to pick up. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his tan jacket and hugged the jacket close to his body. He took in the names on the headstones as he walked past them, wondering if they had similar stories like his to share or happy ever after ones. He let out another long sigh. This was the 5th year anniversary of his mother and his first death. Those damn ghouls. Every year on the same day, Adam would come and visit his mother and 'talk' to her. It was a very emotional moment for the young lad and it didn't always end very well for him.

His head snapped to the side as he saw another figure present, not too far from where he was. He wasn't too worried about it as it hadn't noticed him yet. He prayed that it wasn't a demon or anything. That was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now. He had too much other things on his mind. Keeping the other figure in sight, he made his way to the east side of the cemetery where Stacy Milligan was buried. Adam knelt down and brushed his hand on the headstone, tracing each intricate letter of his mothers name before letting out another sigh. "I've missed you."



Complete!?Yes
Tagged!? Anya
Music of the moment!?
"Apathy" - Red Jumpsuit Aparatus
Notes!? none
Credits Template made by SCOTTIE
of this very site. OMG. =O

[ANYA FEIST]

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Hazel pools looked down at her foster mother's headstone. Gulping slightly she looked down and felt a mixture of emotions. Hate was the dominate feeling. She hated Betsy. She was a vile woman. She physical abuse had been nothing compared to the verbal. She had been told she was nothing and would never be anything. The most common was that her real mother went nuts, didn't want her and her father was smart, jumping ship before she was born. Anya sighed recalling the memories. She also felt love. Once upon a time, before the young child she had been had 'done something wrong' Betsy was a kind woman. She took care of the orphaned girl. She raised her to be what she was. Her real mother had little to do with anything besides being a gene donor. Regret also filled her. She had killed the woman that laid six feet under the ground. "You know you really deserved it." She began to no one in particular, but directed her gaze down the the grave marker. "I never did anything to you. The drugs, the guys, it was all so I didn't have to deal with you when I got home. Why was I such a waste? What did I do?" She sighed. "I should really thank you though. If it wasn't for the last beating, I would have never found out what I am."

Anya had nearly been beaten to death by Betsy the night she her powers came to the surface. The explosion had demolished the house and Anya was left alone. Alone...She was used to that. Now a days it didn't bother as it had when she was younger. After she recovered from her addiction, she was fairly well adjusted. She laughed, had fun and tried to forget about her past. Her present was now focused on finding her father...whoever the hell he was. "Well mom. Thanks. Love our little chats but I have to go. I'll see you in a few more months."

Standing up from the stone, she looked around. Freezing, she realized she hadn't been alone while she spoke to her mom. Had the young man heard her? God, she hoped not. She didn't say anything about her being a nephilim, but she knew she was hunted. Her kind was labeled as dangerous and an abomination. She couldn't be too careful. She needed to find out, subtly. She walked over closer. He was young, attractive but very sad looking. The nephilim knew that look. She frowned as she drew closer. "She die unexpectedly?" She asked softly, after reading that she had been a mother. Assuming that he was some kind of family, maybe a son.

[ADAM MILLIGAN-WINCHESTER]

Adam looked to the side as he heard footsteps coming toward him. He took his hand away from the gravestone and watched the woman come closer. She didn't look dangerous to him, but he knew better than that. You could never be sure about someone's true nature just by the first glance. He and his mother had learned that the hard way. He let out a slight smile as she approached him, his gazed locked on something distant, slightly past the gravestone and towards the ground.

He looked up at her as she spoke. "She was murdered actually. Long story." He said abruptly as he glanced back down at his mother's stone. "She was my mother." He let out another sigh. Pulling himself together, he muttered one last inaudible thing and then rose to his feet to face the woman. "I take it you were here to visit someone as well?...I mean unless you like strolling in cemeteries at night just for fun." He slightly furrowed his brow at her, hoping that wasn't the case. Her answer would help him determine if she was a threat or not. It was a good hint at least, since supernatural creatures were known to lurk around these kind of sites from time to time.[/color]



Complete!?Yes
Tagged!? Anya
Music of the moment!?
"Apathy" - Red Jumpsuit Aparatus
Notes!? none
Credits Template made by SCOTTIE
of this very site. OMG. =O

[ANYA FEIST]

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Anya looked the young man over. She could see the sad expression on his face. She also knew the distinct look of suspicion in his eyes. The woman supposed he had every right not to trust her. He didn't know her, she didn't know him. Hell, he could be some kind of criminal or psycho killer preying on people in grave yards...or worse an angel. The thought was fleeting. Anya knew people, or she at least thought she had a good handle on reading people. His grief was too real. "I'm sorry." She genuinely felt bad for the loss of his mother. It seemed evident that he cared for the woman that lay deep within the cold ground. The nephilim couldn't help but feel envious.

He wanted to know her reason for being in the cemetery at night. It was a valid question. The nephilim nodded, "My foster mom. She was killed too, but that was a long time ago." She smiled sadly. Betsy was a horrible woman, but still even after all these years, Anya felt the remorse. She had killed her 'mother'. It had been an accident, but that didn't change anything. It could even be called self-defense. She laughed softly, "Sure hanging out with the dead does wonders for my social life". She paused. "it was just time for my bi-yearly visit with Betsy."

It seemed the young man hadn't heard her speaking to the cold marble slab. That was a good thing indeed. How did you try to explain to someone that you aren't an abomination? That you are just different and they didn't want to kill or fear you? She took in a breath and held it for a moment, feeling the chill of the wind.