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After her run in with Christian, and Sari went her own way, some how the purple haired girl found herself in a small town named Tridell located in Utah. It was very much a back country town. No more then a few hundred people, and everyone was related to everyone in one way or another. On the top of one of the hills that had an almost perfect view of the entire area the town was in, was the small graveyard of the place. There were a few new graves since she had been here last. That was a few years ago.
Sari was wearing jeans, sturdy shoes, a simple purple t-shirt with the design of wet painted wings on the front. A jean jacket was over that. Her hair was down, like it normally was, and her hands shoved into her front pockets. Brown eyes were staring at a tombstone with the name of Jessica Stanley. It was odd how she had inherited her mothers name. She had never asked if her adoptive parent's had named her, or if that was the name she came with. She wasn't sure if she had ever wanted to know.
"Hey mom...I hope you aren't disappointed in the way I've chosen to live my life," Sari said to the air. This was a bit awkward for her. It always was. She never met her mom. Never knew stories. Hell the first and only other time she came here all she did was stare at the headstone. Why she was even here she didn't know...well not completely. She was at the point though where she wanted answers. Something...anything to learn who she was.
In order to do that she had to start here. Start where it all ended with her mother. The nearest hospital was about thirty minutes away. She'd get there eventually, but right now she was just...drawn here. So here she would remain standing until she felt motivated to move.
Group: Demons
Posts: 58
Member No.: 258
Joined: 28-April 12
If they say life's a dream call this insomnia
Cause this ain't Wonderland
it damn sure ain't Narnia
And once you cross the line
you can't change your mind
Yeah I'm a monster
but I'm not Frankenstein .
Meg was wandering through Utah for no real reason other than she wanted to. As many victims as there were in big cities there seemed to be a gentle creepiness to the country as well. Besides when you were far out in the backwoods there often weren’t very many people who could hear screams of a victim or two. That was one of the pesky things about cities… everyone poked in your business. She was smoking one of her menthol cigarettes as she walked along the sidewalk.
Of course there were cons to small towns too. People noticed when mass amounts of other people went missing, thus meaning not as much fun. What good was there being no one around to get into your business if you couldn’t actually go about your business. Meg sighed, hands in her pockets as she stepped into a graveyard. It didn’t seem to be consecrated ground which was good for her. Holy ground and demons did not tend to mix very well and Meg was curious about the place. She walked in between the gravestones she tried to remember the last time she’d actually been in a graveyard. Centuries probably if she was honest to herself. Meg was around six hundred years old give or take and most of that had been spent in the pit.
Mass graves had taken over the last ten years of her life due to the plague and thanks to her deal her family had been spared that fate. She had never really wanted to go back to Italy when she got topside. It wasn’t going to be the same place as her youth so what was the point. Nostalgia was lost on most demons and Meg was one of them. No use thinking about the past when for all intents in purposes you weren’t the same person anymore. It didn’t take Meg long to come across the other person in the graveyard. Well, this could be fun, Meg thought as she approached the other woman, ’You know she probably can’t hear you?’
Meg wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do with the little treat she’s found in the graveyard. There was always so much fun to be had when there was no one around and the purple haired woman looked as if she might be easy to make scream and if not easy to make scream… well at least the sound would be worth whatever work Meg would have to put into it.
Sari had seen the other woman enter the graveyard, but hadn't paid any attention while she had spoken with her mom. It wasn't until she turned to leave to try and find some answers that the woman spoke. Sari stopped, and blinked. Then she looked back to the woman with a serious look on her face. "Perhaps...after my last few years it's possible..." she answered cautiously, "It's more a comfort thing I think for the living at times." Sari was tempted to test the woman to see if she was possessed but Sari didn't know anyone here. She could just be a local going for a walk or something. She'd wait a bit.
To Meg she would actually see the inner glow that she held as a dormant Nephilium. Something that Sari herself didn't know she was. Then again Meg may not know either. She would just see a white glow to make her look shiny like so many other demons had described Sari in the past. "You a local?" Sari asked figuring that if the woman was she might be able to guide her the way she needed to go. She wasn't sure where she would need to go to find out if she had to go to the hospital or county records for a cause of death. Her adopted parents had told her, and this was the only grave in the area that matched her mothers name. Didn't mean that she should double check her facts before trying to find the doctor that took care of her birth.
Sari also started to automatically run through the few weapons she kept on herself just in case she had to defend herself. After all some monsters one faced weren't demons, or skinwalkers, or anything preternatural. There were just plain out messed up humans. This could also be a ghost that was roaming the grounds for all she knew. She had one gun. some salt in an inner pocket, and a simple knife in a sheath on her ankle with some matches in another pocket. Not a lot to work with...but it would do. That odd natural fighting instinct was better than it had been about four month's ago. She felt she could hold her own if it came to it.
Group: Demons
Posts: 58
Member No.: 258
Joined: 28-April 12
If they say life's a dream call this insomnia
Cause this ain't Wonderland
it damn sure ain't Narnia
And once you cross the line
you can't change your mind
Yeah I'm a monster
but I'm not Frankenstein .
Meg smirked taking a step towards the young woman, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder as she did. ’It’s my experience that the dead are too far away to be able to hear you.’ Meg looked at the girl curiously. There was something off about her… a faint glowing that signified that she wasn’t quite human. Meg couldn’t place it exactly but she was going to be cautious with the woman currently. She didn’t want to poke at the young woman until she was sure she was kosher. She started walking towards the woman, peeking at the name on the gravestone to see if it registered in her head. It didn’t.
Meg shook her head when the purple haired woman asked her if she was a local. She wasn’t and she didn’t feel the need to lie. They were alone and she didn’t know if the girl was a local and would be able to tell if she were lying. So it seemed in her best interests to answer that particular question truthfully. Though she was pretty sure that would be the only question she would answer that way. The demon made a quick inventory of the things she had with her. A bit of rope she was using as a belt and her knife. She would be able to tie the young woman to a tree or her own mother’s gravestone and elicit the screams that made Meg shudder in pleasure then leave the young woman there, dead, possibly starting a nice urban legend.
Meg rocked back on her heels and smiled at the young woman, first things first, draw her in, ‘I’m here visiting my grandmother. She’s lived in this town for ages and she asked me to come put flowers on my granddad’s grave. I’m Meg by the way.’ she lied convincingly, a small smile on her face, ‘Sorry for being rude and interrupting. My mom always wonders what she did that made me hate manners so much. I just don’t have a filter between my brain and my mouth…’ She was spinning her web of falsehoods tight, waiting until the right time to pounce and have her fun.
When the woman said she wasn't local, and that she just randomly showed up at a graveyard...that did not sit well on her. That gut feeling was telling her to either keep a firm stand or run. Not to mention the way she worded her response about talking to the dead made more bells go off. Her gun was an easy reach at the small of her back if she needed it. Probably be the first weapon she'd go for if she needed anything else other than her own hands. "Shame was hoping for some assistance from a local. Thanks though," Sari said in slight explanation.
When the woman introduced herself as Meg, the name seemed familiar. Like it should matter for the odd circumstances. As the lies kept coming from the woman, though Sari did not know they were lies, Sari ignored the little warning in her head. A thing she would later learn to always trust as a hunter, even if what she did was mostly sell goods to them. "That's nice of you to do Meg. I'm Sari. Visiting my mother's grave for the first time," Sari said and had to restrain herself from saying more. She was just too use to sharing everything. The last four month's had taught her to keep a better check of her tongue.
Another thing that Sari didn't know, that Meg would find puzzling was how despite seeing the girl right in front of her, Meg wouldn't be able to sense her at all. Like she was cloaked from being found or sensed by anything. If Sari knew this, she would think it would explain a lot of why the things that go bump in the night had been surprised upon running into her. For now she was blissfully naive to the protection that her Angelic parent had branded upon her rib bones.
"Though...if your grandma lives here...do you...happen to know where one could look up records for deaths? I seem to have a harder time finding the places in these smaller towns," Sari said giving a slightly sheepish smile. It was true in ways. Bigger places always made it easier to know where one could go to look up records like that. Until Meg gave her a reason to not trust her, it couldn't hurt to see if she happened to know. Any hint was better than no hint at all.
Group: Demons
Posts: 58
Member No.: 258
Joined: 28-April 12
If they say life's a dream call this insomnia
Cause this ain't Wonderland
it damn sure ain't Narnia
And once you cross the line
you can't change your mind
Yeah I'm a monster
but I'm not Frankenstein .
Meg wondered if all humans were bad at realizing when there was danger around or if it there were the rare few out there who had a sense of self preservation. Not that that would help the young woman in front of her. The demon rocked back on her heels as she watched the young woman. There was something about the woman that was off. She wasn’t putting off energy like a normal human would and Meg wondered if she had been wrong about this particular graveyard being unconsecrated. It made her curious about the young woman. She wondered if there wasn’t more to her than she let on.
‘Oh? Well my grandmother has lived here for decades. She might be able to help…’ Meg said. It was never hard for her to keep up an act. She liked to think she was good enough that if she wasn’t a demon she would be an actress. Meg was still wary about the oddities of this girl but she wasn’t going to let a couple of unexplainable things ruin her fun. Not when she hadn’t had any fun at all in a while. And by in a while she meant a few days. It was a long time as far as she was concerned. She was so used to torturing on a near daily basis and she intended on torturing this purple haired girl for a long time especially since she was so alone out in this graveyard.
‘My grandmother might be able to tell you about that yeah sure…’ she said walking closer to the young woman. She looked at the stones, reading the names and deciding exactly how she was going to play this out. Meg wanted to make it something dramatic. Maybe even leave her for the locals to find a gawk over. It would be quite poetic to leave her dead and strewn over her mother’s headstone for someone to find, ‘Well I’m lying…’ she said as she got close to her, ’actually I’ve been lying this whole time. I’m not a relative of a local and the only way I can help you find the records of the dead is by putting you on it,’ Meg said, flicking her eyes to the menacing black as she gripped Sari’s arm tightly.
Sari watched the woman as she drew closer to her. She once more reassured her grandmother could help her out, but it seemed odd that this girl seemed to want to reassure her yet again. Now the warnings and whistles were going off so loudly that there was no way she could ignore them. She had to think quickly on her feet. "Well it's last minute. Perhaps you could arrange a meeting tomorrow? I'm not in any rush at the moment," Sari said casually. Hoping to buy herself some time to get to her car at least where more weapons were stored at. Sari was just itching to have more then what she had on her.
Sari's eyes watched as Meg came closer. Her body starting to tense in that way she knew meant she was going to get ready for a fight. Like her gut instincts knew something she didn't. That was something she had never been able to really explain. As the girl got close enough to just whisper, the grave stone behind her, and Sari was now really tense. Hearing that the girl was lying this whole time, Sari moved to hit the girl to get a chance to run, but she didn't have time. Just as her eyes turned solid black to reveal she was a demon, was the same time that she felt a very tight and strong grip on her arm.
"Well...if we're confessing things...I have a confession myself," Sari admitted as she steeled herself for what ever was to come, "I didn't come here to just talk. I came to find answers about what the hell I am." Sari said to show that she wasn't completely human, but that even she herself didn't know what she was. Then Sari did what she normally did in these situations. She did her best to completely submit to that instinct with in her. Sari wasn't comfortable about it, but she was going to try and survive this.
As a result Sari's head leaned back a bit, as she was already trying to lean away from Meg, and then it started to come speeding forward. She was aiming to do a solid head butt to try and break free of the hold that the demon had on her. The name still hadn't registered with her, but at this point her only thought was survival. She would try the head butt first. If that didn't work...well...Sari would see what instinct her body would do next.
Doing some digging, (Open)
