Running into magic (Blake)

[Deleted]

"Can we please get off these grounds? Please, please? This place is so awful!" the dark voice begged as Roger walked, a tight grip bellow the shoulder.

"You think this is painless for me?" Roger asked out loud due to being alone in teh graveyard. "This arm feels like it's on fire and having you in my head isn't helping me."

"Then let's go!! Why are we here?!"

"I have a right to visit my family's grave! Just because I'm stuck with you, doesn't mean I can't have that right."

A sigh from the demon could be heard to Roger and honestly, the man was ready to sigh as well. Where was the grave of his wife and son? They would've been buried here, he knew that for a fact. There was no other place ot bury them even though Axium was partially responsible for their deaths. Ever since he got free so long ago, he had never once come here. Trying to adjust to the world due to this arm, it was so hard. Still wrapped in white bandages all the way, he made a fist as the pain grew. The arm was still that of a demon and it demons didn't do well on holy ground, church and graveyard. But for the most part, Roger was still human.

"Where are they?" Roger muttered to himself as he picked up the pace, his grip increasing on his arm. "Where?"

Coming to a halt, Roger stood there. He had no idea where they would've been buried in this massive graveyard. A sigh left him he found himself falling to the ground and just sitting there. He had no clue....no idea on where they were. He couldn't even visit the grave of his family to apologize!!

[Blake O'Sullivan]

Blake had been there for a while. She had buried her child after she lost the baby. She stared down at the tombstone and closed her eyes softly. The tombstone had her child's name on it. The name read Emilia. Emilia O'Sullivan. And she was gone. Blake sometimes felt her moving in her belly. That the baby was still there and almost ready to be with her mother. But Blake knew better. She knew it was just a memory and hope. Her tummy was empty and her baby couldn't handle the holy magic that made her normal again.

A stray tear fell from her green eyes as a breeze picked up her blonde hair. Forcing to dance just a bit as she set down two flowers on the grave. Blake stood back up and swallowed, "I am so, so sorry, Em..." Of all the things in this world, Emilia was one thing she really wanted, despite who the father was. She blamed herself. Had she waited to get her soul back after the baby was born, then maybe she would be here. But no, Blake felt she was selfish.. She made herself the victim. She could have waited, but that never crossed her mind.

A sound tore her from her thoughts as she looked about for the source of the voice. A man, seemed to be talking to himself and frantically looking around. Blake began to quietly back away to make it so, if he was a potential threat, she would leave unseen and unhurt. She licked her lips and began to turn before she slipped in the grass, having lost her footing. Her heart racing now and sending her into a panic as she tried to get herself up.

[Deleted]

Roger would've just stayed put though he soon heard a sound and it caused him to look over. Apparently he wasn't alone like he thought. Seeing the woman going to leave, he knew that she must've heard him muttering to himself and that scared her. Couldn't blame her. Though she soon lost her footing on the grass. Rising to his feet, he headed over to her. Releasing his tight grip he had on his arm.

"Here let me help you." Roger said as he held out his normal hand to her. "Are you alright, Miss?"

"Are you seriously gonna waste time on this?! CAN WE GO?!" the dark voice hissed in his head.

Just shut up for at least one day. Roger thought back as he stood there holding his hand out to Blake.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

The male had seen her and eventually made his way to her. She blinked a bit, a bit apprehensive to accept the conflicting male's hand. Her eyes scanned his face, searching for the answers she wished to seek from him. Was he a danger to her? Was he truly a tyrant, hidden under that timid, polite exterior? But for now... Maybe she would accept his help. If he wanted to hurt her already, she would have. With a small nod, she gently accepted his hand.

"Th-thank you... I'm sorry... I wasn't eves dropping... I was.... Visiting my daughter... And you startled me..."

As she stood, she dusted herself off. Sighing a bit as she felt something. When she touched his hand. She felt that there was something... Off about him. Maybe she would keep an eye on him. Hopefully he wasn't bad. She couldn't handle more evil in her life than there already was in the tired girl. She lost sleep over this evil and it made her terrified of the world around her. Goodness. Just one moment of rest is all she wanted.

[Deleted]

The hand he had used to help Blake up was his real hand, the other hand though that was bandaged, was the demon's hand plus arm. He didn't use the bandage one due to fearing that he'd use too much strength and it would hurt her. So the feeling that Blake got when she touched his human hand was hard to be certain. Though he had been holding onto the demon arm at the spot it was attached to his shoulder.

"You're welcome, it's alright." Roger said. "Sorry about that, I...I've been trying to find a few graves to visit as well. My apologizes for disturbing your visit."

Her daughter? How old was the daughter when Blake lost her? He would ask but he knew it was best not to. These things were delicate and he knew that. The pain though in his arm grew and it caused him to wince, even grabbing hold of the spot he was putting so much pressure on earlier. Holy ground didn't really work with a demon arm even though it was attached to a human. Roger didn't think he, himself was evil but he knew there was hardly anything he could do to convince others of it when they saw the arm.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

She looked at him and smiled, but a soft smile. He didn't disturb her visit. If anything, she was a little more happy to know she was not alone - but even more thrilled to learn that this gentleman was nice as it seemed. She brushed her bangs from her face and found herself holding up her hand dismissively.

"Don't worry about it. I felt like it was you who is owed the apology."

Her green eyes looked at Roger with a soft smile. He seemed so curious and yet any bad vibe she had was so minuscule that it could easily be brushed away. He had said he was looking for people who had left this Earth and were buried here. She looked about curiously and swallowed some, "I can help... If you don't mind I need to know their names.." She had trailed off after that and managed to begin her search, but hesitated to look too long. She didn't know the names of the people of whom he sought after.

[Deleted]

Roger was a bit confused as to why Blake felt like she owed him the apology. It was strange but oh well. He wasn't going to bring it up. The pain in his arm wasn't going away and he didn't doubt it would go away until he left. However he couldn't leave yet, not yet. He needed to see Victoria and his son's graves, to apologize. He ruined their lives....he brought the hammer down that took them away. Why was he allowed to survive? Perhaps a punishment in more ways than one?

"I...I don't want to take you away from your daughter." Roger started.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

He seemed so timid. Her head tipped to the side as she softly reached a hand out... Little did she realize that it was mildly glowing. She gently touched his cheek and closed her eyes. Wishing to calm him, even for a few minutes. Once her eyes reopened, she looked up at him and smiled, now retracting her hand, "Sorry... You seemed like you needed it...

[/color]" she swallowed softly and realized she had just outted herself.

Blake slowly backed away and gasped as she turned, "I'm sorry!" she called back and began to trot off. Feeling stupid for having revealed herself to a complete stranger. This was wreckless of her. Probably the most wreckless she had been in a while.[/size][/blockquote]

[Deleted]

Roger really wasn't timid. He was just in pain and nervous. It wasn't easy being here with a demon's arm attached with a demon in your head. Seeing her reach out with her had, a confused expression came to Roger's face as he tightened his grip on the area bellow his shoulder. Wait...was...was her hand glowing?! When her hand touched his cheek, he had no idea on what to do let aloen what to think. There was a feeling coming from her hand....somewhat soothing but....it wasn't really helping. In truth the reason it wasn't doing anything was due to him not needing to be calmed at the moment. What he needed was for the pain in his arm to go away.

Needed it? Roger thought.

"She's a witch!!!" The demon yelled in Roger's head, causing the man to close his eyes for a moment and shake his head slightly.

Couldn't say that in a lower voice?

"No."

Opening his eyes, he watched her take a step back and tehns he started off. Now what did he do?! True she clearlyw asn't human but...but was he? Not exactly anymore considering his condition. Without even thinking about, he reached forward with his bandaged hand to gently grab hold of her shoulder to stop her. If he succeded in getting his hand there, she would feel the weight of it and she could most likely tell that the bandaged hand was bigger than his normal hand which he used to help her up. Whether or not she could tell anything else about the hand from just a touch was a unknown factor probably.

Wrong hand Roger!!! Roger hissed at himself as he quickly released Blake and went to stand in front of her.

"Wait, just....just please wait." Roger started. "It's alright, I won't tell anyone. I know there's things in this world that were rendered to myth, the supernatural. But I know the supernatural is real."

"Well she's most likely gonna question my arm now." the demon sighed.