Dark Alleyways

[witch]

~* Dark Alleyways *~

Cara Blaze Andovea

Cara Blaze Andovea though hold her husbands hand was a little nervous at being on the bad side of town, she had heard rumors that it was not the place to be and unlike the old mansion there were not many places to hide. Even with her tall, strong, half demon husband Cara couldn't help her feeling of uneasiness.

"Okay, so I know I asked you to show me more of your life before you meet me but I'm sorry this place just makes me feel like someone is watching me."

Little did she know.

Earlier that night she had asked Mark to show her more of his life as a way to get both their minds off the unknown maybe baby that was growing inside her, it had been just yesterday that she had been ordered into the hospital by her husband and gotten blood taken to be tested of much to her dislike and the doctors fear. For the morning she and her husband had seemed to of had an easy time busy working but as soon as they where done for the day... well let's just say the walk was not just to take their minds off things.

"So did you used to stay around here or hide here?" Cara asked as they walked hoping that talking would get her to stop thinking about the shadows and what may or may not be lurking in them "I can't imagine anyone staying here for long."

At the sound of something behind her Cara dropped Mark's hand and spun around her eyes scanning what little places she could see in the darkened Alleyway before turning back to face her husband who looked down at her with concern telling her with only his eyes that she had nothing to fear.

"Yet again," she said while looking up at the towering man "you may of felt right at home"

The very thought saddened her and though she had once lived on the so called "bad side of town" she had never taken the alleyways.

"I would have been looking over my shoulder every secound."

Even now as she walked she felt goosebumps rise on her arms, the hairs of the back of her neck stand on end, she just couldn't shack the feeling that someone was watching them.

[witch]

Mark Blaze

The couple walked silently hand-in-hand throughout the streets of the bad side of town, the only sources of light were the very few lamps and the moon above them in the starless sky. Mark was rather puzzled when Cara asked him to talk more about himself before she came into his life, but when she had told him it was to get their minds off the unknown, it was then that he understood why she asked. His footsteps made not a single sound on the pavement beneath his feet while his young wife’s made soft taps with every step. The larger man could tell she was antsy, but he didn’t know. He knew that a person had to be alert when they were in this part of town, but she didn’t have to be this nervous with him around. If there was any trouble, he would surely sense it and take action before you could even blink. He had always lived like this, to be a predator or become prey. He always had to be on the look out for any sort of threat in order to survive. The dark haired man was snapped from his thoughts when he heard the young female’s soft voice.

"Okay, so I know I asked you to show me more of your life before you meet me but I'm sorry this place just makes me feel like someone is watching me." she said, her shifting from place to place as though trying to see if there was anyone one watching them. As they continued to walk, Mark moved his grey green gaze calmly around them. Even with his impressive night vision, the larger man didn’t see no one nor did he sense anyone around or near them. Why didn’t she believe that she was safe with him even though they were in a dangerous part of town? Surely she knew that he had lived in places like this for a majority of his life and knew what to do in certain situations, including in a fight. As they continued to walk through the dark streets, Cara continued to speak, her voice still soft.

"So did you used to stay around here or hide here? I can't imagine anyone staying here for long." he was about to answer her question about him staying here when suddenly she quickly dropped his large leather clad hand and turned on her heel, hearing something from one of the many alleyways. He also looked toward the alley that she was looking at and even though she did not see it, he saw that it was merely a stray cat trying to find food in the garbage. As she turned back toward him, the larger man looked down at her with a slightly concerned look in his eyes, sending her a silent message telling her she had nothing fear while he was with her. She looked up at him with a soft gaze, but he could see the nervousness hidden in them.

"Yet again, you may of felt right at home." the larger man could sense something saddened her, but be didn’t not voice his concerns because he knew she was going to say something else, "I would have been looking over my shoulder every second." she said as they continued to walk to a unknown destination for them both. The young woman was nervous and with good reason, this part of town was very dangerous, but with him around, no one, unless they had a death wish, would dare mess with them. Also it was understandable, she lived what he would call a ‘soft life’, at least from a fighting for survival viewpoint. Unlike her, Mark was completely calm yet he was still aware of his surroundings. He had to teach himself this, to be calm even though danger surrounded him, and he once he did learn it, he had always been like it. Looking down at his smaller wife, he began to speak.

“Yes, I did come here to get away from everyone because I knew not many people come here. I still come here every now and again, but I go to the graveyard more than here. Believe it or not, there’s something very soothing about a cemetery that I can’t quite place my finger on.” he shrugged his broad shoulders, “Also, there’s nothing to be nervous about, darling. I’ll protect you with my life if anyone dares mess with you.” he said quietly.

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Cara Blaze Andovea

Though his hand was in hers and she knew he'd never let anyone harm her Cara couldn't help but feel on edge as if she was back in Mark's hometown where she was forever fearing that someone had found out she was now a Blaze and come after her to get to Mark.

She could tell that her husband knew she was uneasy her body shivering just a little before she spoke trying to put not only some noise in the silence but also voice why she was scared.

If you had asked, she would of said it was just a feeling, one she couldn't shake more and more she felt like she was being watched, feeling the eyes burning into the back of her head knowing that as soon as they where done with her they'd be after Mark and unlike him she would not survive.

Even at her smaller height she could tell her husband was on the look out to both relaxing her and making her fear grow wishing that they could speed up a little or at lest get into some light. As they walked she found herself talking again, talking taking her mind of the unknown asking her husband if the alleyways of Paris had once been his hide away or his home the very thought making her sad before voicing the thought that he, a man so much born of darkness would fit right in.

“Yes, I did come here to get away from everyone because I knew not many people come here. I still come here every now and again, but I go to the graveyard more than here. Believe it or not, there’s something very soothing about a cemetery that I can’t quite place my finger on.”

Even at the word graveyard Cara's mind flashed to Russia a place she still needed to go as she took her husbands hand again she nodded not saying anything half seeing his point a view. There was something soothing about a graveyard, so quite, so still at yet... her mind flashed back to when she had almost died in a graveyard... there was something just as unnerving.

“Also, there’s nothing to be nervous about, darling. I’ll protect you with my life if anyone dares mess with you.”

"I know you would" Cara answered as soon as the words feel from her husbands lips "I just hope you'll never have to, that one day I'll be able to protect you"

She lend her head on his arm then a shiver still going up her spin still so sure she was being watched but pushing it aside.

"Maybe, maybe one day I should learn to fight, just in case your not around, I'm pretty sure the tricks I used against Dementis and even you wouldn't work under in a normal fight."

A hand went to her belly then and unable to hold back the question any longer she asked.

"If we find out I am with child what are you hoping for, a boy or a girl?"

[witch]

Mark Blaze

Walking through one of the many dimly lit streets of the dark side of town, Mark could easily sense that his young wife was on edge. Perhaps she sensed that there was something or someone hidden in the shadows following them even though he saw no one. Whatever the reason was, he wanted to make her feel safe in his presence so he also kept a watch out for anything out of the ordinary. The only sounds that were heard were the soft footsteps of the smaller female and the quiet night breeze that blew around them, making everything more creepier for Cara. Mark was used to this kind of silence, having lived with it all his life, so it did not affect the dark haired man one bit. Breaking the silence between them, the young woman told him that even though she had asked for him to tell about himself before her, this part of town made her nervous. As his moved his gaze over the shadowy parts of the street and alleyways, he wondered why exactly it seemed she did not fully trust him to protect her. Was it because of Dementis? He surely hoped that not be the case. Cara continued in her usual soft voice, asking if he had stayed here or if he had just hid away here and told him that she couldn’t imagine someone staying here for long. The larger man was about to answer her question when she heard a noise come from a nearby alleyway and immediately dropped his hand to see what it was. He also looked that way to see that it had been a cat merely searching for food. Turning back to him, she met his slightly concern gaze and told him that he must have felt at home here, which was true, and that she would be looking over her shoulder every second. In a calm quiet voice, he answered her question, telling that he came here to get away from everyone else and that he still came here sometime, but he preferred to graveyard than here. She merely gave a understanding nod as she listened to Mark tell her that she didn’t have to be nervous because he was there to protect her with his life. After he had spoken his words, she immediately answered.

"I know you would. I just hope you'll never have to, that one day I'll be able to protect you." even as they walked she laid her head against his muscular arm, him feeling her shiver slightly, "Maybe, maybe one day I should learn to fight, just in case your not around, I'm pretty sure the tricks I used against Dementis and even you wouldn't work under in a normal fight." he watched silently as a slender hand went down to her stomach, "If we find out I am with child what are you hoping for, a boy or a girl?" she questioned, looking up at him. Mark looked away with a contemplating gaze, thinking about her question. It was something he had never thought before, thinking he would never have of his own in his life. Though it might have seemed simple to any other person, it was like a complex riddle to the dark haired man. He didn’t have any experience with children so he didn’t how a boy or a girl would act. A few moments later, he knew what his answer was and looked back toward his young wife.

“To tell you the truth, it wouldn’t really matter to me because I would love the child just the same.” he paused for a moment, seeing that she was still nervous, “Perhaps we should go somewhere else if you’re so uncomfortable around here. If you do, I know a shortcut through the alleyways that can get us away from here faster.” he said quietly.

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Cara Blaze Andovea

The cool night air, the very dim lights... all they needed now was a thunder storm and it would be the perfect setting for a horror movie. It always seemed to be in silent and dark places or an alley way that something bad always seemed to happen and here they where combining the two.

Within the darkness she heard noises more then her gentle footstep's, a heavy foot steep, a running foot steep one that made her more and more on edge even with a mountain of a husband beside her knowing he'd protect her from anything seeing the look of disappointment when she seemed not to believe he would something that she tried to clear up start away before trying to change the topic once again.

A hand going to her belly she voiced the question that was forth most on her mind did Mark want a boy or a girl?

“To tell you the truth, it wouldn’t really matter to me because I would love the child just the same.” He answered a few moments later.

Some help you are Cara teased inwardly where outwardly she would of rolled her eyes if she wasn't so tense.

Looking down at her Mark looked as though he could still see how nerves she was.

“Perhaps we should go somewhere else if you’re so uncomfortable around here. If you do, I know a shortcut through the alleyways that can get us away from here faster.”

And now I feel like such a wimp. A sigh passed her lips.

"I'm sorry Mark, it's just... I just can't shake this feeling that I'm having and I know this place, the darkness is your friend but... I think we should take the shortcut, maybe... maybe we could come back here in the morning when there's more light, besides we should be hearing from the hospital soon it might be a good idea if we where sitting down when we get the news."

[witch]

Mark Blaze

As the couple continued to walk, Mark felt the young female lay her head on his arm, feeling some comfort in the action even though he felt her shiver slightly. He silently listened to her as she told him that maybe she should learn how to fight in order to protect him or herself if she had to. If you were to ask the larger man if he needed to be protected, he would have told that he didn’t. He had to always fend for himself, never had anyone to depend on, so he was used to protecting himself with no one’s help. Letting a hand fall to her stomach, Cara questioned him if he would rather have a boy or a girl as a child. He looked away from his wife, thinking about the question she had just asked him. For what was a simple question for most people was a complex riddle for him. After contemplating hard about the question, the dark haired man looked back towards his wife and told her that it didn’t really matter to him because he would love the child just the same. The dark haired man she was thinking of something, but didn’t exactly know what she was thinking. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was good or bad, but hoped it was the first of the two choices. Even though she was with him, knowing she was safe, he could still see that she was on edge, which slightly disappointed him because she did not seem to truly trust him to protect her. With the young female’s happiness in mind, the dark haired man suggested that they should leave and that he knew a shortcut through the alleyways to get them away from here sooner. With a low sigh, Cara began to speak.

"I'm sorry Mark, it's just... I just can't shake this feeling that I'm having and I know this place, the darkness is your friend but... I think we should take the shortcut, maybe... maybe we could come back here in the morning when there's more light, besides we should be hearing from the hospital soon it might be a good idea if we where sitting down when we get the news." she said quietly looking up toward him. With a simple nod, he began to lead her through a nearby alley that he had been through many times before. Knowing this part of town by heart, the larger man knew that they only had to make a few turns and they would be near the Opera House and a place where she would feel comfortable at. Walking down the alleyway, Mark was about to tell his smaller wife that there was nothing to apologize for and that they could come here tomorrow morning when he suddenly felt something vibrate in one of his trench coat pockets. Stopping, he reached into his pocket with a leather clad hand and retrieved a slick black cell phone. When he had first bought it, he wondering why he had got it and who exactly would call him, but now since he was with Cara, he called he got. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was the doctor who had done the tests on his wife and opened it and answered with a simple ‘hello’. It was silent for a few minutes, only the slight murmur coming from the larger agreeing with the doctor. A small smile appeared on the dark haired man’s face when the doctor told him that she was with child. He was actually going to be a father. He felt so proud of himself and his fears seemingly disappeared. Suddenly, Mark went as tense as a bow string and his smile dropped after hearing how long Cara had been exactly pregnant. If he calculated correctly, she had gotten pregnant when she was over seas. With a low growl, he roughly placed the cell phone back in its place before the doctor was even done talking to him and curled his hands into large threatening fists. He could feel his rage start to quickly grow within him and his blood begin to boil in anger. Without warning, he quickly turned toward her, his narrowed into a venomous glare and his features full of rage. If he remembered correctly, she had never seen him this angry, not even with Calvin.

“How could you?!” he roared out in pure rage, “How could you go behind my back and cheat on me?! Wasn’t I a good husband? Didn’t I put your wants in front of everything else? Didn’t I not leave you like so many other men have done before? I thought you were going to be different, someone who would truly love me and never leave me, but apparently I was wrong! You’re just like Katie and everyone else! I LOVED YOU CARA YET YOU STILL RIPPED MY HEART OUT!” he quickly grabbed a nearby empty trash can and threw it at her, nearly missing her head by mere inches, and let out a feral growl, “I’ll kill you for this!” he bellowed out demonically before he started to make his way toward her, fully intending to do what he said.

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Cara Blaze Andovea

Cara couldn't help but see and feel the dicappoment between them she hated herself for feeling so scared hating it even more that she hurt Mark after saying maybe she should learn to fight. Yes she trusted Mark more then anyone else in her life but did he not understand how helpless she sometimes felt... how helpless others made her out to be?

It was because of that fear that Mark asked her if she wanted to leave to cut through the alleyways and get out sooner, now she really felt like a fool a sigh passing her lips but she couldn't help the feeling of wanting to run overtake her making her say that she wanted to take the shortcut though she did suggest coming back in the morning.

His only reply was a small nod of his head making her hung hers as she fell into steep beside him also making it known that they should be getting a call from the hospital any time now. As they walked she felt her heart growing heavy she didn't like making Make leave a place he loved hated showing him that it made her fearful just standing there, she also knew that he wouldn't hold it against her the look in his eyes telling her just that.

It was about half way down an alley way that Mark suddenly stopped and pulled out a cellphone from his jacket looking at the caller ID but not saying a thing to her. After a while she watched as a smile come to his face, why she wasn't sure but she couldn't help but smile along with him but when it fell her body went just as tense as his did.

He seemed so rough when he snapped the phone closed his eyes seeming to turn red alike she had ever seen them before let alone when he or even Dementis looked at her it made her heart race, her blood turning cold.

“How could you?!” His voice roared “How could you go behind my back and cheat on me?! Wasn’t I a good husband? Didn’t I put your wants in front of everything else? Didn’t I not leave you like so many other men have done before? I thought you were going to be different, someone who would truly love me and never leave me, but apparently I was wrong! You’re just like Katie and everyone else! I LOVED YOU CARA YET YOU STILL RIPPED MY HEART OUT!”

A look of shear confusion crossed over her face but she had no time to think about it for no sooner had he shouted the words had a near by trash can sailed past her missing her head by a mere inch.

“I’ll kill you for this!”

She watched as he steeped forever closer each steep making her take one back until she was up against a wall. It was only when her back hit the bricks that she swallowed her fear.

"Mark I don't understand, I'd never cheat on you, you know that, please tell me whats wrong?"

Tears ran down her face as it seemed her words come to a deaf ear he just seeming to steep closer and closer the rage seeming to blind. It was within a second that she knew she had to run or she would be killed.

[witch]

Mark Blaze

Seeing that she was uncomfortable and on edge, Mark suggested that they should take one of the shortcut through the alleyways he knew so they could get out of there soon. With a quiet sigh, the young female told him that she wished to leave and that they could come back here in the morning when there was more light. He could tell she hated doing this, hated to make him leave one of the few places he enjoyed to be, but he didn’t blame her. For someone who have lived a life filled with light most of the time, he would come to expect she didn’t the dark and morbid parts unlike him. With a understanding look in his eyes, the larger man gave a silent nod and started to lead through one of the nearby alleyways he knew, not seeing Cara hanging her head lowly. When they got halfway into the alleyway, the dark haired man felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket and stopped in his tracks. His smaller wife watched silently as he glanced at the caller ID and answered it with a simple ‘hello’. He silently listened to the doctor’s slightly shaking voice on the phone with a few murmurs of agreement, unknowingly turning away from Cara as he did. When the doctor told him that his wife was indeed pregnant, a small ghost of a smile appeared on his face, proud in the fact he was going to be a father. Though when the doctor told him how long she was pregnant for, his smile dropped and his body became tense. When he had calculated when she got pregnant, the dark haired man felt his rage sky rocket as he harshly closed the phone before the doctor was done and roughly placed it back in his pocket, clenching his hands into fists, his knuckles becoming bone white underneath the leather. Quickly turning on his heel, he questioned in a enraged voice how could she do a thing and asked her wasn’t he a good husband and didn’t he put all her wants in front of everything else, his features full of fury. The larger man continued to yell at her, telling her that he thought she was different, but he was wrong and that she was just like Katie and everyone else. He then told her that even though he loved her, she still ripped out his heart and before she could say anything, he threw a empty trash can at her head, but much to his disappointment he missed by a inch. With a other infuriated roar, Mark threatened to kill her for what she did before he started to make his way toward her, fully intending to do what he said. With every step forward he took, the young female took a step back. When she felt her back touch the cold brick wall, she began to speak in a fearful and confused voice.

"Mark I don't understand, I'd never cheat on you, you know that, please tell me what’s wrong?" she asked her furious husband. Through his blinding rage, Mark ignored the crystalline tears that flowed down her cheeks. The only coherent thought that ran through the larger man’s mind was to make Cara pay for what she had done to him. As he continued to step closer towards her, sneer appeared on his lips before he began to speak.

“Don’t play around with me, girl!” he snarled, venom dripping off his words, “The doctor told me how long you’ve been pregnant and at the time you got pregnant was when you were at my hometown. I wasn’t with you so it couldn’t be my child and thus you had to betray me!” getting closer to her, he slightly lifted his right fist, signaling that he was about to strike, “Now tell me, who is the father so I can kill him too.” he growled lowly. Before she even had time to answer, he let his fist fly, intent on delivering a killing blow.

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Cara Blaze Andovea

Where a kind and giving man once stood was now a fearful sight fire burning in his eyes chilling Cara to the core her heart beating wildly as breath seemed to catch in her lungs as he came forward making her walk back. Never, never had she seen so much rage in her husband, not when Dementis took over, not when he had mistaken her for the priest never.

Steep by steep he backed her into the wall she still not understanding what it was that had gotten him so upset, so angry at least not until he started yelling at her his words cutting into her heart and here she thought he knew her better than that.

I'd never cheat on you she had told him preying that through her tears he'd see the truth but he seemed so blinded his knuckles, she knew, where turning white under the leather that encased them.

As she stepped back she watched him throw a bin at her seeing the hate in his eyes that he had missed telling her more than words that he truly hated her.

With a bump she landed against a wall pinned between it and the bull about to strike a failed attempt of pleading falling from her lips.

“Don’t play around with me, girl!”

If he were a snake he'd be ready to strike killing her in one blow.

"The doctor told me how long you’ve been pregnant and at the time you got pregnant was when you were at my hometown. I wasn’t with you so it couldn’t be my child and thus you had to betray me!”

She could only shack her head as she watched his fist rise in the air the doctors must have it wrong; she knew they had to have it wrong.

“Now tell me, who is the father so I can kill him too.”

She was just about to answer him when she court his fist coming at her and ducked just in the nick of time hearing his fist smash into the wall with so much force she knew he would of killed her with the power behind it.

Rolling on the ground she then side steeped around him free from the wall and him.

"I never, ever cheated on you."

And then fearing for her life she ran away from her husband a man she promised never to leave fearing for her very life.

Her feet carried her through the alleys though she had no idea which way to go the place seeming like a maze and she a lost mouse within it. Deeper and deeper she seemed to go until true darkness over took her, all lights gone hardly able to see a hand in front of her face as her legs crumbled from under her tears flooding her view.

It seemed like a long time she sat there and cried her heart ripping into little pieces her life and marriage now seeming over if Mark had his way. Her hand hanging in her hands she sobbed not hearing the footsteps coming up behind her.

"Excuse me miss but are you alright?" A voice from above seemed to ask. "Here let me help you up."

Two hands suddenly seemed to be pulling her up before they slowly started to turn her.

"Hello Cara"

She knew that voice:

"Samson, w..What are you doing here?"

"Oh you know, I did a little more searching after you left I couldn't help but wonder why someone had come to my home town and after so many years asked about a monster that she just happened to of heard once lived there."

His hold on her suddenly become tighter as he leaned in almost as if to whisper into her ear:

"You see Cara I know who you are... tell Mark I said hello"

It was then an ear splitting scream filled the night a shocking pain plugging into Cara's back as she fell to the ground warm liquored running from her.

"Two Blazes one Knife."

[witch]

Calvin Booth

Calvin was extremely exhausted. He'd just gotten a done with a dinner meeting with Rebecca for the most recent case they were working on and he'd been trying desperately not to yawn through the whole thing. About halfway through the meeting Rebecca seemed to realize how exhausted he was and when she asked him about it he simply told her that he was just stressed and that he just needed to sleep.. which he wouldn't... he was catching what Parker had and he would go into these random coughing fits that he attricuted to the bug that he'd caught from his son. He'd been drinking tons of fluids and making sure that he continued to work out.. konwing that it woudl help keep up his immune system.. it seemed like late at night was when he felt the worst but at the moment he actually better then he had in the past couple of days. Though his whole body had ached when he woke up that morning he got up and ran six miles in thirty minutes... a new personal record... he lifted wieghts for thirty minutes then did push ups, sit ups, crunches... and ended with some relaxed stretches that his physical therapist had showed him helped loosen and relax the muscles at the same time.... it made him feel better... and the cold air from the cool Paris night seemed to be helping him now as well.

He decided to cut through the alleway to get to his car which was parked a couple blocks away because Rebecca had insisted they keep his nice silver mercedes as far away from the bad side of town as they could without making it extreme. He'd agreed... glad that he woudlnt' be putting one of his most prized posessions at risk. He was glad that he had his gun tonight.. though he couldn't remember if it was loaded or not... he seemed to be rather forgetful of late too and as he rounded the corner he leaned against the wall and massaged either side of his temples with his thumbs. He breahted slowly in and out. It was just the stress getting to him... what he really needed was a vacation but he couldn't do that.. he had to keep an eye on Parker.. who seemed to be feeling better after a week or so of not feeling well. Rebecca and Taressa had both suggested he go see a doctor but Calvin had assured him that he was fine.. besides he hated everything about doctors and hospitals.... he didn't need to go to one for a cold that woudl probably go away on its own. He pushed himself off the wall and started walking again.. allowing his thoughts once again to wander.

He thought about Rebecca then. The concern that seemed to come into her eyes whenever he would fall into one of his coughing fits. It was a dry cough.. evidence that there was no fluid in his lungs or chest which meant that it wasn't something that they coudl treat with antibiotis. Three times she had asked him if he was alright and after a drink of water and clearing his throat he woudl hoarsly assure that he was fine and that he intended on going home and getting some sleep tonight. At least he was if he could find his way back through the winding maze of allies behind Nothing Special. He and Rebecca had spent a couple hours at the rather rund own bar... eating dinner and questioing people about a missing person in an ongoing investigation who had worked at the bar at one time or another. Calvin knew that boht of them would have preferred more hands on work where they actually had to go dig up a murder weapon or something but lately crime had been slow and Calvin found himself that he was thankful for it.. it gave him time to recuperate and try to recuperate and get some strength back.. though he didn't tell Rebecca he didn't for see himself getting better unless he got some much needed rest.

At that moment Calvin was pulled from hsi thougths when he came aroudn the corner and saw a looming figure in the alleyway. He stopped walking and squinted in the darkness. Calvin wondered if he could take on the person should they attack him and feeling rather paranoid he took out his gun and slowly walked towards the large individual, doubting he woudl be getting any sleep tonight like he'd planned. "Turn around slowly wiht your hands up!" he ordered, not wanting to get to close in case the person pulled a knife. Calvin flicked the chamber of his gun open and saw that he had three shots.. he didn't need all of those.. he was certain he coudl hold his own with one but he was grateful for the extra though he docuted he woudl be able to use the other two if the first fialed. "Police..." he said firmly, realizing that indiviual wasn't making any move to turn towards him. "Turn around or I will shoot you..." he threatened, now worried that the individual.. he coudl now determiend to be a rather large man might be loading a gun of his own. Calvin reached out and grabbed the man's arm, spinning him around he was shocked to see whoe the man was standing inf ront of him... and that was when Calvin knew that something was very wrong.

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Mark Blaze

When the doctor on the other end of the line told him that he was going to be a father, Mark was proud, joyous even, at the simply fact that he was going to have a child. The larger man never thought he would be the father of a child in his life, or have a beautiful wife none the less, but it seemed that this was one of those rare times of happiness in his life, not that he was happy with Cara by his side. He was so happy and proud in the news, that a small ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. Only a few moments later, his world came crashing down, his smile disappearing with his happiness. The doctor had just told him how long she had been pregnant for and Mark had had calculated when she had became pregnant. His answer enraged him and he harshly closed the cell phone before the doctor was done and roughly put it back in its place. His blood beginning to boil, the dark haired man clenched his fists tightly until they became bone-white underneath the leather of his gloves. Quicker than a blink of a eye, he turned on the young female and yelled at her, asking her why she had cheated on him when he had been such a good husband. Before she could answer, he had already thrown a empty trash bin and was disappointed when it missed her head by a mere inch. As he started towards her, she stepped away, confusion written on her face as she asked what he was talking about. His words came out in a venomous snarl, telling not to play games with him and that the test results had showed that she had gotten pregnant while she was at his hometown. Tears flowing down her cheeks and him lifting his large fist, Mark questioned her who was the father so he could kill him along with her. He gave her little time to answer when suddenly, he threw his fist towards her, her barely dodging it while his fist slammed into the brick. In his blinding rage, he didn’t feel the pain nor the blood that started to flow from his knuckles under the leather as he turned towards her as she started to back away quickly.

"I never, ever cheated on you." she whispered before turning away and running for her life. With now grey eyes, with only pinpoints of green, Mark let out a inhuman roar of fury before picking up a other trash can and throwing it as hard as he could into the brick wall. With heavy rage-filled pants, the larger man just stood there, the only coherent thought was still to go after Cara and kill her. He was in such a rage that he didn’t hear the footsteps nor the all to familiar voice come from behind him. The dark haired man suddenly felt a hand on his arm and quickly turned on his heel to see none other than Calvin Booth. This just made his rage go even higher, not really noticing the shocked expression on the cop’s face through the rage induced haze. Harshly grabbing the wrist that he had used to touch him on the arm in a bone crushing grip, Mark easily threw officer Booth in the direction Cara had ran, letting out a low feral growl as he did.

“KEEP AWAY FROM ME!!!” Mark bellowed in pure fury before quickly turning on his heel and making his way down the opposite side of the alleyway that Calvin was on.

[witch]

Cara Blaze Andovea

"Two Blazes one Knife."

The words now rang in her ear, sticking fear start into her heart like her husbands raging cry had. Never in her life did she think she would end up like this tied, gaged a person whom she thought she could trust standing over her a double edged dagger/knife known as an athame used in spiritual ceremonies sticking out of her back.

Cara's breathing had already become weak, her face paler then the moon as she felt her life slipping away.

"You must pay for your sins Cara and Mark must pay to you are to be the message" Samson's voice came from above. "I can't quite figure out who's sins are worse his for being born a monster or yours for first marrying one and then giving yourself to it."

At those words Cara's eyes couldn't help but go wide, laughter falling from Samson's lips as he smiled.

"Yes I know that you're with child my father got a doctor friend to look you over when you passed out back home, neither one of us could believe it. We thought about killing you then but it was my father who realized you weren't just there for a story, you where there for the truth"

His hand went to her belly then making Cara try to pull away though she couldn't the ropes far to tight the blood loss already making her world cave in making her wish she was back facing Mark's wrath.

"I'm so sorry to kill a child of my own making... or so I' lead to understand fear can work so greatly into a plan. I even wrote you're husband a little note which a copy of I'll be sending to the police, you see it's Mark who will be blamed for your death."

No, Cara managed to shack her head coursing Samson to roughly grab her chin.

"Yes but first me must cleanse you're soul... if you still have one."

From the corner of her eye she watched as Samson pulled out something from his pocket watching as he held up a lighter, watching as the metal began to change colour until it became red and dropped it to her left shoulder blade making Cara scream against the pain as it burned into her flesh before being pulled away, and with it the world as she slowly sank into darkness knowing that this time she wouldn't be waking up.

[witch]

Calvin Booth

Calvin stood his ground as he waited for the man to turn around. Many different scenarios seemed to drift through his mind like a sideshow of pictures across a projected screen. He now knew who the man was and Calvin wondered if he was in for another ruffling up.. he'd gotten his cast off a couple months ago and was not fond of the idea of having to get another. Another run in with the doctors and he was sure he would strangle one of them. He was just grateful that his gun was loaded and the mind set he'd always managed to get himself into as a sniper set in... he knew he would shoot if the man was threat to him.. when that thought occurred to him he thought of the promise he'd made to Cara... how he'd promised not to tear apart her family and slowly he lowered his gun though he kept both hands on it. He'd promise the girl, who might very well be carrying this mans' baby... that he would do everything in his power to protect Mark from the law... he knew then that he couldnt' live with himself if he pulled the trigger... no matter what the man was going to do to him. Slowly he slipped the gun back into his pocket, clicking the safety back on he reached out and rested his hand on the man's arm... hoping to get his attention.

Suddenly Mark turned around. The rage in the larger man's eyes was enough to make Calvin wonder if it was a mistake. When Mark grabbed his wrist in a vice like grip he knew it was. He felt his body come into contact with the opposite wall and he slumped against it. “KEEP AWAY FROM ME!!!” he bellowed and Calvin lifted his eyes to the man, watching him retreat away from him on the other side of the alley. Calvin managed to bring himself to his feet and looked his wrist over.. no broken bones this time thankfully... though his whole body seemed to ache... as if it were covered in one big bruise and he rolled his shoulders and he slowly made his way to his feet. At that moment another coughing fit assailed him and for a moment he was a puppet to the hacking. He ended up down on his hands and knees as a result of the pain that ripped through his chest from the fit. He maintained that position for some time after the coughing fit, trying to catch his breath.. climbing up to his feet he staggered slightly, feeling a little headed. It was just because he'd been thrown against the wall.. he would get his bearings back in a moment... all he had to do was get through the alley and find his car... it couldn't be that far now.

At that moment a scream pierced the air. For some reason the origin of that scream sounded familiar and Calvin felt adrenaline pumping through his veins. Pulling out his gun yet again he started to job in the direction of the scream, knowing that whoever was inflicting such agony on someone would surely be armed and dangerous. He contemplated calling Rebecca and having her help him but he wasn't sure there was even time for that so he just kept running through the dark alley. The coughing fit that he'd experienced moments before was long forgotten and he embraced the sense of urgency that filled him. He slowed to a walk when he rounded a corner and could vaguely make out a crumpled heap of something on the alley floor. Holding his gun up in front of him he squinted in the darkness trying to see just what it was as he continued to make his approach. Reaching it without incident he reached out and realized that it was a girl. Reaching out he touched her and realized in that moment that it was Cara and he felt his heart drop. He took out his cell phone and used it for a light, trying to get a good look at her and a knot formed in his throat, his stomach turning uneasily when he saw the burn and stab wound on her shoulder. Immediately he removed his jacket and wrapped it around her... then stood up... looking around... the culprit that had done this to her couldn't have gone far.

"I'll kill you!!!!" he swore into the darkness... standing just next to Cara... at that moment he heard a taunting laugh that seemed to be coming from every direction but Calvin did his best to remain calm as a voice overshadowed the demonic chuckle. "I would love to see you try..." it teased and Calvin swore he saw a shadow on the opposite wall.. then he heard another sound from the other end of the alley. He moved so he had one leg on either side of Cara... a protective stance... the man would have to get through him to get to her. "Why don't you come out and fight.. coward!" Calvin yelled into the darkness and that dark chuckle filled the air yet again. "I would but you having a gun.. that just doesn't seem fair.. now if you were to unload your gun and throw the bullets away... well then we might have a deal..." he mused and Calvin tensed... put down his gun.. sure he could fight without it... but he was still getting over a cold that seemed to have weakened him severely... was his body up to the physical demand this fight would take. Looking down at Cara he could see her chest was rising with quick short breaths and he knew he didn't have much time to deliberate... without another thought except of saving the young woman he opened his gun, emptied the ammunition into his hand and threw.. the metal hitting the cement seeming to echo through the darkness. Calvin turned away from the direction he'd thrown the bullets and then he spread his arms out in front of him. "There... a deals a deal..." Calvin said and lifted his fists into a ready position... not knowing what was to come but holding his ground nonetheless.

[witch]

Cara Blaze Andovea

So much pain, so much agony the feeling of being helpless one Cara never had wanted to feel. With Mark and Dementis she had always been able to stand her ground, sooner or later finding some way out, either it being trick, luck or love this time... this time she knew everything was against, knew as soon as the dagger bite into her back.

The feeling in her legs had soon crumbled leaving her unable to run even if she somehow managed to get away from Samson long enough to either escape or run into someone that might be able to help her.

She could feel her breath slowly going her body feeling cold and numb however the nightmare had only just started.

In Samson's eyes she saw the very devil himself, the very devil that Samson thought Cara and Mark to be... or at lest be a part of, telling her that he was to cleanse her soul if she still had one.

It had only been out of the corner of her eyes that she had watched as fired light turned metal blood red while she chocked on every laboured breath the scream that pierced the night as she felt it burn deeply into her skin was the last thing she felt before blacking out.

Samson couldn't help but laugh as he watched Cara black out the dark eyes he had watched fill with fear closing the dagger already doing part of it's job although it hadn't helped with the ear splitting scream as he, as some would call it, brand her the metal of the joyous heart eating away at her skin.

It was it that state that Samson pulled out the dagger from it's sleth in her body blood dripping from the know free wound and blade though soon it tracked a new course, a pentagram soon being drawn into Cara's lower back... a sign and a message all in one.

Standing up Samson looked over the fallen, bleeding body, the smell of burnt flesh rising to his noise. It was then that he started kicking her, beating her... at lest up until he heard someone coming, footsteps of a running beat.

Picking up the dagger he run into shadows watching, waiting his work not quite done yet.

He watched as a figure emerged from the shadows a gun gleaming in the little light that the alley way had. He waited watching as the man found Cara placing a jacket over her after he run a dim light from a phone over her body.

"I'll kill you!!!!"

At the words Samson couldn't help but laugh.

"I would love to see you try..." he had voiced into the shadows moving so as the man didn't detect where it was coming from.

"Why don't you come out and fight.. coward!"

Again Samson chuckled watching as the man whom seemed to know Cara and have a soft spot for her take a protective stance over her.

"I would but you having a gun.. that just doesn't seem fair.. now if you were to unload your gun and throw the bullets away... well then we might have a deal..." Samson said, knowing that with the other man having a gun he would loss, for surly as soon as he steeped out into the little light the man would fire it.

To Samson's shear amazement he watched as the man unloaded his gun to then throw the bullets away.

"There... a deals a deal..."

Steeping out into the light thinking that if he killed this man and made it look like Mark did it the monster would surly pay but first...

"And I've never been one to back out of a deal" he said. "And now that you've put that gun away you can help get this girl to a hospital or at lest ring the police."

Steep by steep he walked over to Cara only pretending that he cared.

"I'm sorry to of hidden from you but I feared that you might of been the monster that did this to her, poor child."

Another steep and then another and then he was right beside Cara his hands in his pockets, his fingers wrapped around the daggers handle though he pretended to be shocked when the man didn't make a single move to help, or otherwise.

"You can't believe I did this, do you?" he asked.

[witch]

Calvin Booth

Calvin had learned something while he was a sniper. He was extremely stubborn. When he'd been a corporal he'd defied his superiors more then once just to do something that he believed was right. More then once he'd taken a shot when his Sergent commanded him to hold his fire, at least a dozen times he'd moved from one position to the other without telling anyone like you were supposed to. Often things like that had gotten him in trouble with the Chief of Staff and his superiors but when it became apparent hat no matter how many times he was verbally reprimanded for what he did he would do it anyway every one just left him up to his own thing and in the end that was what got him promoted to the position of Sergent at the tender of nineteen. He recalled being called into bunker where the chief of staff stayed during his visits to the U.S. bases in the Middle East. The three Sergeants that were above him were standing around the room, looking at the ground as if they couldn't look at him. Calvin wondered if they were ashamed of him and Calvin saluted the chief of staff... a formality... though Calvin defied their orders he had no desire to lose their respect. The man set him at ease and Calvin relaxed... waiting to be scolded but instead the man smiled.. and told him that he would be leading tomorrow's mission as the newest Sergent... he would get his own bunker with Sergent Parker and they would be in charge of investigating a village about eighty miles away for any signs of the man, or his comrades... which they were looking for.

Calvin had maintained that stubbornness now... eleven years later and it was that firmness of mind that kept him standing over Cara even as demonic laughter reverberated off the walls around him. It was that desire to protect her that made him empty his gun of bullets and then throw bullets away in order to get the man to come out so Calvin could teach him a lesson. Calvin looked down at Cara... recalling his personal promise to protect her and Mark in any way he could. Gazing at her bleeding and burnt body he couldn't help but feel as if he'd failed. He should have been able to protect her.. he shouldn't have let them go to the hospital alone as much as Mark would have hated it at least he might have been able to prevent what happened from happening.. whatever that was. Calvin straightened when he heard a noise, it sounded like footsteps but he couldn't be sure. He tensed, ready for whatever may come. He had personal experience with many street fights and he'd been to numerous fight clubs in the bad side of New York City.. Jared had taken him there when he was seventeen while his friend had been trying to wean him off the lifestyle of the streets... he was confident that this guy would be no problem... but if he had the weapon he'd used on Cara.... he might have a bit of difficulty....

"And I've never been one to back out of a deal" the same demonic voice said in a calmer tone and Calvin turned to see a man step out of the shadows just behind him.. if the man had wanted to kill Calvin he would have done so already... the cop was sure but he still stood over Cara's body... just in case. "And now that you've put that gun away you can help get this girl to a hospital or at lest ring the police." Help? This man wanted help? Calvin wanted to laugh... there was no doubt in Calvin's mind that this was the psychopath that had done this to the poor girl... and he was acting like he had no idea what was going on... didn't he just tell Calvin that he would like to see the cop try and kill him... instead of asking him about it and pointing out an error in his charade Calvin simply stood there, waiting for the man to pick up on the fact that Calvin wasn't buying into anything he said. "I'm sorry to of hidden from you but I feared that you might of been the monster that did this to her, poor child." he muttered and Calvin felt hatred and disgust fill him... a bitter taste coating his mouth and he knew it was the bitterness of loathing that he felt for the vile creature that stood in front of him.... his hands in his pockets.. and Calvin though he saw the man's hand brush something... but he was torn from those thoughts as the man came a little closer... to close.. he was getting to close to Cara and Calvin had to do something. "You can't believe I did this, do you?" he asked and something inside Calvin snapped.. his eyes smoldered and before he could even think of what he was doing.. he lunged at the man.

His hand closed around the man's throat as he threw him with all his strength into the wall and then held him there by the front of his shirt. "It doesn't matter what I think..." he hissed darkly as he slammed man into the wall yet again and drew his switchblade from his pocket.. he was just as practiced with a knife as he was with a gun... his skills... were lethal. Pressing the sharpened blade to the man's throat he glared at him.. hatred controlling his every action. "You did this to her..." he accused, pressing the blade into the man's skin hard enough to draw blood. "and I intend to carry out the threat I made..." with that Calvin plunged the knife into the man's shoulder and then pulled it out, stepping back and watching with satisfaction as he crumpled to the ground. Calvin hated hurting people... it was not in his nature to hurt people and yet this man... this man had gone to far.. he'd hurt someone Calvin cared about... could have killed her.. it was his job to see that the man suffered as he'd made Cara suffer. Calvin had vowed when he became an FBI agent that he would somehow atone for the lives he'd taken as a sniper by putting away more people then he'd killed work in the military... but tonight he would have another death to atone for...