This Place Bites {Ashlee}

[Angela]

Angela grimaced into her glass as she surveyed the bar, so much for that homey feeling. The bar had definitely not been what she had expected. Instead of a smoky, demon filled bar with fist fights, illegal poker games for kittens and a bad side feel, they found a happy upbeat bar with no smoking signs, demons getting along and...singing.

She had been in this world a whole week, trying to get the lay of the land, trying to figure out what the hell they were doing here and still had yet to get any of it. She had a feeling once she woke up, that this was a destiny thing, a purpose she had yet to fulfill before her untimely death in her own world....stupid fucking destiny.

Walking the streets in this place was unnerving for her, all the humans walking around talking, laughing and you know, not trying to kill her, something that hadn't happened to her in a good long while. Where she came from, the humans were trying to take back the world from the demons, only they had gone a little too far, making a ban against all demons....that's why she had chosen out this bar, heard it was a local demon spot and thought she could get her barrings inside, feel more comfortable, more at home. Instead, she got demons...acting like humans which was a little bit MORE un nerving then being around the oblivious humans outside.

She nods at the bartender, who returns her nod and pours her another drink. She surveys the bar again, looking for any sign of her red headed companion, the only link she had to her former life.

Still finding no sign of her, Angela turns her attention back to her drink, taking a sip and grimacing again. God the alcohol here was so watered down...

She found herself actually feeling nostalgic for the demon ruled world she had belonged to, at least they knew how to do Jack right.

"You should sing something." the bartender commented, causing her to look up at him with a look that just screamed 'you gotta be kidding me'. He smiles in return "You look lost, like you need some guidance, if you sing, my boss can read you, give you what you need. Who knows, maybe he can even put you onto your true path."

Angela scoffs and shakes her head "Sorry, not interested." she replies, turning to look for Ashlee again, pushing the thought of actually attempting what the bartender had suggested. No, she could do this on her own, she didn't need any help from some weird karaoke spinning demon.

[Ashlee Joy Burkle]

The growling was welcoming as Ashlee's back connected with a chain link fence. Her body hit the ground as the demon's leg went for her, but hit the fence instead. She growled inhumanly as she felt demon grab her by the throat and whipped her into the dumpster. She heard a loud crack and cried out. She then looked up at the demon, rolling her shoulders back before she lunged at the beast. The beast let out a blood curdling scream as gripped it by its throat, rattling it. She then looked next to see and noticed broken glass. Her blue eyes shot up the building to see that a window was broken up there, the source of the broken glass. She grabbed the largest piece and hacked at the demon's thick throat. Blood splattered against her neck and cheeks before the demon went limp. The blood was red oddly, but she didn't care. She looked down at her hand, watching it bleed from the glass. She tossed the bloody glass from her and rose from the demon's dead corpse. She coughed and stumbled away and kept walking. Ashlee hated this fucked up world. Humans were roaming free, laughing, smiling, doing whatever they wanted and nothing happened to them. It was too different for her, all of this. All Ashlee wanted was to be dead, like Danny.

Ashlee walked down the steps into the bar called Caritas, demon friendly zone. Her eyes moved about the bar, noticing the friendly atmosphere and it made her want to vomit. That's when she saw her best friend at the bar, of course, looking as miserable as she was. Ashlee made her way over to the bar and sat down next to Angela with a sigh. The bartender looked at her, confused for a moment.

"Jesus sweetie, you look like hell." He said, placing a napkin in front of her. Ashlee looked up at him, not amused as she sighed. "Beer please." She said and shrugged her leather jacket off. She winced and groaned, looking at her left hand before turning back to Angela.

"This place sucks." She said and looked around the bar. Ashlee wasn't herself, not after what happened in her own world. The sight of Danny going down, the light leaving those beautiful brown eyes, the way it felt to see it. She dead inside, and this place wasn't helping. A destiny, a higher purpose was a load of crap to her and she didn't want it. She drummed her fingers against the counter and licked her lips. She still had blood all over her neck, but she didn't care. She just wanted to go home, dead or not.

[Angela]

A familiar smell hit Angela's nostrils just as she finished her second drink and nodded for another. Ashlee...and ...blood?

She turns in her bar stool just in time to see her friend plop down beside her, covered in blood splatter and sporting a new wound on her hand. Angela frowns and grabs the towel off the bartender's shoulder.

"Borrowing this." she grunts, grabbing Ashlee's hand, wrapping it tightly while she looks the rest of her over. "Have a hard time finding the place?" She asks "Or have you made enemies already?"

She looks into Ashlee's eyes, seeing the pain in the, the cold unfeeling that she herself also felt since being dumped in this world. It was especially hard for Ashlee, only days before her own death had watched her husband Danny shot to death in front of her. A brave man, standing up for his wife and children who were being shunned for what lay in their bloodline.

After Ashlee's hand was firmly wrapped, Angela dabs her napkin into a glass of water the bartender had brought over and begins to wipe the blood off Ashlee's face.

"If it was a scrap you wanted, you know I woulda let you just beat the hell outta me.." she says softly "I can take it..."

[Ashlee Joy Burkle]

Ashlee kept her gaze on the bar, even when Angela awknowledged her presence in the bar now. She didn't really feel up to talk to her, to anyone for that matter. She just wanted to sulk, stare, and get wasted off her ass. She just wanted to be alone, but that was stupid in a place like this, besides she needed Angela with her or something like what happened earlier could kill her...god forbid.

Ashlee felt the rag being wrapped around her wounded hand and she slowly looked to Angela as she tied her hand up, their eyes meeting. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted Danny. That's all she wanted, she wanted Danny holding her again, his warm body against hers, but that was a pipe dream. Her jaw set, harshly as tears welled up in her eyes, but they didn't fall.

She listened as Angela spoke about fighting her instead of picking one with a demon. She felt the cold water against her face as Angela wiped her face clean and then, the cold, emotionless face of hers stayed that way, as tears trembled down her face. Then slowly, her face cringed into sadness and she leaned down, her face falling against Angela's sholder, a sob breaking her.