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ALEXANDRE WHITE
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Alex swooped in near Leon's face, so close that their noses were barely a hairsbreadth apart and hissed "You might not bite, but I do." He still couldn't really tell what made him so angry at this Leon. Maybe it was the fact that he looked so much like Jason but acted so differently. Maybe he was worrying someone would recognize Jason in the Spiteful and see Jason's image marred. Maybe it was the gash in his heart and in his pride of being unable to solve just how Jason had died on that fateful day. Whatever the case was, he did not like the Spiteful to say the least... Perhaps even more than his dislike for people not handling his evidence properly.
In the moment's excitement, he had not noticed the other tangier, older smell in the air. It was unmistakeably True Feeder, but there was also a bitterness to the scent that made his hackles rise and his teeth sharpen into fine points. The beginnings of a mane was growing around his neck and his tailbone had become more pronounced. The threatening presence was beginning to ignite an instinctive transformation meant to protect humans. He would not let the other vampire in the station hurt the humans inside it. He walked towards the door, opened it and took a step outside.
It was easy to determine the source of the scent. The flashing anger in her eyes did not help hide her from the were-lion's keen sense of smell. A growl built up in his throat, but he strode into the room, closed the door and locked it. "David" he said, pointing out through the blinds at the True Feeder, "Don't open that door for that woman whatever you do." He was more concerned for Jillian than the three of them. Even if she was alone, there was no telling if she brought Celestial company.
The three of them could probably take on one as old as her, but against a Celestial, they wouldn't stand a chance, not even close. Jillian was beginning to ask questions. Big ones too. He was torn at that moment between lying and just outright saying the truth. The prior was more appealing, but with what she had seen, she was not likely to buy into it. Also, she knew too much already, even if she was ignorant to the world beneath the humans' feet, she would not be protected from it. It would be better if she knew what she would be going up against.
He had hoped that David would help him, but the first thing the gruff detective did was give a lame excuse and then give up. He shot a wilting gaze at David and sighed. "Really, David?" He started rubbing his forehead with his thumb and his forefinger and set his left hand in a fist on his hip. He glared daggers at Leon and growled. "This is your fault."
"Jillian" he said, addressing the woman by looking at her. "Before I say anything else. No one messes with my evidence." Still rubbing his forehead, he continued. "How do I say this? Well... All that arcane stuff you saw in the image and in the journal and whatever was mentioned in the paper, it's actual magic. I don't know enough about it to say anything, but maybe you should ask David about that." Inside, Alex was smirking. It was a bit immature, but he wasn't letting David get away without doing anything.
"Leon is a vampire... Well, a Spiteful, actually. He's a soul that returned from hell through Fallen magic. It's more complicated than that but..." Alex was now scratching his head. This was far harder than he had expected. "Fallen are angels that have well, fallen from heaven. They're the good guys. God wants to enslave all of you, at least that's how the histories go... and... Ugh. David. Help me."
"I did smell him. I'm a were-lion" he said simply. It was by far the easiest question to answer.
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Alex swooped in near Leon's face, so close that their noses were barely a hairsbreadth apart and hissed "You might not bite, but I do." He still couldn't really tell what made him so angry at this Leon. Maybe it was the fact that he looked so much like Jason but acted so differently. Maybe he was worrying someone would recognize Jason in the Spiteful and see Jason's image marred. Maybe it was the gash in his heart and in his pride of being unable to solve just how Jason had died on that fateful day. Whatever the case was, he did not like the Spiteful to say the least... Perhaps even more than his dislike for people not handling his evidence properly.
In the moment's excitement, he had not noticed the other tangier, older smell in the air. It was unmistakeably True Feeder, but there was also a bitterness to the scent that made his hackles rise and his teeth sharpen into fine points. The beginnings of a mane was growing around his neck and his tailbone had become more pronounced. The threatening presence was beginning to ignite an instinctive transformation meant to protect humans. He would not let the other vampire in the station hurt the humans inside it. He walked towards the door, opened it and took a step outside.
It was easy to determine the source of the scent. The flashing anger in her eyes did not help hide her from the were-lion's keen sense of smell. A growl built up in his throat, but he strode into the room, closed the door and locked it. "David" he said, pointing out through the blinds at the True Feeder, "Don't open that door for that woman whatever you do." He was more concerned for Jillian than the three of them. Even if she was alone, there was no telling if she brought Celestial company.
The three of them could probably take on one as old as her, but against a Celestial, they wouldn't stand a chance, not even close. Jillian was beginning to ask questions. Big ones too. He was torn at that moment between lying and just outright saying the truth. The prior was more appealing, but with what she had seen, she was not likely to buy into it. Also, she knew too much already, even if she was ignorant to the world beneath the humans' feet, she would not be protected from it. It would be better if she knew what she would be going up against.
He had hoped that David would help him, but the first thing the gruff detective did was give a lame excuse and then give up. He shot a wilting gaze at David and sighed. "Really, David?" He started rubbing his forehead with his thumb and his forefinger and set his left hand in a fist on his hip. He glared daggers at Leon and growled. "This is your fault."
"Jillian" he said, addressing the woman by looking at her. "Before I say anything else. No one messes with my evidence." Still rubbing his forehead, he continued. "How do I say this? Well... All that arcane stuff you saw in the image and in the journal and whatever was mentioned in the paper, it's actual magic. I don't know enough about it to say anything, but maybe you should ask David about that." Inside, Alex was smirking. It was a bit immature, but he wasn't letting David get away without doing anything.
"Leon is a vampire... Well, a Spiteful, actually. He's a soul that returned from hell through Fallen magic. It's more complicated than that but..." Alex was now scratching his head. This was far harder than he had expected. "Fallen are angels that have well, fallen from heaven. They're the good guys. God wants to enslave all of you, at least that's how the histories go... and... Ugh. David. Help me."
"I did smell him. I'm a were-lion" he said simply. It was by far the easiest question to answer.