{The Rebellion}

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Trixie followed the story, drinking in every word the demon spoke, honestly entertained by the way he explained the event. Dinner came and went, while they talked, and laughed. With the way the nephilim doted on every word spoken, she caught how he felt about the events of the story, and it only served to confirm that Jade held a part of Andras. Of course, somehow that didn't seem as much of a sore spot for the brunette as it possibly would have before all the events that she shared with Andras. She realized just how much she had changed, and it gave her a sense of warmth about herself. She silently noted that she needed to speak with Jade on a more personal level at some point. Obviously, the way things seemed to have flowed, she and Jade will be fairly close when it came to the demon. Again, this notion didn't bother Trixie, more so seemed to make her that much more enthralled by Andras. Perhaps she'd make a friend in the witch. That was something she rarely encountered as well.


She was laughing and enjoying the story, especially how avidly Andras told it, voice flowing with each character within. She didn't even notice the passing of their meal, or the waitress who occasionally came to refill their drinks. Only when the check was placed on the table did the nephilim realize they had already spent a good hour or more at dinner. Her eyes were alight with joy, and she was smiling happily more than smirking playfully at Andras. "I'm almost jealous of your adventure." she said warmly when the story came to an end, sighing happily. "But it certainly sounds like you've had quite a bit of fun for several lifetimes." she grinned.

 

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As dinner dwindled on, so did his story, as Andras thus concluded that Jade offered him sanctuary only after scaring the leering British gangsters off. It seemed the demon had quite unfurled himself from the privacy and enigmatic persona he usually portrayed. No longer quiet with his secrets or tales. His heart opened and already snared by the nephlim before him. Slowly his laughter drifted off, the demon fumbling for the check that was set before them not long ago. All the whilst he slipped his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans. "We've had fun for centuries," he insisted, mouth curling into a half-hearted smile. "I wish you were there with us, Trixie. Honestly."


Once the check had been paid for, few waitresses coming to pick up the paid bill and the scattered plates of food, he scraped his chair backwards. Addressing Trixie with his stare, and an outstretched hand for her to take, he inclined his head to the open doorway. "Shall we get going, princess?"

 

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The brunette felt her heart swell at his words, and took his proffered hand as she stood from her chair as well. "Somehow, I don't think the stories would be quite the same if I had been there, Andras." she giggled lightly, nodding her answer to his question to leaving. "We have the rest of time to have our own adventures." she grinned lovingly at him as they walked together out of the restaurant, her arm entwined in his. The night was turning out to be perfect, and the nephilim's sadness all but forgotten.

 

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A grin ensnared Andras's mouth. He escorted the now quietly content nephlim back to his mustang where it awaited for them; just as they had left it. "Perhaps not," he mused softly, "but I still quite enjoy the thought of you being in on Jade and I's misadventures. The mischief we created together." Untwining his arm from Trixie's, he extended out his nimble fingers and opened up the passenger side door for her. Sloping his form upon the car, patiently waiting for her to slip back inside the leather interior, the demon pondered the one detail he hadn't mentioned. "Y'know," he began softly, "that day was when Jade made the pact with me. The demon's promise." He tucked his chin upon his folded hands, "It's embedded in her skin too. On her back is a spiraling henna tattoo. I promised her to never leave her side. Since that day our souls have been bound together; forever. If I fall, she falls. Vice versa."

 

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Trixie stood beside the car, her eyes gazing over Andras' sloped form, the car door open and inviting. Yet the words that came next intrigued the nephilim, making her pause just before lowering herself into the vehicle. "Embedded as a tattoo?" she repeated, finding Andras' gaze with her own as a thoughtful expression passed over her face. "Does that mean I get one to?" she asked with a playful smirk, referring to his earlier statement of having him beside her as a demon's promise to her. Part of her hoped the answer would be good, but she stayed herself to wait and be sure. She wouldn't let the answer make his earlier meaning be any different, and she only hoped that her features and body language portrayed that to her lover.

 

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"Yes," Andras chided to the nephlim, his mouth creasing and widening across his countenance, "you get one too. Once I utter the promise you'll be mine. Marked by Ostwick himself; the Lord of Darkness." He extended across the door and gingerly brushed his fingers along her cheek, brushing downwards to the base of her neck. "I'll bound you to me like I did Jade." His eyes were alight at the thought, having his lover entangled with him in heart, mind, and soul. His hand withdrew and, after clicking the door shut, he round across the old mustang. The demon slid back into the leather interior and started to rev the engine as soon as they keys were tucked into the ignition. "Off to The Crow we go. All I hope is that nothing has changed in my absence. Otherwise a certain person will have to pay."

 

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The nephilim couldn't help the sensation that seemed to flit down her spine and through her limbs as Andras' fingers brushed her cheek and neck, followed by the words that he said. You'll be mine. I'll bind you to me like I did Jade. Those particular phrases repeated themselves in her mind. It made her heart race, both with excitement and a small portion of fear. She wanted to his, always, but at the same time, the thought scared her. Something she hadn't realized before. I'll be his in a completely different way. I won't be his prisoner. Andras wouldn't do that to me. She chided herself silently, forcing the small portion of fear aside as unnecessary. There was nothing to fear. The way he said those words had meant to tease her. Nothing more. She took several slow breaths while Andras was still moving around the car, letting calm spread to her limbs so that her demon wouldn't see her apprehension.


Once he was in the car, she was back to herself, and she smiled warmly at Andras. "If they have to pay, can it wait until our night is over? Remember, no business." she teased with a small laugh. She silently noted to herself not to drink to much, recalling the events of the first, and last, time she had been to the crow. Her cheeks flushed, and she put a hand to her face, "I just remembered the first night I was ever at the Crow." she laughed softly, shaking her head as her hand lowered. "It's a funny thing... to see how much I've changed since those first days at the rebel base, and following after you against otherwise stated rules." she grinned.

 

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"Oh yes," Andras chided, his feet applying pressuring upon the gas pedal, "I quite remember you sneaking off to follow me. Attempting to make me jealous while you flaunt and flirt with those politicians in the bar." A prowling growl emitted from his mouth at the sudden look back upon the first beginning memories between Trixie and him. The nephlim attracted him but certaintly managed to nag at his nerves and tire him endlessly. It was true, compared to how and then they both have changed. Trixie had transformed from a constant troublemaker who now matured over time and stepped up to help when the going got tough. Granted, yes, she still caused mischief now and then. But not entirely. And Andras, himself, went from flirting playboy to a softened lover. Though he did have his enraptured moments where he could still be that vvying demon, grasping for any women's attention. But not always.


It took only ten minutes navigating through the main streets to get to The Crow. He found some relief in knowing that, upon pulling into the parking lot, the bar's exterior hadn't quite changed. Still the black and white neon sign remained, still all brick and rustic with the fluttering painted - yet faded - symbols of crows. He felt a sense of giddiness and at home at the sight of the place.

 

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Trixie laughed warmly, nodding as he remembered as well. She glanced sideways at Andras, smirking once the laughter had died away. "I'd repeat it all over again if I had to." she said softly, "Well, the part about disobeying your orders and the repercussions that followed." she added, her smirk widening into a smile. "The rest of what happened that evening... not so much. I don't think I ever want to see you angry like that again. It made my skin crawl." she shuddered, but it was good-naturedly, and turned her attention back to the bar now that they had arrived. She had seen the small change in Andras, knowing this place held a specialness to the demon. "I promise I won't get sick-drunk. That would just ruin the night." she teased.

 

[QueenofDorks]

"But you certaintly enjoyed being punished," Andras prowled for a prompted answer from the woman, his teeth baring down together to formulate an enigmatic grin. He loosened himself from the car and trotted over to detach Trixie from her seat as well. His fingers pried open the car door, though his eyes casted upon the building before him. Distracted by the movement and vast customers that could be seen through the bar windows. Cars cluttered up the designated parking lot for The Crow. No doubtingly within was filled to the brim with politicians and senators and governess wanting a good place away from home. Away from their wives or lovers or kids. "I rather hope you don't pull the same trick on me tonight," he mused, his eyes traveling back to the nephlim.

 

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The nephilim's face flushed as she made a small noise of argument, though unable to speak until Andras had helped her from her seat in the car. She gave him a playful pout, batting her hand against his chest lightly, and then smiled. "Don't tease me, or I just might pull my tricks." she stated slyly, a smirk on her features showing that she was merely playing with the words. "Well, not that trick." she laughed softly, rolling her eyes as she started for the door of the bar. She took Andras' hand, pulling him along with her. "Come on!" she smiled warmly.

 

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Andras recognized her smooth fingers pressed against his nimble, calloused ones. He clenched her hand, acknowledging the nephlim's presence at her side. "If you resort to your tricks," he ventured, voice low and even, "then I will punish you again." His words were breathy and promised; filled to the brim with a teasing like sense. Together they swept into the interior of The Crow. As he expected, it was filled with men, young and old. All boozing and having a few good laughs. Behind the bar counter Amy worked, the woman he had placed his trust and care into for The Crow. From the last time he saw her she had been lively and vibrant. Now she appeared to be moody and out of sorts at this sort of place. He navigated them to the counter, nudging elbows with politician and the middle class. "Lo and behold and he finally appears! Where have you been for the past 5 months?" The pixie woman prompted, slamming a glass down upon the counter and sliding it to an awaiting customer.


"Been busy, Am's. You know me," he eased, perfecting a smile.


"I can see that," Amy drawled dryly, her eyes drifting across Trixie up and down, "who's the new gal?"

 

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Trixie smirked, "I'll keep that in mind. If I decide to dig myself a hole, I'll at least make it worth it." she said, giving Andras a cheeky grin as they walked into the bar. She took a glance around the crowded bar, careful to check and see if she recognized anyone. There were a few faces she recalled, but none she could name. Which allowed the nephilim to relax a little more as they moved to the counter, Andras nudging in room for them both. She smiled lightly, the expression toying across her features as the bartender looked her over. "Trixie." she said lightly, leaning slightly into the demon, "Finally roped this bad boy into a date." she joked lightly, hoping her words would tease Andras.

 

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"A date?" It was hard not to mask the surprise from Amy's tone of voice. She appraised the demon and then to the nephlim lounging contently on his arm. Her brows rose high on her forehead. "The infamous, playboy has a date? Hon, are you sure? I mean..." The stout honey blonde woman made a point of looking about the bar. "I know that half of the men in here are dogs and self-righteous pigs but I sure as hell would take them over this guy."


"Now Amy, I'm completely offended! I'm right here," Andras chided to his employee as he leaned upon the edge of the wooden surface. He complyed his mouth in a cheeky, cherished grin. "And I can pratically sense your jealously." He then rapped his knuckle against the counter. "But ignore your jealously and give us a round of drinks." A withered look appraised his form. "How 'bout you get your ass behind the counter and do it yourself? These past months I've been under grueling conditions."


"Can't I'm afraid. The missus has ordered me not to involve myself with any business. Sorry, Am. But I'll drop by tomorrow to work the night shift. Promise."

 

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Trixie smiled at the woman, "I've been working on getting this guy to take me out for a long time." She said simply, absently leaning more into Andras than she already had been. She thought for a moment of Amy's advice, and shook her head, "I'll take my chances. I've known this one longer than Ive known most guys." She smiled warmly before casting her gaze to the demon beside her. "Damn. That sounds like I'll be sleeping alone tomorrow then... unless I can tag along?" She purred, a giggle bubbling from her throat in response to Andras's promise of coming to work the following night.

 

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Andras's gaze slid to the side to assess Trixie's pleading form. His brows dipped together, "Oh no. I'm not going to have you be a distraction to me, Princess. Not like last time." He clarified this with a possessive growl that emitted from between his words. He pulled her against his side, and bent low to whisper a few cherished sentences to her; "But I'll make up for it," he had said, "I'll make up for my absence as soon as my shift is over. Hopefully you'll stay up till I return." The he was pulling away, amber eyes prying towards Amy whom had watched the scene.


"On second thought," she chided, "you two must be the best pair for each other."


This prompted for the demon to laugh, a boastful sound; deep and low. "You have no idea, Am," he urged. "Now! Let's get down to drinking. I'll have a glass of brandy," he paused and flicked expectantly to Trixie. "What will you have, princess? Something strong or dainty for that sweet mouth of yours?"

 

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Trixie gave a playful pout as he said that she wouldn't be able to tag along, though her expression was broken with the clarification that was emphasized by that familiar possessive growl. She smirked as she was pulled against him, her cheeks warming as he whispered into her ear, though she let out a small noise of discontent as he pulled away once more. "Fine. I'll wait up, but you better make it worth it." she teased, her tone a clear playful pout before she returned her attention to Amy and the surrounding bar. She smiled as the woman said they were a pair for each other, and she joined Andras' laughter over the statement. She thought for a moment when asked what she would have to drink, carefully considering her options. "I'll take a Mai Tai." she quipped in answer when she finally decided on something. Mentally, she made a check to hopefully keep count on the number of drinks ordered and consumed. She wasn't going to let her angelic blood ruin the night by consuming to much alcohol. Though she also had to shove back the mental disappointment that she was reigned in on how much she could drink because of her lineage.


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"A Mai Tai and a glass of brandy," Amy repeated the order to herself, swiping her hands against a spare towel that rested beyond the bar counter. She exchanged glances with the demon and poised her mouth into a curdled frown. He knew the motion and her eyes flickered in a silent warning to a stout man cooped up in the corner of the bar. Andras tilted his head to assess his hunched figure, the brutal smile that slid out from his face as he conversed softly to the various politicians that crowded him. A top man, close to those that prowled amongst the council of governors. He registered the fact that they were in celebration and quizzically he turned his gaze back to address Amy. She peeked from her shoulder while her hands worked quick with shaking up and stirring drinks together to form the nephlim's Mai Tai.


The emotions within her eyes obviously tended to the fact that something had slipped between the rebel's grasp. Something that their scouts hadn't caught onto. Fear stuck in his throat. He stilled the nerves inside him that knotted and tightened. Begging to be released by the hiding knowledge that lurked behind their bartender. But he wouldn't, not yet. Not until the last moment where they - him and Trixie - would slip from The Crow. He'd beg for a paper, a note, anything relating to the stirrings that consumed the city. His thoughts were broken by the clatter of glass in front of them. "As requested," Amy chided before turning back to another set of customers that had squeezed into those amongst the bar.

 

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Trixie caught the exchange of looks between Amy and Andras, her curiosity catching in her chest. As her demon's gaze shifted to follow that of the bartender's, she couldn't help but follow as well. Though she wasn't prepared for what she saw. She had gone pale, her eyes glued to the man that sat in the corner. Fear apparent on her features. Her hand flew up, grabbing Andras's arm in what was possibly violent, her nails digging into the sleeve, and possibly flesh, of the demon. She didn't even notice when Amy set their finished drinks before them. She shivered as if a cold chill had passed through the bar. Turning suddenly to the empty space on the opposite side of her and Andras, she dry heaved several times. Though by the third heave, it was no longer dry, and she lost her dinner. Which, of course, caught the attention of almost everyone in the close vicinity as people dodged the sick. Even if they weren't close enough for it to matter.

 

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