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Alice watched the man from an alley across the street. She'd stayed hidden during the day, and was being careful, even though the sun had set hours ago. Still too many sheep around, always watching.

She blinked as the man went out of focus. Black edged around her vision. She'd pushed as far as she could, she wasn't able to wait any longer. She gated directly behind him and quickly wrapped a hand around his throat, careful of her claws, just piercing his skin, beads of blood gathering at the tips.

"Give me one."She whispered into the man's ear. "And I'll let you keep your throat."

The man held a hotdog up in a shaking hand. Alice snatched it from him as he pissed himself and fell to his knees. She gated up to the roof where she had seen a good place to curl up out of the wind.

She stared at the hotdog for a moment, and took a bite. She ate the rest of it in three bites, surprised that it tasted as good as it did.Sheep food might be alright..

She watched the clouds roll over the city, the incessant twinkling, crawling, bleeting city. She closed her eyes.

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She breathed in, a familiar scent hitting her nose. She sat up, and then held still. Something on the wind. She watched as two forms flew over her head. She knew them by scent, but not sight.

She gated after them, skipping rooftop to rooftop.

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"Auphe hunt to eat. And I can't eat what I hunt. It.." She grimaced and turned away from him. "It doesn't stay down, and isn't.. it's not.." *searches for a word* "..good, anymore." This was a bad idea, he's just going to laugh.. Her stomach grumbles again, and bad idea or not, she needs to figure out something she can eat.

New York City at night.

“I..” *stomach grumbles, and her knees give out a bit* “I have a stupid question, but since you’re not smashing my face in… What do you eat? …I, uh, I can’t hunt anymore..”

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"I.." *stomach grumbles, and her knees give out a bit* "I have a stupid question, but since you're not smashing my face in... What do you eat? ...I, uh, I can't hunt anymore.."

New York City at night.

*shrugs*  “You’re looking at it.” *laughs a little, bitterly* “What is an Auphe, when you take away the part that wants to bathe the world in blood?”

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*shrugs*  "You're looking at it." *laughs a little, bitterly* "What is an Auphe, when you take away the part that wants to bathe the world in blood?"

New York City at night.

Cal snarled. “My name is CAL. Not Aupheling. God bitch.” He clenched his hand on the knife handle, trying to relax. “I’m not worried. So you gave your message to Robin. Now what will you do?”

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"Alice is.. fine. I never got high enough on the food chain in Tumulus to earn a name. And it beats being called Auphe." Yes Aupheling, you no longer deserve the name. Clears throat.

"I don't know much about Trixa, wasn't real chatty with her. But you probably shouldn't let her catch you calling her a bitch."

New York City at night.

“Pretend my knife is permanently attached to my hand.” Cal said dryly. It was so wierd, looking an Auphe girl in the eye without having to duck and cover. “I talked to Trixa. She vouched for you, though why I have no idea. By the way, she’s a bitch. She kind of reminds me of a female Niko, except Niko’s not a jerk.” Sometimes. He could be on his days when there’s no vegan food in the house.

“You’ve been here a few days, and you haven’t killed anyone, and you havent’ tried to kill me. That…is actually a good thing.” He babbled, worried that she’d snap and kill him. He should just call Niko now…no no. He had to do this. He was twenty-five! He could do this! “So…Do…you have a name? Or should I just keep calling you Alice?”

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Alice? Hm.

"Says the man who has his hand on a blade... although I suppose that's fair, considering I can't put down my claws." She pushed her hood off, and put both hands inside her hoodie pocket. He was practically vibrating, the tension rolling off him.

This is as good a place as any. She stopped a good five feet from him, far enough her claws couldn't reach without a gate.

New York City at night.

Cal wrapped his arms around himself, keeping one hand on the hilt of his 12 inch blade. At Niko’s request he was carrying a few more blades than normal. He still loved his guns though. A gun was a quicker way to get rid of a monster.

Like an Auphe. He growled softly, taping his foot against the roof until a blast of wind washed over him. it stank of Auphe, enough to make him recoil and growled, looking around. “I know you’re here Alice.” He called in a sneering voice. “Come on out, I…I want to talk. No guns, no blades, and DEFINITELY no fucking teeth. Y’got me?”

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A shiver ran down her back as she sidestepped a group of guys, cocky and leering, until she made eye contact with one of them. He looked like he swallowed his own tongue and she walked a little faster, disappearing around a corner. Slaughtering sheep was no fun.

The shiver meant a gate. Either Cal, or Grimm. Meeting either one was probably going to result in bloodshed. She rolled her shoulders and gated up the side of the building, hanging off to peek over the top. Can’t gate where you can’t see. She singsonged it to herself. Yeah, definitely loosing it.

She pulled herself up onto the roof, and waited. He would either gate again, or she would pick up his scent.

New York City at night.

Cal was restless. Frustrated and restless. The She-Auphe(nicknamed Alice in his own mind) Was running around, and the idea of an Auphe running around free and happy made him panic. Even if it claimed to be non-violent towards him, he had a problem believing it. After all, Auphe didn’t believe in anything besides killing, torturing and taking over the world.

Right?

He growled softly, kicking a piece of rock away from himself, moving down the dark street. He was headed back from work at the Ninth Circle. Another day, another shitty dollar in the City that never Slept. And Cal could use sleep on his own. But first he had something to do, and if Niko ever found out, he would be mega pissed.

Cal looked around and ducked into an alley. He wondered if this would work at all, but a gate was a gate. He closed his eyes and with little effort, built a gate around himself, allowing it to lead him wherever his mind went.

And his mind went to the top of a rooftop. Cal frowned and looked over the side, wondering if the Auphe was around. “How the hell do I get a hold of someone I hate…”

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Letting herself fall, she waited until the panic pushed that bubble of sheep emotion back down her throat. Adrenalin coursed through her as the ground rush up.

She gated at the last moment, placing herself on the next roof over. She had the spot in her mind when she leaped off the roof.

I’m losing my sanity. She stayed crouched, feeling the grit beneath her feet. Listening. Sirens and car alarms. Music thudding from a car turning a corner three blocks away. Wind running between the buildings, the city sighing.

Her stomach gurgled. She ignored it. Can’t eat. She’d tried hunting, shortly after getting into the city. Nothing would stay down, not a hawk, a boggle, or a sparrow.. fresh or dead, everything turned her stomach. She caught a whiff of something burning, and tilted her head up, tracing the source.

She followed it across the rooftop to the otherside of the building as a smoke alarm started beeping. She hung off the edge of the roof, dropping silently onto a balcony. The door was a little open, the screen allowing the smoke to thread it’s way out into the night air.

“I can’t fucking believe you!” A woman stormed through the small apartment, a box in her hands, she stopped in front of a small table. There was various cans and metal jars. A spoon set into a mangled piece of metal, over one of the jars, the one that was on fire. She carefully took the entire thing apart, placing pieces into the box, others into this kitchen, where they clanged against the sink.

“You promised me, you swore. ‘Never again,’ ‘I’ll get a job,’ ‘It’ll be different,’ Can you even hear me in there??” She smacked a man sitting on the couch, dazed expression on his face. She took the needle and carefully put it in the box.

“This shit is going to kill you, Tom, you hear me?”

“Aw, come on, Laney.. S’alright..”

“No.” She was shaking, tears on her face. She pointed at the door. “Get out. Now.”

He protested weakly as she pulled him up by his arm and pushed him to the door. He laughed when he wheeled into the wall. She shoved him out and threw shoes into the hallway. She slammed the door and locked it.

Auphe watched as Laney stood in the livingroom, looking around the apartment, her jaw clenching. When Tom started knocking on the door she screamed at him to go away and her knees gave out. She landed heavily on the floor and curled up, sobbing.

“I gave you everything, my whole life. My little brother..” Another sobbed wracked her and she crossed an arm over her chest, clinging to the edge of the coffee table with the other. “What am I supposed to do now?”

Auphe backed up, her eyes wide. She touched her cheek, it came away glistening in the dim light.

At least you can still bleed. Too bad it’s for a weak little sheep.

Auphe swallowed thickly and pushed herself over the balcony railing. She dropped a few stories before gating to the street. She wiped her face with her hoodie sleeve, tucking her hair under her hood, she walked onto the sidewalk and shouldered past the weak little sheep.

And wondered if it was possible to become one.

New York City at night.

Auphe gated into the alleyway beside the Ninth Circle. Something hot was bubbling up inside her chest. She crouched down, and pulled one arm inside her sweatshirt. She wasn’t injured, no blood. And the pain was deeper inside her chest.

She leaned against the wall as it bubbled up her throat, a sob escaped her mouth before she clamped her jaw shut.

Hunt, I need to hunt. She leaped across the alleyway, catching the edge of the fire escape.Faster.She pulled herself up as silent as she could. Her claws lightly ticked against the metal steps.  Flowing up and up the side of the building. She bunched her legs and launched herself off the top, landing, on all fours, in the middle of the roof.

There’s no demons in this city, and even if there were, you couldn’t eat your kill. Useless Aupheling. All of your kind is dead. You might as well die on a sheep’s sword. There’s nothing left.She recognized the quiet voice in the back of her mind. It used to be her own. It used to be strong, unwavering, before the demon bit her. Back when she could still see the world in black and red and white. Now there was nothing but grey.

She scrabbled against the rooftop, pushing herself faster. Her hood blew off of her head as she leaped off the edge of the building.

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New York City at night.

Auphe gated into the alleyway beside the Ninth Circle. Something hot was bubbling up inside her chest. She crouched down, and pulled one arm inside her sweatshirt. She wasn't injured, no blood. And the pain was deeper inside her chest.

She leaned against the wall as it bubbled up her throat, a sob escaped her mouth before she clamped her jaw shut.

Hunt, I need to hunt. She leaped across the alleyway, catching the edge of the fire escape.Faster.She pulled herself up as silent as she could. Her claws lightly ticked against the metal steps.  Flowing up and up the side of the building. She bunched her legs and launched herself off the top, landing, on all fours, in the middle of the roof.

There's no demons in this city, and even if there were, you couldn't eat your kill. Useless Aupheling. All of your kind is dead. You might as well die on a sheep's sword. There's nothing left.She recognized the quiet voice in the back of her mind. It used to be her own. It used to be strong, unwavering, before the demon bit her. Back when she could still see the world in black and red and white. Now there was nothing but grey.

She scrabbled against the rooftop, pushing herself faster. Her hood blew off of her head as she leaped off the edge of the building.

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auphedemon replied to your post: … hehe i could talk, but then I think you would blow my head off :D

heh, I promise to behave. Come to the bar and order a drink or something. (via calleandros)

—-You want the Auphe to come to the Ninth Circle? Dude… that could be.. very interesting….

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Actually I wouldn’t reccommend you come in…maybe in the alley way or something. Ish might kill you.

(via calleandros)

Ish prolly would kill me, he’s a hothead like you, except quicker…

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*clicks gun*

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think you can pull the trigger faster than I can gate?

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I can gate after you, asshole.

(via calleandros)

And how do you know where I'll gate to?  Or did you suddenly grow psychic powers?

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*quietly* If it's that inevitable, why bother waiting? *gates into the dark, leaving Cal and Robin alone*

How do we know you won’t try and kill us? How do I know you won’t go after Nik?

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A dip? It's been on a knife edge the entire time. Just run me through and get it over with if that's your decision.

Didn’t you hear the second half? Or where you too busy reminiscing about drunken sing-alongs? Trixa has left that decision with you. She doesn’t know what to do with me, sent me here to see if I survived, and now you get to decide whether you string me up, or.. if I have skills worth keeping handy.

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Wouldn't I have tried by now? You smashed my face into a wall, and what did I do? Nothing.

I'm not asking for your absolute trust, just make a decision. Either I'm useless to you and you run a blade through me, or...

*slowly lowers gun but watches warily* That is something I don’t mind about New York.

So where were you when the Darkling took me? did I ever meet you then? You all look the same.

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You'd both rather I was out in the dark? That's surprising..

*Technically*. I didn’t participate. I just came over with them, and slipped away. I’m good at that. That’s why I survived.

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Didn't you hear the second half? Or where you too busy reminiscing about drunken sing-alongs? Trixa has left that decision with you. She doesn't know what to do with me, sent me here to see if I survived, and now you get to decide whether you string me up, or.. if I have skills worth keeping handy.

Of course you would both take that literally. Put the gun down Cal, unless you want to test that gun vs gate theory we’ve been tossing back and forth.

Getting the blade into one of my eyes would be a trick. But I wasn’t referring to you, Goodfellow. Or you, Cal. I meant the humans I walk right by. This city has it’s charm.

Oh and anytime you want to ask me anything, feel free. Or are you going to stick me with that sword you keep waving around?

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*Technically*. I didn't participate. I just came over with them, and slipped away. I'm good at that. That's why I survived.

*slowly lowers gun but watches warily* That is something I don’t mind about New York.

So where were you when the Darkling took me? did I ever meet you then? You all look the same.

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No, I heard about it. The building did kill almost all of the ones in it. A couple gravely injured made it back to Tumulus to curse Darkling's name, before they were eaten.

Female, remember? I was technically part of the next wave.

Compare me to a sheep again and see how red your eyes glow with a blade in them.