Wake up Call

((sorry I Have not posted in such a long time, but rl has been keeping me busy))

As she stood in the Voodoo shop with Tanika she had a smile across her face. She had over the past few weeks grown extremely confident and felt like there was nothing that could break her pride. In layman terms, shes gotten cocky. Earlier in the week she had made Pix her bitch proving a point. Her fighting skills seemed to be getting better, but aside from all that she was here to help Tanika retrieve some items. As they stood waiting for the small coven girl to gather the objects Arcann walked in. She rolled her eyes, just what they needed a drama king. She stood there smirking and smug as she blatantly told Arcann that one of two things were going to happen, either they got the items they came for peacefully or she would call upon Pix to bring forth the items. It was at that time that Arcann grew angry and before she knew entirely what happened her head exploded with pain as she felt what sounded like the sounds of a thousand souls screaming from hell inside. She grabbed her head and screamed. The pain was horrific, already the souls were flooding her thoughts telling her what to do. She ran.. as fast as she could to try and get away.

She crouched behind a dumpster and started to rock back and forth on her feet, the demons and souls growing more and more in control of her mind by the second. She screamed and cried. Soon she felt a moisture pool around her mouth and started to panic slightly when she saw it was her own blood escaping her lips. She looked up as Brianna and Tanika approached and immediately her eyes rolled back into her head as the screaming and pain caused her to go into convulsions.

When the seizure ended she stood still shaky and looked around.. suddenly her mind was filled with Arcann commanding her to relay a message to the Shadows around her. As she did her voice was no longer recognizable and came across low and deep, she telling those around her how the shadows will pay if they do not learn to leave the coven alone. She turned as her voice returned to normal, but by this time her mind was filled with killing and following the commands of the souls and demons within her head. She first turned to Janvier as he lunged at her she quickly flicked her wrists snapping her blades into place as she charged at him. A few short minutes later she stood over him breathing heavily the sent of blood in the air only encouraged her mind she spit on him. As she looked up from Janvier's body on the ground Brianna approached, she was next. After Brianna's blood started to pool on the ground she turned to run to find her next target but was approached by Janvier. Janvier grabbed her hand and as he did she slashed at him with her blades slicing his cheek open.

She walked ran into the church a few minutes after and collapsed to her knees when she reached the front of the pews. As she did the one of the Righteous ran in behind her.. she was ignored as the pain inside her head grew. The screams grew louder then ever as she grabbed her head once again and chanted "Hell" over and over. The blood soon started to form at her mouth again as her body quickly collapsed into convulsions. Her eyes clouded over and became a distinct unfamiliar purple. Once again as the seizure seized she was brought to her feet by Janvier. He pulled her by her hair to stand. She turned to him and saw the anger from him. It only fueled the souls in her head more. They attacked...

She remained there staring at Janvier defeated by body but not by mind. He stared down at her cursing at her only growing angrier. As she stared at him she felt nothing. He looked into her eyes and saw the souls and demons reflecting back at him. He snapped. He raised his fist and smashed it down onto her jaw repeatedly the sound of her jaw being crushed echo thru the cold night air. Soon she was unable to move her jaw, her eyes remained empty as she stared at Janiver. He yelled and screamed at her as he stabbed his tail into her chest. The pain flooded her. His tail making a direct connection between her and him, he yelled at her that she to would now feel the pain that he felt, if she wanted him to bleed, he would bleed. He raised his gun to his own throat and fired it as he lowered it and fired several rounds into his own chest. Her body jerked as if the bullets entered her own body, the pain immediately caused her eyes to roll back into her head. As Janviers own wounds healed immediately he pulled out a knife and carved a J into her chest tearing away flesh muscle and bone. It was at that time that everything went black.

It was several hours later that she slowly woke up rubbing her head as she opened her eyes to see Lorne beside her. She was greatful, she already knew why he was there. She felt like a truck had ran her over and immediaetly felt her chest to see if the wound was still there. She was releived to know that it was gone.. Then suddenly the reality hit her, the flashbacks of what happened, she had almost died. The feeling of cockiness and pride gone, she had almost died tonight and it was a wicked reminder that she was only human compared to her Vampire, demon and werewolf counterparts.. A human that could be easily dispatched.