"Is that your car?" asked the boy at the 7-Eleven checkout counter. "The shiny black one?"
Electa nodded as she put a Big Gulp coffee down in front of him.
"Cool," breathed the boy, gazing out at the car. It was a Porche Carrera, and the sunshine was glistening off it like liquid onyx. "We don't see cars like that very often."
No, I bet you don't, thought Electa, trying to remember where here was. Cattle Chute, Oklahoma, or some such dismal place. HOME OF THE ROOTIN' TOOTIN' COWBOYS! the bullet-ridden sign outside of town had proclaimed.
"Pump three," she told him.
The boy smiled at her, widening his brown eyes as he rang up her coffee and the gas. "So, are you new in town?" he asked. 'Sam', said his name tag. He was much taller than her--which wasn't that tall; she was just over five-six--and her brown hair had been ironed so straight that you could get a paper cut from it.
After-school job, she thought, pulling out her wallet. Sixteen or so. He probably goes to that giant high school that I passed outside of town.
The thought irritated and amused her in equal measure. She had only seen high school on TV: jocks in their letterman jackets, cheerleaders jumping around the field, couples hanging on to each other at the senior prom. It was another world, one so stupidly innocent that it was frightening. High-school students were old enough to be fighting, but none of them were doing it.
Because hardly anyone actually knew that there was a war on.
"Nah, just passing through," she said. She handed him a couple of twenties.
Sam's face fell. "Oh. I was just wondering if you'd be going to our high school...but I guess you're sort of old for that. What are you--twenty-one or something?"
"Or something," she said with a slight grin. She was actually seventeen, but he was right in a way. In all the ways that mattered, she was old.
He took his time getting her change. "How long are you here for? Because, you know, if you're looking for something to do or maybe someone to show you around--"
There was a beeping sound from her jeans pocket as his cell phone announced a text. Electa's heart leaped. Turning away slightly, she pulled the phone out and flipped it open.
ENEMY SIGHTED, ASPEN, CO, RESIDENCE, 1124 TYLER ST.
Yes! Immediately, Electa felt the fierce buzz sweep over her that she always got when there'd been a sighting. Finally! It had been over a week; she'd been going insane. Putting her phone back in her pocket, she smiled at Sam. Why not? She'd never see him again, anyway.
"Maybe next time," she said, picking up her coffee. "Thanks, though."
"Sure," he said, trying to smile back. "Well...have a good trip."
As Electa pushed open the swinging door, the too-cold air conditioning abruptly gave way to a flat, burning September. She slid into the Porsche. It was low to the ground, and its black leather seats wrapped around him in a dark embrace. It was comfortable as heck, actually, which was good, since she practically lived in it. ASPEN, CO, she punched into the GPS. Estimated time of arrival, 2:47 a.m. Almost nine hours. She'd drive straight through, she decided, taking a gulp of coffee. She didn't need sleep.
Pulling out of the parking lot, Electa turned onto Highway 34 and headed north out of town. If you could call it a town: there were a few dozen grids of streets with clapboard houses and a couple of long, brightly lit strip malls. Just outside the town limits, it all ended and became dust and grain silos and oil pumps. Setting the cruise control to seventy, Electa turned on the radio. The Eagles came on, warbling about the Hotel California, and she grimaces. Switching to her iPod instead, she put on some neoclassical as the Porsche began to smoothly eat the miles.
The Rocky Mountains cradled Aspen deep within them, like a giant's palm lightly cupping a handful of diamonds. The road twisted and turned down the mountain as Electa approached the city.
Her car clock read 2:51 as she crossed into the Aspen city limits. Not bad. The GPS directed him to Tyler Street, a quiet, tree-lined avenue not far from downtown. One of the streetlights was flickering; the rest glowed silently, showing a row of houses with large bay windows and immaculate front lawns. No house lights were on. Everyone was asleep.
Electa parked her car a few doors down from number 1124. Propping her elbows against the steering wheel, she surveyed the house, her dark eyebrows drawn together thoughtfully. Sometimes you could see a sign of them if you knew what to look for, but there was nothing here. It was just an ordinary house, though the front lawn wasn't quite as pristine as the others. A few weeds grew here and there, spiking rebelliously up through the grass.
She'd transferred her rifle to the front seat before she began the descent into Aspen, and now she clicked the magazine into place and sighted along the rifle's length, squinting through the infrared lens at the house. The front door snapped into an eerie reddish focus. She could even read the name on the wrought-iron mailbox that was affixed to the front porch wall: T. Goodman.
Electa snorted despite herself. The creatures often took human last names to help them blend in; nice to see that some of them had a sense of humor.

(So she's an angel hunter, by the way. I can explain that more, if you would like.)

(Okie.I'm good with that.Um,should I make Vexin(Boy Vivi) something that she'd hunt or something?I think he's going to be just a bit less shy and a bit more active.Less stutter for sure.I'm not sure how to drop him in.Oh gosh,I'm real sorry.Should he just be sauntering by reading his book?)

(He could be in one of the nearby houses or something! For this rp I was thinking maybe they could go from enemies to lovers? If you don't like that, I'm totally fine with that. Have you ever heard of angel burn? No? Here, let me explain. The angels' world was slowly collapsing. The angels decided to start sending their kind to the human world. They sent the first wave, hoping that they could find some way to feed their thirst. They started feeding off of human energies, and that's what creates the burn. The burn can be diseases, mental or physical, or death. If the victims don't die, they remember the angel as loving and kind. The CIA noticed, and started an organization, the AK's. The Angel Killers had an organization before the CIA took over, but it was more efficient now. Ooh! Maybe Vexin could be a half-angel or something! Or a hybrid, any type would be fine.)

(Nice! Enimies to lovers sounds great! And that sounds awesome for a story them and plot. I think I'll make Vexin a half angel hybrid. I'll edit a few features of his so he's not identically a male Vivi,and he'll have a faint punk side.)

Vexin was leaning against his house not to far away,side swept short blond hair dangling a little over one of his teal eyes as he read. He had fairly sharp features and a very nice muscle build,he tended to work out in the backyard at times. He muttered as he pushed his glasses up as he read about tectonic plates and such.

(Okay, cool!)

She screwed the silencer onto the rifle's muzzle. It was state of the art, as sleek and gleaming as the rifle itself. Now all she had to do was wait. She settled back in her seat, gazing at the house. Back in the days when they'd gone out in teams, the other AKs had always hated stakeouts, but they were part of the hunt to Electa. Part of the buzz. Your senses had to be on alert; you couldn't relax for a moment.
Almost an hour later, the front door opened. She had the rifle in place in less than a second, watching carefully through the lens. The tall man on the front porch paused to lock the door, then jogged briskly down the steps and strode off down the street, his footsteps echoing with purpose.
Electa lowered the rifle, unsurprised that T. Goodman was in his human form, they normally showed their true nature only when they were feeding. She waited until Goodman had turned the corner, heading toward downtown. Then she got out of her car and softly opened the trunk. She pulled on a black trench coat, eased the trunk closed again and set off, the rifle hidden safely beneath the coat's long folds. She didn't notice Vexin.

Vexin sniffled once and then sneezed into an elbow,teal shirt hugging his body and black pants a bit baggy. He pushed his glasses up,not liking then,and only then did he catch sight of Electa. 'Huh.Ain't seen no one 'round for a while.No one new that is.' He thought,running a hand through his rather thick blond hair that shimmered in the sun.He wasn't to interested but wondered what was up with the rather baggy coat.

As she turned the corner, she could see her quarry about a block away, crossing the street. She slowed, letting her gaze drift out of focus. An aura swam into view around the dark figure: pale silver, with a faint blue light flickering feebly at its edges.
Electa quickened her step. The creature hadn't fed in days, which meant that he must be on the hunt now.
Sure enough, the man led her to a bar downtown. A pair of bored-looking bouncers flanked the front door. Goodman melted into the shadows nearby, attracting no attention from either of them. Half a street away, Electa took up a position behind a parked Subaru, mentally calculating the fallout distance. She'd be fine she decided; she'd gone for much closer than this.
Just then the heavy metal door to the bar swung open, and a man wearing a disheveled business suit stumbled out. The man wove off down the street, humming tunelessly to himself.
Electa straightened as Goodman detached himself from the gloom and trailed off after the man, a tall, silent shadow. With the rifle propped firmly against her shoulder, Electa began to track him. It would be any second now; she was sure of it. Not taking her eyes off Goodman, Electa drew a deep breath to center herself and then swiftly moved the focus of her energy up through her chakra points until it hovered somewhere above her crown.
Wavering, Eddie stopped in his tracks, looking uncertain. Slowly, he turned around. With a dark ripple, Goodman's human body melted away. A blinding, glorious light grew in its place until it was like a beacon that shone up and down the street, illuminating everything. And at the center of the light was a glowing being seven feet tall, whose giant, spreading wings were such a pure white that they looked almost blue.
Half a street away, Electa could hear the bouncers laughing. If either of them glanced this way all they would see would be Eddie standing on his own, wobbling drunkenly on the dark street.
Leaning over the top of the car, Electa squinted through the lens, her hands cool and steady as she aimed the rifle. The angel's face came into focus, magnified several times. As a human, Goodman was as physically attractive as all angels, though Electa knew that if she'd gotten a good look at his face, it would have seemed slightly weird--too intense, with eyes maybe a shade too dark for comfort. But now, in his ethereal form, Goodman's features had an almost otherworldly beauty: proud, fierce. The halo radiated like holy fire.
The halo. Electa sighted on it, aiming for the deep, pure white at its heart.
The angel drew closer to the drunken man, Eddie. The angel smiled, and its radiance increased tenfold, burning the night. Trembling, Eddie ducked his head, unable to bear the beauty of it.
Electa pulled the trigger. As the pulsing energy of the angel's halo was disrupted by the force of the bullet, the creature burst, without a sound, into a million shooting fragments of light. Electa ducked behind the car as a shock wave slammed past her, the angel's scream of anguish echoing in her ears. Still in her enhanced state, she could see the energy fields of every living thing nearby affected by the aftershock.

Vexin kept trying to read but he was shocked by the shock wave that he felt from rather a good distance away. He dropped his book and held his head,shutting his eyes tightly as his glasses dropped off and his other senses heightened. 'Dang it,that ain't no earthquake and ain't an explosion of any type I know...' He thought and quickly lifted his head again and looked around with weak sight.He tried to find his glasses but they weren't in the grass in front of him. 'Unless.' He thought as he dropped to his knee's and felt for his glasses.

Slowly, everything returned to normal. There was silence. Electa brought her energy focus back to her heart chakra. She shoved the rifle under the car for a moment, then walked over to Eddie, who still knelt, trembling, on the sidewalk.
"Hey, man, you okay?" Electa said easily, crouching beside him. The bouncers had stopped talking and looked over in their direction. Electa raised a casual hand to them to let them know everything was all right. Eddie turned a tearstained face to them. He swallowed, shaking his head. "I--there was--I know you won't believe me, but--"
"Yeah, I know," said Electa. "Come on, let's get you up." She put an arm around Eddie and helped him to his feet. Jeez, the guy could try dieting a little. "I've got such a headache," Eddie whined. Angel fallout, thought Electa. Eddie had only been a few feet away, and though most of it had blasted straight back at Electa, Eddie would still feel the effects for days. It was better than angel burn, though.

Anything was better than that.

Vexin finally found his glasses and shoved them on,huffing as he sat back on his legs. "That wasn't anything human..." he muttered,putting a hand to his chest over his heart. "I know that for sure." He felt a tingling in his back as he thought it over,knowing what it might have been,but he shook his head with a swish of that blond hair with black dyed tips rather than pink.