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[Isabeau Adela]

The Vampire’s scent was thick in the air as she moved down the long-since abandoned corridor of the hospital; the filthy bloodsucker made the worst move possible by stealing from her, and as if that wasn’t bad enough the object that he had stolen was more precious to her than the oxygen that sustained her. Her neck felt naked, wrong, without the weight of her mother’s pendant, and picturing the Vampire not only touching her beloved pendant but selling it was enough to rekindle the burning rage that scorched through her veins. The Vampire thought himself tricky enough to escape her eye, but he had been wrong; Isabeau had been relentless in her search and tracked the Vampire all the way back to the city ruins that stood like an eyesore compared to her beloved home. Hunter territory or not, she didn’t truly give a shit. What were they going to do to her? Threaten her? As much as she hated using it, she had a larger threat to shoot back at them: Remy. Hunters were the least of her worries as she stalked down the long hall, which was lit only by the dying sunlight that seeped in through the dusty windows of the rooms she passed by.

The day was growing to an end, and she damned the Vampire even more for choosing to hideaway in the abandoned hospital. 223 years old or not, the dark somewhat scared her outside of Bridgefield and when she was surrounded by the halls of a desolate hospital that screamed haunted, she knew it wouldn’t be long before her imagination took over; and just like that, tingles undulated down her spine and she shivered. The sensation left her feeling as though someone were behind her, watching, stalking her like she stalked the Vampire, but she knew better. She wasn’t being followed, of that she made sure, but the feeling remained. Reminding herself that no one was there, knowing full well that nothing was behind her, Isabeau glanced over her shoulder for good measure before snapping her head back forward and quickening her pace; the sharp sound of her boots hitting the floor echoed off the empty halls, mirroring her heart beat. Awesome. The sun wasn’t even down and already her mind was fucking her over, and she fully blamed the Vampire whose scent was growing ever so sharper. The angel clenched her jaw and pulled the blade she had brought with her from the safety of her tight, black pants.

He was near, she could hear him move around only a few rooms away, and her fingers curled instinctively around her blade. Isabeau’s thumb worked over the metallic shaft, toying with a small ridge in particular before flicking her wrist; the movement drew the blade from its home and she smiled as the sun reflected off of it, her mind, for a moment, reeling with images with the many things she wished could to the Vampire. She had thought of bringing a gun and simply blasting his brains out and not even bothering with allowing him to explain himself; but with the Hell he put her through, she wanted the satisfaction of tearing him apart and watching him struggle to survive. Watching the Vampire suffer would truly amuse her, and make everything he put her through all better. Perhaps then, so long as he didn’t bleed on her, she’d be willing to forgive him.

The blonde angel slowed her pace as she came upon a door that hung loosely open, and from behind it she could faintly hear the Vampire breathing. His stench was enough for her to not want to breathe, but the fact that she had found him quickly outweighed her nose’s protest of breathing. She reached out and gently pushed the door in, the hinges creaking as it steadily fell open. The room quickly came into view and her eyes fell at once on the Vampire; his appearance was even more disgusting than his putrid scent, as he didn’t bother masking his true form with the nearly-human disguise that of his kind hid behind. The icy, blue depths of her eyes swirled as a smirk played over her lips as she watched the Vampire’s eyes widened in recognition; she reacted sooner and the blade was out of her hands before the Vampire could even think of moving or bringing up his shield. The knife sank clean into the flesh of the Vampire’s left shoulder and the bloodsucker hissed wildly, falling backward from the impact. He reeled on the ground for a moment before turning blazing, copper eyes on Isabeau. Pain was evident in his eyes and while that pleased her to some degree, the word she saw forming on his lips did not. Her smile fell as the Vampire hissed once more and opened his mouth to, undoubtedly, spit at her.

”Bitch!” She was on him seconds after the word escaped his lips. Her blonde locks flew over her shoulder as she came, fast, upon the vampire; the Angel’s black, booted foot made contact with the Vampire’s teeth and the sickening sound of shattering teeth filled the room as he fell completely onto his back. Another pain-soaked cry escaped the Vampire and she didn’t make it any easier on the bloodsucker as she reached down and roughly yanked the knife from him. She was careful not to touch the Vampire’s blood as she moved over his body. She tilted her head as she stared down at him, her blonde locks spilling back over her shoulders like a golden waterfall set afire by the fire-tinted rays of the sun. The Angel slowly brought the knife up the Vampire’s neck, pressing the tip in ever so gently. ”Call me a bitch.. one more time.” Her blue eyes swirled with anger, their icy depths turning stormy as seconds passed by. The Vampire, however, seemed not to notice and took it upon himself to crack a piranha-toothed, blood-tinted smile at her before spitting clean in her face. The saliva burned as it made contact with her skin, the blood from his broken and bloodied gums mixing in with his spit. Despite the steadily growing burn spreading over her cheek, Isabeau didn’t move to wipe the acidic concoction from her face. Torturing the Vampire and savoring every moment quickly flew out the window as the last of her patience was drained. His death would be just as sweet, and she shook her head at the vampire before plunging the knife swiftly into his jugular. She repeated the action three more times and then quickly pulled back as blood spurted from the Vampire’s minced neck; it didn’t take too long for the Vampire to bleed himself to death, and soon his convulsing eased into nothingness.

“Fucker.” She let out a small breath as she stepped back and wiped the acidic spit from her cheek with the sleeve of her jacket. Her knife stuck straight from the Vampire’s neck, but that was where it would remain. It was easy enough to replace, and while her cheek was already healed from the Vampire’s acidic blood, she wasn’t about ready to experience more. Besides, searching for her mother’s necklace was more important and she was more than grateful that it didn’t take her long to come upon it stashed away in the Vampire’s pack. The blonde Angel was out the door the second she found the golden chain and locket, not even bothering with putting it on. The sun was sinking lower in the sky, and already a good portion of the hospital’s halls fell to shadows. Isabeau raced through the empty halls and stair wells and only allowed to slow as she finally burst through the front doors and out into the open air. Her fright faded the moment the sun touched her skin, but she still felt more than a little uneasy. Going so far into the ruins wasn’t something she enjoyed doing or made a habit of, and had it not been for the Vampire she most definitely wouldn’t have ever ventured into the hospital; and easy replacement or not, she was now down a knife because of him. A scowl set firm on her face as she glanced over her shoulder, her blue eyes peering through the doors she had only just emerged from. “Fucking leech.” Disdain dripped from her voice as she quickly turned away from the hospital and stepped out into the empty streets. At least her venture had not been all in vain, and was, as she steadily walked down the barren street, over.

t a g Lev

[Lev Milokov]

Coming into work this morning, Lev expected it to be like any other day. He'd get some new "assignments", as well as work on any that he still needed to get done. However, today was going to be a bit different. During a meeting that his boss had called, a few of the other hunters had joked about capturing Remy's daughter and holding it against him. They believed that if they caught her, they could threaten harm and get Remy to do as they pleased. Unfortunately for them, it wasn't as easy, and Lev knew it. Still though, he spoke up in that meeting, and agreed to actually give things a shot. No, he didn't think they could keep her for too long without her father becoming a major threat, but the still wanted to give the hunt itself a try. Of course, he kept that part to himself. Once he caught her, he'd let them do whatever the hell they pleased.

Now it's been three days since that meeting, and finally, one of the other hunters was able to spot Isabeau in the ruins. Lev had his opportunity, and he wasn't about to let it pass on by. So as he walked down one of the halls of The Bridgefield Union's buildings, he decided to take a quick coffee break before heading out. Hell, they said the caffeine was good for energy right? And who knew how much of a fight the angel would put up. Though really, Lev just wanted to relax some before having to work. After a moment or two, he finished up the small cup of coffee and threw the Styrofoam cup away before heading out on his way. As for right now, he'd look like any other person out on the streets. But underneath the jacket he was wearing, where the weapons that practically made him the hunter he is. Without them...well, hunters would have a hard time. He had a shoulder holster, a knife at his waist, and a leg holster as well. Though again, it was all hidden under the jacket that extended just past his knees.

From there, Lev got into his truck and started to drive towards the ruins. Now of course, to be there with a vehicle would seem pretty strange, so he planned on stopping somewhere and walking the rest of the way. After about a ten minute drive, that's exactly what he did. He parked the truck at the side of the road, amongst some other vehicles, and got out. Then the walk itself took about another ten minutes, and Lev hoped that he hadn't taken up too much time. It would've been a waste to head out here and not find the person he was looking for. So once he reached the ruins, he stopped for a moment to survey his surroundings. He was looking for anything that could signal the angel's presence, and a moment or two later, he heard it. The yell immediately caused Lev to shoot his glance over at the abandoned hospital building. Then it was instinct that made him walk over and carefully inside of the trashed hospital.

However, Lev didn't get very far before he heard footsteps coming his way. It prompted him to quickly duck away into another room and he peered around the edge of the wall. Not too far off from him, he saw the angel walk by and out the main part of the building. It was a quick glance, but he knew for sure that he'd found the person he wanted. So once she was out and into the street, Lev carefully followed after and walked out of the building as well. All the while, he knew that his presence alone would draw up suspicion. This place was abandoned, and hunter territory nonetheless. Not too many people came out here, and if you did manage to see someone, you had a right to believe that it was a hunter. That being said, Lev stepped out into the street and carefully closed the distance between them.

Sure, it wasn't the best or most efficient way to approach, but he liked a bit of a challenge. "Being out here alone, quite the risk, yes?" Lev said, announcing his presence. "These other hunters out here, they're not very nice." If it weren't noticeable already, Lev has just flat out admitted to being a hunter. He didn't see any reason to lie, so what was the point? And speaking of those other hunters, Lev had told the truth. A lot of them were vicious, going straight in for the kill and nothing less. Lev wasn't that stupid though. He wasn't about to dive head first into the situation, especially when you took into consideration the angel's father. Lev was only human, while Remy was an angel god. If she called out to him, it'd only mean trouble.

[Isabeau Adela]

Isabeau’s eyes drifted to the side as she walked down the sidewalk, their depths swirling with caution as the feeling of being followed traveled down her spine; it wasn’t long before footsteps sounded off the concrete and her gaze hardened with pure annoyance. She knew what was behind her: a hunter. They had a way of walking that simply wasn’t normal if you listened close enough. The fall of their feet wasn’t sloppy and sluggish like a regular human was accustomed to having; Hunters walked with a predator’s sense, each step calculated and light. If not for her heightened hearing, his footsteps surely would have fallen on deaf ears and the sudden words, dripping with a thick, Russian accent, would have startled her. But they didn’t, and her pace remained even as she walked down the sidewalk, keeping her blazing, blue eyes focused ahead of her. A small smirk spread over her lips as she listened to his words, though there was no true amusement in the action. “A risk for you, perhaps, not me. But I wouldn’t worry so much about it if you just keep your hands and toys to yourself….” Hunter territory or not, she truly didn’t see them as a ‘risk’. What were they going to do to her? If they touched a hair on her head, her father would strike back faster than white on rice. Their heads would be torn from their neck, and one could only imagine what Remy would do if they attempted, or succeeded in, harming her; and all she had to do was send one, simple thought his way, no matter the distance between them. All the Hunter had to do to keep his body intact was be on his merry way and leave her be. If he simply kept to himself, there would be no issue.

The Angle flicked a few blonde locks over her shoulder as she glanced over her shoulder. Her icy eyes drifted over the Hunter’s form, quickly taking in his appearance before they snapped back to the broken-down buildings in front of her. The weapons she spoke of were nowhere to be seen, but that meant nothing. She knew full well that a Hunter went nowhere without some form of death toy. Issy frowned inwardly at leaving her knife in the Vampire, the thought a slightly painful reminder; it was her only form of protection other than Remy, but hiding behind Daddy was something she didn’t make a habit of. In fact, it rather bothered her, and she momentarily scolded herself for not being more prepared. Her annoyance doubled and she ran a frustrated hand through her hair as her pace quickened. “Seriously. Fuck off.” Despite her soft voice, her words came out sharp and biting; it wasn’t a threat, it was a warning. She was simply in no mood to be bothered further, especially not by some irritating Hunter who seemed to have nothing better to do than stalk her.

[Lev Milokov]

Lev's gaze remained on the angel in front of him. He knew that they had telepathy, and in one quick instant, she could get her father out here. Again, that wasn't anything he wanted, and he's seen first hand what the god could do. This was why he was taking things a bit slowly for now, but Lev never really liked it that way. He was the kind of person who liked to actually do something instead of just sit around. So if this chit chat carried on for too long, he'd grow bored. "A risk for me?" Lev asked. "From who, you or your father?"

It was an honest question, and he wanted to know the answer. If you had a father with that much power, you could easily use that against people. Back at his work, they only joked about capturing Isabeau and bringing her back. No one except Lev was really up to doing such a thing because of the risk. "Really, go ahead and run off to daddy if you'd like." Now if Remy really were to show up, all Lev could really do is try to defend himself. He was only human, and didn't stand much of a chance in a fight against a god.

However, Lev wasn't going to let that stop him from doing what he set out to do. And after hearing her tell him to fuck off, he quirked a brow at her. "Why so rude, love?" He really didn't like rude people, but that wasn't much to say when he could be quite the rude person himself. It was simply his personality though, and there was no changing that in Lev. His sarcasm, and his tendency to be an asshole has been with him since he was a child. And speaking of his childhood, he was oblivious to the fact that he's run across this angel in his past.

Back when he was still at that facility that trained hunters, he was out in the streets when Isabeau saw him. She tried to take his gun away, and yes, he had a gun, even as a child. Being that he had another one though, he let her take it after awhile and went on his way. However, that was long enough ago, and wasn't of much importance, so he let it slip from his mind. Now, all these years later, he's come across her again without even realizing it.

[Isabeau Adela]

The Hunter’s words scraped against her like sharpened, jagged nails. In an instant her annoyance flared beyond recognition and she teetered on the edge of actually being quite furious. The words that spilled from his lips slapped the back of her head and out of sheer frustration her footsteps faulted. Of course he’d think that she was talking about her father with her threat; they all did, as if she, herself, posed no threat. Petite in size and nowhere near muscular, everyone only assumed that she was defenseless and fragile. It was irritating and rather degrading; using her father was always used as a last resort, but she first and foremost aimed to hold her own. With the Hunter’s words, however, using Remy at all quickly dissipated. Her pride quickly pushed the thought of calling her father for help right out of her mind; she was tired of being seen as weak, and her annoyance only fueled the fire as she suddenly spun around on her heel to face the Hunter. Her icy eyes narrowed as she glared at him, the smirk that had momentarily captured her lips fell swiftly as she clenched her teeth; the blue depths of her eyes swirled dangerously, growing dark and stormy as her anger escaladed. He had truly hit her last nerve.

“Rude? Really? You want to see rude?” Without thinking, Isabeau stepped toward the Hunter and reached out. Her palms connected with his chest in her effort to shove him back. Anger blinded her as her searing gaze drifted over the Hunter’s face; deep down, she felt a slight itch of recognition, as if she had seen him before. But her irritation quickly stifled the feeling, before it ever had hope of even sparking her interest. He was far too close to her for his own good, and not only was his presence wearing on her, but his apparent interest in her was, if anything, slightly unsettling. Hunter’s never approached her in this manner, and, despite her words and actions, she was growing more and more uneasy with the entire situation; but she wasn’t going to call Remy. She had held her own before, and she could do it again. Her father wasn’t the only one who posed a threat, and after all, the Hunter was only human. She could take him.. right? She would have to, if it came down to that. She wouldn’t accept defeat, and she wouldn’t run to her father. “My father isn’t the only one you and your friends should fear, and if you seriously don’t back the fuck up, you will find out just how rude I can be.” Isabeau’s hands curled into tight fists, and her right hand ached with the lack of knife. Leaving it behind had been a terrible decision.

[Lev Milokov]

He saw her stop in her tracks, and this put the smirk back on his face. His question had done the job it was supposed to, and he returned her gaze as she looked at him. That was when she quickly stepped towards him, putting her hands to his chest and shoving him away. To keep his balance, Lev took a step back from it, and snickered. "Honestly, I would've expected more from someone like you." Since she was Remy's daughter, people could speculate that she might have inherited some of the power that her father had.

To see her simply shove him, was a bit surprising in Lev's opinion. Now that she was close enough though, he took advantage of it and quickly looked her over. It didn't seem like she had any weapons on her, but he wasn't about to leave it that and put his guard down. So even though he didn't think she was armed, he still took the situation quite seriously. "I hate to burst your bubble, but being rude won't get you very far." Her threats meant nothing to him at all, even if she threatened her father on him.

From there, Lev reached into his jacket and put his hand over the gun he had. "On the other hand, this tends to get me things." And with that, he revealed the gun and pulled it from it's holster, but he never pointed it at her. Instead, he held it at his side so he could have if he'd need it. As much of an asshole as Lev seemed, he wasn't going to harm her unless he had to. He respected women, and besides, he didn't actually have to shoot the gun for it to be useful.

There were times when he pistol whipped people, though again, he didn't really want to do such a thing in these kinds of situations. So for now, he just held it at his side and kept his gaze on Isabeau. If she tried to attack, he'd at first attempt to subdue her, and if that didn't work, he'd resort to the gun or any other means of getting her unconscious.

[Isabeau Adela]

Isabeau’s lips set in a tight frown as she eyed Lev, his words sinking in and further struck her nerves. Appearance wise, she was her father’s daughter through and through. Blonde hair, blue eyes; there was no debating who her father was from her looks alone, but her physical strength and abilities? She inherited those from her mother, and that didn’t exactly leave her with much. True, like all Angel’s she had the help of enhanced strength but her strength was little more than average; any fit human would be able to hold their own against her if they were paying close attention to her movements and her body language, and the Hunter seemed more than a little fit. What could she say back to him? He was right, after all. One would think that, being the daughter of a God, she’d have some sort of advantage; but she didn’t, and she was slightly sickened by the fact that the Hunter knew it as well. Her shove had meant to startle the Hunter, backing up her threat, though her threat was growing incredibly idle. While she wanted to slam her fist into his face, break his jaw or nose, he most likely would block her attack before she even came close to making contact, and a move like that would surely tick the Hunter off. The Angel took a step back as he scrutinized her, feeling slightly violated and vulnerable. Like she had done to him, he was sizing her up and without a doubt his eyes would pick up on her lack of protection. Unlike him, her apparel left little hiding places.

She remained quiet as he continued to speak. The truth in his words struck like a bolt, and she inwardly winced. He was right, and she couldn’t deny it. She was clearly at a disadvantage and continuing to be rude would get her nowhere fast; and, if that wasn’t enough of a realization, her blue gaze followed his hand as he reached into his jacket and slowly retracted a gun. Her eyes slightly widened, but other than that she kept her face rather expressionless as she forced herself to eat her own anger and irritation. The thought of backing away, sprouting her wings, and flying out of his reach had passed through her mind, but at the sight of the gun the idea fell. She pictured him shooting one or both her wings, and despite being able to recover from such a blow, her healing would not save her from falling from the sky. Isabeau was trapped and at his mercy, and she was still far too proud to even contemplate calling her father. It was obvious he did not react to violence and threats well, so attempting to intimidate him further would be a futile attempt at escaping the rather sticky situation; but she wasn’t without complete hope. There were other ways to make it out alright, and she wasn’t about to give up without a fight.. just not in the literal sense.

The Hunter didn’t appear to intend to harm her, despite the show of his gun; she wasn’t about to go and do anything stupid. True, if he shot her, she would be able to heal and continue on, but she didn’t fancy pain and if she could avoid it, she would. And at the moment, to her disliking, avoiding such a situation would appear her cooperation. Isabeau swallowed hard, her stare growing colder as she turned her gaze to the Hunter’s. “And what exactly is it you want?”

[Lev Milokov]

Lev could see it in her body language now. She wasn't necessarily giving in, but she was realizing that Lev had the advantage here. He was armed, and she didn't have a single weapon on her. Had he have been one of those cold hearted hunters who didn't give a damn about anyone, he could've shot her on the spot...or at least tried to. However, Lev wasn't like that, and he'd try being nice the first time around. "What I want, love, is you. And don't take that the wrong way." He didn't mean for it to be sexual in any way, but it could easily be looked at like that.

"You see, where I work, they agreed to give a few extra shiny pennies to bring you in. And since that seemed to be a challenge, I accepted it." He never expected it to be this simple...in fact, it was probably one of the easiest hunts he's done at the moment. So after speaking, he took a few steps closer to her, making sure not to do anything that would seem too threatening. "And since you've decided to cooperate, I'll do things the nice way." With that, he reached into his jacket again, this time pulling out a syringe.

"All this is, is a sedative. Besides the small prick, it won't hurt you one bit." From there, he took the angel's wrist and stuck the needle into the inside of her elbow. Then he put the cap back on it, and stuck around in case she went out rather quickly. He was an ass at times, but he didn't want her hitting the ground once she passed out. On average though, it took a moment or two before you could feel the effects of the sedative, so the angel could sit somewhere if she preferred.

Yet Lev had a feeling that she wasn't like that. She didn't seem to give in easily very much, despite what had just happened. And because of it, he wasn't showing much of his asshole attitude. However, if she began to insult him more once she woke up, Lev wouldn't mind changing his ways.

[Isabeau Adela]

Issy rose a brow as the hunter spoke; his words slightly amused her, and were it any other person or a different situation, she would have twisted his words and made them into something that they weren’t. But the hunter obviously meant business, and she wasn’t going to go messing around when she had no way to readily defend herself against someone so prepared for a fight and surely carrying the entirety of a gun shop and then some. The stupidity and audacity of the hunter’s was also a tad shocking, and it left her rather speechless. Her mouth slightly fell ajar as she stared fixedly at the hunter. For a few extra bucks he was coming after her? It was a daring decision, as well as plan, considering who her father was and how easily it would be for him to kill the hunter; especially after what the hunters had planned years ago, when they had viciously slaughtered her family before her very eyes. If her father ever truly recovered from that blow, she didn’t know about it, but she knew that it was something that haunted her father day in and day out. So what was their plan this time? Kidnap her and hold her for ransom? Or were they simply aiming to finish what they had started? Isabeau’s eyes searched the hunter’s face for an answer, but any answer eluded and kept her in the dark as to what the hunter’s intentions were; and him doing things the ‘nice’ way was no consolation. She wanted to know exactly what he was planning on doing with her.

“What are you goi-“ The blonde angel blinked surprisingly as she cut herself off, instinctually stepping back as the hunter suddenly advanced, pulling from the inside of his coat a syringe. Before she could react he grabbed hold of her wrist and stuck the needle clean into her arm. She winced back from the small, fiery prick as the substance leaked into vein. Well, what could she do now? Nothing; she cursed herself for letting her guard down and allowing him to even step toward her. Letting him close enough to be able to so easily grab her was an incredibly idiotic move on her part, whether or not she had accepted the fact that she’d have to cooperate. A sedation was not necessary, and hardly ‘nice’ as the hunter had so kindly put it. The clear liquid was slowly spreading through her body, and she could feel it steadily taking effect. Already her mind was growing hazy, like someone had set up a fog machine inside her head. Isabeau’s blue eyes burned with anger and momentary defeat, still too proud to call for her father. This was her problem, and she would fix it… somehow. Her hands balled into tight fists as she fought the substance running through her veins, and despite her effort she swayed on her feet, all the while glaring at the hunter with clear anger and disdain. In her moment of haziness, something in her mind clicked and things fell into place even while her coherent thoughts slipped slowly away from her. Recognition gnawed at her as she stared into the hunter’s blue eyes, and her mind spend back to an image of those same cold, stubborn blue orbs. Whether he knew it or not, they had met before and just like now it was anything but happy; and the hunter apparently hadn’t changed in the slightest over the years… minus appearance. She swayed on her feet again but caught herself as she tipped forward, the movement bringing her closer to the hunter.

The angel narrowed her eyes at the hunter as she glared up at him, taking advantage of the lessened distance between them and letting her eyes drift over his face. He was indeed the boy she took the gun from all those years ago; just her luck that he would find his way to her home years later, gracing her presence yet again with his grating attitude. "You’re still an asshole.” Warmth exploded in her head a second before the world finally darkened around her and she slipped into a forced unconsciousness.

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Isabeau’s head pounded as consciousness greeted her, bringing her out of her dreamless, unconscious state. It felt as if she had only blinked, though she knew more time than a mere second had passed. A small groan slipped between the angel’s lips as she steadily woke, the haze that clouded her mind slowly dissipating. Without opening her eyes she judged that she was in a chair, and in a rather uncomfortable position. She rolled her head to the right and her neck ached with the movement, more aware of how long she had been sleeping in the same position than she was. Her back was next to ache as her body, too, awakened and with the aches came her other senses. She could sense the hunter in the room with him, could hear his breathing and movements, and without a moment’s hesitation her irritation and frustration flared. “You didn’t have to do that.” She hissed as she peeled her back from the back of the chair and sat forward, roughly rubbing her eyes as she attempted to wipe the last of the forced sleep from them. Her jacket stuck uncomfortably to her and out of pure impatience and frustration she quickly unzipped it, tore it off and threw it to the floor, happy to have worn a simple, white tank top underneath the security of her jacket. A cool rush of air met her bare shoulders and she sighed, finally opening her eyes and narrowing them against the sudden onslaught of light.

Her sight, blurred from her vigorous rubbing, slowly came back to her and the first thing she noticed was a desk. The chair she sat in was placed in front of the cliché work desk, as if she were in some kind of an office. Where the Hell was she? Isabeau’s golden hair fell over her should as she turned around in her chair, blue eyes sweeping over the room and taking everything in before they fell on the hunter. Her lips set in a firm frown, the depths of her blue eyes brightening for an instant with irritation before curiosity squelched it. The blonde angel raised a brow, unable to contain the curiosity that washed over her like a sudden rain. “Where am I?”

[Lev Milokov]

Once the injection was a done deal, Lev waited for it to do its thing. He saw the angel sway on her feet, all while keeping her gaze on him. The words she muttered, didn't mean much to him at all. Sure, he was indeed the hunter she had come across years ago, he just didn't remember it. It meant very little to him back then, so it faded away rather quickly. And now a days, he just knew her as Remy's daughter, not someone he's run into in the past. So once she uttered those words, he saw her pass out, and caught her before she could hit the ground.

Then he reached into his pocket, pulling out a phone and calling up his boss. He had parked his truck a pretty good distance from here, and Lev wasn't about to carry the angel all the way to it. Especially since he parked where others could see him. It wasn't everyday that you say a guy carrying a woman and stuffing her into a vehicle. It drew up suspicion, and that was one of the last things he needed. So about five minutes later, an SUV pulled up, and another hunter got out. Like clockwork, the two of them carefully put the angel in before getting in themselves.

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About an hour had passed from the time Lev had rendered Isabeau unconscious. And in that hour, he managed to do what he was known for. Drink. It was his way of celebrating the catch he managed to reel in, and for once, no one cared that he was drunk at work. Usually, he'd get yelled at for it, but not today. And now that he was settled in, he walked into the room where they had left the female. He waited there a few moments, before finally seeing her stir and open her eyes.

"Rise and shine, love." He said to her as he pushed away from the wall he was leaning against. "And as to where you are...I can't really tell you that now, can I? Wouldn't want you ratting anyone out to dear daddy." Of course, this was only a makeshift place. So even if she did report them and say where she was taken, Lev and the rest of the hunters wouldn't be here. They'd be long gone...and he'd make sure no one messed up this time. Lev knew about the screw ups his kind had made in the past, and he didn't want it happening again.

[Isabeau Adela]

Rise and shine? Was he being serious, attempting to be funny or simply trying to piss her off again? Isabeau slightly glared at the hunter as he pushed from the wall he leaned against and crossed her arms over her chest, raising a brow as he objected to telling her where he had brought her. Was that the thanks she got after cooperating with him back in the ruins? Apparently he didn’t know a thing about manners, especially after sticking her so kindly with his syringe. The angel took in a small breath of fresh air to settle the nerves she felt him stepping on as he yet again brought up her father. “If you’re so worried about my father finding you out, then why the Hell would you come after me? You do realize that if you harm even a hair on my head that, that is an immediate death sentence? That makes little to no sense. As it is you’re walking on a very thin line. My father is going to know I am missing, if he doesn’t already know.” How much timed had passed between passing out and waking up? Minutes, an hour, or several? She didn’t know, but if her father discovered her missing, things would not be good for any of the brilliant humans who dared go against the angel. “My father isn’t going to take too kindly to this, if he doesn’t already presume me dead.”

Isabeau a few steps toward the hunter and closed a good amount of space between them, dropping her arms from her chest and placing her hands on her hips as she stood a few feet away from the man. “You are insane for going along with this. You do know what your little band did to my family, yes? If my father discovers me missing, he will destroy everything in his way to find me. If my father finds me, he will destroy you and everyone who had anything to do with this.” Isabeau tilted her head as her eyes swept over the hunter’s face, studying him. If by his scent she couldn’t have detected that he was drunk, by the glistening in his blue eyes she could have attested that he had, had one too many drinks. Violence and anger was obviously not how she was going to get out of her unfortunate predicament, and the sweet poison running its course through the hunter gave her an idea beyond simply eating her annoyance and behaving. If he were sober, the plan that was quickly forming in her mind wouldn’t, without a doubt, work, but he wasn’t sober and she was never one to care about taking advantage of people in their inebriated state. Alcohol, she found, made men putty in just about anyone’s hands, and perhaps she would be no different; perhaps she had found her way out.

The angel moved closer to the hunter, until they stood less than a foot apart, and dropped her hands from her hips. “That is if I don’t come home. If you let me go, you have my word that my father won’t know a thing about this.” Her blue gaze yet again drifted over the man’s face; though this time she looked at him in a completely different light. She couldn’t deny that he was attractive, and had it been a different situation she’d have come on to him in hopes of simply enjoying him rather than ultimately escaping him; but she quickly waved that thought away, and instead used the attraction to her advantage. It made her plan that much easier to act on. A small smirked played over Issy’s lips as her hands rose again, though this time to travel up the hunter’s torso as she finally closed what little space remained between them. Lightly pushing him back against the wall he had just been leaning against, she stood on the tip of her toes and brought her lips to the hunter’s ear. “You can have me all you want, but you can’t keep me here and you know it.”

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[Lev Milokov]

A keen smile came across his lips as he heard the angel's question. "I came after you for the hell of it. No one else here would, so I went ahead and did so myself. It's all for the thrill." Okay, so it wasn't exactly much of a challenge to get her here, but Issy giving in wasn't something he expected. He really didn't even have to do much besides threaten her and inject her with the sedative. And as far as her own threats went, he knew that Remy would tear this city apart to find her. That didn't hold much weight with him though.

As the angel took a few steps closer to him, he kept watch of her every move, just in case. "Go ahead and hide behind your father again, and yes, I'm aware of what our predecessors have done. That's their fault though, not ours." Lev was also aware that it was the hunters of the past who created the mess of other species, and he'd admit that it didn't please him. Though again, it wasn't really his fault, or the fault of any other hunters of today.

That being said, Lev also knew about a small portion of Remy's past that he's experienced himself. Whether or not he's told his daughter though, he wasn't sure. But whatever the case, Lev remembered it as if it were yesterday. The day that Remy, and a group of his angels had raided the place he trained at, and killed hundreds of kids who didn't stand much of a change against them. Lev was one of the few there who survived, and he never told very many people about it. So far...Issy was one of the people he wasn't going to tell. What would it gain him right now?

As she got even closer, a smirk came to the corner of his lips. If she planned on attacking him somehow, he was prepared for it, even tough he was drunk. Once he heard her words though, and she pushed him back against the wall, his smirk widened. "No, we can't keep you here, but we can keep you elsewhere." He then put his hands on her shoulder, and gently pushed her back some. He was trying his best not to fall for her game, but he would've had to admit that he found her attractive.

In his mind, there were two separate sides of his personality in play right now. The instinctive side was telling him to ignore her and move on with what he had to, but his "typical" side, and the party animal in him, was telling him to play along.

[Isabeau Adela]

"Elsewhere?" Issy giggled softly and rolled her eyes. Was the hunter simply too drunk or was he merely too daft to grasp the concept that it didn't matter where she was, or where they took here, or who was watching over her. Her father was going to find her eventually, if she wasn't released, and when he did there would be much Hell to pay for all involved in her kidnapping. "Do you really think you can keep my father from finding me? You know he will find me, no matter where you keep me, and when he does it won't be pretty for anyone. I know you're smarter than to actually go through with this idiotic plan." But she wouldn't let it drag on to the point of her father discovering her missing; she wouldn't allow her father to be dragged into the mess she was far too stupid to avoid. She was going to save herself the way she wanted to, and she was going to get her way; stubborn, persistent, and determined, Isabeau always made sure she got her way.

Ignoring the fact that he had gently pushed her away from him, Issy shrugged his hand off her shoulder and once more pressed her body against his as she once more pushed him against the wall. The look in his eye wasn't hard to miss; as much as he was fighting it, the drunk man in him was still present and clearly yearning for what she was offering. That was a good sign, and all he needed more was a bit of persuasion and guidance. Isabeau stood on the tips of her toes as she brought her face closer to the hunter's; her blue eyes once more fell over the hunter's face, tracing from his eyes, to his nose, to the soft curves of his mouth. Her attraction to him burned even deeper as she brought her right hand up his torso, willing him to give in for slight reasons other than simply wanting to get the Hell out of there; her finger tips ever so gently traced the hunter's lips as she brought her face closer to his. Dropping her hand back to his chest, Isabeau smiled as her lips hovered over the hunter's tempting mouth. "You should really just shut up and kiss me."

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[Lev Milokov]

The angel had a point here, and Lev knew it. Remy was a God, and if he wanted to find his daughter, he eventually would. There wasn't any real safe place to keep her, especially since angels had the ability of telepathy. She could stay in contact with Remy whenever she needed, and even though Lev didn't truly care if the angel God came after him, he cared about the fate of this organization. He didn't want it to collapse, and other hunters to die because he'd gone with a challenge to kidnap Remy's daughter. He's already seen what he could do, and he didn't want to see it again.

"Honestly, is that all you can do, constantly using your father as means of a weapon?" Lev knew damn well what he was getting himself into, so he didn't need anyone else to tell him. Though again, she had a point, and Lev couldn't keep her anywhere for very long without endangering others. Whatever the case though, he found it rather weak to hide behind someone else, and he wasn't phased by Issy at all. However, as she pushed him back against the wall again, he could tell that he was close to giving in. He really wouldn't be able to do much to her without pissing Remy off, so why not give in to something he wanted when she was offering it to him?

When she got closer to him and put her lips near his, he smirked a bit at her remark. He'd surely get yelled at if his boss or the hunters saw him doing this, so he'd probably have to take it elsewhere. "That's quite the advice." Lev said, the smirk still on his face. "But, if that's what you want...." From there, he put his lips to her's and did as he was told. It didn't last too long though, before he broke away and looked at the angel. "Before I get words thrown at me, we should take this someplace else."

By now, it was clear that he'd given in. Because he was drunk, and the angel was tempting him, his wants and desires overtook his morals. Given if he'd been sober, this wouldn't have worked as easily for her. That being said though, Lev's judgment wasn't completely shot. Should someone storm in here looking for trouble, he could easily get into a more serious mode, and fight the person off.

[Isabeau Adela]

Isabeau allowed the comments about hiding behind her father to slide; she wasn't hiding behind her father, nor was she attempting to. She merely told the hunter the truth and why he should let her go rather than keep her. The entire plan truly was idiocy. Did they really think that they could take her and play keep away with Remy? They would lose, horribly lose, and the hunter had to know that. She hadn't been using her father to scare him, but to rub in the fact that he truly had not choice but to let her go in the end if he wanted to save him and his friends a lot of grief. But arguing the point grew fairly useless as she smiled, catching his smirk and the gleam in his eye as he spoke of her 'advice'. By the tone in his voice she knew she had one, and just like she had planned, she was going to get what she wanted; and at the moment it was the drunk man before her.

Yes, she did want him to kiss her, and she smiled as his lips gently pressed against her own. Drunk or not, she couldn't deny that the taste of his lips, as well as their touch, was pleasing and she leaned into the kiss only to have the hunter pull back. A surprising rain of disappointment washed over her as he moved away from her, taking with him the kiss that didn't last nearly as long as she wished it to. "And where do you suggest we go?" Isabeau raised a brow, questioningly, as her eyes traced the hunter's tempting lips. Why couldn't he simply go back to kissing her? He was more pleasing when he wasn't talking. "What is wrong with right here?" She bit at her lower lip before standing on the tips of her toes once more, leaning in toward Lev as if she were going to kiss him. "We could just lock the door."