"Aren't we all Damaged?"
Being a Hybrid has its perks, but it also has its disadvantages. Abigael had been on both ends of those sticks, she's been on them for a while. But there was a fraction in the Demon world that would want her dead and another...
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Abigael Adams, a woman who ran for centuries, always moving, always looking over her shoulder. At the start she loved the life she had with her mother, she taught her the ways of Witchcraft, and showed her things that she couldn't possibly believe if someone else had told her. But they were in seclusion, Abigael could not interact with other people, or go anywhere alone. But it changed when she witnessed the death of her own mother, and it haunts her until this very day...
Abigael sat in a bar, the black leather jacket sitting on her shoulders comfortably, and the glass in her hand was firm in her grasp and not empty. She was living her life to the fullest, though of course it's been up and down, mostly. Abigael rose the glass to her lips, and sipped the neat whisky back as if it was nothing. The cool liquid slid down her throat and to her stomach, she let out a satisfying 'ah', as it was some good stuff for a cheap bar. The bar was lively, customers all over the place, and the jukebox in the corner was playing some sappy country song. Abigael was sitting on a stool at the bar counter, enjoying the time alone.
"Pay up!" A deep voice rang out from behind Abigael, making her cast her head behind her shoulder to see a few men playing pool and the main man won the game. There was a stack of money, a few hundred at least. A smirk danced along her lips as a plan was forming in her mind. She downed the last bit of alcohol in her glass, before placing it on the counter top and swirling on her stool around to see the pool table as it was near the bar.
"Mind if I have a try?" Abigael's angelic British voice rang freely, catching the attention of the main man. His eyes were dark chocolate, his hair short and styled with gel, and his outfit looked more stylish like he worked in a high paid job. She also noticed the expensive watch strapped to his wrist.
"Think you can handle this, sweetheart?" He states, flirting with her as it was obvious.
"I can sure try," she replies with a flirtatious smile, holding up a few hundred dollars. He himself smiled pleasantly, as he held out the pool cue towards her, she lifted from her stool and grabbed the cue from his grasp, while throwing the money onto the table side with the rest that he placed. The guy set up the pool table, racking all the balls onto a triangle shape, with the help of a rack tool. Abigael wandered around the rectangular table, looking all nervous and fiddling with her pool cue as he lowered his position and lined up his shot. He reclines his pool cue and strikes, hitting the white-ball with such force that it hits the other numbered coloured balls that they all scattered along the table. One of the solid coloured balls entered the far corner of the table, meaning the man had now to hit all the solid coloured balls into the holes.
The game was quick, Abigael played dumb on what to do, missing the stripped coloured balls she was supposed to hit, but hit his balls at times, and got a few in for him. Which made him laugh, and his buddies as well. Then, he pouted all of his balls, and finally the black ball, making him the winner of the game.
"Guess I won, sweetheart," he states proudly, his pool cue on the ground as he uses it to lean on for a moment.
"Can we have another game, please? I have more money," Abigael spoke, digging into her jacket pocket, and pulling another stack of bills, but this was hundreds of dollars, and seemingly waving the cash at the man. His eyes seemed to light up with the easy money he would be winning.
