Forbidden Fruit; ᴇʟιᴊᴀʜ. ᴍ

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{ Five Hour Disguise }

The sun had begun to set on the horizon line, casting a orange and purple hue over everything it could reach in the French quarter. One of those things were a drained detective, who had walked from the station to the abattoir in record time, unable to appreciate her favourite time of day with the heavy lids she hid behind a pair of chunky sunglasses. Her body hurt in places she could't rationalize, yet her mind remained wide awake to every which sound, it were the wrong state to be in she had decided. It would have been easier to have it reversed, and yet she were stuck to this most unfortunate combo.

The abattoir were warily quiet, knowing that just behind hidden doors vampires were up and bouncing on their heels as they waited for their time to tick out and to be able to stalk on their prowl.

"Diego!" She greeted fondly, her smile beaming as she strolled up to him in his casual disarray. His smile flashed back at her, immediately stepping around her when she got close in order to wrap his figure around her smaller frame.

Diego were possibly the person Nyla were closest to following Marcel, he had always treated her as his friend rather than his burden even when she was a young girl. For that The dark haired woman could never repay such gratitude in any way other then friendship."Miss Detective, Late night on the prowl?" He wondered with laced curiosity, his fingers reaching out to tuck a stray braid behind her shoulder.

She let him lead her body, feeling as though this was the most centred she'd felt in in the last eight hours. She had no idea of time or direction at this point, so even unintentional guidance were appreciated. "More like a late twenty four hours of paperwork, and five hour energy." She murmured, knowing he'd probably had to use his vampire hearing to make sense of all her nonsense. She rested her head against his peck, before quickly noticing the new material he wore."This is new, where from?"

He extended an arm out, showing off the red toned jacket he had draped over his shoulder, it were a little loose admittedly, though it framed the vampire well."Straight outta Marcel's Closet, premium designer, zero dollars." He made a circle with his index and thumb, continuing to escort her up the stairs."Jealous?"

"Extremely, might have to take my own spin in it." She nodded, leaning her head tiredly back down on his chest, causing himself to altar his stance. Now wrapping his arms around her middle and along her back, as Nyla and Diego walked as one unit towards Marcel's room. The detectives eyes had shut temporarily, as she allowed him to have free reign of control over her."Where is the boy king?"

"Hanging out with the half breed Dick." He mumbled, opening the door behind her as he kept them moving. She could hear it easily in his tone, the noticeable lull and tone to his words. Unlike Marcel, Klaus' attack on Theirry had stuck with the vampire and kept his hatred fuelled even now."Guess you're stuck with me."

The room swayed around as Diego removed his arms from around her, helping her to sit back completely on Marcel's overly large bed. It were terribly comfortable however, Diego and The tired woman both knew that true. Marcel always had the nicest things he could get his hands on, and the two always enjoyed the benefits.

Diego reached over grabbing a pillow for her, before tucking it beneath her head. She grinned up at him as he did so, before watching him fall back with a small grunt into all of Marcel's other pillows. "He's with Klaus, Again. Really?" Nyla rolled her eyes at the vampire, unable to hide her judgement."He's such an idiot sometimes, I mean why is he wasting his time. He knows no good is gonna come from letting him stay in town."

"Exactly what I told him, but when Marcel's got a plan, he sticks to it. Even if it's gonna get one of us killed." Diego pointed out in a tentative fashion, earning Nyla's attention. He looked out the far window, silently seething inside his body and mind rather then just letting out. It were both admirable and dumb in her opinion, she would judge him. Neither would Marcel. Nor would Theirry.