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Chapter 9: Bad Ass B*tch

Cingetorix watched as Ferya and the woman named Samantha settled, half sitting in the booth, watching something on a small handheld computing device. The witch had called them 'kitten videos' and it was sending both her and Ferya into fits of giggles. She felt a wave of displeasure from Lucifer, noting Baltha and the vampire named Timothy at the bar after they had followed Lucifer outside not long before then. Baltha was grinning and generally giving the leech a hard time, oblivious to the dark scowls it was earning him from the man.

She was standing beside the booth, watching them and the rest of the bar with half interest, still trying to get used to the noises and smells of the place.

"How do you do that?" The human who didn't smell quite human was standing beside her, watching her intently.

For all intents and purposes, Torix should have appeared like a human. One with flame tattoos covering her, but her ears, her pure black eyes, everything that made her kin, was glamoured.

According to Baltha. She glanced to the table where Murchadh was having a luke-warm discussion about battle tactics with Urdu and the other vampire, then back to the human. "Do what?"

"I know you're not human. Even if you look it. I can sense a supernatural." Meri, Torix rememered that the woman's name was Meri, and she was giving her a blunt look. It wasn't aggressive, but Torix knew she was being assessed.

"No. I used to be Tuath De, a different tribe than Murchadh." She shrugged, looking down to her hands, which were normal for the moment. Normal, aside from the tattoos on them, the dark manifestations of power that Baltha couldn't hide.

"Yeah. So like a Gaelic elf or something. Lord of the Rings bullshit." The woman took a drink of her whiskey, smirking to her. "But you said used to be. What are you now?"

Torix shrugged and glanced towards a pair of shifters that were sitting a few booths down, drunk and playing a card game. "Alive."

Meri snorted at that, drawing her gaze, her look a little darker. "As opposed to..."

"Torix killed the Angel, Uriel. The resulting explosion of power should have killed her. The drain of life force caused by using Baltha's axe to do it, also should have killed her. The destruction of her soul caused by turning against a higher being of day kin, to which she was so aligned, should have erased every trace of her." Urdu murmured simply, her words soft, if only because it appeared as if Sam and Ferya had fallen asleep. "Lokael, Baltha and Ferya did what they could to protect her, but Lucifer had to recreate her in order for her to survive."

"So she's alive." Carbry glanced from the General over to Torix, raising one curious brow. "A fitting answer, it seems."

Torix frowned softly, giving the woman an apologetic look. "I don't mean to be cryptic. I just don't know."

Meri's expression turned more understanding in an instant, and she nodded, "I get that. You're a science experiment, like me. That's cool. What do you do?"

"Do?" Torix offered a shrug, "not much at the moment, try not to kill people."

"Fair enough." The human smirked to her, laughter showing in her eyes as she took another drink. "Ok. So how do you do that, with the darkness... It moves around you, like you could step into it and disappear. Like it is a sentient part of you. It's fucking creepy as hell."

She laughed then, offering another shrug, "I... some of it is instinctual, I guess... I'm still figuring it out. I can... travel with it."

"It makes her impossible to track." Murchadh offered thoughtfully, "my best hunters can't find her unless she wants to be found."