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2/2The Spirit and the Damned

The Spirit and the Damned

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"What the fuck were you thinking!" Sam shouted, prodding the taller girl in the chest with a finger, gesturing towards the door of the room. "Why would you ever think that bringing him here was a good idea?!"

Tucker stood next to the black-haired teen, arms folded across his chest and staring at the blonde with a mixed look of betrayal and disappointment. Danny wouldn't even look at her, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. He watched the door unblinkingly, as if afraid the subject of their conversation would burst in at any moment.

Angie knew he was still sitting on the couch in the living room with Ellie and Valerie. Playing nice, for now.

Her attention returns when Sam lets out a wordless scream, tugging sharply at her hair and stomping one foot in anger. Danny glanced over at her for a moment before returning to his silent vigilance, pulling his knees up closer to his chest.

"We trusted you! I trusted you! I thought you were trying to help us, but you just went and set a murderer loose. Why ? Because you felt bad for him??" Sam continued, either not noticing or ignoring how Angie's hands curled into fists by her sides during the tirade. "He tried to kill us!"

"Because that could have easily been me!" Angie roared, gesturing violently to the side with one hand. "Because really? I'm not all that different from him! Do you know why I came to Amity Park? Why the only family you've ever heard me talk about is my 'Aunt Lucy'? Because my mother is dead! Because the only family I had for seventeen fucking years was murdered in front of me, and I couldn't do anything!"

Everything was silent for a moment as the trio stared at her. She had changed during her rant--her ears were long and tapered, pupils becoming catlike slits, and fangs seemed to appear in her mouth. An uncanny similarity to the ghost they'd been arguing over, especially with her hair floating around her head in a golden cloud.

Danny had grown deathly still, staring at the nephilim with wide, glowing green eyes. None of them had ever seen her like this--she sometimes looked different during a fight, but now she didn't even look human .

"I've killed people too, you know. I didn't kill the men who murdered my mother, but I helped to take down the group they were part of. So, maybe think about that before you start pointing fingers next time." The half-angel finished quietly, folding her arms and turning away from them.

There was a minute of stillness before the three left, Sam slamming the door shut behind her.

Dan wasn't entirely sure how to interact with the two teens in the living room with him. Valerie gave him a weird feeling in his chest, and he kept finding himself staring at her. Finally, she seemed to have enough of his staring and she spoke up.

"What? Is something wrong with my hair?" She asked, raising a hand to comb through the thick curls.

"Oh, uh n-no, it's just... It looks nice. You should keep it long." He replied awkwardly. Talking with his Valerie was usually limited to quips during fights, which made being around this younger Valerie weird.

Ellie, though--he wasn't entirely sure what to think about her. Really, he wasn't entirely sure who she was . She looked like a much younger version of himself--which sparked off a bit of discomfort, but it was so long ago he managed to push it down without showing anything--but she seemed to be a halfa as well.

She didn't seem to know anything about him, either, given that as soon as he sat down she moved to sit next to him and started to braid his hair, humming and asking him questions.

"You're so muscley, can you throw a car? That would be super cool!"

He snorted, a small grin spreading across his face.

"I'm pretty sure you can throw a car, kid."
"Yeah, but you look really strong so it's cooler."

Valerie snorted at that, rolling her eyes affectionately at the younger girl's antics.

"I'll take your word for it."

The sound of a door slamming against the wall startled the three of them into looking up. Sam marched towards the door, dragging Tucker and Danny with her and slamming the apartment door shut behind them.

A sigh from the other side of the hallway pulled their attention to where Angie stood in the doorway, leaning against the door jamb and rubbing her forehead with one hand.

Dan got another weird feeling in his chest, different from the one Valerie gave him, but just as intense.

"Okay. You can stay here with me, I guess. I'll... I'll keep trying to talk to them, but for now maybe try to stay out of their way."

He was pretty sure no matter what she tried, they would never be alright with him being there, but he would let her try.