To this she burst into laughter, devil or not, he obviously didn't know who she was,which was good for her. "Simple, I may be a girl but I am far from weak. I also have my talents and can do a hell of a lot that others can't. If you help me, then I'll do whatever you want, within reason and only putting up a fight occasionally."

Mikael was angry, he had been taken there by force and by a girl. "How dare you. . .!" He stopped on his tracks. "A deal? And why would I want to make a deal with you?!" He crossed his arms and frowned. "You're just a stupid and weak girl!"

Glaring at him walking away, she thought real quick, knowing that she needed either a friend or an ally if she planned to make this new place work. She chased after him, yelling, "stop", as she grabbed his arm and yanked him back inside the bathroom, showing more strength than most would think she had. "Don't go. I'll make a deal with you."

"I'll lose against you? Don't make me laugh." He looked at her carefully. "You don't seem to be afraid anymore. This is getting boring." Then he sighed and turned his back to her. "Bye, you're not funny anymore." And he walked back into the mall.

Staying calm this time, her mind reeled, thinking about what she could do and how she could play this one out. Her first thought was to let her anger out and make it clear that she was no one's but her own. Her second thought was to accept it for now, play nice, and hope that it eventually leads to helping her out in the future. Feeling the hand on her shoulder, she jumped slightly, but remained calm, until once again, she was pushed up against the sink, her heart raced slightly, and she grumbled low in her throat quietly. Looking at him, her eyes steady and her voice calm, all she replied was, "Should you decide to tear me apart, I will fight you and you will loose.

The lights went out and Mikael's body wasn't there anymore. When he spoke, his voice came from different places. "I haven't decided what to do with you yet. I could rip one of your arms off." She noticed a hand on her shoulder just for a second. "I could scare you to death. Or. . . Mikael was holding her against the sink again. "I could just kiss you." And he did it. After some time, he steped back and the lights came back to the room. Mikael was smiling. "You're mine."

Smiling playfully, she replied, "Yes, we are. And no one will come in here for awhile only because I scared them all off." Pausing slightly, her smile becoming more pronounced as her eyes began to twinkle devishly. "What exactly do you have in mind, but keep in your mind, that you may only do whatever I allow you to do."

" 'course, it is. And. . . I dunno if you've noticed it, but we are. . . alone." He smiled evily. "I can do whatever I want with you. No one's gonna come here for a while."

Pressing my back up close to the sink so that I was almost sitting on it, I stared back at him, trying to show the same confidence he showed, but failing miserably due to being taken off guard. My breath catching quickly, remembering the last time I was so close to a male, the memories flooding back at me, and making my throat heavy and my voice cracking as I spoke. "So your idea of having fun is scaring me to death?"

He shrugged. "I just wanna have fun." He approached her, confidently. "And it's funnier if you're not human." He put his hands on the sink, imprisoning her between the sink and his body. Their faces separated just by a few centimeters.

She turned sharply, her hair whiping around her, anger in her eyes. "What do you want?" She stared at him, looking him up and down, seeing nothing other than his hair and eyes to give away that he wasn't human. "And what's it to you whether I am human or not?"

Mikael lost track of the girl until he saw a lot of women running and screaming. He walked in that direction and found the girl trying to calm down inside the bathroom. Then, he decided to show himself. "You're very funny. So scared." And he laughed. He was standing near the exit of the women's room, nothing showed that he wasn't human but his shining red eyes and his hair that looked like it was made out of blood. "And to think you're a demon." He smiled, showing his teeth.

Feeling the breeze and hearing the laughter, Nia screamed, and quickly got dressed back in her own clothes. She ran from the dressing room, throwing the clothes at the attendant, saying she was no longer interested in buying anything. She then ran from the store and looked around panicky. Once again seeing no one, she ran to the closest women's room and shouted for everyone to leave. They ignored her, so she let part of her demon out, her voice turning low and demonic, fire burning in her eyes. She yelled again and they all instantly went running out of the restroom. She then calmed herself and walked over to the sink, splashing water on her face and taking another deep breath in, the fire burning behind her eyes as she said to herself, "Okay Nia, get ahold of yourself. It's probably just some kid playing jokes. You're probably not the only one they did it to. Yeah, that's it. Just some human punk out to get it in the end." Splashing water on her face once more, she began to pace throughout the bathroom, trying to keep herself calm.

Mikael followed the girl and stopped right in front of the changing room. He used an old trick and casted a cold breeze inside the changing room and made his own laughter sound near that girl's ear. He was enjoying himself.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up and she got goosebumps. She looked around wildly, flames flashing in her eyes, before she quickly collected herself and took a deep breath in, calming herself to keep her cover. Once again feeling like she was being watched, she looked around, and once again seeing no one, she grabbed the first thing she saw in her size, a black mini skirt, then grabbed a white t-shirt and quickly jumped into the first available changing room. Once inside, she ran a hand through her hair, roughing it up some, then taking another deep breath, she calmed herself down, knowing that she was finally alone. She then looked at the clothing she had grabbed. She wasn't too fond of the t-shirt, they just weren't her style, but she kind of liked the mini skirt and shrugged, deciding to try it on.

Wow, now that was something. Was she afraid of him? Playing with another demon was further funnier than playing with humans. He finished his beer and decided to approach her and observe her movements. She had dissapeared inside a shop, he walked towards it and watched through the storefront, there she was, looking clothes. He turned invisible, entered the shop and followed her. Surely, this was going to scare the crap out of that girl.

She looked around, feeling as if she had eyes on the back of her head, but didn't see anyone. Worried, she quickly dipped into one of the stores, and back away from the entrance, looking around, with a guilty look on her face before she realized no one was paying attention to her and she calmed down. The cashier started eye-balling her suspiciously, probably thinking she was a theif, so she quickly started browsing throughout the women's clothing.

A few days had passed since his encounter with his twin. Mikael was in the mall, having a beer and looking for prey, when he saw her. She was a demon, just like him, and was pretending to be a normal human, but he could sense her presence as she could sense his. He looked at her, she looked young, in her teenages. He stayed away from her, he haven't got many friends amongst his own kind and he didn't trust any other demon.

Nia came from San Francisco, California. They had caught up to her there, but she was sure that this time she had found the perfect place to blend in and pretend to be human. In the back parking lot of the mall, when no one was around or looking, she shifted from her Eagle form to her human form. Allowing her hair to be the usual Dark Auburn red, curly and flowing down to her lower back. Her eyes, a light ice blue, looking like cold crystals shining in a dark cave. Her clothes were faded blue ripped jeans, black converse shoes, a black spaghetti-strap tank top, and a black leather jacket to go over. She quickly walked around to the front of the mall, pretending to have just arrived, and walked in through the front entrance like any normal human would do.

Mikael appeared in his place. He had a house in Hell, most of his things were there and also there were medicines. Blood came out of his wound fast. He had to clean it and sewn it or he would die. He took all that he needed and starter treating the wound. He cleaned it with some water and a special "disinfectant" that took away all traces of holy energy. "That fucking priest!" He grimaced as the needle stuck into his flesh. "I'll kill him, I swear." He finished sewing the wound and put a bandage around it. Then he lay slowly on his bed, rest will fasten the regeneration, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.