Lock Me Up {Lucy}

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“And you know what the schmuck said next?” Raising his brows, he shook his head incredulously at the tattooed men gathered around him. There were rapt looks on all of their scary ass faces, and one or two were even leaning toward him, as if waiting to scoop up the images he was providing and shove them into their heads for him.

With a flourish, he slammed his fist down onto his open palm and exclaimed in a squeaky voice, ”You can take that sledgehammer and shove it right up your ass!”

A roar of laughter practically shook the iron bars surrounding them, as ten voices pitched into the fray. Leaning back against the dirty, graffiti covered walls behind him, Caleb basked in the sound with a proud look on his face. Ah, he did so love to share his past exploits with the locals; compare notes and rehash the good times, as it was. Sure, he was standing amidst a gaggle of gangbangers, drug addicts and their dealers, and a few guys he was sure would end up in the state pen in the next year or so…but hell, he was used to it by now.

Standing in that dirty cage, he felt more at home than he did out on the street, as sad as it sounded. But, then again, a guy spends 5-8 behind bars with rapists, murderers and all out scary dudes, and a guy gets his priorities rearranged for him. At least in there, he knew who to watch out for and who had his back.

Now that he was out and away from the ‘Family’ that sent him into prison in the first place, he didn’t have those luxuries. Out here, in the real world, it was so easy to hide in plain sight. Why was it that he just knew he’d be dead sooner away from prison, than in it? Gah, there was something wrong with that; there had to be…

”O’Shay. O’Shay, get your ass over here now!” A voice boomed over their laughter, and like a switch being flipped, the amusement leaked out of the building.

”Christ, CO, you just know how to kick the shit outta a funny story,” Ignoring the glare he was getting from the other side of the bars, Caleb turned to give his ‘buddies’ a few pats on the back and words of encouragement. There were a few in there that still had a chance; who weren’t as junked out or jaded as the others and he wished them the best.

He knew from experience that the life he led wasn’t one he’d wish on anyone. Man, he’d love to think that he’d just met the next big shot lawyer, who’d pulled himself out of the gutter. Yeah…that’d be cool.

The cuffs around his wrists chafed like a bitch, but he refused to show it as the officer frog marched him through the precinct and took him to booking. Then he waited patiently as the usual routine started; the signing out, the taking of the personal belongings; it was all second nature to him. He even went so far as to make a game out of it; pissing the cops around him off by snagging one’s badge right off their shirt and declaring that he was really narcotics undercover. He stopped when guns were fondled, thinking that a prison term was nothing when compared to a bullet in one’s as.

Finally, he was escorted to the front door and more or less booted out. Rubbing the seat of his pants with a grumble and glare at the female booking officer who’d really hated his ‘impersonation’ of a doughnut salesman, he sighed dramatically and fell against the side of the building.

So, there he was; two days in the hole, lost for beating a punk kid who was intent on shoving his girlfriend’s face into a wall and about two hundred short for his efforts. Man, the one time he actually committed violence to help someone, and HE was the one who took the ride straight down to Lock Up-ville. There just wasn’t any justice in the world!

…And there also wasn’t any cash in his pocket. Damn, there was a major downside to accepting jobs that paid AFTER the goods were delivered. With a grumble, he yanked out a pack of cigarettes from the plastic bag containing his belongings, and lit up.

Ah, sweet Lady Nicotine; always welcome company when he was about to become homeless. Gah.

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WORDS: Enough
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
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[Lucy Sky]

“Give ‘em a break! Loose. The. stake!”

The chant was actually pretty ridiculous considering the whole ‘stake through the heart to kill a vampire’ thing was a clique anyway, but Lucy was trying to prove a point. Staging the protest outside of the seedy hunter bar, the sometimes Yoga instructor/Dog Groomer marched back and forth with her heart and peace sign painted picket sign in order to discourage the patron within from hunting without conscience.
Being a witch herself, the woman knew a thing or two about the ignorant discrimination ‘her people’ faced, and had been dealing with since time began. Lucy Sky didn’t really consider herself a supernatural because her kind of magic had been passed on naturally ever since…well, forever, but she had a certain soft spot for the kinds of otherworldly beings the folks inside liked to shoot first and ask questions about later.

Soft spot was putting it mildly, though. You could say they got her all hot and bothered. Yeah, she liked to date bad boys…or girls, depending on the day of the week. She wasn’t picky. Vampires, Werewolves, Demons (sometimes, if they had half a brain), they really did it for her. She was a free-spirited, open-minded kinda’ girl that liked to ballet dance on the edge. Why settle for a plain and boring when you could have real spellbinding stimulation?!

“Let werewolves live in peace! Loose. The. leash!”

Okay, yet another outlandish chant that made no sense, but it worked for her. The hunters inside would get it. Lucy was really pushing it tonight. In less that an hour she’d had a number of bad-tempered hunters come out to cuss at her, a car load of drunk teenagers stop their car to take pictures, and less than ten minutes ago the bar owner had come out with his shot gun and a warning that he hated super-lovin’ demon huggers about as much as he did daisy-pushing tree-cuddlers (which she just so happened to be one of those too).
He’d told her that the cops had been called but she didn’t believe it. His kind didn’t take to kindly to the law on their turf either considering most of them had fake identities out the wazookie, were criminals themselves, and some even murders. Of course, the last straw in his cocktail might have been when she’d crossed the non-violence line by stomping real hard on his toe.
Who could blame her?! He was all up in her face and his breath was horrible!

Lucy groaned when the flashing blue lights appeared to make a discotheque of the parking lot and then hid the picket sign behind her back and flashed the approaching officer one of her best ‘I didn’t do it’ smiles.
“I wasn’t breaking any laws Mr. Police Officer.” The subway toll-taker/supernatural rights activist argued when he turned out to be the ‘ask questions later’ kind and slapped the cuffs on her wrists. She was still arguing her case when he put her into the black and white and continued on during the drive to the precinct, but honestly, Lucy knew it was no use.
She was a regular down at the station. The cops liked to make fun of the woman and her campaign; they had no clue about the war between heaven and hell where earth was the battlefield. Usually they stuck her into a cell and let her sleep it off thinking she was some kind of drunk or Schizo, but the night was still early and Lucy Diamond Sky had no intention of wasting it behind bars. After a while she got quiet, formulating her escape plan down to the very last detail. Officer Stupid didn’t realize that nifty charm belt around her hips wasn’t just an accessory. Those trinkets dangling all pretty-like were actually a number of very potent hexes and spells.
Lucy was pretty sure she’d worn the sleepy-time spell she’d been perfecting for a couple of months, and the little blue orb next to her left pocket was a doozie of a flash-bang charm.

By the time they pulled up to the side entrance to the precinct where non-violent criminals were taken in as well as released, the chocolate haired witch had already palmed the vial containing what she believed to be the sleeping potion.
“I got rights you know.” She told the youngish police man animatedly, and her large blue eyes were fairly sparkling with mischief. The cop smirked and returned with something like, ‘yeah yeah, he’d heard it before’, but it didn’t matter, because by now he was pulling her towards the jail by the elbow and she was ready to get the heck out of dodge.

“No, really…I have rights.” Lucy told him with more purpose now, and squirmed out of his grasp, twisting and tossing the vial at him with the hand still clasped behind her back. “And vampires do too! And skin walkers! They’re not all bad you know!”

It landed on the man mid thigh as an explosion of golden smoke and delicate glass, but instead of falling out like a log like he should have from the sleepy-time spell, a thin vine of green began to erupt from the darkened stain on his pants. The officer was pissed already because of her impertinence and childish remarks, but his eyes grew wide with confusion with the vine began to grow at a rapid speed, climbing up his leg like a super weed sprouting little yellow flowers.

“Oh….I’ve been looking for that one.” Lucy said absently, not phased one bit by the fact there was a man in front of her quickly becoming a living butterfly garden. The officer on the other hand was freaking out. The vines were spreading at a rapid pace and sprouting multicolored flowers and little bud all over. It was a harmless spell, really, but you couldn’t tell by the way he was jumping up and down and swatting at the foliage. Sky just smirked and twisted so that she could look near her back pocket, where the hazy azure filled orb was hanging from her belt. That defiantly had to be the one. Grasping it with only some difficultly due to the handcuffs, Lucy tugged it off her belt and tossed it onto the floor below the cop, smiling in satisfaction with it erupted with a silvery-blue cloud of smoke.

As soon as the human officer got a whiff of the haze, he dropped like a log; sawing through lumber with a loud snore. Lucy bounced a little and giggled, bending down to pull the ring of keys from his belt.
She didn’t waste time trying to lose the cuffs there, not when another officer could come out at any time, so instead the witch palms the keys and scurried off, absently addressing the guy who’d been leaned up against the building during the whole scene as if he hadn’t just seen a thing.

“Hey…he’s gon’ wake up in about ten minutes. If you’re still here tell him I went that way.” She gestured to the right as well as she could with her hands behind her back in shackles, and then took off to the left.

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With a sigh, Caleb leaned back against the side of the precinct and watched the crowd filing in and out of the building. He was getting a few weird looks by the cops marching through those double doors and more than a few winks by some nice looking hookers, but he ignored them all. Lady Cigarette was the only girl worth his time and he had more important things to do, than make funny faces at those staring at him. What the fuck was he going to do now, for Chrissakes? The job he’d managed to wrangle had put him in this mess in the first place, so that was obviously off the table. He could go try to find a construction site to work on, or a garage that needed an extra hand…but hell, he needed some place to stay for the night.

He really wasn’t looking forward to finding a cardboard box in the nearest dark corner. Sure, he’d done it before in the past, but it wasn’t exactly something he was looking forward to. So, how could he make some quick cash; enough for a hot meal and a motel room? Dammit, he just KNEW he shouldn’t have put his last hundred bucks on that damn horse…

A shrill voice sounded, managing to pitch itself above the low rumble of voices around him and he looked up curiously. It sounded like a woman who didn’t really care for a personal tour of the precinct, and he expected to meet the eyes of another working girl. Maybe a messed up mama who hadn’t fed her kids in four days? Or a runaway teen who was too mature for her own good? He’d met them; those lost souls. Hell, he could even say that he was one of them, if he were in the right mind.

But it wasn’t any of the above that caught his attention, when he found the source of that voice. Small and dark haired, she looked like someone’s kid sister. She had an innocent face and big, emotion-filled eyes…eyes that a guy could look into and…what? Get lost? Hell, when had he turned into a freaking romantic?

For all of the innocence in her face, however, the righteous anger in her voice seemed to belie it. She looked like she wanted to smack the smirk off of the cop’s face, and Caleb couldn’t help but grin in encouragement. He wasn’t a fan of the po-po, so why not enjoy watching a slip of a girl take one on? Maybe she’d even give him a show; smack the mustache off his face, or something.

Basically, anything but the freak show that he witnessed a split second later.

He was already a bit surprised when the girl broke free of the cop’s hold and chucked a vial of something at his pants…but when the vines started growing out of his crotch? He was about ready to start screaming right along with the poor man. His jaw dropped open in pure shock and his cig fell from his lips, disappearing onto the ground. Holy…fucking…holy shit! What the FUCK was that?! Who the FUCK was she?! Was this real? Had one of those cops knocked him so hard on the head that he was now hallucinating? Holy shit! Holy shit, holy shit, holyshit…

He couldn’t help but take a step back from the woman when she turned toward him, holding his hands up in a sign of ‘I surrender.’ Please, for all that’s holy, don’t say that she was going to turn on him next. What, was she some kind of terrorist? Was she attacking the precinct? Had he gotten himself stuck in a Batman movie?! WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?

…And then, before any of his questions could be answered, she was gone; scuttling down the street with a speed that belied her light tone. While the cop danced around, swatting at his now vine-covered downstairs and his brothers in blue ran out to help him, Caleb just stared at the street where Ms. Vial Thrower had headed down. He should just melt away, before one of those schmos called him in as a witness; forget any of that had ever happened and make like melted butter on an incline.

Then again, Caleb O’Shay had never really been a smart man, so why not hurry after the girl with the magical powers? It wasn’t like he wasn’t suicidal, or anything.

”Hey, you!” He called out, jogging after her until he was almost directly behind her. ”Wait a minute! What you just did…what the hell did you just do? You know what; screw that, you can tell me later. Lemme take you somewhere safe, alright? ‘Cause those cops…they’re gonna want to put you under the hot lights, after that stunt.”


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TAGGED: Lucy!
WORDS: Enough
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: I <3 youuu
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[Lucy Sky]

Lucy was shuffling quickly, an impish grin stretched over her guiltless face. While she hobbled forward, her hands were clumsily working at the keyhole of the cuffs shackling her wrists together. They were a bit too tight. Okay, they were plenty too tight. The youngish officer man must not have liked the first impression she had made. A little whimper escaped her as the cold steel chaffed the pale skin of her left hand joint. Ah, to be restricted by ‘the man’. It was how it had been her whole life so far.

The unexpected voice just at her back made Lucy leap a couple feet in the air, but she continued working the key as she darted ahead, casting a blithe smile over her left shoulder. “It’s called magic. Look it up.” She chirped and then a careless little chuckle escaped her. Her tone was not at all bitchy or condescending despite the words; Lucy just didn’t have the best sense of humor. Things meant to be playful or teasing usually ended up missing the punch line even though she would be on the floor rolling about it.

“That was nothing, really. I hate that it got wasted on him though because I was planning on using it somewhere else. It turned out really pretty though, don’t you think?” The eccentric witch was completely oblivious to the fact she was prattling on about something supposedly nonexistent (magic), and that she had just broken the law seven ways from Sunday. She continued ahead, ducking into an alley way that led to another alleyway, oblivious but absently hopeful that the fellow was still following behind her. She could really use his help with these darn shackles.
Lucy cast another fabulous smile back at the man after his offer to whisk her away to safety, and she wrinkled her nose, finding it completely endearing and a little bit sexy even though he was obviously not her type...being that he was flesh and blood and human and all.

“Aw…that’s so nice…” She cooed but still bounced ahead, awkwardly shifting her wrists back and forth as her alabaster fingers worked the lock. “You can take me anywhere where you want to after I get these things off.” She flinched when the metal caught her skin again and Lucy whined in annoyance, turning out onto a sidewalk that was populated with curious, staring people. “Oh! Maybe you can help me out…here, this way!”

And so she led him into a tall, gothic structure that had a heavy wooden pair of double doors. All those eyes on her were a little distracting and this place had always helped her focus.

The church was for the Catholic community; a large, beautiful building that had been standing there for at least a hundred years with an elegant tower, mahogany pews, and intricate scenes from the bible displayed in the stained glass windows. Lucy shuffled ahead and nodded a quiet hello to a stunned looking priest clutching a crucifix about his neck, and continued on toward the stunning image of Jesus up towards the front.
She wasn’t of this faith but she’d always found the image heart-breakingly inspiring, so as she passed the statue on her way to the confession booths she drew a heart over her chest and blew a kiss.

Sliding into the confession booth, Lucy scrunched into the corner and tilted her head by way of invitation to the guy. “In here, superman, so the guy in the robe doesn’t see.” The russet haired witch told him as if none of this was at all absurd. “Come on.” She added to hurry him. “Close the door behind you.”


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Okay, so the seemingly innocent smile on the girl’s face was severely creeping him out, but for some odd reason, running away in the opposite direction seemed the furthest thing from his mind. Maybe it was the fact that he was now curious about the supernatural world, given his little ‘introduction’ a few months ago, or that there was a hot woman in need of his manly assistance…but whatever the reason, he seemed to be more interested in seeing how the day ended, than anything else.

Though, when she walked into the Church, the good ‘ol Irish boy inside him proceeded to cringe. If there were such things as magic, nut-slithering vines and witches, was there a God? Who was really…watching what they were all…doing…nah crap, he was so going to Hell. Awesome.

”Oh yeah, it was freaking fantastic,” He replied in a dry tone. ”I bet that cop REALLY deserved to get his ball sack attacked by a freakin’ vine. God, lady, you got a real twisted sense of justice.”

Said the ex-con who’d spent the past six years in prison for manslaughter. Semantics…bah.

When she started cooing about ‘taking her anywhere,’ he couldn’t help but puff out his chest in a manly show of ‘you woman, I man, I help and provide for you.’ Call it genetics, but seeing the little girl all cuffed up and being dragged to a place she really didn’t belong made his insides do some kind of…weird, protective thing.
While other parts of him just hoped that she’d be really thankful for his help. What? He was a red blooded guy, she was kind of hot…it was natural what direction his mind would take. He was his father’s son, after all.

…And obviously, this one wasn’t anybody’s daughter. He was a bit surprised at her little show of love for the ‘Big Man,’ and blinked when she blew the statue a kiss. While she slid into the confession booth, Caleb proceeded to go down on one knee and cross himself, as he was taught by a bunch of iron-fisted nuns when he was a child, before moving over to where his new ‘friend’ was hiding. Really now, a church? She wanted him to help her break out of her handcuffs in a CHURCH? Sure, he’d done worse things, but…c’mon now! He was already going to hell; let’s not add extras on the eternal torment pile.

Shaking his head at himself, the ex-con managed to squeeze himself behind the curtain while still giving her enough room to move around. She might have been a pretty little thing, but he still saw what she could do with a potion vial and man, he liked his manly parts un-foresty, thanks.

”I think you already scared him bad enough that he doesn’t wanna see,” He said with a little snicker. His Irish accent was a bit thicker, now that his brain was recognizing the fact that there was a pretty girl so close to him. Mentally, he berated its choice of timing and pulled out a metal wire from his coat pocket. He never went anywhere near Slim the Breakout Wire. ”Just hold still for me, darlin’. This won’t take but a second…lemme see those cute little wrists of yours. There we go…”

It took him less than a minute to pop the lock on the cuffs, and caught them when they slid off. With a satisfied grin, he tucked them into his pocket, then looked up at her with a raised brow. ”Okay, so that’s one problem down. Now for the second; what are you plannin’ on doin’ now? I think there’s a mosque a few blocks over, if you wanna go there…”


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WORDS: Enough
LYRICS: B.O.B. & Hayley Williams
NOTES: I <3 youuu
CREDITS: Thanks to BUNNYA! at Caution 2.0}

[Lucy Sky]

Seriously? A ball sack squeezing vine? Just what kind of witch did this guy think she was?!
Twisting around to give him a frustrated wrinkle of her brow and peach tinted lips, Lucy tried her best to put her hands on her hips but failed immediately. This was no good. No good at all. She’d always been a fan of handcuffs too, but darn if this episode was turning her off and fast.
“Just so you know, they were climbing vines, not squeezing ones. The most discomfort he would have felt was a little tickle.” She paused a moment, letting the fellow catch up so that she could reach out with her behind the back shackled hands to salsa dance over his side a little with her multi-color painted fingertips. “Come on. Who doesn’t enjoy a little tickle?”

Oblivious. That’s what Lucy Sky was. She wasn’t intentional in any way, but then again, what fun was calculating every move that you made? This lady preferred to let fate decide what happened next. She really did love surprises.
And surprise was just what the poor priest felt seeing this young woman and her cohort stealing into a place of God to do…what ever it was they were going to do. His eyes were wide but nonjudgmental as they pursued the pair past the pews and then watched the female’s odd gesture to the body of Christ. A wily eyebrow quirked up as -she- slid into a confessional and -he- knelt to make the sign of the cross, promptly following her in and closing the curtain behind them.
Well, if they wanted to make a confession, he would certainly oblige them.

Not that Lucy knew anything about confession. She had never been a keep it to herself kind of girl. If she’d done something, good or bad, Lucy Diamond wasn’t shy about fessing up to it.
Some would call her religionless but she wasn’t really. The faith she had in the earth that surrounded her had just much conviction as those that prayed to Jesus Christ. Not that she didn’t respect the Son of God. Lucy believed everyone, real or rhetorical, merited reverence. If there was one person out there that believed in them, it was worth her respect.

Leaning over so her ‘hero’ could get a crack at the cuffs constraining her wrists, Lucy smirked amusedly and twisted around shaking the ring of keys that she’d swiped off the officer before she’d darted off. “It was a neat trick anyway.” She told him and bent to attach the ring to belt along with the few remaining charms “I bet that’d come in real handy if they ever locked you up in a real slam.” The chocolate haired witch rubbed out the sting in her wrist and lower arm before returning a cocky grin at the man. “You mind though? I’d like to keep those.” She lowered her gaze to pants pocket, and arched a brow, tilting her head when the clear indigo eyes rose to meet his again. Okay, so maybe the incident hadn't turned her off bondage completely. Lucy shrugged, and a mischievous glint lit up her stare. “They come in handy sometimes…”

His inquiry was met with a quiet laugh, but before Lucy could come back with a witty retort the sound of shuffling from the other side of the booth was followed by the window sliding open. Her eyes grew wide and she bit her bottom lip, gaze darting back to her partner in crime. This wasn’t her gig. What was supposed to happen next? The body on the other side did not speak, but a quiet clearing of throat could be heard. “Hello there.” She chirped; expectant. “Can we help you?”



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Well, didn’t she love to argue about semantics? Caleb had to bite his tongue to keep from pointing out that climbing vines or sack-squeezing vines; what she just did was against freaking NATURE. And to hide out in a church after the fact…ah, the good ‘ol Irish boy in him was having a heart attack, big time. He’d already done really horrible things in his life; now he had to add ‘aiding and abetting a witch’ to the charges? Not that he was prejudiced against them, given that his best friend was one…nah crap, he was so confused.

Jumping a little when he felt fingers trying to tickle his sides, the ex-con just stopped himself from screaming. Okay, twitchy much? Turning the sound into a dignified cough, he managed not to start howling like a little girl. ”Most people do, but I doubt having something green and viney crawl up your happy place does not give a guy a ‘good tickle.’ Now, stop that. I ain’t one of the few who like to get tickled…unless you’re planning on moving those fingers farther south.”

A grin spread his lips as he winked down at her, but the expression didn’t last. With a little flick of her wrists and a smirk of her own, she flashed a set of keys and proceeded to suck the humor right out of him. A more bitter sort came into his face then, and an almost hollow laugh rolled out of his chest. ”Yeah, it would come in handy…though, not by much. You ever seen prison doors? You’d need more’n a pick to get to where you wanted.”

More like a blowtorch and a prayer, he thought. Silently, he handed over the cuffs and forced his brain out of the direction it was currently going. Now was not the time to go emo and dwell on the past. what was, just was…and he didn’t need to think back on that nightmare. As far as he was concerned, the last five years were spent in LaLa Land. His mind was blank.

Yeah, and he was a fucking cloud, floating above all the anger in his soul…damn self-help crap. Why he’d even considered listening to his PO and buying that waste of paper was beyond him.

Shoving the thoughts to the back of his mind, he let that cocky, flirtacious smile to come back onto his lips. When her eyes met his, he raised one brow slightly and looked down at where she tucked the cuffs. ”Hey, you ever wanna play cops and robbers, I’d be game,” He drawled, and when she let out that throaty little laugh, he was half tempted to lean in and steal a kiss. Maybe blame things on the ‘hey, I just saved your ass’ front—

The partision between them opened up and Caleb jerked his head around to look in horror at the priest on the other side. Oh, for the love of all the Saints!

”Actually, he’s here to see if he can help us, love,” He leaned over to whisper in her ear, accent a bit thick as an inner voice that sounded suspiciously like his mother’s proceeded to mentally whap him. ”Unless you’d like to confess your sins, I think we’d better get outta here.”

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[Lucy Sky]

The charming fellow’s charming one-liners weren’t completely lost on the dark-haired, dark-eyed natural witch. As a matter of fact, they quite tickled Lucy.
And the way he would give her that one sided smirk and lean in real close? If the girl didn’t have a thing against dating within her own species, she might have even let him smooch her some. Hell, there was nothing wrong with a little out of the cuffs confessional make out. Now that she had realized how very, very taboo this situation was, it was even starting thrill her a little bit. Yeah, she was a tad unconventional… what about it?!

“Cops and robbers, huh?” she repeated, even as the partition came open to reveal the priest waiting for some kind of churchly admission. “That’s so lame. I like the dominatrix--man with the leather mask game better.”

If there was one thing about Lucy Diamond Sky it was she was honest. The poor girl couldn’t lie worth a crap so why bother? If she offended people she was mostly sorry… but not for whom she was, oh no, her hippie parents had taught her better than that.
Same species or not, when her ‘hero’ leaned in to murmur against her ear Lucy got a nice case of goosebumps across her pale skin and she smiled; one of those dopey, girly smiles that was immediately drawn out of her by that roguish Irish brogue.

“I’ve been told I really can’t be helped.” She responded in a slightly throaty, guileless, absent mumble, and her turquoise eyes were wide and hypnotized. Lucy caught the latter of his statement and cleared her throat, coming back down to earth in time to keep him from tugging her out of the booth right away. No way she was gonna’ pass this up.

“Well, I dunno’ if I’d exactly call it a sin but there was this one day last week I meant to jinx this one guy’s pants because he was a serious -pain- in the ass…but instead I aged him ten years? Okay, so he was freaking out but it only lasted a day or two then he’d be riiight back to normal. Of course there were the vampire twins…”
Her eyes went distant again; not that Caleb could see this in the darkened confines of the booth. “Those girls were perfection in two matching red-headed packages. Too bad it wouldn’t have lasted. The one that was a minute older had some serious jealousy issues…”

Lucy could have gone on all night with the odd confessions that sounded more like the nonsensical babblings of an escaped mental patient rather than a god fearing woman’s, so it was a good thing Mr. Lock Pick decided to tug her all the way of the booth before she could go on.
The woman let out an absent “heeeeyyyyy…” that really wasn’t any sort of protest, letting her eyes take in the beauty of the cathedral before they ended back out in the musty night air. She stopped to look up at her ‘champion’, giving him a quirk of her eyebrow and an impish smile. He was pretty handsome for a human, but certainly lacked the ‘glow’ a Loup Garoux’s eyes had or the sheen of a vampire’s pale skin. Unbidden a snort escaped her, and she absently jingled the charms on her belt.

“Well, that was a lot of fun, Cookie” Lucy told him with that guileless grin, and she let her gaze wander around the street until they found their way back to his. “Maybe tonight won’t be a total failure. One big house break out, one sexy confession, what’s next, huh? I -did- say you could take me anywhere you wanted if you got the hand cuffs off…but I kind of have a place you might dig. If you’re up for some adventure. And you aren’t easily spooked.” Lucy lifted a sharp dark brow mischievously, making sure the challenge to him was clear enough in her radiant gaze.




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Oh Jay-sus, Mary and Joseph…she didn’t. It took most of his self restraint, but Caleb managed not to smack his hand across his eyes when the girl turned around to the priest and began to unload. While they couldn’t see the poor guy through the shadowed partision, he just knew that there was a horrified expression on the other’s face. And then she had to talk about vampires! And twins!

…Okay, so maybe the twins part made him want to buy a ring, but to say all that to a priest! His inner Catholic boy was having a titty fit, right about them. Ah man, this just served him right for waltzing right up to an obvious freak and giving her the option of a hideout. When did he ever do that, anyway? Hello; the girl knew how to make potions that released ball-squeezing vines. Who knew what else was up her sleeve? She could actually have a damned potion right there, right now! Ah, gah, there were just some days when a man’s head should be examined…

”I think you’re done, darlin’,” He managed to say in a strangled voice, as he practically yanked her out of the booth. Good God, what kind of household did this one grow up in, to think that she could talk about vampires, potions and a maniege a tois to a priest?! A man of God! Speaking of which; oh, Holy Father, if You just put Your fingers in Your ears for just a couple more blasted minutes, he’d really appreciate it. Amen, praise Jesus, and yadda yadda.

Letting habit take over, he stopped in mid-pull, dropped to one knee to pay his respects, then resumed leading his new ‘friend’ outside of the church. He took a deep breath of the late afternoon air, and shook his head as he dug around in his jacket pocket for his pack of cigarettes. ”A lot of fun? Jay-sus, girl, I already know I’m goin’ to Hell, but now? I think you just managed to get me arse sent down to Hell Times Two, or some shit like that.”

A chuckle escaped him as he lit up, then took a deep drag. The nicotine managed to calm him a bit, and after sliding his pack back into his pocket, he took her arm and started to lead her down the street. With their luck- now that God was certainly not on their side- a cop car would be cruising by and catch sight of them. Then, it’d be bye-bye Witch-Girl, and hello 25 to life. Letting the cigarette dangle in the corner of his lips, he glanced sideways at her.

”Why do I keep on picturing some sort of haunted house? Alright; tell me where this place is. I was gonna bring you to a bar not far from here, but since you’re throwin’ this out…where are we goin, beautiful?”


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[Lucy Sky]

Lucy gasped at his ephemeral pause to kneel and cross himself in front of the deity, letting loose a throaty giggle as he rose and pulled her outside. The man was just plain old human but as far as the chocolate witch could tell he was nothing short of riotous.
She arched a dark brow over impish blue eyes at his declaration of their straight path to hell in a hand basket-- twice, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her russet waves in playful negation.

“I’ve heard hell is the pits. I’m going to Tahiti when I die. I think it’d be fun to go snorkeling as a ghost. I wonder if the fish would scare or try to nibble my invisible toes…” Lucy was actually being sincere, and wasn’t even bothered in the least when her knight in leather and blue jeans resumed pulling her down the footpath. She’d dated a few demons that had explained how cramped and dirty the southbound train was and the peculiar woman wasn’t having any part of that. Being a heathen really did make things a lot easier. She wasn’t bothered by thoughts of death or heaven and hell. She figured either she would go and that would be the end of it or she’d be reborn as something wonderful and wouldn’t realize she’d ever been gone. Maybe she’d come back as a star fish. Or oh! A snail. A snail would be lovely. She’d made a shrinking potion once as a girl and planned on riding her -then- pet, a charming little snail with a swirly shell, but her mother had refused to let her try it.

“Oh no…haunted houses don’t usually have the kind of stocked bar that my place does.” [/b]Lucy fairly skipped beside him, giving her a blithe smile and nodding just ahead of them. “And it’s close by. Just another block or two.”

And the spritely brunette proceeded to lead the way, babbling nonsensical musings, and bragging about the various charms that jingled from her belt. “And this one is just a vanity charm. “It hides freckles, pimples, demon marks or any kind of scar a girl might be self conscious about. Never know when you might meet the vampire of your dreams…”

Before you knew it they were standing before a large, ominous black brick building with a heavy rust colored metal door. It had a window with bars at eye level, and some kind of symbol etched into a silver plate just under that. The etching was charmed, and the only mark that warned non-supernaturals and other species what lie inside. To a human it gave off a signal that would put them on edge. It would make them weary and they wouldn’t know why. Lucy had been around enough times to have learned to ignore the insignificant pang, but Caleb was probably getting the heebie-jeebies.

“Hey, I never got your name.” Lucy said just after she banged on the door a couple of times. “I’m Lucy. Lucy Sky.” She beamed her pearly whites at him and turned back to the little window as it slid open.

“Yeah?” A harsh voice growled from the other side.

“Don’t be a sucker. Let me in Nikki.”

The heavy door gave way and Lucy tugged Caleb in, waving a thanks at the beefy doorman as they passed.

The place looked no different that your everyday goth bar, but -Absynthe- was very unique.
It was elegant without over doing it, and its clientele was mostly vampires seeking a place to be…themselves. Lucy sidled up to the elegant black marble bar and faced a mirrored display of every liquor you could imagine and even some you couldn’t. She was in the mood to celebrate tonight so there was only one happy juice she wanted.

“Hi, Fang.” The lithe witch addressed the vampire behind the bar with a smile and reached for the plate of comical tiny wooden stakes that stabbed various cocktail fruits.
“Give me one Green Fairy and bring whatever my new friend wants. How’s the family? Didn’t your wife have a new little darkling?”





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