Who: Christian and Stacey What: A worried siren When: Afew hours after the attack Where: Stacey's place Warnings: TBD
There was so much chaos, so much blood and the smell of gunpowder made her nose itch. Fucking hunters, fucking humans. It wasn’t often that Stacey got upset, that she let things bother her but this had. This had made her blood boil even as she surveyed the damage to her home, it wasn’t as close to the explosion as some of the others but still. At least Marco and Aletha were safe, at least she had helped in some fashion.
There would be clean up tomorrow but for now she was tired, a sort of tired that seemed to seep into her bones. That tiredness and worry made for a hard combination to deal with. She hadn’t seen Christian in the chaos and the only thing that kept her from completely freaking out was the fact that he was a demon, damn near invincible. But the hunters had holy weapons and that knowledge made her worry more, made her want to be sick to her stomach.
She needed to find him, wanted to find him. That was worrying too. Anastasia didn’t form attachments, yet here she was, worried about someone besides herself. What the fuck was happening to her and why did she care so much about what happened to him?
Sitting down heavily on her porch, she rested her head in her hands, staring unseeing at the ground for a moment, lost in thought. It was the sound of footsteps that made her jerk her head up, her body reacting defensively before she realized who it was. Relief washed over her as she threw herself into his arms; he was alive, he was okay. "You’re okay?"