Darker London

While having voices in his head was something Elijah was going to have to get used to, at least he wasn't dead. That was the phrase he kept repeating over and over when it seemed like this whole angel thing was just too much to deal with.

I could be dead. I would have been dead. I'm alive and this is the only reason-

The man he was told took up residence in his head seems kind enough, and given the fact that the man saved his life, Elijah was willing to do whatever the man wanted, within reason. It turned out what the man wanted more than anything is to go visit an ex-girlfriend now that he was no longer banging around inside his sister's brain. And that seemed more than fair enough to Eli.

He had been staying with the Kemps for the past week while he prepared to move back to London, but David knew the way to Siobhan's house by heart. When finally, blessedly they were left alone, Eli snuck out the back door and borrowed Peter's car. David swore up and down Peter wouldn't mind.

By the time he arrived at Siobhan's house, his palms were sweating which was a little unnerving because Elijah wasn't the one who was nervous here. "Cut it out, man," he said before he raised his hand and knocked.

Siobhan was bar-crawling, hungry for the perfect meal.

For the last half decade of her life, Siobhan had cast her morals so widely across the spectrum that it was hard to remember that she was always the same person. She had starved herself to try and find innocence and virtue, and she had used her powers for gain without concern for the death or pain it caused. At the moment she was reaching the end of that selfish period, the point where she started to believe it was time to turn around and make a change for the better. Not refusing to use her powers, but at least not being quite so destructive with them. (If history showed anything, then six months later - give or take - Siobhan would change her mind again and pick a different road.)

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