Who: Christina and Dimitri What: Talking When: Today Where: The Inn Warnings: TBD
Christina had been patrolling the inn almost twenty four hours a day since the baby had been born. When she had first arrived she assumed that Viktoria would need help getting away from Azazeal and the house of humans. Humans couldn't be trusted. They were always eager to stab each other in the back. Christina had been burned one too many times by humans who were supposed to be her friends, who were supposed to protect her. She had spent a lot of time glaring at the two cowboys and the redhead and her boyfriend. It wasn't until Christopher had jumped in front of her to take a bullet that she had started to rethink her idea of humans. She still didn't trust it, didn't understand it. She knew she had a certain sway with some humans that made them protective of her but it never lasted. They always eventually turned and stabbed her in the back, or in some cases the front. She was just waiting for Christopher to change his mind about her. It would happen eventually.
She assumed the worst of Azazeal because he was a fallen angel and that meant he had either at one point worked for or with her father. They were brothers after all. Why shouldn't she expect them to be the same? Christina had never actually met her own father but he had sent plenty of men to her to intimidate her mother, to steal her away, to keep her sheltered and eventually to push her over the edge. Boyd had once said that Christina had no mother but she had a lot of fathers. She wouldn't tolerate another Boyd coming around and imposing himself on Liliya. So far though, Azazeal had kept to his word. She had been told by numerous people here that Azazeal had wanted kids so bad that he tried for hundreds of years and now he had Malachi and Liliya. Nobody had attempted to pry the baby away from Viktoria.
But there was another threat. One from the other side. Her father's side. They had come looking for Malachi and Christina was still not sure on the particulars of why. Malachi was Christina's mirror image in a lot of ways and so people who wanted to hurt him went automatically on her shit list. Christina's fathers had failed her. They had tried to control her but they never taught her how to control herself. She thought it was possible that they never wanted her to learn, that they wanted a ticking timebomb just waiting to explode. It was undetermined whether that would back fire on them or not.
Christina had a lot to think about as she walked around the inn. She knew the God guys were still lurking out there in the woods. She would take care of them eventually but she was surprised that they weren't the ones who had attacked. What were they waiting for?
She wasn't the only one patrolling the grounds. It wasn't long until Christina saw Dimitri approach. He tended to hang around outside a lot too, always watching for things. She appreciated his vigilance and his skills. Christina could do a lot but had very little control. Dimitri was the picture of control.