Remember to Breath {OPEN}

[clarkshepard]

Clark's eyes fluttered open as he stood in an alley, the dank walls made him shiver slightly but it was nothing new. Skittish was his nature, and skittish he was. The noises that surrounded him and tunneled through the alley were fairly loud, the honking of horns the shouting of people, the foot falls of the city all buzzed and had a tunneling effect through the alley. If he were to shout, if he were in danger, he would not be heard. It was a disturbing thought so without hesitance he quickly left the confines of the alley and ventured onto a various numbered street of New York City, the Big Apple and despite it's name Clark found it very hard to find big apples here.
Night was merely an opening for someone to attack Clark, those who lurk in the shadows specifically wait for better coverage and his neurotically wired mine already fell victim to the events that have yet unfolded so he stayed away from sewer grates, other alleys, and people who wore long coats because they're probably in the words of street lingo "packing heat."

Why New York? He asked himself the same thing, but he hadn't been here yet and it seemed like a place to get lost in, with the notion that several angels are after him and the fact that he was expected to be protected by a single girl no older than he with no special powers outside the fact that she could make him nervous and possibly make him sweat a lot creating B.O that could probably repel the angels. It all didn't instill faith, to be completely honest and ironic.

After several hours Clark stopped dead in the side walk, he looked down at his feet and realized his shoes were untied. Now he could risk stopping in the middle of the night to bend over and tie them, but he figured that would be a bad idea, someone could sneak up on him. Then again if he didn't tie his shoes and he tripped over his laces he was vulnerable to attack, and he didn't want that either.

Sighing he leaned down and began tying his shoes, but as he did he heard foot falls coming from behind him. Thinking that it would just be a passerby he continued to tie his shoes, muttering something about "under the bridge and through the hole." like a child muttering a classic mantra. However, when the foot falls started echoing closer, Clark hurried in his actions and before he was even finished and as the foot falls drew nearer he flipped around on his back to face the approaching figure and threw up his hands and shouted.

"Stay back I know like twenty different styles of martial arts taught to me by an animated Panda!" Which in hindsight was probably not the best thing to say, but in his defense it could allude to the fact that he is mentally unstable and potentially dangerous. This poor person could have simply actually been walking by, or asking directions, or something else whilst Clark freaked out when they drew near.

Clark lowered his arm to get a better look at the person before hastily wetting himself.

[lilah]

Lilah rather enjoyed New York. It was the city that never slept, and there was no stop to the around the clock entertainment. It made it so she never got bored. Lights flickered off the reflective windows of her limo. Reds, greens, blues, every color of the rainbow streamed across the glass. People walked around and danced to their own tune, had their own fashion sense. Dressing like an Egyptian Priestess didn’t make her out of sorts. Not in her temple and not in New York. If she walked down the street of some Suburban neighborhood she would definitely get a few stares.

When they passed a cotton candy vendor, Lilah’s excitement could no longer be contained in the contents of the limo. It was time to explore. They had come into the city for a Broadway play. Well she and her driver Ronald. It was over, but Lilah wasn’t ready to head back to the casino just yet. “Ronald I’ll be back in an hour or so.” Grinning to her driver she let herself dissolve into mist before flying out the sunroof.

She stayed in her mist form, spreading around people, moving through the streets, watching, listening. People always had such fun stories. Now it was time for Lilah to find a place to make herself corporeal again. She found a back alley, one that was suitable. The dirt and the muck didn’t bother her so much. Besides getting muddy was sometimes fun. She zoomed into the alley, barely noticing the boy slumped against the wall. Probably a druggy or a drunk. She moved to the very end, where the shadows would conceal her and the mist spread out, taking the shape of her body before the molecules changed, once again giving her the appearance of being a human.

Her long white dress flowed to her ankles, showing simple, yet elegant sandals wrapped around her feet. Grinning she smoothed out her hair and pulled the hood of her cloak up. There was a slight chill in the air tonight. Once Lilah felt herself to be presentable, she took in a deep breath, enjoying the feel of air as it ran through her nostrils and into her lungs and began exiting the alley.

In the time it had taken her to compose herself, the young man managed to find his way to his feet. Well at least to consciousness as he seemed to be bent down tying his shoes. She slowed her steps, gaze watching him. She wasn’t afraid. Curious maybe. People to this day still amazed her.

Then before she knew what was happening the man was twisting, arm raised. His face was young. He almost looked to be a teenager. Maybe he was.

"Stay back I know like twenty different styles of martial arts taught to me by an animated Panda!"

She had no idea what he was talking about, but he was already amusing her. Lilah was about to say something, but the growing wet stain in the front of his pants drew her attention. A smirk played on her lips. Maybe not a druggy or a drunk. He was a scared boy who had just soiled himself. Well now, wasn’t he intriguing? Finally she brought her gaze back up to his face. “I can honestly say, I’m used to a different sort of reaction in that area when men see me.”

[clarkshepard]

Well one thing was certain, she didn't seem like the stabby type. Clark withdrew his arm away from his face fully, and then propped himself up on the sidewalk staring up at her. The comment she made about the reaction most men have when they gander at her sort of started to make sense, however he soon came to realize that the after effects of his teleportation along with freaking out caused him to lose bladder control, one of the draw backs. It's probably why he was still single, though he wishes that was the only reason. Though, upon getting up he really wished he didn't have to stand there in front of this obviously gorgeous woman wearing soiled pants. It's stuff like this which makes him avoid all conversation with them altogether-- Probably add that to the list of reasons he doesn't have a girlfriend. Clark was about to speak when he felt himself being pulled, and then he vanished in a blink of an eye. Which was ok, because he wasn't too keen on hanging around there in front of that woman with pee stained pants. Though a conversation starter apparently, not particularly one that ends well. He apparently ended up in a change room within a closed retail store, it allowed him to change, however in the middle of changing, just as he had his new pants around his ankles he teleported back, he was only gone for a minute at the most.

He stared at her with plain joe boxers and a pair of jeans still around his ankles. After a few moments of momentary insanity in which he just stood there with his pants down, he pulled them up. Scratching the back of his head, he soon realized that this was awkward. How was he going to explain that one? He just stared at her wide eyed hoping she would just plead insanity herself and walk away, but that's not how things go is it?

"I uhm." Was all he could get out at that point, there wasn't really much he could do but turn around and sprint away. Which in theory would have been smart, and it was except for the fact that he happened to have a pedestrian walk sign behind him. Which ironically did not move for him when he dashed into it and fell back down on his back, a red line running down his forehead from the sign pole. He held his nose and started rocking back and forth groaning. It was like that one time James Madison clocked him one after he saw Clark talking to his girl Heather, which was stupid because all Clark wanted to know was what he missed on the test the previous day. All in the past now.

Now it was public signs beating him up in front of pretty girls. Though it could be worse one supposes, pretty girls could be beating him up in front of signs. That would be both sad and pathetic.

Looking up at the woman, he squinted past the pain still holding his nose. His stare sort of held the words aren't you glad you walked up to me?

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[lilah]

Lilah watched as the seemingly nervous boy disappeared. Her brow quirked up, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Now what could he be?" She asked the empty alley. "Curiouser and curiouser." She looked around to make sure he hadn't simply ported himself into the dumpster or behind to hide from her. He had her attention now.

Then he appeared where he had been standing a moment before, fresh boxers, and a new pair of pants around his ankles. Lilah said nothing, waiting to see what he would do.

"I uhm."

She watched as he pulled up his pants and went to take off running only to plow himself face first into a pole. Lilah covered her mouth with her hand so that the boy wouldn't see the smile on her face. He was absolutely adorable, and intriguing. She was glad she'd decided to travel to New York today. This boy was more entertaining then the play she had just come from.

The boy was not amused by his own antics though. The stare was not a happy one. More bitter and maybe a tad embarressed. With good reason. He had wet himself, ported and ported back in with his pants around his ankles only to run into a pole. He looked like he was in pain and Lilah sighed.

Walking over she knelt in front of him. "Well you're not having a very good day are you?" She reached out and gently pulled his hand from his nose and examined his face. "Lucky you didn't break it." Reaching into her side satchel she pulled out a small vial and handed it to him. "Here, it will ease the pain."

Lilah, being a witch and an elemental was always prepared. Despite her powers, her body was vulnerable. She made to sure keep a variety of potions that would heal minor and major wounds and ease aches and pains.

"It's not poison don't worry." Winking at the boy she stood up and offered him a hand up. "I'm Dalilah, and you are?""

[clarkshepard]

Clarkwas almost tempted to ask her if she was an Angel as she pulled his hand away from his face gently, he looked at her admiring her beauty in dorky silence. However, when she offered him a weird vial claiming it wasn't poison all attempts at asking her racial status that would probably be confused as a corny pick up line faded. She clearly wasn't an Angel, at least not in the strictest sense. Else she could have just healed him, this vial was suspicious though. Despite old age warnings of never taking things from strangers though, Clark took a sip and her hand standing up. Nodding his head in silent agreement that this really wasn't his day at all.

"Clark," He said sheepishly, handing the vial back clearing his throat some as it felt like it was clogging it up. His nose however did feel infinitely better. It was a good thing it wasn't poison, though he wasn't entirely sure it would have killed him anyway. His body works in mysterious ways. He should probably test out his tolerance sometime, not with anything dangerous but just to see if his body was immune. Though, now was not the time to think of little science experiments on himself with a beautiful woman talking to him. Not like he'd have a shot in hell, mostly because he looks like an adolescent teenager and he just wet himself. He can't even explain how his bowls get sensitive when he teleports cause, well, explaining the teleporting was a whole other issue.

"Thanks for the, potion? I just drank a potion. I also just teleported. That was-- You see there's... I can't really think of interesting or clever to say, so, maybe I should just go?" He looked at her with hesitance and question in her eyes. This was weird, she wasn't freaking out, or calling the authorities, she seemed, amused? Clark felt a disturbance in the force, and an aching in his bones-- Though that could all just be his bowls acting up again.

She had potions, was she some sort of alchemist? Or was she a witch? Is that why she wasn't phased by the teleporting? Should he be worried? He should probably be worried. He remained perfectly still despite earlier comment of his departure, he wasn't sure what was running through his head but perhaps remaining perfectly still would throw her off in some obscure way.

[lilah]

"Clark."

Lilah raised an eyebrow. It certainly suited him. A tribute to Superman in that geeky, awkward stage. Really, if he was wearing glasses she would expect him to find a phone booth and come out in blue spandex with a giant red 'S' on his chest. He was too young to be a reporter, but somehow that wouldn't surprise her either.

When he finished the potion, Lilah smiled. The swelling went down almost immediately, making his nose less bulbous. She smiled kindly at him. "Well Clark, you really ought to watch where you're going...and who you port around."

"Thanks for the, potion? I just drank a potion. I also just teleported. That was-- You see there's... I can't really think of interesting or clever to say, so, maybe I should just go?"

That amused glint returned to her eyes, though she hadn't really lost it. "Yes you drank a potion and now you're adorable face is almost back to normal." She winked at him. "As for being interesting, well you've definitely got that part down. We can work on the clever."

She linked her arm with his and began leading to the street. "Let's play a game." She grinned at him. "Maybe a guessing a game? Get to know each other a little better?" She tapped her chin as if deep in thought. "Like...if I had to guess...I'd guess you're in some sort of trouble." She raised a brow at him, the smile still on her face.

[clarkshepard]

The way this woman carried herself instilled an odd sense of confidence, if not in Clark himself then in the area around her. If she doesn't exuberant beauty, she defiantly has that going for her. Though she has both, so it's not like one has to meddle in their thoughts about how. You must have confidence if you look that good, but there was something about her that made Clark tingle and it wasn't in the pants region. Every word she spoke to him made his face turn redder and his voice more quaint despite the lack of words coming from his mouth itself. She used the word adorable which he was completely content with. It's not like he was some sort of manly studdly stud, but he was glad to pick up the whole "adorable" persona.

When she linked her arm with his, his eyes widened especially when he was being lead on a walk of some sorts. It felt as if his arm was on fire or susceptible to melting in her grasp, he wanted to slip away but his body said no. It wasn't like it was hormones, he physically felt drained, and escaping now wasn't in the cards at least not at the moment. He had to go along with this embarrassing walk with a beautiful woman, who's questions were alarming in of themselves.

Her idea of a game was getting to know each other better, why would someone want to get to know Clark better unless they knew what he was? The fact is, this chick had potions and wasn't phased by teleporting, so you know something is up. Clark wasn't that stupid nor that gullible. However, he isn't in the position to fight whatever or whoever she is. That and he just has morals about hitting girls, even if they aren't really girls persay.

"I-In trouble?" He wasn't sure if she meant the angels, or that he being with her was trouble, like she was going to do something. But he played along with thinking she meant the aforementioned. "I might be, I think. But I'm fine don't need to worry about stuff like that, uh. Who are you exactly?" Was it the million dollar question?

He didn't know where he was going, who he was going with, or why for that matter. It turns out only a day out of the wing of Castiel and he's already getting himself into trouble with people he doesn't know, who may or may not have some form of power that could crush him like the tiny bastard half-breed insect that he is. At least, that's how he felt about the situation. Which needless to say wasn't a self-esteem booster.

Ironic that he had a beautiful woman on his arms.

[lilah]

"I-In trouble?"

Lilah shot a smile his way. The stammering was adorable. She was intrigued by this boy. So nervous, yet so obviously not human. Most creatures who were more than human had bigger egos. They didn't scare so easily. Thought nothing could touch them, noting could kill them. They were usually wrong.

"I might be, I think. But I'm fine don't need to worry about stuff like that, uh. Who are you exactly?"

There he went trying to act tough. It was endearing, especially because Lilah doubted there was a tough bone in his body. She liked that about him. Not everyone needed to be brave.

"Apologies," Se said in a light tone. "My name is Dalilah Mubarak. I own and run the Temple of Isis Hotel and Casino in Atlantic City." She flashed him a winning smile. Pride was behind her words. Lilah was proud of her business, and no one touched her employees without retribution from her.

She lead him to a small diner, a bit run down around the edges, but those were the best kind. Lilah enjoyed culture. Just because something was fancy, didn't mean it was as good as the rickety diner down the street.

"Thought you might be hungry," She told him pulling Clark into the booth next to her as opposed to across. "Order whatever you like. On me."

[clarkshepard]

He was fairly troubled with the friendliness this woman was showing, again it hinted to the fact that she perhaps wanted more out of Clark than one would initially assume. He is years beyond reaching his full potential, at least that's how he feels, he could do better. As it stands right now, how his powers develop now could come to a stand still. This could be it, though what he can do is nothing sort of extraordinary. He can essentially cure minor diseases that still take lives worlds over, teleporting helps, and he's nothing sort of durable. Still it begs to question, if this is it then why were angels and creatures alike gunning for him.O'father where art thou. It was a thought that would always plague his mind, though abandonment issues were the least of his worries now he was faced with this raggy ass diner. He wasn't particularly in the mood for food, he never was when teleporting mostly because he could simply lose control of lower functions again. Or worse, wouldn't be able to poop for a week. Happens sometimes, not the most pleasant sensation when you're constantly running the risk of ending up half way across the globe.

He had her name, her stature, but it lead him to no viable conclusions as to why she was calm, and what she was doing with him. Take one hard look at her, then take one hard look at him. It doesn't really match up, he's not even rich. She however seems more than well off. Disillusions quickly fled his mind as he was pulled down next to her in the diner seat, he was rather uneasy. Her touch more so seemed to have a grander effect than most, something about her made Clark feel like she was perhaps powerful in more ways than just money.

"Thought you might be hungry. Order whatever you like. On me." He smiled nervously and flipped through the two page laminate that contained basic diner, food. He felt like it would be rude not to eat when she extended a gracious offer. Besides, he had to refrain from feeling the scene in fear that he would never find out her idle interest in him. Perhaps it could lead him to grander truths that he didn't already know.

"Pancakes sounds good." He said in an almost timid tone as the waitress walked by and took his order, who waited to see if Delilah was ordering something and then took off. When his pancakes arrived he began eating them slowly, darting his eyes back to Dalilah every moment or two to gauge her reaction. It was one of those things, where one look can tell you everything but Clark was not good at that sort of thing so even if it did pass across her face he wouldn't even notice.

"Why are you hanging around me?" He finally asked bluntly, though there was no easy way asking it with a mouthful of pancakes. His eyes seemed to be widened when he asked, then he swallowed thickly both pancakes and the beating heart that was rising up in his chest awaiting her response.

[lilah]

Lilah was enjoying the company of this young man immensely. There was something almost innocent about him. At the same time he was obviously in trouble, or at the very least thought he was. A person simply didn't just have a mild panick attack when approached in an alley for no reason. Nor did they usually wet themselves. Either something had happened to this young man, or he was expecting something would.

After Clark ordered pancakes, Lilah smiled warmly at him and looked at the waitress. She was an older woman, her face weathered and wrinkled from cigarette smoke and long hours in the sun. She wore entirely too much make up to cover it up making her look like a hooker in a little yellow diner outfit. Her hair was teased to the nines as well, and Lilah absolutely adored the look.

"I'll have a cup of coffee and a...." She trailed off looking at the plastic menu looking for something she either hadn't tried or that at least she hadn't had in a while. When someone as old as Lilah there isn't much a person hasn't tried. It was one of the reasons she enjoyed games and looking for excitement.

Clark was offering the next bit of excitement. Lilah could feel it. This would be a wonderful adventure. They always were. Though Clark seemed more like the person who enjoyed reading about adventures rather than having them. Hopefully she'd be able to help with that.

"Ahh I'll have a BLT with an extra pickle on the side. Oh and chili fries." She smiled at the eighties reject waitress and then turned her attention back to Clark.

Lilah was a patient person. Lifting her hands she pushed the hood off her head and onto shoulders, a soft smile still on her lips. Her dark hair had silver flowered jewelry braided into it. She did not miss the looks and the soft murmurs that some of the other patrons sent her way. Lilah was beautiful and she knew she was. She was used to such attention and her gaze never wavered from Clark.

They sat in silence, a comfortable one, Lilah supposed until the waitress brought the food. Lilah cut her sandwich in half and had just taken a dainty bite when Clark spoke.

"Why are you hanging around me?"

Lilah set her sandwich back down and dabbed at her mouth with a napkin. It was paper and rough on her skin, but she didn't mind. When she swallowed the small portion of food she tilted her head to the side.

"Is there a reason I shouldn't be?"

Clark wasn't confident, but he was mystery. That was very much intriguing to her. Mysteries were a puzzle. A puzzle was a game. Lilah does so love her games.

[clarkshepard]

When he got his answer he merely blinked, Clark still wasn't entirely sure about her reasoning but there was always the scenarios he played in his head for the actual reason. None of them put her in a good light though, perhaps it was his paranoia. Though he knew it wasn't at all without it's unusual reasoning, he continued to eat his pancakes merely shaking his head at her response. He couldn't think of a reason why she shouldn't he was still baffled on the why however.

There was something about her that Clark couldn't put his finger on, it was the vibes he got from her. It was that potion she gave him, it was weird. It wasn't like he couldn't heal well on his own, he was just surprised how fast it worked. Nothing natural can do that, so that would make her supernatural which is one reason why she'd be right down onto Clark. He was as odd as they come in all departments, his heritage isn't particularly one of common occurrence.

"You're different," He spoke up again finishing at least half of his pancakes now. "Y-you had that potion, and it took away-- Well for one you had a potion," It felt as if he were repeating an earlier statement that didn't really get the answer he was looking for that time, why it would this time was beyond him. He found it hard speaking to her, if it wasn't difficult enough talking to normal woman this one he found oddly enchanting which increased his nervous and rather fumbling behavior.

"Are you a," He leaned in a bit without meaning too almost immediately drawing back when he said "Witch?" He wasn't entirely sure if his deductions into the matter would prove to be right. There was the whole being an owner of a casino thing which really didn't fit into any witchy profile he had ever heard of. So there was that little hitch. But who knows, maybe she's an owner who dabbles in magic and not the other way around. If she was a witch, did she know what he was?

When he drew back hesitantly he noticed a man at the diner bar sitting on that red mock leather seat staring at him. His tie red dangled from his neck as his head craned in his direction. Clark blinked several times, unsure exactly why the man was looking in his direction and not Lilah's. If anything, that was unusual. Most male eyes where wandering over to Lilah, and the movement of her breast when she spoke, it was that-- Clark's mind focused back on the man for a moment. Tonight was just an unusual night for bumping into people, he just chose to ignore him and continue to listen if Lilah had anything to say to his comment. Hopefully he didn't offend her.

Moment of panic drew across his face at the thought of offending her, he reached his hands up slightly in the air in a cautious manner with a weak and twitchy smile.

"Sorry if I-- I mean, I didn't mean to offend you, if I did."

[lilah]

Lilah listened as Clark rambled on. She sipped her water, just waiting patiently for him to finish his broken and choppy statement. She was an elemental. For all intensive purposes she was immortal. Her body could die, but then she would simply take to the wind, regenerate herself and come back, though probably looking quite a bit different.

This was her original vessel. At least as far as Lilah knew. At some point she must of been born, but she had always been an orphan taken in by the priestesses. She was taught the way of Heka, which in itself was as neutral as she was.

Clark's gaze wandered past her shoulder. Lilah glanced in that direction noting the man with the red tie. He wasn't attractive. In fact he looked like he worked in a corner office of some corporation. For the most part boring and therefor not worth Lilah's time. Still there was a tingling feeling that shimmied down her spine. It put her on alert, mostly for her own safety. She was quite fond of this body.

"Sorry if I-- I mean, I didn't mean to offend you, if I did."

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "You'll find I'm very hard to offend."

Lilah finished her meal and then leaned back in the booth, draping her arms over the back in a relaxed fashion. The appearance was a false sense of security. Most who looked at her wouldn't think Lilah a threat anyway.

This was New York City after all. They probably thought she was in costume for some sort of play. Most of the population didn't believe in witches or ghosts or anything else supernatural. They might think her a little odd, perhaps a bit crazy. Lilah realized she probably couldn't argue with those facts.

"However you never answered my question." Lilah smiled at Clark. "Is there a reason I shouldn't hang around you?"

She 'felt' movement behind her. Someone or something was approaching them. There was no one after Lilah, which meant there that whatever Clark was so afraid of had found them.

That brought a smile to her face. Her eyes twinkled with excitement as they moved closer.

The game was on.

[clarkshepard]

"However you never answered my question. Is there a reason I shouldn't hang around you?"

Clark looked at her baffled for a moment, he was stuck. He couldn't quite muster up the courage to explain the why's, in his own selfish way he was enjoying her company no matter how awkward he might be feeling. It's a matter of having the chance to actually talk to someone, or get to know someone, even if that person did watch you soil yourself and makes you stutter like a prepubescent boy.

There were times in Clark's life where he felt inadequate, teased because he was quiet and awkward and the more he didn't speak up the more things were piled on. One day he became the dirty kid who didn't wash his face even though he could be clean as a whistle, next day he could become the kid who picks his nose even if he didn't touch it that entire day. People were cruel, people made Clark feel awkward, so Clark just doesn't really feel the need to be in the company of others. It always ends up with him feeling like he's nothing more than just another demographic of bullied youth.

However, after everything he had just done in the past twenty-minutes or so he was surprised that Delilah's reaction was rather-- Humane. Kind. Reassuring even. There was something about her, more than her looks but perhaps it was her confidence. It was defiantly her confidence. She was everything Clark wasn't, and one would think that he would be envious of her. Perhaps if she was the same sex. But it's more that she doesn't flaunt it in his face, she makes him feel equal when speaking to him and not inadequate.

Just as Clark was about to speak his eyes darted over to where he saw the tie clad man, who was not occupying his seat but positioning himself on Clark's flank as two other suited men paced from one of the booths towards them. It wasn't like this was Clark's first angel rodeo. Castiel saw to that. He's starting to get a hang of 'If they wear suits, it's probably best to flee.' motto. Though, if this ever does end he's going to have some phobia that has to deal with people in suits. Though, it'd just be another on the pile.

When an arm went to go reach for him he squinted and vanished, fork still in hand he appeared behind one of the angels and stabbed them with his utensil out of pure instinct. He started backing up as patrons began to look startled, however like classic Men In Black style one of the angels waved their hands as people around them just started squinting and then slowly fell asleep. However, not Delilah, and not him. Why, well. I guess it remains to be seen.

"This is probably why you shouldn't hang out with me."

[lilah]

Lilah sat there rather calmly as the people around her fell asleep. Her eyebrows did shoot up in surprise when Clark stabbed the man in the suit. Honestly she didn't think the boy had it in him. Oh there was much more going on here than she thought. Lilah of course knew Clark was magically inclined, and the energy humming through the diner, confirmed the men in suits were angels.

They had a certain....juno se qua about them. Something that just screamed, 'Hello, I'm a winged bastard who truly thinks he's holier than thou.' Lilah watched as the approached Clark.

Neither one of them had noticed that she hadn't fallen asleep, which really was in the nature of the pompous, arrogant winged avengers. They eyed a target and went after it, not a thought or care going to anything else. Narrow minded. That's what angels were. Then again so were demons. Perhaps it was why elementals were neutral. They were of the earth in one way and nature had a balance.

This current situation however was not balanced. In fact the angels, in Lilah's eyes were being school yard bullies. Clark was still practically a child, barely out of his pull ups, at least by Delilah's standards. Then again, her life was no where near as short as that of a humans. In fact she was for lack of a better word, immortal.


"This is probably why you shouldn't hang out with me."

Lilah stood, a smile on her face. "Oh no, Clark. In fact, things just got interesting."

The angels turned to face her as if only just realizing she hadn't fallen asleep with the rest of the humans. She smoothed out any invisible wrinkles on her robes, approaching them cautiously. Immortal or not, her body would die if killed. She rather liked this one.

"Gentlemen, I don't believe the boy wants to go with you."

Neither one of them responded to her words. Smiling she winked at Clark. Then with a wave of her hand, she sent a gust of wind towards the angels with enough force to knock them through the adjoining wall. Even as close as Clark had been to them, the wind never touched him. She had excellent control.

Lilah walked up to Clark, brushing a hand across his cheek, eyes sparkling in delight. "Oh yes, very interesting in deed."

[clarkshepard]

Clark was immediately caught off guard when one of the Angel's went to grab him and he was blown through a wall by a seemingly powerful gust of wind, they all were. But Clark stood there, unharmed. Looking at the sleeping patrons, and then Delilah, she was defiantly different. Though, different might be the understatement of the year. Her confidence seemed to radiate off of her, the words she spoke this all seemed to amuse her like a child would be amused by a game and for that Clark blinked. He wasn't offended that she acted like that when he was in mortal danger, if anything it was calming. Inspiring even.

He couldn't help but wonder why, his mind raced but it came up with no concrete answer. He was still all knew to this supernatural thing but he has heard and learned enough that this woman, whatever she may be, is not a common occurrence.

Her body language held it all, the power she possessed yet her cautious steps told him she was vulnerable. Perhaps Clark was being too observant, or he was reading into things to much. In his panic'd state he was surprised he just didn't poof half way across the globe never to see this woman again but his body remained. He stood, when she approached. Feeling her warm touch upon his face, the look in her eyes sent shivers down his spine.

"Oh yes, very interesting in deed." What was she.

"What are you?" He asked with an awe inspired stare that put the previous gawking crowd of her beauty to shame. He did not tremble, he did not blush, he did not shy away. His body froze, it tense. Was he afraid? That part wasn't clear, but it's safe to say since he's afraid of everything that there wasn't a bone in his body that didn't emulate fear. But for the most part, he was what one would consider. Star struck.