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When the fae met the cops gaze, her eyebrows raised in surprise but her face quickly shot down. Perhaps an old friend? But why would she hide her face in such a way to a friend? Only the Sire knew. Of course she knew. But only to such an extent. "Ma'dam." He spoke, holding onto his belt, holding the stereotypical cop lean. Still looking down, Aphrodite rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath. Victoria held a snear when she replied, "Sir. How may I help you this fine evening?" Thunder clouds crashed together to make a wonderous crash from the skies, how ironic. The cop broke the gaze, looked around, looked at the 'punk', then the 'slut'. "Quite the group you're accepting now." Wrong answer, but the Sire knew better to attack in broad daylight. "Get to the point." She snapped, her cloud-filled eyes became an electric lavender. "Two of your men have been taken into questioning. Harassing some woman, named Alex?" Growing more purple by the minute, her orbs turned to Damon. "Oh really? Well, release them. They're innocent." A wad of cash was nonchalantly given to the cop who discretely tucked it away in his pocket. "See you later." The cop said, then leaned down, whispered, "Slut" to Aphrodite, before hitting her shoulderblade and leaving. The pale vampiress would grow even more, her lips pursed, and a mix of emotions whirled in her orbs. 

"He'll be dealt with, Aphrodite... Slowly, but no later than tomorrow night." Victoria offered, rubbing where he gave her a rather harsh pat. "And Damon, like I said, take care of it." The Sire got up and grabbed her designer purse, which was a gift from Aphrodite. Aphrodite followed the Sires movements, accepted her embrace, kissed her cheek, then grabbed her stuff as well. "Now I've got 2 little boys to take care of. I want to hear from you in 2 days on the turning. Its an urgent occurance, otherwise I wouldn't ask so soon." A nod concluded the conversation. As the Sire flitted off into the alleyways, Aphrodite turned to grab her bags but ignored eye contact with Damon.

Aphrodite remained silent as she cleaned up the table and would make it easy for the bus-boy to clean. Once she was done, she pulled some hair out of her face and behind her ear. "I can support myself." A subtle hiss could be heard when she passive agressively put on her sunglasses. Despite the cloudy weather, the light was still sort of harsh to her orbs, plus the sunglasses acted as a facade. "I suppose you could, though." A light pink pigmented her cheeks; but as the street lights dimmed in color, so did the pinkness of her cheeks. She didn't think it was obvious she was using her powers to hide, so it didn't concern her much that Damon would notice. Besides, she knew something was whirling around in that mind of his, something always was. "Devils lil helper huh?" She snickered and tugged the sleeve of his shirt before she started to walk the city streets.

The little comment Damon made sent her straight up and caused her to laugh. "Excuse you. I have saved you plenty of times as well, and in fact, I think I was the most recent rescuer." She sneered, her smile curling slightly into a devious grin. "The bar, remember?" She cooed, her arm wrapping around his and then her free one cupping her bicep. It all happened so quickly, her mind still in survival mode from seeing the cop, so it took her a minute to see the position she was in; which only made her blush more. 

(Bringing up the cop, I'm bored and need stuff to write so xD)

"You b-tch!" Screamed a voice from the crowd, a tan finger escaping the crowd to follow. "Get over here!" Aphrodite turned her head to face the finger directly but wouldn't take a step forward. A body came out the crowd that was attached to the finger, but the badge from earlier was missing. "You got me fired.!" Aphrodite leaned up to Damons cheek and whispered, "Damn, she works fast." She would giggle subtly afterwards, if the cop didn't swiftly grab her from her hair and yank her to his side. She hissed loudly, her fangs instinctively growing and sharpening. Although she put up with this under a rape drugged haze, now was a different story. "You are not paying me to pull my hair, and frankly thats not my d-mn job anymore, douche." She hissed, grabbing his arm and ripping it off her. "Do you possibly think I care? Your lil protector isn't here, and frankly, your frail lil a-- got me fired. You've got to pay." To even be a poseable threat to Aphrodite, means to be a poseable threat to a vampire in general. No human could do it empty handed, but he wasn't. The cop knew his actions would have to be 100% and quick, quicker than her. Once he handcuffed her, he grabbed her shoulders and kicked her spine, which sent her to her knees in screaming anger/pain. "Now this is embarrassing." She growled, trying to get up.

It would be a lie to say Aphrodite expected Damon to react in such a way that he did. Sure; he had quite the temper, but to jump into a fight that's not even his? The frail woman absorbed the energy of the man and stood up slowly. Her hands supporting herself against her knees as she gasped for a few breaths. "Thats no lady!" The former officer chuckled through aspirated breaths. "Take a look at her, man. You think a lady looks like that. Like some dead sl-t?" The man tried to kick the fiery vampire in his stomach, or anywhere to give him some leverage of getting down. His hands reaching in his pocket only to remember the gun was taken away along with his badge.

"F-ck." The man would mutter to himself before trying to pry Damons hands off him. "If you don't kill him first, bring him to me. I need a second." If she wasn't caught off-guard, Aphrodite would be completely unphased after healing. But from draining the energy, to using it just enough to get up, it was too taxing for her, especially when she's surviving off blood cupcakes at the moment. Hair would fall into Aphrodites face in the most beautiful mess, not even a small lock of hair could hide the luminance of her blue eyes. Her blue eyes though, became an electric cyan, to such a degree that it was rumored streams of lightning escaped her eyes. She raised from leaning on her knees and looked at Damon, awaiting his next move.

"HEY. HEY WAIT." The man urgently wailed. "I have a wife and kids, man. Please, we can talk this out." Aphrodite looked at him with disdain, "Oh that just makes it worse dude. You cops." She hissed, not being able to wait any longer. "Are all so corrupt. I can't believe kids fear me and look up to you. If only they knew." Her hiss forming into the thunder that surrounded them, bellowed and enough to send the most fearful out of their shoes. "Oh no.. You're going blue." She held an obviously fake pout and leaned on her hip. "

As Aphrodite watched his anger ever-so subtly grow and succumb him to a fearful beast, but to her, he was simply more enticing. She watched his muscles slowly relax just enough for the man to catch his breath, color returning from its cyanosis with every gasp of air he would inhale. It was a pity for her, to truly understand the fragileness of humanity, and have the capability to murder one with a simple contraction of a collection of muscles. She couldn't possibly take his life, she wasn't that person, it would hold her conscious down until it drowned her. But; she did have the morals to severely maim him. So with that, she planned to do so. "Thank you..." She murred, taking the man and quickly took him into a dark alley and away from civilization. When she got to the destination she desired, she ripped open a hole in the mans torso using a finger cuff that had a jagged edge. Her and her specialized weapons, and their strange cosmetic purposes. With a scream, Aphrodite silenced the man with a quick slit to the throat. "Please be quiet." She spoke, collecting some of the blood in several viles. To any other, besides Damon and the Sire of course, would think silencing him made it easier for her to be discrete, but the roots of the issue reached much deeper than getting away with a crime. His cries would haunt her in the dream realm, it would haunt the very back of her mind just like the other lives she's taken away. His life force began to decrease almost rapidly as blood gushed from his wounds and flooded the surrounding area. "Crap." Her voice was hasty, angsty. "Crap crap crap CRAP." She grabbed at her temples trying to think of what to do, his life draining by the second. The thought of Damon curved her attention, drawing her eyes to him, and suddenly; it was like her mind cleared. She knew exactly what was to be done, and because of that; her electric blue eyes dimmed slightly, just enough to expose her pupils. From the side of the neck, Aphrodite leaned down and pierced the skin, and tainted his bloodstream with the virus. As the virus began to pulsate through his circulatory system, his wounds would decrease in blood shed, and as soon as it reached his heart, his wounds would heal rapidly. "You are a slave, to the gang now. You will serve under the fledglings, the lowest in the gang. Meaning, you will be more worthless than dirt that I step on." She scowled, and since she is a little princess, her commands would be granted by the Sire. "If you do not wish this fate, kill yourself." Damon never heard this voice she used, only at the bar, when the lights all shot out. It was scary, bellowing, yet it was still smooth as silk. Her angelic- yet macabre- hymns stopped when she gave the man a nod and fixed her dress. Aphrodite noticed Damons chosen silence, her face growing solemn. Was it possible he was ashamed? Ashamed to even be around a former human trafficking victim? To secure her pride, she planned to explain it later. "I got blood on my dress.."

The woman playfully pouted, trying to facade the horrors she just committed with her normal chipper attitude. "Tongue, hmm. Maybe next time, and you can do it." She spoke, rewrapping her arm around his. A pleasant smile formed from her bloodstained lips and she made an audible sound of enjoyment, clinging closer to his arm as his warmth radiated onto her otherwise cold surface. "You're warm, are you okay?" It was a sudden change of attitude, but her mind was out of whack to revert itself back into a mocking brat; for right now atleast. Her heels were lifted as she stood on her tip toes and felt his forehead to see if his warmth was a symptom of an illness. When her innocent blue eyes met Damons, she furrowed her brows and stiffened against him, toughening up her exterior and playfully messing his hair up. Her blonde hair fell to the arch of her back, bouncing happily behind her as they continued to take their stroll, a lock or two carelessly falling in her face only to be quickly pinned behind an ear. Her lips and dress seeming to unphase her, but was quite the eye-sore for fellow citizens. The time it would take to get to the house became the subject to her thoughts as more people were caught staring in confused horror. The insecurity bothered her, not because of the ruined dress, but because of the crowd she was gathering. It wasn't exactly smart to take the main streets to the house, and because of that thought; Aphrodite tugged at Damons arm towards an alley-way. "Let's take the back roads, alright? I don't want to attract the wrong crowd." Her sentence implying any form of a snitch, or even worse; a pig itself. 

Aphrodites cheeks flushed a warm pigmented pink when she exposed Damons soft side, the greying of his eyes calmed the piercing blue of her own, but her sunglasses hid most of the pigment. The glare of his orbs haunted her even after she broke the gaze, feeling the pain they witnessed with great empathy. Her giggle hid her emotions well as she observed the ruffling of his fur. "Yes, it's necessary. There was something in your hair... a bug!" She made a face, swatting an imaginary bug with her pale hand. "And oooh, goody. When did you discover that?" She tilted her head.

As they reached her apartments, she stuck a key in one of the mailboxes, turned it, and let it swing open. (Cont. at the apartments)