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Angeles smiled then cackled, "never," she said shaking her head, "I never controlled my summons, they did what they did willingly. I told Kru he did not need to help me. That he was free, all I simply said, was that I needed help. As for Elenora, I attacked her out of rage, reason came afterward.

I know that you cared about me, I knew that you would not just run in to kill me, that was why I did what i did, to break that trust," Her vision returned then and she focused hard eyes on him, "I don't even trust myself, what warrents your trust in me!?" she stood up, her eyes turning red, "and yes if you continue to stay near me you will die and I will be the one to kill you. I am a Stroker, not Gaian, not Atwater-Rhodes, I will kill you whether I want to or not!"

Angeles bore her fangs, "you honestly think that I believe my death is enough to pay for what I've done? Don't think me so shallow," she snarled, "my 'temper tantrum' is going to have to go unpunished. MacPere will end me before Elenora sees me alive and you think i'm not happy!?" she threw her table, aiming to miss Gren, "this place is the only sanctuary I have known in all my life! You people my only friends, you don't think I wasn't happy!?" she cursed severly in her native language before speaking, "yes, I was happy, you were happy, MacPere was happy, everyone in this ******** inn was happy, and I am sick and tired of everyone's demons walking into this place and taking that happiness away!"

She turned and drew her claws against the wall before she went completely numb and fell to the ground, "a moment of sorrow would be worth the rest of a lifetime of peace and happiness! DENY THOSE WORDS ARE TRUE I DARE YOU!"

"We have all had enough suffering to compare," she growled in a low tone as Gren washed his cup. She was about to retaliate again but her voice caught in her throat. She looked at Gren with somewhat wide eyes as tears escaped the corners of them. She made a sound halfway through a cough and a sob and turned to her side and began to hoist herself back onto her feet.

"Do you really want me at your wedding?" she asked looking over at Gren, considerably calmer, "honestly? Not to mention that I would not be able to be in the same area as any sort of priest, considering what I am."

Angeles went silent as she looked at Gren. his words replayed in her mind and eventually her gaze fell to the ground. She turned and sat back down in her chair, resting her arms against her legs and bowing her head so that her hair covered her face. She could not understand it at all.

Tyler walked into the Inn with a yawn, carrying an item that one almost never saw on him...an actual briefcase. He sat back down at his laptop, looking over the information; there were still a couple of details to add to Gren's life story, but overall it was shaping up quite well.

Sosol came down the stairs, having slept relatively little due to Angeles' shouts the night before, and offered a wave to Tyler. He pointed to the empty coffeepot, offering to make a new batch, but the response was negative.

"Come here a second," he said, still working on his pet project while wondering what Azana had in mind the day before. Apparently, the two of them were on different pages, yet both involved a plan of Gren's...

"How's the identity--where did you get a briefcase?" Sosol asked as he approached, surprised at the change. The genius still carried his normal messenger bag, but this seemed entirely out of character.

"It's on loan from an old contact...needed something sturdier to put the documents in. Took all night to get the papers and licenses just right. Just putting the icing on it all; while Gren's picky, there's still a little wiggle room." He stopped typing momentarily, looking up to Sosol.

"I thought having all this done and over with would make you less troubled..."

"Well, maybe...but..." His eyes wandered over to Angeles, unsure if she was resting or unconscious once more.

"Look, Sol--okay if I call you that?" At the bartender's nod, Tyler continued. "I know you're pretty new to the operative's life...but you can't dwell on every decision you make. You're going to face problems, especially if you stick with Azana, that don't have easy answers, and some of them are going to make you enemies."

He lowered his voice, a genuine grin crossing his face. "If it's any comfort, I think you made the right one."

Sosol flinched as the wood from the table connected, and for a split second he had the notion of sending it straight back through her heart. Taking a breath and shoving the violent thought aside, he made his way to the bar, pulling out some cola for Tyler, as well as one for himself. He wasn't happy with the idea of becoming dependent on caffeine, but until everything had blown over, it seemed like more sleepless nights were ahead.

Tyler quirked an eyebrow at the sudden toss and glared at Angeles before getting back to his work. For a 500-year-old vampire, she sure can be petty... He thought, thankful that Sosol hadn't decided to retaliate. He could see it, though, that look in his eyes...exactly how long did the operative intend to hold onto his pacifist ideals?

Angeles' eyes closed and with one last exhale fell forward out of her seat and onto the ground again, out once more until sundown. Baldur came from the kitchen with his water and sipped at it, glancing at Angeles before walking over to the group of men, "what are you doing?" he asked with honest curiosity.

Baldur tilted his head slightly before looking down at himself. The wounds had been too great to heal up completely, there was a large scar in the center of his chest and his side between his ribs. They would be difficult to hide, "that depends on whether Zulma thinks I healed up fine or not," he said softly looking back up at Gren, "and you?"