Two Bottles of Whiskey for the Way -- OPEN

[KAZRAN K CORSAIRE]

I've got my ticket for the long way round
_{THE ONE WITH THE PRETTIEST OF VIEWS}
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❧ Kazran lounges in bed, the TV on in the background even though she hasn't actually been paying attention to it for a while now. Her focus has been diverted from the local weather report to one of the many medical journals that litter her quaint apartment. She's only been in San Diego for a couple months and her little loft already looks well-lived in--she certainly didn't waste any time in decorating and furnishing the place. She'd gone too long without feeling like she had a home, and she was determined to attain that feeling in San Diego. The particular article she was currently reading was about the effects of a brand new therapy treatment for patients suffering from PTSD, and the entire study had sucked Kaz in, leading her to abandon getting dressed and going to the grocery store. She lazed around the bed in her knickers for another hour, and only hopped-to when she accidentally glanced over at the clock and realized how late in the day it was.

She'd already wrapped her long blonde hair up in a messy bun at the top of her head, and swept a little blush across her high cheekbones. The woman doesn't often wear much more make-up than that--it's too much trouble and she's been blessed with naturally clear skin (thanks for that one, dad). Kaz meanders over to the closet where she pulls on a pair of her favourite low rise jeans, a well-worn peach coloured t-shirt, and a pair of comfortable black flats. Once dressed, she walks out into the kitchen where she's left her grocery list, car keys and purse, and grabs them all up, ready to leave when her cell phone buzzes urgently. She heaves a sigh and throws her purse back onto the counter, digging through the multitudes of junk she's been meaning to clean out until she finally feels her fingers wrap around the blasted thing. Kaz pulls it out, slides her finger over the answer key and holds it up to her ear. "Doctor Corsaire," she says, fingers strumming along the counter top. It's no surprise when the voice on the other end of the line is her mother, and the corners of Kaz's mouth curl up in a smile when she hears Marina's voice.

They chat for a while, Kazran talking about all the different patients she's seen since she's been at the big San Diego hospital, Marina telling her about how well Marshall and Henry are doing. Their conversation is pleasant and easy, and makes Kaz a little homesick, but the feeling is soon forgotten once they hang up. As much as Kazran loves her mother, and even her step-father and step-brother, she knows that she'd be unhappy if she were to go back to small-town Washington and start working at that tiny family practice again. She's already done more research, had more surgical practice, and seen more patients in her two months in the big city than she'd ever done back home. Her mother was being understanding about the whole thing, but Kaz knew that Marina worried ceaselessly about her daughter. She knew that her mother only wanted to protect her, and really, she appreciated it, but she'd decided a long time ago that she wasn't going to let something she couldn't control run her life and scare her off from anything she'd set her mind to do. There's a picture of her and Marina stuck to her fridge with a magnet, and Kaz throws it a sad smile before collecting her stuff again and heading toward the garage. She climbs into her SUV, hits the lift button for the garage door and sticks the key in the ignition, starting the car. She puts it in reverse, twists at the waist to look behind her, and begins to back out of the garage. She gets to the middle of the driveway before it suddenly strikes her. A vision of someone she doesn't know, dying.

She stands to the side, unseen and unheard, like a ghost. It happens like it always happens. She watches a young woman walking across the street, headphones in her ears, only half paying attention to the world around her. There's a car coming suddenly, headlights gleaming in the dim moonlight. Kazran wants to yell out, try to get the woman's attention, but she knows it won't make any difference. This hasn't happened yet, and nothing Kaz does in this vision will ever make any difference. The car comes barreling down on the young woman; it hits her, and she flies up, bouncing against the windshield, bones snapping and blood spattering and Kazran cringes away from the sight, wincing at the sound of the woman's scream.

It takes her a second to realize that she's the one screaming, and that the sounds of the car accident--shattering glass and crunching metal--have actually occurred in reality. It takes her a couple more seconds to realize that it's her car that's been in an accident, and that she's just backed up into someone, and from the looks of the damage, she'd had her foot on the accelerator when it happened. Kaz puts the SUV into park, unbuckles her seat belt and swipes back a couple of wisps of hair that have come loose from the band at the top of her head. She climbs out of the car and rubs her neck, groaning when she sees the full extent of the damage she's caused. Her car looks pretty banged up, but the person she's hit... there's no way that it won't be totaled. The rear driver's side door is completely caved in, all the way back to the rear quarter panel... it's bad. Her instincts finally kick in and she runs back around the front of her car in order to get to the driver's door which she wrenches open. "Are you alright? I'm so so so sorry!"

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NOTES: You can post as the person Kaz hits or a bystander, whatever works best for you!}

[LUCIEN SAMUEL COLEVRA ,]

YOUR INSIDES ARE FEELING SO HOLLOW

AND ITS A HARD PILL FOR YOU TO SWALLOW
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the only reason the vampire ever had an reason to leave his humble abode above crimson x was in search of the goods he had for sale. even then, that was a rare occasion. many things had passed through his doors, brought right to him by means of trade. it was safe to say that lucien colevra lived an extremely comfortable life, physically speaking, anyway. deep within the heart of his club, in secret backrooms, lie an entire fleet of bleeders. he himself was the host of this feeding frenzy, offering up the best mortal blood that san diego had to offer. they were all willing, of course, but that hadn’t stopped him from making any money off the encounters that occurred behind his doors. some bleeders volunteered because of their twisted fantasies, while others, he offered a handsome paycheck to for their services. the patrons were mostly vampires who required the warm crimson liquid of a human to thrive, but that hadn’t been the only creatures who found crimson x as a safehaven. nephilim who fed off mortal energies and lycans who had tamed themselves not to devour were among the few. there was the front of the club to, which was fully functional and catered to both the mortals and immortals alike. even without his black market trading scheme, colevra was indeed a very wealthy man. despite popular belief, however, he did not run the club solely for the monetary value. instead, he created it as a means to end the destruction of the mortal race. he could not help what he was; he learned that quickly. in his attempts to thrive off animal and bagged blood, he grew weak and subject to attack. it was only in his creation of crimson x that he knew he could spare lives and sustain his own…and others of his kind.

smoothing out the lapel of his casual grey suit, lucien gave his reflection an approving look in the mirror. he was quite handsome, without really having to try, but he wasn’t one to dote upon his appearance. he always ensured he was acceptable to the outside world and nothing more. his hand ran through his tousled hair, giving it an extra shake to make it appear as though it were supposed to be in his current state. with staff and servants littering his place, he really had little reason to state up until the club closed, but he enjoyed watching his business thrive. with a soft smirk, he headed down the back entrance and into the secret rooms in back, bypassing the club atmosphere altogether. though it was early evening still, many of the stations had already been filled, with both bleeder and supernatural…ready for the taking.

”sir, there’s a client here to meet you.” one of his staff motioned to a rather large gentlemen at the corner of the room, clearly waiting on lucien’s arrival. as he swept toward the man, he greeted him with a pleasant smile. clearly he had business other than feeding on his mind, seeing as he had yet to touch the woman who sat on the pristine white chair. ”’ello, nice to meet ya….?” he extended his hand as he waited for a name from the man, his words dripping with his irish accent. ”i have business to discuss with you, colevra…alone.” as he noted the brute glaring at the bleeder, lucien waved her off. she scurried off in a hurry, clearly frightened by the situation. great, just what he needed…to lose another volunteer. he managed to grasp her arm before she exited, letting his powers to compel work on her. ”you are relieved of your duties here. you were not harmed. you came to crimson x to have a good time with some friends and ended up having too much to drink. go home and rest.” the woman ate up the false story in her hypnotic state, nodding before disappearing. lucien noticed the brute’s agitation as he returned his attention, straightening out his coat once more before offering up another smile. ”now, i believe we were going to talk business, mister…uh..?” the guy drew a folded up picture from his shirt pocket, tossing it on the coffee table. ”forget who i am. my mistress needs you to find this woman. you’ll be paid handsomely, but refuse, and everything you’ve worked so hard to achieve will be gone….everything and everyone.” lucien did not appreciate the threat and maintained his cool composure. ”first of all, if you want me to help, i’ll need something more descriptive than my mistress. secondly, i’m not a bounty hunter…that’s not what i do.” he was just about to turn away from the man and show him the door when he spoke once more. ”i’m sure you’ve heard of lilith and therefore know what she is capable of. she’ll destroy everything you love if you can’t obtain this woman for her. kazran corsaire. you have one month. when you have her, we’ll be in contact.”. with that, he left lucien standing in his tracks.

with the profits of each night well above where they should be, lucien had little reason to take on such daunting and dangerous tasks. he enjoyed the trading of cursed and rare items, but that was simple to him. many walked in his doors with something they wished to trade in exchange for something of greater value to them. and of course, he often felt obliged. he often acquired things that were one-of-a-kind; things he would never again encounter. thus, he shouldn’t have been the least bit surprised when he was approached with a task that he had never been asked to do before. lucien was not a supernatural bounty hunter, nor had he ever needed to seek out anything that was living. his customers that dabbled in witchcraft were always asking him for charmed crows feed or vexed cat heads, but never another person.

it was the events of that night that led lucien colevra to his current location, here at the home of a woman he didn’t even know. he had no idea what the queen of hell wanted her for, or what value she must have. in the three days since he had been visited by the henchman, he had done his best to acquire any bit of information on kazran. all he ended up with was the information he had gotten off the internet about her work as a doctor, incredible work, actually. unless lilith was suffering from some neurological disorder, he couldn’t imagine what she would want with a seemingly mortal doctor. he had no other reason to believe she was anything other than a mortal…had she been vampire or lycan, he would have known it. an angel wouldn’t be working as a doctor and had she been a demon, lilith would have already had a strong hold on her. he didn’t like the idea of handing someone over in order to keep his life in order, but he couldn’t afford to have it destroyed. having lilith on his bad side surely meant imminent death.

lucien sat outside the doctor’s home, studying her activity from the from seat of his challenger. he wasn’t crazy about driving the vehicle, having one of his servants chauffeur him around most of the time, but that would have looked a bit more suspicious than he already did. he was surprised she had not been out yet, off saving patients…or whatever it was she did. he still hadn’t a clue how the situation was going to work out, finding the idea of grabbing her and running a bit ridiculous. he had his powers of compelling which would be his best bet, provided he could get close enough to her. lucien was ready to rest his head on the headrest and get a few moments of sleep when he saw her door open. he glanced at the fuzzy black and white photograph he had been given and then back to her, confirming that it was indeed the same woman. he couldn’t help but note, however, how much more beautiful she was in person than on the piece of paper. the vampire had become lost in his thoughts before he realized she was on the move and would most likely be driving past her. in a hurried rush, he shoved the keys in the ignition and attempted to throve the vehicle into reverse. unfortunately, things did not go as plan. having driven a car only a few times in his life, he was careless in thinking the shifter had reached the r. instead, the vehicle had flung forward as he hit the gas, sending him down the street.

he had little time to react as his car slammed into the doctor’s, causing the airbag to inflate amidst the chaos. stuck in a moment of haze, lucien forced himself to regain his wits, looking around. this wasn’t the best case scenario, but perhaps he could make it work to his advantage. if he could lure her close enough, perhaps he could touch her skin and compel her to come with him (in a new vehicle, of course…because his was junk now). lucien’s hand managed to find its way down to his pocket, pulling the pocket knife out and sliding the blade up. with an agitated jab, he deflated the airbag, cursing aloud in a variety of irish profanity. he braced himself against his door as the smell of blood wafted to his nostril, causing his canines to drop from his palette as his instincts of hunger kicked in. it was his own blood, dripping from a small wound on his temple, but the scent still excited him. he hadn’t fed for three days as he worried over this woman, and clearly the anguish was getting to him. but as fast as the wound had appeared, it dissipated, leaving nothing but the blood as evidence he had ever been hurt.

he nearly fell out of the car as his door was wrenched open, catching himself on the steering wheel before he kissed the pavement. normally, he was quite a poised man, but the whole situation had caught him off guard. he glanced up at the pretty blonde who had hit him, noting that it was indeed the woman he was tasked in capturing. ”yeah, yeah, yeah…i’m fine.” he wasted no time with small talk, resting his hand on her wrist as she neared him. ”i need you to take me home…you need to come with me.” as with all mortals, lucien had expected her to offer him the same hypnotized look and nod in agreement. when nothing came, he quickly shook his head and cleared his throat. ”err…sorry, i think i hit my head. i mean, i should probably go home.” clearly his immortality was healing his body quickly, having regained his strength momentarily. he pulled himself from the car, glancing her over as he straightened up. ”you have insurance?” he didn’t particularly care about her damn insurance, but it was a way of being one hundred percent about her identity. not to mention, it would give him a moment to figure out why he couldn’t compel her. she seemed genuinely worried about him and it was hard to believe that she had anything to offer lilith…he didn’t sense a single thing about her that was dark.

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tagged - - - kazran!
notes - - - sorry i got carried away...i don't expect anything this big in return....if any details don't fit with her story, let me know and i'll change them.
lyrics - - - love somebody ,, maroon 5.
word count - - - 1897.

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[KAZRAN K CORSAIRE]

I've got my ticket for the long way round
_{THE ONE WITH THE PRETTIEST OF VIEWS}
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❧ Kaz's head is beginning to pound, right at the base of her hairline. The pain always starts there, after a vision has come and gone, and it never goes quietly on its own. Occasionally, the pain will become so great her sight will blur and she'll need to lay down, take a couple minutes to center herself, breath deep, relax her body and her mind, and when that fails to work--as it typically does--she'll pop a couple aspirin and move on with her life. It's been close to five months since her last vision; the longest stretch she's ever gone without, so this one hits her fast and hard, and she begins to feel light headed. She now slightly regrets standing so fast and running around her car to make sure the person she'd hit was in one piece, even if it seemed necessary at the time. Sometimes the woman can't help her instinct to protect people from harm--another trait she can blame on her angelic father. Kazran takes a couple deep breaths, in through her nose and out through her mouth, and tries to focus on making sure the victim of her little episode is alright.

She hadn't really been thinking clearly when she'd yanked open the door of the car she'd hit--only that the person might be seriously hurt--so when the driver practically tumbles out of the front seat, she jumps back a little, gasping almost comically in surprise. Her heart starts racing when she realizes that the driver is seemingly injured, judging from the blood trickling down his forehead, and then it starts racing even quicker--if it were possible--when she realizes that he is an incredibly good looking man. It's not like her to dote on a person's attractiveness one way or another, but there's something about his face (even bloodied and looking a little pissed off) that makes her feel a bit breathless. The logical side of her brain immediately barges its way into the conversation at that thought, telling her that she's simply having a perfectly normal and chemical reaction to the vision and the accident, and that there's absolutely nothing about this situation that should make her feel the slightest bit giddy, whatsoever. It's all just chemicals. Perfectly natural neurological responses. Mhmm, absolutely positively normal... She mentally scoffs at herself, slamming shut the proverbial front door on this ridiculous internal conversation, when the man clutches at her wrist and tells her she needs to go home with him. One of her eyebrows raise up in a sort of bewildered consternation. Her mouth opens slightly, words dancing on the tip of her tongue, but she can't decide whether she's offended or just plain confused. But it's all moot when he clears his throat and corrects himself, even if his correction still doesn't make a whole mess of sense--it is at least clear that he has actually hit his head by the blood on his face.

Kazran shakes her own head; a miserable attempt to clear the thoughts tousling around in there along with the steady pounding that stubbornly lingers at the very back of her mind, and she looks back up at the man when he asks if she has insurance. Of course the eternally responsible and perpetually prepared woman has car insurance, but it's the doctor in her that is infinitely more concerned with the fact that someone she's just hit with her car is bleeding and not exactly making a whole lot of sense. "I do of course, but please, come inside, I'll take a look at your head and we can sort out the insurance details after I've made sure you don't have a concussion," she says, loping English accent drawing out the vowels in her words, giving him a flash of her teeth in what she hopes is a reassuring smile. It only takes her a moment to realize he might not be all too keen on waltzing into some stranger's house--especially one that probably just totaled his car. "I'm a doctor," she adds, hoping to allay any of his worries about her. Who better to trust than a doctor, after all? "And it would do wonders for my conscience if you let me check you out." She immediately flushes, having realized that what she's just said didn't exactly come out the way she'd wanted it to; somehow, she manages to maintain her composure.

Without further comment (mostly out of fear of further embarrassing herself), she turns and takes a few steps toward the garage door, only turning back around at the waist to wave him along. The garage door leads into her tidy little kitchen, and she leaves the door open for him to come through. There's a pair of stools tucked under the bar-style counter top, and she tugs one out and pats it. "Please, make yourself comfortable, I have to go grab my kit," she says with a nod and then practically runs out of the kitchen and into her bedroom, making a beeline straight for the little cupboard in the bathroom where she keeps the first aid kit and other various medical paraphernalia. Kaz tucks it under her arm and switches off lights as she makes her way back into the kitchen, setting the kit on the counter near her impromptu patient. She takes a moment to open the case up and sort through a couple of things before turning back to him, penlight and gauze in hand. "I have to apologize again, I'm so incredibly sorry." She moves closer to him, her hip lightly brushing along the side of his thigh, and she notices how nice he smells. There's definitely some brand of cologne, but it's not overwhelming--it nicely compliments what she can only imagine is his natural scent. It's very... manly, and just about as soon as the ever-professional doctor realizes how much she likes it, she can feel the heat of her cheeks blushing. "My name is Kazran, by the way," she says, doing her best to keep her voice even and unaffected.

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[LUCIEN SAMUEL COLEVRA ,]

YOUR INSIDES ARE FEELING SO HOLLOW

AND ITS A HARD PILL FOR YOU TO SWALLOW
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it was safe to say that lucien had endured his fair share of collisions in life, both emotionally and physically. in his young, mortal years, he had taken to jousting; something that he enjoyed thoroughly. though it had taken him only a brief period of time to climb to the top of the ranks, but that wasn’t without saying he hadn’t taken a few blows. to this day, his now immortal skin stil bore the scar across his shoulder from where his opponent’s lance had split, going through his armor and piercing his flesh. then of course, there was the great war that he had chosen to take part in, having sustained his own injuries in addition to inflicting many. however, it lucien colevra could admit that he had never once been involved in an accident relating to automobiles. a part of that was because he didn’t care for them; he’d rather walk or not going anywhere as an alternative. he was no advocate for the earth, or anything like that, but he didn’t appreciate how they muddled up the city and provided an unnecessary ugliness. but in the event that his transportation as required, he tended to resort to his chauffer’s driving his rich little ass around. he didn’t even possess a legal driver’s license and could probably could how many times he had been behind the wheel on his two hands. all in all, it probably wasn’t completely kazran’s fault that they were in their current predicament.

with his senses heightened at the smell of his own blood, lucien knew that he was clearly bleeding. it wasn’t serious, by any means, but he was sure the doctor would insist he be looked at anyway. had he been a mortal, he would have to worry about concussions or whiplash. but alas, he would be fine. he let the blood stain his porcelain skin so as to somewhat avoid suspicion. if he were to wipe it away to reveal a seemingly healed wound, he would have found himself in a world of awkwardness. after all, he had already gotten the vibe that his compelling wasn’t going to work on the doc. while he didn’t have the extensive sense of smell like the lycan species, lucien was fairly skilled at ‘sniffing’ out what he was dealing with. from the impression he had gotten, both by observing the woman and now meeting her in person, he hadn’t felt that she was anything more than a human. this notion only served to pique his interest in her even further, wondering what exactly the queen of hell wanted with this lovely lady. by her concerned expression, the vampire easily gathered that she was concerned about those around her…well, she was a doctor after all. he shook his head slightly as he found himself lost in thought, growling at himself. if he were a typical american, he would have immediately gotten from his care and threatened her with a bout of offensive slews and the prospect of a lawsuit. lucky for kazran, lucien was not an american. so instead of a slew of american insults, he chose to mutter quietly in scottish tones under his breath. it was not like him to be rude, unless well deserved. and because this was indeed, in part his fault, he chose to let it go. he didn’t much care about the state of his ruined car, nor worried about his health. what he was concerned about, was getting close enough to get the deed done.

lucien had to admit, he was slightly taken aback when she openly offered entrance to her home to him. perhaps this was going to be easier than he thought. knowing who she was, the proposal didn’t seem that off, but he forced himself to raise a brow in question. feigning his concern, he always imitated a look of understanding when she admitted she was a doctor. well yea, he knew that. what he hadn’t expected from this day, however, was to be subject to an accident at the hands of someone as beautiful as she was. he was doing his best to not let his attraction to her get the best of his judgment but he was struggling. it was hard to believe she would have been of any use to anything dark. overall, from the few brief moments of speaking with kazran, she seemed like a decent woman. ”i think my noggin will be jus’ fine…but i’ll oblige ya, if it’ll make ya feel any better.” he had no intentions of letting her observe him, for the sake of not wanting to divulge his true identity to a mortal woman. once inside her home, he’d take one more crack at an attempt to compel her and if that didn’t work, he’d have to figure something else out. ”’ave to say….my normal doc isn’t as much of a stunner as you.” he wasn’t a huge ladies man, or anything close to the sort, but he always spoke his mind.

without saying anything further, lucien decided to follow her. the ache that pained his body was already starting to dissipate, returning him to his normal self. other than the blood that ran down the side of his face and his slightly tousled hair, he looked just as he always did: prim and proper in his casual suit. as he followed her into the heart of her home, lucien couldn’t help but cast a glance around at the way she lived. everything seemed organized and above all, mortal. he had no reason to believe she was anything otherwise. lucien’s own place screamed of his archaic upbringing; donning medieval weaponry and gothic architecture. ”eh, yer boyfriend won’t be upset with ‘nother guy here, will he?” lucien questioned her, almost playfully, though he hadn’t seen an evidence of another person living here. he was aware that he was probably a bit too relaxed considering the current predicament, but he thought it best to remain calm and get her on her good side. what exactly he was going to do was completely up in the air at this point. if she was willing, it would have made things all the better….he didn’t want to have to throw her over his shoulder at carry her out. but as he thought of that imagery, it became increasingly more apparent how uncomfortable he was with this whole ordeal. she didn’t seem to have any skeletons in her closet and he didn’t feel like turning her over.

taking advantage of the situation, lucien waited until the doctor had left the room before he drew his pocket knife from his pocket. it was copper tipped, the only thing that could pierce the skin of his kind for an extended amount of time. as ridiciulous as it seemed, he drew it across his temple, letting a fresh wound and stream of blood appear. without a wound, he would have appeared suspicious…now he had one to match the story of the accident. he tucked it back in his pocket, just in time as she resurfaced from the back room. lucien offered a nod as she spoke, watching her as she came at him with her supplies. ”well, kazran, do ya always go around smashin’ into people and then invitin’ them in yer home?” he teased, offering a faint smirk. ”lucien colevra.” he gave his own name, letting it roll of his tongue. well, he’d see how things played out.

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tagged - - - kazran!
notes - - - blahhh.
lyrics - - - love somebody ,, maroon 5.
word count - - - 1244.

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[KAZRAN K CORSAIRE]

I've got my ticket for the long way round
_{THE ONE WITH THE PRETTIEST OF VIEWS}
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❧ It certainly isn't helping Kazran's blushing cheeks that this man is flirting with her, calling her a stunner... She only chuckles in response to that one, rolling her eyes a little when she thinks he isn't looking. He followed her into the house without too much protest which she's pleased about, and when he asks her if her boyfriend will be mad about her having another guy in the house, she actually snorts. "My house is far too clean for there to be a man living here," she says, raising an eyebrow at him, a smirk turning up one of the corners of her lips. "No boyfriend here." She tells him to make himself comfortable and he stays put when she goes to fetch her first aid kit. She organizes the little case when she gets back into the kitchen, shuffling a few things around so she can find what she's been looking for, and finally she grabs a penlight and some gauze and she sets out a few alcohol pads. She gets close enough to his side so that there is only an inch or two of space between them and takes a look at the laceration on his temple. It's pretty minimal, and the bleeding has stopped, so she slips a latex glove on and rips open one of the alcohol pads, dabbing his skin gently to wipe away the remaining blood.

He asks her if she goes crashing into people often, and she laughs again. "Actually, I'll have you know this is the first accident I've ever been in. I'm usually an excellent driver," she says, giving him a wink before returning her focus to the wound on his temple. He introduces himself to her and she smiles as her steady fingers brush lightly over his skin, and she decides that the laceration is minimal enough to warrant just a bandaid. She places the little white adhesive on his skin over the cut and grabs the penlight again, moving around to stand in front of him. The way he's sitting on the barstool, she has to practically get in between his legs to get in the correct position, and she tries to keep her professional face on even though on the inside she's grinning like a loon. She's treated patients of every ilk and has never been affected by anyone the way she is right now, and she's doing her best to keep a straight face and not get ahead of herself. The doctor is no virgin, but she hasn't exactly had the best dating life in the past. Is it even ethical to go out with someone whose car you've just totaled?! She doesn't know and she is trying not to think about it too much. She clicks on the penlight and tells him to follow the light with just his eyes and everything looks normal. His pupils dilate normally and he seems to be recovering just fine, so she turns the light off and tosses it back into the little case.

She pulls off the glove covering her right hand, using it to gather up the bloodied alcohol pads and crosses over to the kitchen trash can where she steps on the little pedal and throws the refuse away. Kaz turns back around to Lucien and she folds her arm over her chest, butt pressed up against the counter top. "It is my professional opinion that you'll survive. You might have a little headache later--feel free to pop a couple Advil," she says, and just then the phone starts ringing. She glances over at the clock on her oven and her brow furrows when she realizes how late it's gotten. Her eyes meet Lucien's and she smiles apologetically and then grabs the phone off its cradle, but right as she's about to answer it, the ringing stops and the call goes to the answering machine. The voice that rings over the device is Henry's, her step-father, and it sounds like he's just been through hell and back. "Kazran, someone's taken your mother, please call me so I know you're safe. Watch your back," he says and Kazran's mouth drops open in surprise.

What does he mean someone's taken her mother? Who they hell would ever want to hurt Marina? Her mind immediately assumes the worst, and she starts to panic internally. If demons found out about Marina and Zadkiel, there's a damn good chance they know about her too, and it's only a matter of time before they're coming for her. Her head pops up and she looks back to Lucien and she's immediately embarrassed and worried and a mess of other emotions she can't even begin to describe. "I..." she starts, but has no idea what to say. What is she supposed to do? She could call Henry back, but if someone has Marina, they might be listening in on Henry and she doesn't want to give them any more of an advantage on taking her than they already have. Kazran has spent her whole life keeping quiet and trying to live as normally as possible, telling no one about the one thing that makes her different and it's finally come back to bite her in the ass. "I'm sorry, you didn't need to hear that," she mutters, her head dipping back down. She can feel tears welling up in her eyes and she fights them back with everything she has in her. She will not cry in front of this stranger and she will not start panicking. If her mother is in trouble then there has to be something she can do to help and damn anyone to hell who tries to stand in her way.

The feeling of having no control over her own life makes a certain kind of rage she doesn't know that she's ever felt bubble up in her stomach and her jaw clenches in frustration. She's beginning to feel so angry she can feel the knuckles that are wrapped around her phone turning white and she feels like she's going to explode. Instead of exploding though, she suddenly turns around and hurls the phone at the wall accompanied by a primal sort of growl she had no idea she was capable of. She stands silent for a moment, her back to Lucien and she attempts to compose herself. He probably thinks she's a lunatic and she wouldn't blame him the slightest bit for thinking it either, because he's probably right... she's feeling a little crazy, anyway. She turns, her face a mask and looks over to Lucien again. This whole mess is her fault, and she feels even worse that's she's now dragged this poor guy into her bullshit. She clears her throat and tries to steady her voice, because she's so close to being on the verge of tears again. "I'm sorry, I have to go, I can't do this right now. Let me give you my phone number and I swear I'll pay for your car."

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