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Started February 09, 2019 by Deleted user

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Zackary rose his eyebrows skeptically but grunted nevertheless. “That’s a very nice… eh… vision. I’m quite glad that you have such an ambitious dream.” He grinned, though it was rather flat.

Melody rolled her eyes. 'Alright, Mr. Sarcastic, what do you want to do with this drag life we've all been cursed with?

Zack sighed softly and shook his head. “I’m not sure, really. I kinda wish I could live a more simple life, if that counts.”

Melody let out a giggle. "It does, but I kinda find it funny. When I was growing up, I wanted to be a Queen and lead my soldiers into a battle for the ownership of the Universe. I wanted fire powers and have a red lagoon surrounding my castle. I sound insane, I know, but I would still take the life if it was offered."

Zack rolled his eyes at the wall, sighing. "How does that count as a simple life? I could laugh at that if I wanted, really. You find my wish for life funny?" He asked in slight disbelief.

"Not funny. Just different is all. We're so different, but I totally feel a connection." She gives a lopsided smile and abruptly jumps up. She turns to the backroom, but then asks,
"Do you like music?"

Zack jumped slightly at her sudden movement, keeping his hands firmly planted on the counter as to not upset his cup. He glared at her back angrily as she started to disappear, and huffed.
"What type of question is that?" The Demon asked sarcastically.

"The type of question used to get to know someone better." Melody was pleased to see that she had caused him to show a little more emotion than before… even if it wasn't quite the one see was looking for.
"Well? I like anything, honestly, and I've tried a ton. But I like anything that keeps me moving."

Zack nestled back angrily into his warm flannel, snuggling into the high collar. "I don't care what you play. My genre of music is different." He took a sip of his cooling drink, sighing into the cup.

Melody laughs. "You're pouting like a child. That's so cute," she says, unaware of how her words may come cross. "But I'm interested in what your taste in music is. I'll try that next."

Zack growled softly over the edge of his cup. This lady doesn't think at all when she talks, huh?
"It's not really anything specific. It's just random stuff, I guess."

Melody leans against the counter and rests her chin onto her hands, batting her eyes innocently. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

Zack glanced up, letting a slight glower take over his handsome mismatched eyes. "You know, I just play random shit. It's not really anything special." He shrugged, forcing more of the drink down for something to do.

"You are aware that that's not alcohol, right?" Melody pokes playfully, before a sudden ring causes her to turn towards the door. A man in his early twenties walks into the cafe, hands in jeans' pockets, eyes glistening green but swimming with distrust. He first looks Zack up and down, with a hint of disgust in his frown, then turns to Melody. It is noticeable that Melody's face has paled a bit, but her smile does little to waver.
"Ah, Donovan! Meet Zack, he has a taste for secretive music and likes to pretend that his cold coffee is really alcohol-"
"Slut." Donovan's voice is cold and expresses annoyance. "Get moving. How many boys do you plan on flirting on in one lifetime?"
"I wasn't flirting-"
"Sure you weren't." He growls, then turning his expressionless face to Zack.
"Finish up and get out. It's after hours; you weren't supposed to be here anyway."

Zack sipped at his mug, returning the expression hotly. He set down his mug, shifting in the seat he was sitting in.
"Maybe I will. Maybe not." He knew he shouldn't go around picking fights, but really, it was uncalled for what the man had said to Melody. She had been just having fun. Zack wouldn't mind to see his guts splattered up the walls…
He shook himself out of it when his gaze swam and his eyes darkened at the bloody, somewhat satisfying scene in his head.

Donovan smirks, leaning forward only slightly.
"You're the rough type, hm? Well, that would only make sense. Melody seems to fall for your type so easily." His eyes glint sharply. "But I would be careful with who I mess with if I were you. My father has a hand in every major corporation in the North and has many, many powerful friends. Unless you would like me to make your life extremely miserable, I suggest you scram."

"I'm not the rough type. I'm the type who has self-respect," The other, smaller man growled. He glared up at Donovan, his hands twitching slightly on the counter as his long, somewhat clawed hands pulled off of the cup.
"And you can't scare me with lies." He had been watching the Human carefully. Despite being betrayed by the person who had taught him about Humans, Dent had been right. Once you look out for lies in a Human, you can see the movement in their eyes, hear the gears whirring in their head, and smell it off of them.
"I bet your friends are really druggies sitting around at a bar, throwing away their money for shots, asshole."

Donovan smirked, although his lips were now twitching. He was not used to having someone confront him and not run away screaming.
"There are no 'friends' in my line of business, Zack. However, you are partially correct. I know many other big men with sons my age who are wasting their inheritance away on alcohol and bail. But you cannot truly blame them, of course. My line of work is not for everyone." Melody begins to start, fearing a real brawl in her cafe.
"Sweetheart, please don't. I really wasn't flirting, I promise. Can you please stop?"
"Don't open your filthy mouth before me, concubine. You will not come home until you've cleaned your sins away. Sleep here, or in some man's bed." Donovan turns away, shaking his head in disgust. "I cannot believe that your father is my client. Rest assured that if he weren't, I would never be in a relationship with the likes of your kind." Melody's eyes glistened with tears threatening to spill, her lip trembling slightly, but she still manages to force a giggle and wave to her boyfriend.
"Alright, dear, I'll see you in a bit!" But by the time she had finished, he had already left the cafe. Melody let out an apologetic laugh, quickly wiping her eyes with her apron and turning back to you. Her face, in those short moments, seem to age enough to make her look much older. But her eyes were still young, whether it were pain to keep them raw or her undying efforts to remain happy.
"Sorry about him, he can be pretty openly critical. But he isn't all that bad. Believe me, I've seen him with his clients. His smile can be the prettiest thing when he's with them."

"Concubine?" Zack repeated, wrinkling his pointy nose. He rose slowly to his feet, his hands tightening into fists. He could still feel the pulsing, weak soul of the Human walking away from the cafe, highly aware of what he wanted to do.
"No, he is bad. I'm honestly horrified for you that you have to deal with a wretched puke-up like him," His response was angry and outburst-like. He snatched up hid messanger bag, straightening up in his posture.
"And I think I'll give him a piece of my mind." He could still smell the Human. This Human smelled of others; he smelled of alcohol and drugs, a smell that Zack had grown to hate.

"Please don't." Melody's voice was urgent, and she was on the verge of taking hold of Zack's arm before remembering her fiance's accusations. "My father needs Donovan. He's worked so hard to build a large company, and making a business contract with Donovan's father's firm could be limit- breaking for him. I was the one who gave consent for Donovan to marry me. I did it for my dad. He doesn't know about who Donovan is really like, and he doesn't need to. I'm happy, alright? A little hardship never hurt anyone." Melody smiled, all trace of sadness buried far within the back of her mind.

It was a trick she had learned through the years, but even so, she yearned for a good dose of her headphones right about now. "Please don't interfere. I'm totally aware of what's going on, but I've dealt with it from even before we got engaged. I'm chill, my dude." Melody stared into Zack's eyes, a gaze of pleading being the only thing she had left to offer to Zack.

Zack let his gaze flit away from hers. Another waft of a lie touched his nostrils and he shook his head. It was so obvious, now that he knew what to smell for.
Anyway, he wouldn't let someone who worked for this cafe get bullied like this. He didn't care how important that Human was, he could've been the president of the United States, and Zack wouldn't hesitate to hurt him. He had unneedly pushed around his fiancée, and butted in on a nice conversation. He wouldn't kill the Human, but he'd do enough for people to see the Human's…. true colors. Which was red. A lot of red. A conspicuous smile worked onto Zack's face as he walked towards the door of the cafe.
"Whatever. You have a good night."

Melody's hand trembled as Zack neared the cafe door. "Zack, please. I know that you have good intentions, but this will only make things worse. By… hurting him, it means you're throwing all of those years I spent in pain away. The time for vengeance will come. But that time is not now. Believe me when I say it, Zack, the date for when I take back my integrity is a day I will savor." It may have been an allusion, perhaps, but it seemed so surreal. That Melody's emerald eyes flashed scarlet, the color of freshly shed blood. "How about this, Zack. Make him feel sadness. Ruin him mentally. Make him sob with not a trace of hope left in his world. Make him yearn for the one person who was actually willing to care for him as a person and wasn't just nice to him for his money. Make him cry." Melody smiled, but this was a more menacing image than before.

One that seemed to savor something more than homicide, but the flicker of pain in her victim's eyes.

"In fact," Melody reached from behind the counter and grabbed her purse and spare ear pods. "I'll come with you." And in a moment of shyness, she quickly added, "but only if you don't mind!"

But then, why did it seem like her mind was already made?

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Zack didn't turn to look at her until she had proposed a deal to him. He turned, caught the scarlet in her eyes and smirked.
Ah? Is she one, too?
"I think that sounds good. I think you, than anyone else deserves to see him crumple. You'll make him weak and paper-like, then crush him yourself, like the damn weakling he is." The sharp, hissy words felt good as they left his mouth. He hadn't spoken so freely to someone, hardly to someone he didn't know. He started at a brisk pace again, his eyes still on the Human's soul. They had gained ground on the pair, but they could catch up fast. Especially if Melody could fly… that'd be very helpful…