Irene:
"Exactly, I'm an angel. I know every ​single thing about you the moment my eyes landed on you, it's practically something natural for an angel." I told Marshall with a shrug, and folded my wings back, and they disappeared. Everything about my appearance changed once again into their regular colors.

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Marshall:

"So you're like, immortal?"

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Irene:
I nodded. "I can be killed, but I'll just return to heaven and come back down whenever I'd like.#

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Marshall:

"Lucky. If I get killed, I go to Paradise, and then I'm stuck there for the rest of my life. Unless one of the Gods grant you to come back in spirit or something."
I shrugged. Being a Vampire was confusing.

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(( Poke c: ))

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Irene:
"Unless one of the angels can persuade them to let a couple of them go." I had done it before, and I will do it again.

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Marshall:

It was getting later. I looked at my watch. 11:47. Man does the time fly...
"Can you really do that?"
I put my jacket over her shoulders so I wouldn't cause her skin to sting, and wrapped my arm around her. I lead her down the driveway, to the sidewalk. I had to get her home at a reasonable hour.

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Irene:
I rose my eyebrows as Marshall put the jacket around me. "You know, I'm immune to a vampire's skin," I told him as I removed his jacket and let his skin touch mine. I then took out the phone that I had hidden in a secret compartment in my dress, and pushed number five on speed dial. 

"Are you ready, Ms. Arguelles?" Maddox's voice sounded through the phone. "There's no need for you to come tonight, Maddox. I already have another person escorting me tonight."

"Oh, alright. Goodnight Irene," he said as he hung up, and so did I. Putting it back in the compartment, I kept on walking, my high heels clacking against the cement.

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Marshall:

"But, at the wine table..."
I was a bit confused, but shrugged it off.
"So where shall I be escorting you to tonight?"


Evree:

I stopped swinging, and got off, walking immediately. I watched my feet as I walked in the cold, windy night.  
Why did I want to apologize to him so much.. And why do I care if he accepted or not? There was just.. Something about him. I wanted him to like me. But why?
I pondered my thoughts as I walked home.

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Bump 

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