"Hey, I didn't mean to make you upset..." Belle soothed, sounding a little squashed. Lone loosened her grip on her friend and stepped back.
                              
"It's ok. Just had.... A really long night." Lone explained with a shrug. Seeming to know that Lone didn't want to be alone, Belle followed her back into Lone's apartment. Both women settled onto the pull out couch, Belle grabbing the remote to flick through channels.
                              
"What time is it?" Belle asked as she settled into the ugly couch bed.
                              
"Depends, what day is it?" Lone replied, already sleepy now that she wasn't alone.
                              
"Doesn't matter, go to sleep silly." Belle laughed. As Lone was drifting under again she heard her best friend start to pray softly. Yes the prostitute prayed.
                              
Hot wet gore dripped out of its mouth, the sour tang of intestine settling into the Twisted creature's gullet. Humming in satisfaction, Twisted swallowed more offal down, basking in the permission to sait its hunger on flesh and blood. The Call to feed had gone out, irresistable and impossible, driving the Twisted forward until it ripped into the bodies and souls of the humans that couldn't see it. Mistress had tried to wrap her will around it, but even her great power was buffeted aside by something more powerful. 
                              
Pain lanced down the Twisted creature's side, drawing its attention out of the pleasure of feeding. One creature was attacking it, little metal bullets peppered the Twisted one's skin. The human was in a uniform, shouting at the Twisted in a language it didn't care to listen to. Turning to swat the little human and squeeze the bood from its mangled corpse, something BRIGHT and painful caught the Twisted one's attention. 
                              
It was another Light like the last one. The Twisted frowned as it struggled to remember the creature from before. It could only recall the pain it had caused, which filled the Twisted with rage. It bellowed out a roar of challenge, striding towards this Light with the overwhelming compulsion to crush it out of existance. Sharp pain punctured into the Twisted, but the Light in front of it paled slightly, the emotions that powered it being sucked away, drained into the Twisted, stored away to be used by the Mistress. There was a pressure building inside the Twisted creature's mind. Something that had been hazey and faint before, was now growing like a terrible sickness. A buried part of the Twisted mind recognized the Angel in front of it and one intelligible word growled out through the Twisted one's lips. "Gabriel." 
                              
There was a loud banging at the apartment door, jolting Lone awake. Belle grumbled and settled down again, stealing the space Lone had been sleeping in. "Bed hog." Lone muttered, already forgetting the strange dream she'd fallen back into. The name Gabriel hung around her, reminding her of someone but when she searched for the memory, it was hazy and indistinct. She shook her head and opened the door, frowning darkly when she saw Gavin there.
                              
"What are you doing here?" she demanded. Gavin gave her a sorrowful look but she wasn't buying.
                              
"I tried knocking on Belle's door but there was no answer. So I thought I'd try here before leaving." he explained. Lone looked a little startled, hurt dancing briefly in her eyes before she bottled it down, reminding herself that she had told him in no uncertain terms that she wanted nothing to do with him. He was following orders, taking Belle out as if he wanted to court her and at the same time seeing if he could detect that thing trailing him. She had no reason to be hurt by this anymore.
                              
"She's asleep on my couch. I'll go get her." Lone didn't invite him in as she turned to rouse Belle. "Belly, you're boyfriend's here. Now give me back my bed." Lone shook her friend's foot to wake her. She was still distracted by that niggling feeling in the back of her mind, like something wasn't quite right.