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She gave it a moment think about, "Well, I should be in control for about half an hour more at best, Santana and the 'Bloody Pink Butterfly' aren't the only ones that like to be in control and know everything." she said, nodding as she sat down, careful to not jostle her wound too badly, "Oh, and I don't mind if you just leave me here. I'm sure that soon one of the more mature and senseful ones will take control and turn us into the police, so there's not much to worry about." she added, smiling up to him.

The moment Able got closer than a foot from her, Santana's eyes flashed a deathly red, and she squeezed her eyes shut, gasping silently. She place a hand on the side of her head, as if she had a headache, and she blinked hard, "Well... I could try, but it'd be difficult with this wound. And-" she said, stepping back from him, "I suggest not compling closer than three feet of me unless you'd like to... die." she said, clutching the cloak around her tightly, lifting up the hood to hide her pink hair, her eyes however, weren't so easily consealed. Due to a mix of her demon blood and the Bloody Pink Butterfly's will, her eyes were glowing bright red in the darness of the hood, but she didn't notice as she peeked outside to see how bad the humans were. Geez, they were like flys hovering over spilled soda.

Santana stayed silent as she followed Able outside, her eyes narrowed as they came closer to the officer, but she didn't say anything, nor did she stand out from behind him. She hadn't realized, but her control over her mind was bocoming weaker the longer she stayed near the humans, and she was beginning to pant and sweat from the effort it took, but luckily she was far enough away from them that they couldn't hear it. She was surprised that she was in control for so long though, she'd never been this good with dealing with the Bloody Pink Butterfly when around humans, but she also noted that she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. She shut her eyes tightly, her grip on the cloak had aslo become tighter as she stood there, her legs feeling weak as her panting put her stomach through major pain, but she was determined to hold out a bit longer, at least until the humans were gone. She had to, there was no other choice but to hold ou, but... the Bloody Pink Butterfly was getting stronger every second the longer she was near humans, her murderous aura was growing thicker, to the point of the humans being able to sense it if they were searching for it, which they were.

Santana's eyes flashed brighter when the cheif had mentioned her aura, and she didn't turn fast enough when Able gestured to her, so the man most likely saw her red glowing eyes, but if he was smart, he wouldn't say anything. She prayed that he wouldn't, otherwise she knew that she would be over thrown and the Bloody Pink Butterfly would take over only to cause more trouble, and she hoped that he'd just be paralyzed with fear, but knew that these men were used to demons by now and he probably wasn't scared so easily, still she hoped for the hopeless.

The moment they were stopped in the alley, Santana snatched her wrist back, glaring at him, "Do not touch me, human." she hissed. She discarded the cloack, placing a hand on her hip and frowned at Able, "Now what do you plan on doing with me?" she asked suspiciously, her eyes held a distrusting hostility towards him.

She rolled her eyes, "Hah, I'd like to see that happen." she said sarcatically. She folded her arms and glared at him again, "What are you plotting? I don't need some human to protect me from its own kind. I know these mind games, you're planning on ganing my trust and then using it to your advantage to do what you wish with me. Turn me in, kill me, torture me, whatever it is you humans think will work. But do not forget that I could kill you in an instant, and I do NOT need you, so I suggest you stay on my better side." she practically hissed, then she walked off, not expecting him to follow, but he most likely would, based upon how he'd acted earlier, she assumed that he wasn't planning on letting her out of his sight.

In an instant, Santana had pinned him against the wall roughly, shoving her arm against his neck roughly to make it difficult and uncomfortable to breath, "WHAT did you just say?! I didn't quite hear you." she growled, her eyes were raging with hate, yet at the same time pain due to the sudden movement disrrupting her wound and opening it again, the blood staining the bandages, but she didn't loosedn her grip as she glared at him. She was half tempted to snap his neck and then rip him apart limp by limp, but something held her back, she guessed it was one of the others in her mind. Her aura grew dark and thick, and it was beginning to materialise and he could post likely see it; a thick murky purple looking smoke began to radiate from her, her eyes glinting with murderous intent and she searched his eyes for an answer.