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Joselynn could always be found within the city limits of New York. She felt that there was very little left that the world could offer her. Dominic had told her wonderful stories of the rest of the world but her heart had never told her to go there and do it now. Of course, there was very little that her heart ever told her. It was a cold thing, only warming when her Dom was around. She smiled with the thought of the man she was in love with and loved. Such a twisted dear little thing. She flicked her long dirty blonde hair out of her eyes and sighed. She pushed away from the brick wall and slowly began walking down the sidewalk. The dagger that was practically lethal to vampires was strapped to her hip. She had no idea what else it might be lethal too but perhaps she would find out someday. It was slightly hidden by her longer leather jacket and green eyes (so like her mums) stared out into the night, noticing everything. She missed very little since she never knew when she might be in trouble and need a little help.

The moment that he stepped out behind her, she could feel him. There was something there that called to her and possibly in a not so good way. So she went a little farther along, her strides increasing themselves so that she gained a bit of distance on him. When she felt she was far enough ahead, she turned sharply into another dark alley. When Zeke finally came up to see where she might have gone, the alley would appear empty. A garbage bin was up against the side of one wall and at the end of the dead end alley there was nothing but trash. Small sounds at the back of the alley hidden among the garbage might have sounded like a girl desperately trying to hide herself.

When he had taken a few good steps into the alley, she came out of the sky, jumping down behind him. The dagger that had been a gift, pressing dangerously into his throat. If he so much as took a deep breath he would be bleeding. “Who the hell are you and why the ******** are you following me?” Of course she had always known her dad wasn’t Gabriel, like she would want him as her father anyways. She knew that Ama had been raped by Zeke and left to die. But of course she thought Ezekial was a b*****d too.

When his fingers wrapped around her own and caused the dagger to press deeper into his throat she was caught off guard for a moment. “What the ********?” The first words to come rolling off her tongue, imagine that. So when her hand was pressed against the wall with her really only actual weapon, she turned back giving this blonde haired guy a death look. “I wish looks could kill.” She growled under her breath and just before she decided she was going to have to get physical he spoke. Her eyes narrowed slightly more leaving just tiny green slits to stare at him from. “I thought you were dead.” And that was how she greeted her long lost father, whom she wished would have just stayed dead. Yes, what a grateful happy daughter that was made. “Let go of me.”

“You can seriously kiss my a**.” She said in reply to his ‘put a sock in it’ line. She ignored the name calling, she had been called it all before. It was trivial to her. Obviously, his threats did little to impress her as her lips kept running and words kept coming out. She raised an eyebrow at his outburst and knocked her head against the wall when he punched. “You c**k sucking b*****d.” She went to say something else, going on about the s**t she would do to him when his arm closed off her airway. Long fingernails bit into his forearm from her one free hand and she just glared at him. When she almost couldn’t move she aimed her knee for his groin and planned to kick him in the shin on the way down. So instead she sent her thoughts to him. ”Why in the hell would I want to talk to you?” And then she started to find it very, very hard to breath and his form started to blur.

She fell to her knees, coughing and gulping the air back into her lungs. Her throat burned and there was probably a nice dark line across her throat now from his arm pressing into it. She wouldn’t know for sure until she got to look into a mirror. She rubbed it and then was yanked, by her hair, to her feet where she stood and continued to glare at Ezekial. She knew that he would snap that dagger in half and really the only thing that stopped her from punching him in his face was the fact that he had her dagger, the most prized thing Dominic had given to her. She made a face and spat out blood from when he had punched her earlier, her teeth shredding her gums in her mouth. “You are a d**k. I cannot believe I am related to you.” She moved away from his touch but lingered at his side. “Also, call me baby girl again and I will cut off your d**k just to personality see you never father children again. Actually make that touch me again and I will do it too.”

“Good luck finding him angel.” Sometimes she acted just like her mother. If Ama knew she would be proud of her little girl taking and acting just like her for the moment. Though all the swearing was definitely from Ezekial. “You have already died once. I may not like her but my mother never lied to me.” So she was even slightly noble, all these new feelings were scaring her a little bit but her mental wall slammed shut since she was obviously leaking a lot of information. Then she really didn’t think about much except for the pain as her slammed first off the wall and then again off the pavement. She groaned, obviously a greenhorn even as badass as she acted. To mortals she was amazing but she had yet to test her finesse on an immortal and obviously, she had some practicing to do. She couldn’t talk for a moment as she attempted to gather her wits about her again. Her head hurt and it made concentrating on anything difficult. She felt something warm dripping somewhere on her head. She attempted to swallow, her throat was throbbing sore. As he yanked on her neck the pain just intensified. ”I’m not telling you s**t.” She might not love her mother and brother but she sure as hell wasn’t going to tell this d**k where they were. Their locations were locked up deep, deep.

When he finally stopped pulling backwards on her neck she let her forehead rest against the cool pavement. She took a few slow breaths in and out of her lungs as she listened to him go on and out about something. She actually tuned him out and had enough guts to lay her cheek on the pavement when he was done talking and say. “Hmm? I’m sorry. What were you saying?” Yeah she knew that the pain that was about to come would be the worse but she thought it would be worth it if she could just see one small flicker of anger in his brown eyes. Brown eyes. He was so full of s**t.