Consumed ( Devon )

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kevala was not herself, she had that fucking picture still within her grasp as she drove away from the hospital and toward her apartment. She had to change......had to start training again...it was all that she could think about.

She had gone far too fucking long playing the nice girl in this fucking world. And what did that get her? Not a fucking thing! It hurt the one person who ever meant anything. Who ever cared about Kev in such a way. She hated herself, but more than that, she hated the little bitch in this picture and who ever was the cause of what happened to Mischa. She would find the people responsible for this if it was the last thing she ever did.

A growl sounding as she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex, slamming the car into park and jumping out, her hair still blowing about her as her emotions had yet to settle down. Her eyes that fiery crimson shade with black flecks held within them...A clear sign that she had gone way off the deep end.

Making her way upt to the apartment she currently called home, she dug out her keys and slid them into the lock, opening the door and entering. She was gonna get back to what really mattered in life...Making sure that everyone else felt just like she did in this moment. And making them regret, just as she did, the day they were born.

[Devon]

Devon moved through traffic with a good amount of skill, something he gained from over two years of reckless driving through supremely bad traffic. The bright yellow hooded sweatshirt ripped out straight behind him, as well as the light weight green shirt underneath was pushed up to expose his abs as the wind wiped against him.

As he neared Kevala's apartment building he slowed down and sent a text message to her, telling her that he was in the neighborhood and that he was going to drop in. Of course he had no idea that she wasn't going to answer his message, and didn't know if she would actually be there or not, but... Well he was a hormonal teenager, he was gonna improve his chances.

When he rolled into the parking complex he found a spot near the entrance, put his kickstand down, and pocketed his keys. He got off and sighed, having a suspicion that she wouldn't be around. Where she would be if she wasn't, he had no idea, but it seemed like one of those days where something was going to go back ass-wards.

But he ignored that niggling notion and strode through the complex until he arrived at her door. Not bothering to knock he simply reached out and twisted the handle, finding that it was unlocked, and took that as a good sign. Stepping in he neglected to brush his hood down, after having put it up again when he got off the bike out of habit.

To make matters, potentially, worse he also didn't announce himself as he closed the door quietly enough to go unnoticed. Why? Well even he didn't really know, but it was likely due to some primal urge that insisted it would be funny if he caught his kitten off guard.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Kev had gone into her room, taking off her clothes along the way and leaving a string of disgarded clothing in her wake.....As she entered into the room, she spotted a wall with a bunch of her art work decorating the wall.....A growl sounding forth as she reached into her nighstand, grabbing out some thumb tacks and then moving to the wall.....

Standing there, she knocked the photo's off the wall, glass shattering as those frames hit the ground, and then she slammed the picture in her grip against the bare wall, shoving a thumb tack into it and pinning it in place.

The first of many that would come.....That was for sure.....With one last glance over the photo, she shoved away from the wall to pull on a white tank top and a pair of black workout pants. Grabbing up a hair tie and pulling her hair back, she slipped on her sneakers.

It did not take her long, since she was in a hurry....Needing to get out and try and get this aggression out before she did something to screw up all she had in mind to do. Heading out of the bedroom, she ran flat out into a wall?......no.....Crimson eyes shifted upward as she realized it was indeed a person, her hands shooting out to shove back whoever it was. Not taking the time to see it was Devon, not that the irrational her would make the distinction at the current time anyways...Memories of Mischa, of their time together, their family raced through her mind clouding her thoughts.

A rather harsh growl offered as she spread her feet and placed her hands down at her sides, balling them into fists.....making sure she had her balance.....Narrowing her eyes on the one before her.

[Devon]

Devon wasn't sure what kind of caffeine intake inspired Kevala to run headlong into him, with quite a bit of speed, but he was convinced it had to be a lot. He was about to make a decaff joke when she roughly shoved him back, her strength surprising him considering how small she was.

Hopping back he kept one foot just off the ground, leaving him free to pivot as he adjusted his balance with one foot, until momentum had slowed enough that he could easily settle onto both feet. Cocking his brow he looked out from the shade of his hood, a small sneer pulling at his thin lips, a streak of anger flaring in him.

It would only be the forth time he'd ever heard her growl, but it was clearly different in both context and tone. Either his joke held no humor, or something was seriously wrong. But in either case he had suddenly become curious. What could she do if provoked?

Devon quickly shifted his left leg forward and leaned his upper body forward so his shoulders hovered above his knee, his left hand reaching out, palm turned to face the right. His right was level with his hip, palm facing left, and his stance had set itself to be one he could easily turn and bat away attacks.

With a quick jerk of his head he taunted her, the sneer still present, and the conflicting emotions of the lust that drove him to the apartment, the anger at his greeting, and the frustration that came from the previous two... Well it would be hard for her to know it was him, short of his poor sense of fashion or knocking off his hood.

[Ceraphine Davis]

As much as she hated Gabriel at the current time, she could not help but hear his voice in her head....a little grin, sadistic in nature, curling onto her lips as those words echoed in her mind....Telling her to not let her emotions cloud her judgment. So, this person wanted to play. Well, practice was what she had been after....

A little tilt of her head to the side, hearing her neck pop once as she did such and she set those eyes upon said target as she noted the stance he took...

Her trembling hands went motionless, her entire body seeming to focus on the task at hand. Guess it was not so long since she last fought....heh....

Normally she would have waited..but she was not the same as she normally would have been, and it did not take her long to shoot forward, her right fist shooting out into his face and then her left knee coming up to the ribs.....

Giving her just enough time to slam the heel of her other palm outward and into the larger figures chest, attempting to send him back with all the strength she could manage.

[Devon]

It seemed that she knew how to handle herself, as she focused herself and clearly changed in outward demeanor. He was impressed by that much already, and it put him in the mindset that it would be best if he didn't take her lightly. Not that he expected anything serious to happen to him, just that it would've been something of an insult if he considered her weak at this point.

Devon, however, saw that she had more speed in her than him, but he used his outward hand position to his advantage. As her punch came he shifted his hand to the inside of her arm, and then pushed his palm to the left. He shifted his right side around, along with his rear leg, so his chest would be facing to the left, gripping her forearm as he used her natural aggression to keep her moving in the same direction, over his still extended left leg.

It was a variation of tao toshi, the difference being that he couldn't perform the technique exactly the same way considering their difference in height.

[Ceraphine Davis]

Soooo he caught her wrist and shifted his body, forcing her slightly off balance....Well it was not like she had been expecting everything to work her way...She had gone two years without practice......

But then, as he kept hold of her hand, she shook her head and shifted her own body so that she could jerk away from his grasp. Not something that would have been too hard given her increase of strength over the years. She then reached out, her hands reaching foward to grip hold of him and slam her head into his own.

Just then, the instant she hoped that her head would connect with his, she brought up her knee once more, this time trying to nail him in the stomach. Using the bracelt she wore to send a soft pulse through the body she had a hold of, one not of anything but warning to back the fuck off.

Yet she did not activate the cuffs. Not yet.....She needed some more practice and this would be perfect.

[Devon]

The problem with adapting on existing abilities is that their effectiveness dropped, which proved to be his problem this time around. He had been successful in avoiding her first thrown punch, but a combination of being a inadequate adaption and the fact that he wasn't willing to throw her head through the door lead to failure.

Of course this would leave to further problems, as she broke his grip, turned slammed her head forward, busting his lip open in the process. His head jerked to the back due to the impact, and he was now in trouble. Grunting as the pain flashed through his nerves and blurred his vision, as she wasted no time in bringing a knee into his stomach. But he had one advantage in that situation, as he had his right hand at his hip, and he ducked his upper body forward with the impact against his stomach.

Devon swept his right arm under the knee and locked his bicep and forearm on either side of her kneecap, and turned to his left as he jerked his upper body straight again, lifting her upward. At the same time he was using the leftward turn of his body to bring his rear leg around and slam his shin into the outside of her opposing knee, more then likely to sweep the leg away, and with her other high in the air likely would wind up falling on her shoulders or the back of her head.

If successful his left hand would go to her foot, twisting her ankle to the right as he shifted his body back to the right, the pressure on her ankle meant to force her to roll onto her chest or suffer the pain resistance would have caused.

[Ceraphine Davis]

The scent of blood hit her senses and caused her to grin a bit more. Yes, that was just what she needed. A little laugh given as she felt herself grabbed and soon enough landed with her shoulders to the ground.

Then there was a twisting of her ankle, which hurt, but not so bad that she could not keep her wits about her. Her free foot coming up and slamming the area just above his knee. Hopefully hard enough that it would cause him to either stumble back or at the very least release her. Because she had not intention of rolling over.

It would not be the first time her body had been broken, and this time would be far less painful. Those crimson eyes continuing to stay narrowed on his figure as she drew her leg back just enough to slam it forward once more, just incase the first blow had been unsuccessful.

[Devon]

The initial twist did not succeed, which meant he would have to go for something a little more drastic. He, unlike Kevala, was thinking of his opponent. It was very much hindering the progression of the fight, but it wasn't a crippling handicap because the martial art he had learned had several submission holds.

But what he was going to progress the hold into changed when he took a piston kick to his thigh. It drove him back, the hold he had on her knee was pressed back so it was instead around her ankle, which he quickly locked under his arm pit, his other hand resting on his chest. At the same time he dropped back onto his ass, keeping her leg between his own.

He quickly hooked his right leg around her left, pressing the edge of his foot against the inside of her opposing thigh just at the pelvis, hurting her ability to kick at him. The only thing left was for him to lean back, the pressure on her Achilles tendon would be intense, and the pain was used most frequently for force surrender.

Although it slipped his mind that she may not be all that willing to surrender to him, considering she mistook him as an intruder.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She watched as he fell onto his ass, and then just as he would have moved she put her speed and her strength to use by shifting her body and using ehr hands to shove herself enough to sit up, despite whatever pain might have been there, and slam her fist out right into his nose.

Not allowing him time to finish his move on her, and not bothering to care if she got hurt or broken or anything of that nature.

She wanted suffering and blood and she was willing to take it from anyone she could get her hands on....No matter who they were.

Another growl and she jerked her ankle he had a hold on forward, either she would get free or he would move forward with her while maintaining his grip...She would then drive her right elbow into his jaw. Figuring the more pain she caused the better this would go for her.

[Devon]

Devon couldn't remember the last time someone was quick enough to pull off such a move, sitting up during the hold was usually a combination of incredibly difficult, and equally painful. It probably would've even felt more painful then the crack to the nose he got for his trouble. Grunting his head went back, his hood fallen nearly completely off as he straightened his head, once again ignoring the fresh flow of blood.

No longer having the advantage he loosened the hold and pulled one of his shins under him, resting on his knee, and planted his opposing foot. He sprang upward while he dropped the hold, and with her trying to jerk away from the hold. The combination of two head strikes and the awkward way he sprang into standing position would've lead to him stumbling back, if it weren't for his shoulders thudding into the wall, keeping him upright.

Devon's tongue peaked out and drew away some of the blood from the good sized cut he got from the headbutt. Sighing he shook his head, the hood falling the rest of the way off, figuring it was pretty useless to try and win without going all out. Something he didn't see any point in, considering it wasn't exactly his plan when he set out for her house. But it did give him a good idea of just how tough she was, and that was something he was glad to know.

He still pretty much expected that she would've popped up just as fast and head for a quick blow, which he wasn't all that sure he would be able to successful deal with. He wasn't built for taking punishment, and Kev could definitely lay on some pretty serious hurt. Already he was aware that his stomach felt like a hole had been drilled in it, his thigh ached, and his face. Well his nose wasn't broke, but definitely sore, and he felt like he had a mouth full of blood.

Resisting the urge to spit the blood out he cocked his brow and smirked. "Tougher then you look," Devon noted, not pressing the attack. The only time he actually came close to 'attacking' her was that he swept her leg, but the end intention of that was only to put her in a position where she would be forced to submit. If she pressed the attack, well, shit happens.

[Ceraphine Davis]

She smelt the fresh flow of blood and growled at the thought of that heavenly crimson liquid.....No! She refused to drink...refused to have her anger even the least bit fucked with at this moment. Then as he sat up her mind latched onto who it was....Narrowing her eyes at him as he spoke.....

Yes, normally she would have cared....But she had just gone a tad bit off the deep end and was not exactly in her right frame of mind...So, instead of curling up and bowing down, she instead rolled away from where he stood and rose to stand up herself, her eyes remaining on him as she drew in a deep breah and backed up a few steps.

"Leave me alone....."

Practically hissing out the words as she brushed her tongue over her lips and kept her small hands balled into fists...Clearly not herself at the moment, and not functioning as she should be. More as though she was lost to the darkness she tried constantly to escape night after night.

[Devon]

Devon cocked his brow as he noted that he wasn't being quickly attacked. He seemed confused by that for a moment, and he glanced down at himself. Nope, she was definitely winning, he could tell because there was blood collecting on his shirt as well as his mouth. Licking the cut on the inside of his lip he looked up and noticed that his hood wasn't in his peripheral vision.

Ah, so that was it.

He moved on to the next confusion. Instead of acting as she normally would she once again reacted in a way that forced him to wok on his improvisation. She was pissed off, but it's not like she lost or looked all that scared, so it wasn't necessarily something he had done. He hadn't neglected her, so that was out.

"What, not even a kiss to make it better?"

Okay so it wasn't the best response to an obviously tense situation, but he was still in the mood to play around. A busted lip and a bruise on his stomach wasn't gonna change that, the only thing it did change was that he wanted to rub his stomach and spit. Devon lowered his brow and offered a faint grin, resting heavily against the wall, trying to regain some of his lost strength.

"Besides, thought blood was your thing. Not going normal on me, are you?"

[Ceraphine Davis]

She had turned to walk away, until she heard his words....causing her to stop and growl once more as that fire seemed to dance in her eyes for a moment, though it was concealed from his view....Slowly however the darkness began to creep forward....Black tendrils slowly seeping into her eyes as she turned around to face him.

It was only a matter of moments before they were solid black, a state she had been in only a handful of times prior to this. One when she had lost her control due to her kidnapping and Gabriel had been forced to save her not only then but for a solid week later...Never leaving her side .....

She shook her head lightly and closed her eyes...forcing any good memory of him away...No...She had loved him....He was like her brother, the only one who had known her for what she really was and had understood....And he had LEFT!!!

Growling once more she tilted her head lightly to the side and looked up at him, a few quick steps forward and her finger brushed through the blood that had pooled over him...Bringing her crimson coated finger to her lips and licked away the blood before she slammed her palm into his chest in an attempt to shove him into the wall....

"You have no fucking idea...."

Her words low and growled out as she drew in a heavy breath and stepped back. Barely haning onto any bit of sanity....Only two people had ever gotten her out of this state...and one was gone and the other was laid up in some hospital bed because of Kevala's actions.....

The pain she felt at the thought rushed through her but she only let it fill the air around her. Blocking out any other emotions that might threaten to break through the wall she had put up about herself.