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Ivy's grip around David's mother's arm was tight enough to leave a bruise. The woman failed to protest the fact. Her pupils were dilated and her steps were uncoordinated. Under any other circumstance Ivy would have felt something akin to guilt over abusing someone just because. But this woman had aided David and David had hurt Sarah. As far as Ivy was concerned she was being nice to the woman.

Ivy practically dragged the older woman down the street. When she felt they had gone far enough to not recall the police's attention she finally came to a stop. The redhead tugged on Mrs. Lester's arm and swung her against the nearest wall. The alley smelt like refuse. Being in a sketchy part of town no one would stop for the old woman though. Ivy was sure of that. Humans didn't care about anyone but themselves.

"[color=1a7b30]David's friends. Where are they?[/color]" Ivy's mind was a one track record. The drive to find Sarah had shattered her earlier calm. Her old rage was barely contained, scratching at her vainer of civilization. 

The old woman just stared at Ivy, her glossy eyes not even focusing. 

"[color=1a7b30]Shit.[/color]" Ivy released her grip on the woman and ran both hands through her hair. Had she blasted the woman silly? Was her mind damaged? Or was she just really high? Ivy cut off all her pheromones and slapped the woman hard about the face. Maybe she should have paid more attention during her biology classes when they talked about human biology, rather than plant. 

The sharp sound of flesh hitting flesh died quickly, but seemed to echo in Ivy's ears. Was David even know hitting Sarah like Ivy was hitting his mother? The thought cause Ivy to bear her teeth at the old woman she she began to blink slightly bemused. 

"[color=1a7b30]Speak![/color]" Ivy raised her hand for another blow. At the motion something flickered across the older woman's face. Comprehension? Whatever it was caused the woman to hunch slightly and whimper. The motion eased Ivy a little. The woman could still be reduced to a mindless animal, but there was a change the theoretical damage Ivy had done was reversible. Or at least could wear off. 

"[color=1a7b30]David.[/color]" Ivy repeated as calmly as was possible. "[color=1a7b30]Where does he and his friends go?[/color]" 

It took six more times of repeating the question for Ivy to get a coherent response from the older woman. "West Polk Street." And "I don't know the address. It's a church." 

Ivy inhaled and gathered just the right pheromone amount she knew would knock the older woman unconscious and without memory of the past two days. She wanted to kill the woman then and there, but it would attract far too much attention to her. And when she got Sarah away from David she really didn't need the police trying to track her down. So wiping the woman's memory was her best option. Even if it sat like a bitter root in her mouth.

"[color=1a7b30]Sleep Devil. It's better than you deserve.[/color]" Ivy watched the woman's eyes flutter close and collapse to the dirty pavement. Polk street. Ivy wasn't familiar with the town. She'd have to ask for directions.

Happily she was able to get directions only a short while later. The church itself was only a twenty minute walk from where she was. During the walk she went back over the day's events. Starting with Paul and Lily, moving onto the dead boy and the events at David's apartment. By the time she reached the church she actually felt in control for the first time since she returned from Poland. David wasn't going to get away this time. This time she'd rip him into tiny pieces and feed them to her plants.

Ivy nudged off her shoes and stepped of the sidewalk into the overgrown garden in front of the abandoned church. Surprisingly most of the stained glass was intact. The stone siding was even relatively clean. The building had a certain majesty to it that no even the vandals had touched. 

Ivy wiggled her toes as she rolled her shoulders. At the touch all the scraggly weeds perked right up. Their life eagerly lapping up the drops of her own she passed out. She reached out for the strongest plants. The trees and the vines and focused on them. As she did so she casually walked around the building, stopping by a side door. 

The corner of her mouth twitched upwards into a smile. Subtle usually wasn't her style. But for Sarah she'd do anything. Even play nice. (Well, as nice as she could.) Without much fanfare ivy began to grow over the walls towards the door. There was a creaking groan as stone slabs shifted from invading tree roots. Then.

[b]BAM![/b]

The old wooden door splintered and exploded. Ivy dodged a particularity large piece of wood and stepped carefully over the twisted threshold into a cool dark of the church.