[color=Thistle][center][h1]Damian[/h1]
One Night in Hell Club
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[b]Day 1 (Arc 2): Around 7pm[/b][hr][/color]

Damian took a breath, closing his eyes as he felt the on rush of the girl's hatred wash over him through her Vis, his teeth grinding together in irritation as whatever progress he'd made seemed to have been lost. Her attempts to step away from him were halted by his grip on one of her arms, which had grown painfully tight as his breathing grew slightly more harried. Before he could muster up a response, either to Killian or the girl, the source fo the girl's outrage made itself known. And as she spoke, Damain felt his agitation grow ever more profound. He didn't know if it was just the club atmosphere continuing to mess with his head, the girl's emotions influencing his own, or perhaps a mixture of the two and then some, but it twisted his expression into an irate grimace as his eyes opened to level something of a glare towards Killian and Masha.

[color=Thistle]"Masha, listen to me when I say that I don't think we have time to waste relocating her,"[/color] His struggled to keep his voice stable, his eyes momentarily switching to the floor, as if he was returning to his usual demure nature, before whatever flight of anger possessing him took hold once more and he forced his gaze back to meet his employer's. That being said, he still had the sense of mind to whisper what his next set of words, not wanting to cause a panic with in the club with so many people around.[color=Thistle]"The girl was genuinely scared for her life, and not in a way that makes me think that it was just over getting caught. Something in my gut is telling me that whatever is scaring her is close and a threat to her immediate well being. So let me handle this [i]now[/i], alright. I might've had something if it wasn't for whatever she thinks . . . or [i]knows[/i] you did to her brother."[/color]

Damian didn't, or couldn't, keep Masha's gaze much longer after that, his piece having been said. Now, he have his full attention to the girl before him, his eyes once more taking on a pink-ish purple glow as seemed to tower over her. His form would flicker and fray at the edges, outlining him in a haze of shadow. A sign of his fading control over his own abilities, though the girl was unlikely to take it as such. When he spoke to her, there was no pleasantness in his voice, nor any patience. 

[color=Thistle]"And as for you, I'm done playing this game, so I'm going to make this simple. Tell me what you did, and I'll keep you safe from whoever this 'he' is that you're afraid of. And whether you believe that or not, allow me to tell you something I know I can do."[/color] Pulling the girl closer, his voice lowering to an impressive growl as he managed to put a decent amount of menace into his following words, the sense fo danger and threat only being heightened by the aura of fear that would be activated by his heightened emotional state. [color=Thistle]"If anything happens to anyone here, and you didn't at least try to tell me how to stop, then I will make you pay for it. You may think, after whatever happens, you'll be able to get away somehow. But you won't. I have your scent. I can smell everything your feeling right now. I can see it in the Vis that runs through your body. And I will hunt you down by this scent and show we exactly why people are afraid of Nightwalkers. So if you want to try your luck, go ahead. Stay quiet and be prepared for me to stalk every fucking shadow that you see from now till the day you die."[/color]

As he issued this threat, Damian felt a familiar rush thrill through his body. Looking down at this girl,seeing her utterly in his grasp. . . it reminded him of the moment with Corinna in Victoria secret, except in this instance he [i]knew[/i] that this girl couldn't fight back. And from the strength of his grip on her arm, he knew that she would know it too. And deep down, he couldn't here the normal part of him muttering and worrying. [i][color=thistle]'I went too far', 'Why did I talk back to Masha', 'she'll never talk now', '[b]what is wrong with me?[/b]'[/color][/i]. These and more thoughts ran through the back of his mind, but right now, the damian that was in control of the moment couldn't be bothered. If she didn't make speak up, then he would make good on his promise. And that scared him more than anything else.