"Sorry about the spooking." She started, "I forget people aren't used to this."
Harriet frowned at Benjamins' words as she started to follow.
"Whoa whoa whoa." She started as she looked over the door and looked at the note. "No I don't like that." Her ears drooped slightly before she glanced to Benjamin, "Mike said he sees her only as a demon?"

She looked to the door before she stepped back, lifting her hands up as small green rings rippled down her arms and over her hands. "Should we see who did this?" She asked Benjamin, her expression suddenly serious.
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Jase pulled his hand away from Carls' head before he turned his attention back to the road. He breathed in with a small frown as he looked to the house.
"He's gonna put one of those collars on me, ins't he?" Jase finally spoke, "One of those tracking things with the failsafe to send volts of electricity through my body if I dare to 'comply'."

Carl gave a small cough and groaned, opening his eyes slightly before closing them again.
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Steph stayed with her head against the pillow for a while, the pillow was too thin for her to try and suffocate herself on it before she sat up and stepped towards her dresser. She could hear Harriet and Benjamin outside, but she chose to ignore it.
She moved to open her dresser draw, not caring if the others heard. She flipped out her flip knife and flicked the blame out, she looked up to her mirror with a sigh.

Steph moved her hair out of the way of her horns as she moved the knife up towards the end of her horns, she could see her hand and arm shaking before she moved to dig the blade into her skin around the base of her horns, holding back a yell of pain as she felt her nerves explode, yelling to her to stop.
She watched the blood dripped down the side of her head as she tried to dig around her horn. The pain got the better of her and her hand let go of her flip knife, causing it to fall and clang on the ground.
"Ow. shit." She grumbled before she moved to grab a t-shirt and bit down onto it, pulling off her clothes on her top half before she moved down to grab the knife again.

She shook her hands as she moved to reach around to her wings, she was unable to get to the base of them, but she flexed her wing around for her to be able to start to cut at the middle. She felt her teeth sink deeper into her shirt as she let out yelps and sobs of pain, her wings instinctively flinched away. [i]Of course my body is a fucking wimp.[/i] She thought to herself as she moved towards her bed and sat down, moving the blade in her hand slightly and held it over her wrist with the shirt still on her mouth.