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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Deimos | Isabel
𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. Ares
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♪[i]Now, bring yo ass over here, hoe[/i]♪ 

Twenty stories up one of Seattle's [i]finest[/i] hotels, music blasted loudly in a five star suite and any guest in one of the adjacent rooms would have a headache in the morning. The rooms were gold and shiny and pristine. Not a speck of dust tarnished any surface and the windows gleamed in the moonlight. Guests normally got whatever they wanted, including peace and quiet. However idle threats had been made regarding the consequences of interruptions, and so there had been none. 

[Centre]♪[i]'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker[/i]♪[/centre]

It was for the best. Deimos loved to play with mortals but they usually didn't like to play back. The goddess was currently spinning in the centre of the living room, a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d0/80/a6/d080a6519502d3e0916e463692b2205e.jpg] cloud of ridiculously floofy baby pink[/url] swirling alongside her. Surprisingly deft feet kept her balanced, giggles escaping her lips as she went [i]around[/i] and [i]around[/i] and [i]around[/i]. A bottle of champagne was gripped tightly in one hand though the intoxicating dizziness felt was not yet its doing. Finally she stopped, eyes narrowing in focus as she held the bottle in front of her, aiming away from herself. Tongue poking out of the side of her mouth she released the beast. The cork shot out, spinning and finally shattering a very precious looking ceramic vase. 

[Right]♪[i]Hoping she can sock it to me one more time[/i]♪[/right]

[Color=40004D]"Touchdownnnn!"[/color] She whooped, high fiving an invisible partner in crime. It had taken her three abandoned bottles of [i]Veuve Clicquot[/i] to make that shot. Bouncing on her tip toes, platformed sneakers making her taller than her true height of 5ft4, Terror tried to contain her excitement as blue eyes twinkled conspiratorily. It shouldn't be too long now. Normally she wasn't very good at being patient, however today she'd tried her absolute best not to ruin the surprise. It was sooooo hard though. It was boring being by herself but Phobos had sent her the 🙄 face when she'd asked if he was free. [Color=40004D][I]Is he hanging out with someone else?[/i][/color] Her bottom lip stuck out at the unsavoury thought. 

[color=a187be]“Looking for me?”[/color]

Isabel was standing at the door of the room with her arms folded. She was looking intensely at the woman on the other side of her hotel room. It wasn’t the first time someone was ‘waiting for her’ in her own hotel room. Though none of the other intimidators – private, criminal or public – looked so ridiculous. Or drank on the job. So this girl in front of her was probably just some jaded lover who wandered into the wrong room. On any other day there’d be hell to pay. Right now Isabel felt forgiving though.

Deimos' face lit up at the sight of the mortal in front of her. Skipping over, she wrapped her arms around Isa before the woman could do anything to stop the sudden onslaught of affection. [Color=40004D]"I was!"[/color] She chirped enthusiastically, still clinging on like a baby monkey to its mother. [Color=40004D]"I've been waiting for so long. I thought you'd never come!"[/color]

Great. A stalker.

With one hand Isabel pushed the stranger away. [color=a187be]“I told the people in the lobby to wait five minutes before sending in security.”[/color] She made a theatrical display of watching down at her watch. [color=a187be]“You got four and a half more minutes to get the hell out of here.”[/color] She even took a step sideways and motioned towards the door. As forgiving as she felt right now, she really didn’t want to be bothered by this girl. Whoever she was. The daughter of some client maybe? What did it matter?

[Color=40004D]"That..."[/color] The pout reappeared. [Color=40004D]"That's not very nice."[/color] Smoothing down the multiple layers of ruffles that constituted her dress, for a moment, Deimos looked like she was going to cry. Why was she being so mean? She'd gone to so much effort to meet her too. Everyone liked surprises after all! It just didn't make sense. It...it...

[Color=40004D]"Oh! I'm [i]so[/i] stupid!"[/color] Deimos suddenly exclaimed, letting out a loud laugh. How could she have forgotten. No wonder Isa seemed so affronted and annoyed.  Running into the master bedroom, there came the sounds of thudding and clattering before she returned, a neatly wrapped gift, red bow and all, gripped between her hands. [Color=40004D]"I got you a present!"[/color] She held it out to Isa, waiting expectantly for her to take it. 

This was definitely reaching into the top ten weirdest things that happened in Isabel’s life by now. Did someone lose their child or something? What was going on? Carefully she took the gift with one hand and waited for a second to see if it would explode. Her eyes were still on the girl in the pink dress before her though. She seemed to know her, yet Isabel didn’t know the girl. That imbalance in information didn’t make her feel safe.

Still, after a few seconds she quite unceremoniously tore open the wrapping paper.

The goddess beamed as she watched Isa. [Color=40004D]"I thought maybe you could put it in your office or something."[/color] She leaned over to point to the framed photograph of her and Ares. [Color=40004D]"He doesn't usually like having his photo taken but I think he got bored of me pestering him."[/color]

What. The. Fuck.

Isa saw the picture. Her grip fainted. Her heart beat shot up. Something inside of her snapped. Too many questions rose up. She looked back at the girl dressed in pink. Impossible. Impossible! Adrenaline coursed through her blood. Isabel grabbed the girl by her arms. She spun around. The frame’s glass shattered on the ground. With a loud thud Isabel pushed the girl against hotel room’s door. [color=a187be]“How do you know him?”[/color] She could barely restrain her own anger to speak.

[Color=40004D]"Well I don't feel like telling [i]now[/i]."[/color] Deimos replied sullenly, all previous good humor sapped from her expression. She put up no fight as she was pinned against the door, body hanging limp, arms dangling at her sides. It would probably bruise where her shoulder blades had slammed against the hard wood but such things healed quickly for her kind. [Color=40004D]"You should try and guess. I'll give youuuu…three guesses and if you don't get it, then tough luck."[/color] She stuck out her tongue childishly at this proclamation. 

For almost half a minute Isabel just looked at the girl with nothing but utter confusion on her face. In her mind she was battling the idea of knowing more from her dad’s life beyond the veil he erected. At the same time the person she was facing was clearly either a psychopath that was toying with her or absolutely insane.

Then again, she had worked with much worse people. She let the girl go and took a step back. Still facing her she crouched down to grab the picture to examine it. Her dad was dressed in military garb but not the girl. She wore some tough-looking leather outfit but it looked civilian. Still, she knew well enough what her dad did. Again she looked up. [color=a187be]“CIA? You’re his handler?”[/color] She asked.

[Color=40004D]"Nope!"[/color] Deimos shook her head, not moving from where Isabel had left her. [Color=40004D]"Two guesses left! Better think carefully, Little Miss Markov."[/color] 

Isabel very much hated that taunted. She went over the picture again. Things weren’t lining up. It looked old. Gods. [color=a187be]“His lover?”[/color] God she hated even saying the word.

Her nose scrunched up in distaste at [i]that[/i] guess. [Color=40004D]"Ewwwww! No, that's so gross! Come on Isabel, aren't lawyers meant to be super good at this stuff?"[/color] Picking up a piece of shattered glass from the floor, she idly began to poke at a sharp end with the pad of her index finger. [Color=40004D]"Last guess!"[/color] She pointed the shard of glass at Isa. [Color=40004D]"I believe in you!"[/color]

That was a strange yet telling visceral reaction towards that suggestion. The problem was that Isabel didn’t like the implication of it. She looked at the picture again. Her heart dropped. She threw aside again and beelined for the girl in pink. With one hand she quickly disarmed her again, with the other she took the side of her face. [color=a187be]“Hold still.”[/color] She ordered, as she looked deep into the girls.

And then it click. The second it did, Isabel staggered backwards. She felt ill. If not for the adrenaline coursing through her body she’d be spinning. [color=a187be]“No. No, no that’s impossible.”[/color] She grabbed the side of a chair to keep herself balanced. She had his eyes.

[color=a187be]“You’re… his… daughter?!”[/color] Saying it almost made her hurl. She was younger! How!? What double life did her father live!? Did he have a whole other family somewhere else? Suddenly all the love she ever felt from him felt poisoned.

With their faces so close, Deimos would have licked her if she hadn't backed off so quickly. It was fun to lick people, she liked seeing their reactions. Instead she clapped her hands together, giggling with joy. [Color=40004D]"Bingo! Yay Isa!"[/color] She darted over to her sister, smushing their faces together once more as she went in for another hug. [Color=40004D]I'm so proud of you. I think papa wouldn't have wanted me to meet you but I just couldn't wait!" [/color] 

Isabel couldn’t push her sibling off her quick enough. [color=a187be]“You’re younger than me!”[/color] She yelled as she walked backwards, then away to walk in circles as she tried to get her brain in order again. [color=a187be]“All those times he boarded a plane he-“[/color] A wave of sickness hit her again. Isabel clutched her stomach. She came to Seattle to meet cousins, nephews, uncles, maybe even grandparents. With big eyes she looked over at the girl in pink. Instead she got a [i]sister[/i]!

She fumbled in her purse. Damn it where was it, where was it! With a scream she emptied it all out on the floor. There was it, her phone! [color=a187be]“He’ll explain it.”[/color] She muttered to herself as tears began to well up. [color=a187be]“He’ll have an explanation for this.”[/color] She grabbed her phone and with shaking hands began to call her father.

[Color=40004D]"No no no! Don't call him!"[/color] Deimos lunged for the phone, gripping on to it and trying to prise it from Isabel's hands. Her fingernails dug into her skin as she clung on, though it wasn't clear whether this was or wasn't intentional. [Color=40004D]"I wanted to play with you [i]first![/i][/color] Her eyes narrowed as she dug in deeper. [Color=40004D]"Don't make me hurt you Isabel."[/color] Dread had begun to seep off the woman and it tempted Deimos, calling out to her like a siren to a sailor. Ready to pull them towards shallow rocks.

Isabel released her grip on the phone to get away from the girl. Her eyes were big. Tears were welling up inside of them. She was taking quick but shallow breaths. For a second she felt dazed. Then she looked at her own hands. Blood was dripping from the nail wounds. These feelings, she had felt them before. She had felt them so many times. But now she was in control. Isabel’s breathing slowed down again. What kind of sick person talks about [i]playing[/i] with someone like that!? It didn’t matter. The girl crossed a line. Despite everything, she was still her father’s daughter.

With two quick moves she tossed away her heels and hiked up her dress’ skirt a little bit and then got ready in her fighting stance. [color=a187be]“Come and try, bitch.”[/color] She challenged the girl before her.

Deimos just gave her a playful smile as if they both were going to have some silly fun. She jumped a little to get herself loose but didn’t take a stance like Isabel did.

Like two predators eying each other they began to circle each other. Teasing the first attack out of each other. Each made a feigned switch. Then another step, and another. Their eyes darted over each other. Trying to find that gap.

Isabel saw one! With trained speed she attacked.

Deimos’ trap worked. The first blows were being traded. Behind each move of Isabel was focus and knowledge. She had trained for this. Her body moved on its own, lett her mind read her opponent. Deimos was a hard opponent to read though.

The goddess fought in a very different way than Isabel. She didn’t call on her training. Each move was instinctual. Each strike was more savage. Isabel felt her mind cloud up. In a few seconds her left arm was already covered with bruises from blocks. She managed to kick Deimos once in the head hard though. Just two more times and she reckoned the girl would be out on the floor.

Deimos didn’t want the fight to be over that quickly. She dodged a kick, then got close. Right up in Isabel’s face. It took her by surprise. Deimos gave her a smile, before she pulled her hair down. She dragged Isabel down on the ground, with her soon on top of it. [Color=40004D]“See sis? We’re having fun!”[/color] She exclaimed as she tried to pin down her victim.

Isabel would not have it. With her one free hand she grabbed one of her heels and struck Deimos straight on the head. It bought her the second she needed to get from under her and up on her feet again.

She didn’t need to win. She couldn’t. She just needed to survive until security arrived.

Deimos rolled over, standing before smoothing her hair where the shoe had so [i]rudely[/i] messed it up. [Color=40004D]"I see how you like it."[/color] She smiled predatorily, tongue running over one side of her teeth. The two circled each other again, before Deimos suddenly lunged, grabbing onto Isabels arm with both hands. 

She started to twist around, performing the old classic 'chinese burn'. So absorbed was she in the fun she was having, that she failed to notice the knee that came colliding into her stomach. The goddess let out a small [i]oof[/i] as she stumbled backwards. 

Isa glared at her, annoyed at the girl for using such juvenile tactics. It seemed to her that she was not taking this seriously. She didn't let her catch her breath however, moving to strike her once, twice...

Deimos called upon the dread that had been slowly building up in the room, seeping from the mortal in front of her. She paced towards Isabel, who was for a moment paralysed, unable to move out of the way. Terror overwhelmed her. Holding out a fist, Deimos spun it around before slowly opening her fingers. She'd been tightly gripping a long shard of glass, enough so that she had cut her own palm, blood dripping to mar the immaculate carpet. 

[Color=40004D]"I think I'm bored of this now."[/color] She stated bluntly, closing the gap between them before suddenly ramming the glass into Isabels left thigh.

Excruciating pain burned Isabel’s leg as she collapsed.

Right then two guards from security burst through the door. In just a blink they saw it all. The half-destroyed hotel room, the woman on the ground and the pink-dressed girl standing over her with a bloodied glass shard. “Call 911”.