Well I am not really sure how Azrael is capable of looking like he hasn't aged over eighty years, but it clearly wasn't from make up or plastic surgery. Staying young for that long was done by magic and although I don't believe in such things â€" The Fountain of Youth only seemed logical. I mean what other reason could it have been? I doubt very seriously that he was capable of looking this young due to plastic surgery and some serious make up skills. I see that frown on his face and I have to contain myself from mentioning any other embarrassing reasons as to why he looks as if he never aged. As the police prepare to storm through the elegant foyer I look up at him expecting him to do whatever he was wanting to do. That he wants me to close my eyes I snort with disdain as my arms fold across my chest. What was he going to do? Whisk me away, protect my innocent eyes from seeing violence? I saw my parents murdered, I watched them die when all I could do was helplessly watch. Trust me â€" I can handle anything violent now. As my eyes close I hold my breath as I wait so patiently hearing the officers shout out orders for us to follow. I hear shrieks now and even though my eyes are closed I can actually see light trying to break through, a sudden electrifying warmth overwhelms me as Azrael performs a blinding light weapon. I close my eyes tighter trying to keep myself from opening them and witness just whatever he did. I can feel his hand grasp my arm and I follow blindly. Once I feel my feet his pavement my eyes open and I dare not look back. I really can't. Not when I feel him pull and tug at me to go faster. I grab the dress and lift it up so I can walk a bit faster and not trip over myself.

When we round the corner I notice the stellar sight of an Aston Martin just sitting there looking so bored and innocent. I would have marveled at it for a moment longer, but I was being pulled towards it. Really I should be allowed to marvel at this well-crafted machine. As I open the door and slide myself in I shut the door gently behind me my bright eyes looking over everything. I cannot help but see the bright buttons illuminate, they are like beacons calling me to touch them, so I do. I did not think to hear such loud outdated music coming from the radio though. As he scolds me for touching the radio I simply throw him a smirk, my voice holding a sardonic teasing tone.

"So, you're eighty some years old and you like a one hit wonder band back in the 80s?"

Really I find it amusing. Sad, but amusing. Clearly my Uncle does not have good taste in music. As we barrel through the streets, zipping fast and dodging other cars, I notice the flashing blue, red, and white lights in the distance. Clearly the police won't be able to catch us in this fine device. I cannot help but exhale my held breath as we continue on. Though I do notice how the streets change and we enter in on a sketchy looking neighborhood. One eye brow lifts finding this all a bit peculiar. That he clearly has money and decides to live in such a hostile and unfriendly environment is beyond me. I am shocked this car hasn't been stolen. I look over at him as he parks the car, undoing my seat belt, and speaking out once more.

"Driving a Vanquish and living here...seems cars are a more priority then?"

Quietly I follow after him as he leads me up to his apartment and I am hardly surprised at the sight. That it would be unclean is not shocking. He is a male and males aren't the type to ever clean after themselves. Clearly he has no woman in his life, because no woman would ever do something like this. Yet I find myself much more comfortable here. Nothing is perfect. I do not have to be careful where I walk and I don't have to worry about anything breaking. As he goes down the hallway I stand in his living room my eyes scanning everything as I lift my head, straining to hear the police sirens. Though I hear nothing which I must confess makes me pleased. Yet it is when Azrael returns and tells me to sit on the couch I promptly sit and take his paper and pen, and set them on the table. Turning myself over towards him as I place my hands on my hips, my eyes narrowed slightly as my voice tumbles out quickly.

"Questions? Yes, yes I have questions â€" heaps of them. Why is it you never tried finding Mother or me? They kept calling you a Hunter, what exactly do you do, I mean it isn't like you go off killing animals and stuff them. You don't have any dead heads around hanging on your wall. Do I have to be a Hunter like you, and who is this 'Council.' Why is it that you are still young looking. What was your family like?"

Clearly I am not in the mood to write anything down as of yet. I want to know more. I need to know more.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable