::Shimmering in the landlord lets go of Parker's neck.::

"Here you go."

::He then hands over a set of keys with a cloudy orb on a keyring.::

"The orb on the end will tell you if there are any intruders. Have fun."

::He shimmers out, back to his counter.::

::Parker rubs his neck and looks around.::

"Hmm...I like."

::He starts to walk through his new lair and check everything out. Parker moves onto the bedroom and rubs his hand on the nice satin sheets. He checks out the bathroom and spots the huge bathtub.::

(Well if I ever wanted to soak in a bubble bath, that would be perfect)

::Parker heads back the bedroom and opens the closet. He smiles as he sees all his clothes neatly placed. Walking into the kitchen, he grabs a bottle of water and sucks it down. He walks over to the living room and sits down in a large black leather chair. He grabs the remote and turns on the tv.::

"Damn...none of the channels will work...oh whats this? Witch Wars?! Interesting."

::He sits back watching the reality show, while plotting ways to kill witches.::

::After watching the show, Parker switches off the tv and heads to the bathroom. He turns on the shower and takes off his clothes. Steam pours out over the shower stall, and the young demon hops inside.::

(I havent had a hot shower like this in such a long time....)

::He washes his hair and proceeds to lather up his body. Rinsing off, he turns off the shower and steps out, dripping wet. Parker towels off and wraps it around his waist as he brushes his teeth. He heads to his closet and goes through it looking for something to wear.::

"What to wear, what to wear."

::Parker pulls out a dark red silk shirt and some black slacks. Throwing on some dress shoes he heads back to the bathroom. He moves on to gelling his hair and winking at himself in the mirror.::

(I love to look good)

::He strolls into the kitchen and places his athame on his waist.::

"How about...killing an innocent. Ah...sounds great."

::Parker shimmers off to The Clearing.::

::Once inside, he goes to the bathroom and washes his wound. Pulling a bandage out from a drawer he places it on the bite. He wraps it up and heads to the kitchen.::

"Well...here we go again."

::He shimmers off to the Beach.::

::Parker shimmers in with Lirie in tow and lands on the bed.::

(What am I doing?!)

"Stay here."

::He lays her down and starts to pace around. He holds a his hand up and rushes to the bathroom. He grabs some first aid stuff and a wet cloth. Parker places it there and starts to try to clean the wound.::

"You won't be able to leave, no doors or windows. Don't worry...I'll be back. You'll be okay."

::Parker swallows hard and shimmers as fast as he can to the market.::

::Falling back to his lair Parker grunts and looks around.::

"No...."

::Parker starts to walks fastly around the bedroom.::


(Do something Parker)

::He grabs Lirie and shimmers to the hospital.::

::Parker shimmers in and stretches.::

"It's good to be back."

::After checking everything out, Parker pours himself something alcoholic to drink and turns on some quiet music. The demon enters his bathroom and takes a nice, long, hot shower. He proceeds to brush his teeth, fix his hair, shave and rub on cologne before heading to his bedroom. Once there he rifles through his closet and picks out a pair of black pant and a black 'designer' shirt. He throws on some shoes and heads back to the kitchen. Grabbing an athame stored in one of the cupboards, he straps it to his side and shimmers to the cavern, Lee's body parts in tow.::

(Somebody has to want these)

::Shimmering in with Trix in tow, Parker let's go of her and raises his arm into the air.::

"This would be my place."

::Trix does a quick sweep of the place. It's a perfectly nice place, though nothing like as good as hers. But, if the landlord here is anything like the one at CW apartments, she has an advantage over Parker. She's pleased to note that he keeps it tidy, always a good sign.::

"It's very nice."

"Why thank you."

::Parker walks over to the kitchen and looks to Trix.::

"Would you like anything to drink?"

"Yes, please."

::Parker grabs two wine glasses from a rack and then takes out some chilled champagne from the refrigerator. Pouring the glasses moderately full, he sits on the leather sofa and waits for Trix to join him.::

::Trix sits down next to Parker, not too close but not too far away from him. She's never liked leather sofas. They tend to stick to you if you're doing something sweaty and not wearing many clothes.::

"So how long have you been here?"

::She sniffs drily.::

"Not long at all actually."

::Parker sips his champagne and places an arm on the back of the couch, nearing Trix.::

"You've got pretty eyes."

(Hmm, you know with her powers...she could anything she ever wanted at the market)

::He looks to Trix's slightly red nose and shifts so he's facing her more.::

"You know with your powers, you could get anything you wanted from the demonic market."

::Trix narrows her eyes.::

"What are you implying?"

"I'm not implying anything. Only that you could get any type of potion, weapon or whatever other tool you'd like."

(Ooo touchy...but why?)

::He carefully watches her body language, making sure she couldn't tell.::

::She raises her eyebrows slightly, but lets it go. She leans towards him.::

"And how, pray, do you suggest I do that?"

(Obvious question much?)

(Should I play on that?)

::Parker grins and leans a bit closer to Trix.::

"There's not much to it. I'd think a lady like you would know how to get what she wants."

::Trix moves in to kiss him, stopping herself just before her lips touch his.::

"I have my means."

::Parker places a hand on Trix's face and begins to kiss her, slowly leaning her back on the couch. Before things could get too heated, he shimmers them into the bedroom and onto his bed.::

::Trix barely notices the change, but continues to kiss Parker as they land on the bed, opening her mouth and moaning softly.::

::Slowly removing Trix's clothes, Parker pulls her closer. He positions himself on top of her and pulls off his shirt, only to lean back in and kiss her with even more passion.::

(Mmmm)

::Trix begins to work on Parker's trousers, and tastefully we fade out::

::After some time, the scene fades in and Parker lay on his back looking to Trix.::

"Wow. You certainly do know how to get what you want."

::Trix searches through her bag. After a minute she finds a packet of cigarettes, and lights one for herself.::

"Apparently. Cigarette?"

"No, thanks."

::He stands up, buck naked and heads to the bathroom. He grabs the champagne on the way back and sits down next to Trix.::

"You don't mind if I do, do you?"

::Without waiting for an answer, she slips one into her mouth and lights it without bothering with a lighter.::

(Useful, this pyrokinesis.)

::Parker notices Trix light the cigarette with no lighter and raises an eyebrow.::

(Let's see. She can teleport by smoke, she has an enchanting singing voice and pyrokinesis...I just can't put my finger on it)

::Trying to make small talk Parker thinks of something to ask the siren.::

"Have you ever killed before?"

::She doesn't meet his gaze.::

"No. Why? Have you?"

::Parker takes a deep breath and nods.::

"Yeah. A witch."

::Trix looks up, interested.::

"Really? Why?"

"Because I'm a demon...it's what we do."

(Should've stuck with that from the get-go)

::Trix raises one immaulately plucked eyebrow, unimpressed.::

"Not a great reason."

"Then again I don't need one."

::He drinks a good amount of the champagne and scratches his chin.::

"Feel like going on a witch hunt, by any chance?? It could be great fun."

::She stands up and stretches.::

"I don't know."

(But then, why not?)

"Actually, yeah, sure. Fuck it."

"Let's stop by the market first and get a few things. Hopefully something that will help us find a witch in need of a good gutting."

::Standing up, Parker pulls his clothes back on and checks his hair out in the mirror.::

::Trix shrugs. She has nothing better to do.::

"Ok."

::She gets up and tugs on her long black skirt, shredded top and boots. She doesn't bother to check her hair, knowing it will be perfect.::

::Parker strolls across the room and wraps an arm around Trix's waist. He shimmers them both to the Market.::

::Once back in his lair, Parker throws Trix down and stares at her.::

"What were you doing?"

(So she's a siren...)

::Trix stands back up, angrily staring at him.::

"What the fuck is your problem? I was just talking to him!"