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[ After losing his previous uniform to an unknown person or persons, Engel had taken to scouring every room he encountered in hopes of find another. His efforts had proven fruitless until today, and all that had been left to be done was add holes for his wings. ]

There.

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Do you ever stop to think? [ catches her fist, delivering a punch of his own. ]

[breath is knocked out of her and she stumbles, curling slightly] ... male... you're male... all drink... blood... touch me... hurt, hold me, hurt me, pin me...

[ rubs his fist, moving away from her. ] ...I am not one of those vampires, nor have I done what other things you speak of.

[glares at him, shaking] You have my face. Take it off! Only my copia and I can have that! Only us... men are pets, monsters, vicious... he lets them rape me, blood rape, keep me from killing. [rambling, totally not there, totally lost in her memories] All men. A problem with the gender, something goes wrong. Monsters... you have her wings. Where is she?!

[ scoffs and rolls his eyes, running a hand through his hair to smooth it down. ] You do not listen or use your eyes. There are many who look the same as us, the replica too. I do not know your circumstances, but I do not care for your generalizations based on my gender or the fact I have wings.

As to your question, I assume your mean your replica.

Never met... all I've met have been monsters. Hammered in my position. Never met a good one. They don't exist. I would have met one. They don't exist.

No. Her. You took her wings and changed the color. [touches her neck] She had it happen to her too. She held me.

Open your eyes and pay attention. There are monsters here, but more than that there are those willing to help.

[ quirks an eyebrow at her. ] My wings were forced upon me. I did not take them from anyone, female or otherwise.

She was blood raped too. They're here too, the monsters, they got her too. [closes her eyes, swaying] ... [tilts her head, voice almost sing song] They said they had to do this. I don't like them. I would kill all the vampires, all the males. [lips curve into a small smile] It's all I know. Until I'm shown differently, until you prove to me you're not a monster, you are one. And I'll kill you. I'll take your wings off and give them back to the copia. She healed my wounds, held me when I realized they took too much... Gold wings. Prove to me you're good, because I've believed words before only to be hunted and pinned and raped. Because you say so isn't proof enough.

You speak of monsters from your own world, not this one. You will be busy for a long time in trying to kill all the males here. [ narrows his eyes at her, letting his hand rest on the hilt of his sword. ] Though I have nothing to prove to you and no reason to try to do so. Believe what you like. I have my own business and my own replica I must attend to.

What proof do you have? I'm not stupid. There's no proof beyond words.

... where is she?

My proof is in my actions. Keep your distance from me, and I shall keep mine from you.

I do not know where your replica is.

Not mine. The copia with wings.

...what do you want with her?

You must be stupid. She's the one I have been talking about. Mine doesn't have wings.

I thought what you were saying was odd. If you wish to know where she is, I must talk with her first.

[snarls at him, trying yet again to punch him] Let me know! She... knows.

[ simply backs away again. ] Just as you do not trust my words, I do not trust yours. I will talk to her and see if your story has any truth to it.

[eyes wide, panicked] ...

Her safety is my priority.

[makes tiny, panicked noises, shaking, then grabs her throat] Get her get her get...

Why? Give me a reason and perhaps I will consider it.

... [whines, eyes wide] ... no! [shaking, holding herself] They're touching me...

[ watches her in silence. ] ...no one is there.

[almost chokes] Memories. They're almost too strong. I can feel their fangs and they're touching me. I didn't want to be hurt. I fought. I killed one. They hit me. They're touching me, holding me down, forcing me. One likes... little girls, he has... She was bitten, she knows, get her.

.... [ his wings ruffle loudly of their own accord as he bristles at her words. ]