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"I've seen you, I know what you are!" Her voice seem to cut through him like a knife, his eyes cool and contrasting with his scowl, "I saw all that demonic crap in your house! Like some kind of weird Satanist!"
"I'm not a Satanist," Samuel replied simply, crossing his arms.
"But you're pretty damn close, aren't you?" Eleanor's accusing gaze locked onto his. "You vanish whenever it pleases you, you can run up walls, punch through concrete and your fridge is full of bottles of blood!"
"... you saw that, huh?" The Englishman sighed and looked away, "You know it's pretty rude to go pawing through people's stuff."
"Your stuff is bloody and creepy!" The girl barked, "That isn't normal!"
He paused again, still not looking to her. "Get to the point, Elli."
"Don't call me that," She scowled, poking him in arm and feeling that odd heat from his skin, "You... vampire!"
He suddenly seemed to cough, and he covered his mouth with his hand. It took Elli a second to realise he was laughing. This didn't go down too well with her, "You're laughing at me? I uncover your deep secret and you laugh at me?"
Sam continued shaking for a moment before grinned at her, pausing, and laughing again. "I can't believe that's what you came too! I mean I walk about in the day! I like eating garlic!"
"Pff, everyone knows that's rubbish," Elli counted quickly, "No modern vampire does those things! Didn't you read Twilight?"
"I don't read crap." Sam replied with a grin, folding his arms again, "And for your information I'm not a vampire."
"Yes you are!" Elli pressed, "You bloodsucking jerk! I want you to drive me home right now!"
"So what, you can get a stake and stab me through the heart? Like that'd kill me." He snickered again and sighed slowly, but with that smile still lingering on his face. "I like you too much to really tell you what I am."
The young girl blinked at this answer, wondering just what he meant by that. "... so you're not natural."
"No, not really," He waved his hands slightly in front of her, "Ooh! Big spoiler there, the creepy British guy isn't really human!"
"Then what the hell are you?" Elli replied, feeling more and more like getting the hell out of this car and getting far, far away from this... thing.
"I said I won't tell you, it's one of those 'I gotta kill ya if I do' sort of deals." He no longer smile, his eyes turning deadly serious.
"No, tell me," Elli pushed again. She had gone so far, uncovered so much, she had to know just what was this person, this thing sitting next to her.
"Why?" He suddenly scowled, his slightly crooked teeth baring as he did, "Why should I tell someone who thinks it's okay to go running through my home, uncovering my private things and inviting herself into every facet of my life? It sounds like you're a goddamn stalker to me!"
"Yeah, I am, but you know why?" Elli replied with a matching scowl. She was not getting pushed around by this guy, even if he wasn't human. "Because you're something new, something special, and goddamnit I have been waiting for something like you all my life!"
Sam smiled slowly, for a second, his eyes softening, "You make it sound like you love me."
Elli instantly growled, but she couldn't hide her cheeks burning up, "SHUT UP! I don't love you! I just... I just... I want to know!"
There was a moment where Sam looked at her, as if studying her completely before taking her hand tightly, placing his other hand on top of hers. "You must swear never to tell another living soul."
"Alright," She blinked at this, her cheeks heating up a little more at the feel of the intense look in his eyes... and the almost firey warmth of his skin on hers.
"Promise!" It was almost spoken as a threat.
"I promise!" She replied, feeling a little flustered now.
"Promise again!"
"I promise!"
"Promise AGAIN!"
"I PROMISE!" Elli almost screamed at him, her hand almost burning within his grasp.
Thankfully he let her go, his sparkling blue eyes locked on hers and a finger pointed to her, "You promised three times. You cannot break it now or you'll be punished three times in return."
"Right," She wondered just why his voice sounded so... stern.
There was a silence in the car, Samuel putting his arms forward and onto the steering wheel. He seemed so sad for a moment, lost and alone and Elli wanted to reach out and grab him. To pull him back to the world of the living.
Then Sam spoke, his words a mixture of hope and ice. "I... I'm not human, not really." His hands gripped the wheel tightly and he closed his eyes. "Eleanor. I am a nephilim."
The teenager was silent for a moment before suddenly asking. "... what the heck is a nephilim?"
"WHAT?" He shouted so loud that Elli jumped in her seat, almost knocking her McDonald's bag over. His eyes blazed as he glared at her, "I reveal my utterly supernatural nature to you and your only response is 'what the heck is a nephilim'!"
"SORRY!" She barked back quickly, "But it's not like it's a household term!"
"Ugh, you mortals," He banged his head lightly on the steering wheel before sighing loudly, and in a state of clear annoyance, before looking back to her, "My dad is an angel, okay? Well, a fallen angel to be more precise."
"An angel?" Elli frowned slowly, "If you're an angel than what's with the demonic stuff in your house?"
"I said fallen angel, maybe you should try listening a little more," Sam snapped back, earning an angry frown from Elli before he continued, "God or Allah or whatever you'd like to call it banished and cursed my father and my mother for being together. My dad was sent to hell, but not before I was born." He let out a long sigh, "I however was given some angelic traits, well, demonic I suppose would be more accurate."
"So the super strength and speed and the vanishing?" Elli responded slowly, "That's all demon powers?"
"You make it sound like some kind of Saturday morning cartoon," Sam snapped again, "Yes they're signs of my demonic nature. I also don't age, I don't really have to eat or drink, I don't normally get hurt and... well I guess that's about it."
"So what are the downsides?" Elli asked almost immediately, "There's always a downside, what's yours?"
"Jesus, you're quick of the bat aren't you?" Sam frowned again at Elli, but looked forward again as he continued to explain. "Well, for one nothing really... tastes of anything." He shrugged and looked to the fries in his own bag, "I mean, it's like I can kinda get the jist of what it's supposed to be like, but... everything, no matter how finely made, just tastes bland. The same for my other senses. I can kind of understand what things are supposed to feel like, like the leather of this wheel or the sound of music, but... it's all dull and bland to me."
"Wow... what else?" The teenager's voice was soft now, her annoyance replaced by a quiet curiosity.
"I can't have kids of my own." Sam answered with that strange, cold yet sad tone. "My demonic aura makes bad things happen to people around me, which effectively means I can't ever get close to anyone or have friends. The worst thing is though?" He looked to Elli sternly, "I cannot go to heaven, well, not unless I prove my soul is pure enough to be forgiven."
"I'm... sorry," Elli had no other idea what to say, and thankfully, it seemed Sam understood this.
"Yeah, I know." He sighed, after a second, turned the key in his car. "Come on, let me take you home."

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"I've seen you, I know what you are!" Her voice seem to cut through him like a knife, his eyes cool and contrasting with his scowl, "I saw all that demonic crap in your house! Like some kind of weird Satanist!"
"I'm not a Satanist," Samuel replied simply, crossing his arms.
"But you're pretty damn close, aren't you?" Eleanor's accusing gaze locked onto his. "You vanish whenever it pleases you, you can run up walls, punch through concrete and your fridge is full of bottles of blood!"
"... you saw that, huh?" The Englishman sighed and looked away, "You know it's pretty rude to go pawing through people's stuff."
"Your stuff is bloody and creepy!" The girl barked, "That isn't normal!"
He paused again, still not looking to her. "Get to the point, Elli."
"Don't call me that," She scowled, poking him in arm and feeling that odd heat from his skin, "You... vampire!"
He suddenly seemed to cough, and he covered his mouth with his hand. It took Elli a second to realise he was laughing. This didn't go down too well with her, "You're laughing at me? I uncover your deep secret and you laugh at me?"
Sam continued shaking for a moment before grinned at her, pausing, and laughing again. "I can't believe that's what you came too! I mean I walk about in the day! I like eating garlic!"
"Pff, everyone knows that's rubbish," Elli counted quickly, "No modern vampire does those things! Didn't you read Twilight?"
"I don't read crap." Sam replied with a grin, folding his arms again, "And for your information I'm not a vampire."
"Yes you are!" Elli pressed, "You bloodsucking jerk! I want you to drive me home right now!"
"So what, you can get a stake and stab me through the heart? Like that'd kill me." He snickered again and sighed slowly, but with that smile still lingering on his face. "I like you too much to really tell you what I am."
The young girl blinked at this answer, wondering just what he meant by that. "... so you're not natural."
"No, not really," He waved his hands slightly in front of her, "Ooh! Big spoiler there, the creepy British guy isn't really human!"
"Then what the hell are you?" Elli replied, feeling more and more like getting the hell out of this car and getting far, far away from this... thing.
"I said I won't tell you, it's one of those 'I gotta kill ya if I do' sort of deals." He no longer smile, his eyes turning deadly serious.
"No, tell me," Elli pushed again. She had gone so far, uncovered so much, she had to know just what was this person, this thing sitting next to her.
"Why?" He suddenly scowled, his slightly crooked teeth baring as he did, "Why should I tell someone who thinks it's okay to go running through my home, uncovering my private things and inviting herself into every facet of my life? It sounds like you're a goddamn stalker to me!"
"Yeah, I am, but you know why?" Elli replied with a matching scowl. She was not getting pushed around by this guy, even if he wasn't human. "Because you're something new, something special, and goddamnit I have been waiting for something like you all my life!"
Sam smiled slowly, for a second, his eyes softening, "You make it sound like you love me."
Elli instantly growled, but she couldn't hide her cheeks burning up, "SHUT UP! I don't love you! I just... I just... I want to know!"
There was a moment where Sam looked at her, as if studying her completely before taking her hand tightly, placing his other hand on top of hers. "You must swear never to tell another living soul."
"Alright," She blinked at this, her cheeks heating up a little more at the feel of the intense look in his eyes... and the almost firey warmth of his skin on hers.
"Promise!" It was almost spoken as a threat.
"I promise!" She replied, feeling a little flustered now.
"Promise again!"
"I promise!"
"Promise AGAIN!"
"I PROMISE!" Elli almost screamed at him, her hand almost burning within his grasp.
Thankfully he let her go, his sparkling blue eyes locked on hers and a finger pointed to her, "You promised three times. You cannot break it now or you'll be punished three times in return."
"Right," She wondered just why his voice sounded so... stern.
There was a silence in the car, Samuel putting his arms forward and onto the steering wheel. He seemed so sad for a moment, lost and alone and Elli wanted to reach out and grab him. To pull him back to the world of the living.
Then Sam spoke, his words a mixture of hope and ice. "I... I'm not human, not really." His hands gripped the wheel tightly and he closed his eyes. "Eleanor. I am a nephilim."
The teenager was silent for a moment before suddenly asking. "... what the heck is a nephilim?"
"WHAT?" He shouted so loud that Elli jumped in her seat, almost knocking her McDonald's bag over. His eyes blazed as he glared at her, "I reveal my utterly supernatural nature to you and your only response is 'what the heck is a nephilim'!"
"SORRY!" She barked back quickly, "But it's not like it's a household term!"
"Ugh, you mortals," He banged his head lightly on the steering wheel before sighing loudly, and in a state of clear annoyance, before looking back to her, "My dad is an angel, okay? Well, a fallen angel to be more precise."
"An angel?" Elli frowned slowly, "If you're an angel than what's with the demonic stuff in your house?"
"I said fallen angel, maybe you should try listening a little more," Sam snapped back, earning an angry frown from Elli before he continued, "God or Allah or whatever you'd like to call it banished and cursed my father and my mother for being together. My dad was sent to hell, but not before I was born." He let out a long sigh, "I however was given some angelic traits, well, demonic I suppose would be more accurate."
"So the super strength and speed and the vanishing?" Elli responded slowly, "That's all demon powers?"
"You make it sound like some kind of Saturday morning cartoon," Sam snapped again, "Yes they're signs of my demonic nature. I also don't age, I don't really have to eat or drink, I don't normally get hurt and... well I guess that's about it."
"So what are the downsides?" Elli asked almost immediately, "There's always a downside, what's yours?"
"Jesus, you're quick of the bat aren't you?" Sam frowned again at Elli, but looked forward again as he continued to explain. "Well, for one nothing really... tastes of anything." He shrugged and looked to the fries in his own bag, "I mean, it's like I can kinda get the jist of what it's supposed to be like, but... everything, no matter how finely made, just tastes bland. The same for my other senses. I can kind of understand what things are supposed to feel like, like the leather of this wheel or the sound of music, but... it's all dull and bland to me."
"Wow... what else?" The teenager's voice was soft now, her annoyance replaced by a quiet curiosity.
"I can't have kids of my own." Sam answered with that strange, cold yet sad tone. "My demonic aura makes bad things happen to people around me, which effectively means I can't ever get close to anyone or have friends. The worst thing is though?" He looked to Elli sternly, "I cannot go to heaven, well, not unless I prove my soul is pure enough to be forgiven."
"I'm... sorry," Elli had no other idea what to say, and thankfully, it seemed Sam understood this.
"Yeah, I know." He sighed, after a second, turned the key in his car. "Come on, let me take you home."