Digging Up The Past [Flynn, Demi, or Invite][NR]

Niala watched Demi arrive first and then Flynn. With a soft smile she closed her book and slipped it back into her pocket before standing up. She could have climbed down the lighthouse ladder and steps, that probably would've been the smarter and safer of the ideas; but she jumped right over the railing. She landed softly, and easily, and then was on her way.

The trip would take them down a well worn dirt path, through some rather lovely trees. The house was in a more secluded area, part of the reason why her father got away with half the crap that he had. Despite the fact that Niala found herself wishing it would take an hour or more to reach the place it didn't, it would take them all of about five minutes.

The large mansion like house loomed into sight and Niala found that old dread kicking back in. She hated the place, she always had. It was like some sort of nightmare. The house was painted dark colors, blacks and dark greens. Windows were dark, intimidating. The whole place looked like it belonged as some sort of haunted house, or in a scary movie. Niala's smile faltered and then slipped off of her face completely, heartbeat beginning to pick up.

There were lights on inside, at least on the bottom right of the grand house. That was where her father's study was... or perhaps still is. It wouldn't have surprised her if he'd returned here after people had stopped looking for him for all of the money he owed.

After a moment of letting the fear eat away at her she took in a deep breath, closing her eyes as she collected herself. She forced her fear and despair back, and squared her shoulders. She then took the last few steps up towards the door...

Demi spent the time between her own arrival and Flynn's attempting to try as much of her hair and clothing as possible; but in the end she gave up. She'd dry soon enough, and the wetness really wasn't all that uncomfortable - it wasn't like she could catch a chill or get sick after all. Vampire perks were awesome things to have in times like these.

She watched Niala jump down and then begin to walk, leading the way, and she followed closely. At the sight of the house she raised a brow; apparently Niala's father's business had lasted some how if he still lived in such an expensive looking house. She sent her senses outwards, picking through the minds of any of the occupants of the house. A sudden clench of her fists indicated what she'd suspected; Niala's father was still there.

She kept close to Niala, wondering if she was going to knock or just walk in....

Tiger form was his best bet at the moment; it would keep him quiet and he could blend into the terrain better. A place like this; and from what he'd been told; he expected some form of security. If he was wrong; oh well. Better to air on the side of caution. A few paces behind Demi he walked; following easily and not bothering to admire anything. It was about to be destroyed anyway; why bother. Waiting, waiting, patience of a cat brought to bare. He would only act when needed; not before.

Niala paused as she reached the door. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do. Technically she should have lived here, too. But, at the same time this had never been her home, even when she'd been forced to call it such. It certainly wasn't now, she lived in Darkman Tower now, with her own lovely suite filled with all of her little possessions. Nope, this wasn't her home.

She as she raised her hand to knock, the decision having finally been made, the floorboards on the other side of the door gave a creak, indicating someone walking up to the door. Seconds later the door was unlatched and opened by none other than her father.

"Look, whatever the fuck your selling I'm not buying it. Now get the hell off my fucking property before I cal--" He stopped in mid sentence, looking down at Niala. At first shock covered his face, but it didn't last long. The shock was replaced by fear, fear that she had found her way back, had shown up on his doorstep. Then finally, anger. Anger that she had dared to show her face back up, dared to darken his doorstep again. His hands clenched into fists.

Niala could only watch, taking several steps back and away from the door. She glanced at his hands, balled into fists, and then back to his face again. She opened her mouth to say something but he beat her to it, and started speaking again.

"How dare you show your fucking face around here?! How dare you come here and taint my house with your presence! Get the hell out of here! Go on, get!"

Niala only continued to stare; this had been the reaction she had expected, and yet here she was, in front of him, and it was like all of her energy was gone, all of her abilities were locked up tight. She couldn't do anything except stare, stare and wonder why the man hated her so much.

Demi had stood where she was for all but a second as she footsteps on the other side of the door. Instead, she jumped high up into the air, to the roof. Just because she couldn't hear more than a single heartbeat in the house didn't meant that there weren't other people around. She was going to leave this male to Flynn to handle; she felt it was more of his place than hers. Yes, Niala was her friend, but in Demi's eyes Niala meant more to Flynn than to herself, even with her bonding friendship issue she constantly had going on.

Therefore, she was going to keep an eye on things from up above and in the house; slipping herself in through an open window. Once inside she began to blend in with the shadows, becoming one with them, and began to move around undetected.

Oh... that was the WORST possible way the male could have started this. He'd been in a shadow; the stripes and cinnamon coloration making him blend perfectly; an oxymoron that his normally bright coloration blended perfectly with the blues and purples of the night. From where he stood; a soft growl began; a light warning. Any sudden movements and he would pounce. A single step and he was visible; fangs bared lightly, enough to glint in the light but not into feral rage expressions yet. Everything rolling off of him was a warning; touch her and you die. Protectiveness ; something normally only awoken when Demi was in trouble; it was flaring. Hard.

A rarity; he forced the words; growled and hissed and barely words but very understandable: Touch. Die. Painfully.

And another step; now he was standing beside Niala; his immense bulk leaned ever so lightly against her. A show of support, lending of his strength. He would protect her; this was her chance to take her revenge; speak her mind; anything she needed to do.

Niala's father took one look at Flynn and paled, greatly. He then turned his black eyes back to Niala, hands still balled into fists. "I said get off my property, now leave! You've brought nothing but trouble since the day you were born. Since the day you murdered your mo--"

"ENOUGH!" Niala's voice cracked through the air, startling her father and causing him to jump. She had never stood up to him before, had never dared. But, with Flynn next to her, lending her support, and Demi somewhere, probably watching or listening; she felt strong enough for this.

Before her father could begin to speak again she continued, looking him right in the eye. "I'm not leaving until you give me my mother's box. You have no right to keep it for yourself."

A tick began in her father's temple and he seemed to gather himself again. "You little bitch! You're not taking that box. I'll burn the fucking thing first!" The man turned, as if to head into the house to do just as he had said.

The sound of something breaking inside of the house filled the air; in Demi's rage she had picked up a nearby vase and sent the thing flying across the room where it hit the wall and shattered into millions of little pieces. The vase probably was, or had been rather, worth at least a million or so dollars. It was nothing more than garbage now. Oops...

The Malkavian blended herself into the shadows once more. She could hear the conversation easily that was going on outside, but she wasn't going to join in, no matter how angry she was. That man was all Flynn's, she just hoped he suffered greatly before he died. Her task was going to be to find that box...

Hmmm... This man was clearly rather stupid. Glorious. It would make this all the better when he started. Or rather; while he was working. A paw was lifted; razor sharp dew claws appearing with a soft "shink" sound piercing the air. Said paw moved with a speed that caused it to blur into nothing before impact. Of course; that didn't matter much; the claws still embedded into flesh, the body of the jackass smacked into the door frame and went right through it; and was then pinned to the ground with all the force needed to fracture the earth to a depth of half a foot. He wasn't dead; not even close; but oh if he wasn't in extreme amounts of pain now.

She... takes... box...

And now his weight was shifted; caws removed for the split second it took to place said paw on his chest and push. Hold him down; crush his ribs; slowly.

Go... will hold... find...

Niala wasn't.. shocked.. at the way things turned out. Her father had always come across as a stubborn man. But, to hear him threaten to burn that box had let loose something in her that pushed past the rest of the fear. She would have struck the man herself had Flynn not beaten her to it.

Her father hit the ground with a scream of both pain and rage. He had no sort of physical strength, so attempting to get away just wasn't going to work. However, the slew of curse words beginning to fly out of his mouth, was enough to burn even the most seasoned ears.

Niala stared at her father for a second, wondering why he didn't get himself free; why he didn't just jump himself out of the position he was in. And then it hit her. His powers were gone. "Your powers are gone... aren't they?" She turned her gaze to Flynn and she nodded before taking off into the house. She didn't waste any time; heading straight towards her father's study. That's where he had kept in the past and he was nothing if not a creature of habit.

She found it, sitting on top of a shelf in the room like some sort of dust covered trophy. Carefully she picked it up, cradling the old small wooden chest to her chest, and slowly walked her way out of the room. She didn't know what was in the box, or how old the things inside were, so she didn't want to risk breaking any of it or damaging any of it more than it might have already been. She walked back to the door way and slipped back outside, no longer wanting to be anywhere near her father. She had got what she came for, and she didn't care what happened to the man anymore.

She caught up with Niala, pulling herself out of the shadows nearby the girl. She wasn't going to leave her side till this whole ordeal was over. Seeing that she had the box, or chest as the thing looked like, she followed after her. However, instead of walking around and past the fallen man as Niala did, Demi stopped on him... right on his head.

And then she walked outside, standing near Niala but keeping her gaze inside, watching, and waiting for the male to die...