Not always alone(Danna&Christian

[bella]

 

Being unclaimed, it really did suck. Being a demigod, you'd think no one would claim about anything. But Azrael had quite a bit to be unhappy about. Most demigod children, their parent that was a god spent little to no time with them. As unpleasant as that still sounded, she'd take that any day over this. Her Father was a mortal, Tony Vulcan was his name. Other than that, she couldn't tell you anything about him. He was murdered when she was just a baby, a few pictures were all she ever had of him. With him, despite his death, there was comfort I'n the fact that he had wanted her.

Her Mother, on the other hand, was a different story. A goddess, but Azrael didn't have a clue which one. She was unclaimed, a demigod who no god wanted..or at least that's how she saw it. That or the god simply didn't know about them. A more excusable answer if a God was your Father. Her Mother on the other hand, she liked to think didn't know about her. But on some level...not being claimed made her work that much harder. MAybe, just maybe, one day she would be claimed if she could prove herself...if she could be someone a god would be proud to have as their own.

Sadly she still had a very long way to go, thatwas to be expected given the fact that she is only thirteen years old. A baby I'n the eyes of those on Mt. Olympus. But so far she at least felt she was decent enough. She was tough, stubborn, certainly not a push over. When she wanted something, she didn't stop until she got it. In many ways she isn't your typical run of the mill teenage girl. Clothes and boys are all good and fun, but they don't make the world go round. Growing up in an orphanage if nothing else taught her only to rely on herself...

Of course her 'family' wasn't so bad, she had been adopted a few months ago. The Emerson family...Some business tycoon and his two daughters. She kind of felt like a pet. Elena, the eldest of the two sisters had met her on the street. Then she'd begged and pleaded for her Father to take Azrael in. Now she had wanted to stay no...but a wealthy family certainly beat a run down shelter any day. Of course she still kept her last name...and she wasn't all that great at following rules. But with Christopher Emerson never home, it was next to impossible to actually get in trouble.

Azrael had been a bit bored that morning and she had decided to go out...and simply find something to keep her occupied. So far she found nothing, currently she found herself walking around central park. The snow crunching lightly under her shoes as she walked. It was rather quite out, well quite for New York at least. It really did suck being her age...nit even old enough to get a fake id.Bars and clubs were fun..when you could actually get into them. Her 'sister's' could always be fun..but they weren't home when she had left. Honestly Azrael wasn't sure what to think...it was hard to be totally distant from them, not when they were like her. They didn't know who their mother was, they were unclaimed just like her. Not exactly something to bond over but it was a comfort to know that she wasn't the only one.

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[DANNA]

EVERYONE THINKS THAT I HAVE IT ALL
C A S T L E W A L L S
BUT IT'S SO E M P T Y LIVING BEHIND THESE

There was nothing more interesting than being hit on by your own son.

Danna walked swiftly through Central Park, eyes focused hard in front of her, jaw clenched tightly in irritation. Christian Davek was drunk, per usual, and wandering around Central Park with Nathan Wilder doing drugs. Luckily he didn’t seem to be following her, but she still wanted to get out of Central Park and off of Earth as soon as possible. Upon her return to America, return to New York City, she didn’t think she’d ever run into either of her children. New York City was huge, but of course with her rotten luck he was there. Unlike most people, Danna was not fond of her children at all. She wanted nothing to do with them and had done nothing to keep tabs on them since abandoning them. Still, she somehow knew them when she saw them. With Christian it was impossible not to know. He too closely resembled his father, and some part of her, just looking at him, she just knew. Sivious had been in Germany when she left him! She figured Christian would have remained in Germany with his father his whole life, not coming anywhere near America, anywhere near where she would be.

She was not a very maternal person in the slightest and the very idea of having children repulsed her. She wanted nothing to do with them, ever…Didn’t want anyone knowing they belonged to her, didn’t want them thinking any of belonging to her…She didn’t want there to be any connection at all. And all of this unclaimed demigod business just made it easier, gave her a better reason to not claim them. If she did, they would think it was her (though it certainly wasn’t). Part of her did consider that maybe claiming her two children would take blame off of her…If she claimed two and not the rest, how could it be her? Of course, there was no telling what everyone would think and honestly it had to just be better not to do it. She didn’t need to deal with that on top of everything else she had to deal with in her life. So far she had had a very good time here on Earth with Jesse, spending most of their time in Greece and such. She should have known better than to come back to America. There was a reason they hadn’t stayed there in the first place.

Unfortunately, the day did not get any better. As she hastily walked through the park, she headed straight towards a young girl…With her, it was easier to tell who she was. Azrael Vulcan looked strikingly like her mother, and while there were bits of her Tony in their daughter, it was…Well it was hard to deny she was a daughter of Danica. Her eyes narrowed towards the sky, sure someone up in Mount Olympus was screwing with her…But what did they know?! And what on Earth could they do?! Danna sighed and spun around, only to see Christian (looking a bit more sober) strolling along with an irritated look on his face. Danna didn’t know what had happened, nor did she care. It was probably safer going past Azrael…She hopefully wouldn’t feel the need to stop her and bug her like Christian probably would, or at least she hoped. He had already hit on her, so she wasn’t too sure about him. “Ugh…Fuck me,” she growled, spinning back around and marching past Azrael, her shoulder roughly shoving into the girl’s without care. She wanted out of here, and fast.

_{THIS POST GOES OUT TO name here AND IT JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE done/unfinished! THERE ARE ABOUT word count WORDS SO THAT SHOULD BE GOOD. I JUST HAPPEN TO BE WEARING outfit here. LIKE THIS SONG TOO? IT'S CASTLE WALLS BY T.I. FEATURING CHRISTINA AGUILERA. OH! BEFORE I FORGET, I WANTED TO TELL YOU THAT notes here. CREDIT FOR THIS TEMPLATE GOES TO BUNNYA! OF CAUTION 2.0!.}

[bella]

 

She wasn't exactly sure why she was out here just wandering around Central Park like this. In all honesty it was rather boring. Something she used to do quite a lot when she was still at the orphanage. However when she had been there, there was nothing better to do. The park was large and thus hard to locate someone. But at the same time, she never truly was far enough away to get herself into trouble. Habit, perhaps? The park sadly was the only constant thing in her life..the park and just the city itself.

Still it was rather lonely out here right now. No one her age to be seen, no one even worth trying to talk to was around. A woman and her baby, an elderly couple on the bench...and none of them seemed to notice her. She got questioned quite a lot before, she supposed now...she looked too nice to be a girl taking care of herself. Being with a rich family certainly had it's perks...living with two girls a few years older than her was even better. Melanie and Elena both had great senses of Fashion and neither was going to let Azrael have anything but the best.

It was not what she was used to, but she certainly was not going to complain. Designer clothes looked and felt better in her opinion. People also seemed to take her a little more seriously now. That was a bit annoying...when she was feared, she wanted it to be her that they were afraid of. Not the man who had taken her into his home. She knew very little about Christopher Emerson...he was a very powerful business man, and apparently not someone to be messed with. That included his daughters, and now Azrael as well..


She sighed under her breath, tucking a loose strand of blond hair behind her ear. Going home maybe wasn't such a bad idea...they had to be home by now...or at least she hoped that they were. She liked both of her 'sisters' a lot, maybe Elena was a bit soft...but she was a lot more laid back...and Melanie could be uptight, but she was amusing to be around. They had their quirks but Azrael so far didn't have a problem with either one.


So lost in her thoughts, she hadn't paid any mind to everyone else around her. Well not until a woman was shoving her shoulder into her. "Hey.." Azrael gasped in protest, not expecting the blow and so she was knocked back on to her ass. She glanced over her shoulder at the woman, unable to keep from glaring. "What was that for?" She got to her feet, smoothing out her skirt as she did so. "What'd you do?" She asked, her green eyes moving curiously to the man who had come in the same direction as the other. she could only assume he was responsible for what ever was wrong with her...though she really hadn't needed to knock her over. She hadn't done anything to her.

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YAYYY AZRAEL

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