Hear No Demon, See No Demon, Speak No Demon (Open)

[Drake Saunders]

Hear No Evil
See No Evil
Speak No Evil

Drake always pondered this question in his mind. If things were always that easy, evil would never be allowed to roam around, not that evil things were techincally allowed to roam around but even so. Besides, Drake didnt roam around, and even if he did it would make no difference, only half of him was evil, the other half of him, that is, his human half, was good! Though still, he was half demon, nobody would look past that so what was the point in defending it?

He often wondered if witches knew who he was, he could spot a witch a mile off. Though sometimes it seemed as though Drake would walk past one without so much as a second glance. Though he did look human, leastways most of the time he did. The inward struggle of human and demon trying to claim his, Drakes, body for its own, never mention the word war to Drake unless you have had one waging inside you for say oh, the past two hundred and odd years.

Yes he was old.
Okay he was very old.
But still good looking and young looking.
He might be old, but Drake wouldnt say he was past it.

Yet...

[Peyton Halliwell-Cupid]

Peyton's muscles ached, her back stiffened, and even her hair hurt. She didn't stop, however, her battered tennis shoes hitting the pavement rhythmically. She was a blur to the rest of the world, and that's how she liked it. She was a witch who could freeze people, and when you had that power you tended to get people to be still when they were around you.This was the only time when the people were still moving yet all seemed to freeze.

Peyton loved to run. She loved the feeling of shin splints and hurt ankles and charlie horses. It was like bitter ecstacy. She did it because it kept her fit, but she knew she wouldn't do anything else but running for the rest of her life. Sure, she also did karate classes and fighting classes, but more so because her mother insisted that having an inactive power and having to learn to fight had always helped her in the long run.

Peyton kept thoughts out of her mind, her Ipod pulsating through her ears. She was listening to the words of an old song, but it seemed to make her heart just a little lighter.
I am the son...
I am the heir...

She smacked into someone, her body lurching back and landing on the grass. She couldn't believe she hadn't seen him, and in all honesty, she was surprised he had sent her flying so hard backwards. Her butt hurt and she think she might have twisted an ankle, but other than that...

I am human and I need to be loved...