Trust In Me [Samael and Dire]

Dire found himself sitting in the hotel room Maura left him in a day ago. He was surprisingly exausted and hadn't slept the night before.
He was about to nod off until Annalise tore through the room with a towel wrapped around her to get the new clothes Dire purchased for her.
Annalise Winchester was a 14 year old girl that he and a girl named Maura rescued from a weird "underground" cloning facility.
He was never really trusted to be the babysitter, but Dire would've made a better guardian anyway.
He knew where her parents were and knew he could get her there, but also didn't stress it too much.

Annalise stepped out in a pink long sleeve t-shirt, jean jacket, jeans, and brown knee-length boots.
"Were you waiting that whole time for me to get out?" She chuckled.

"Hate to tell ya, but yeah I was."
He said as he went into the bathroom and locked the door.
He pressed 'Deploy' on his watch so his super-suit would fold back into it and his eyes would turn back to their warm shade of brown.
As he was in the shower, he was trying to figure out how that girl could have ANY super powers.
According to the file he took from the facility, she had some kind of power that she didn't know about.
Whether it be due to the metahuman gene or mutation from another party, that didn't matter.
She could still be a threat.
Now, he wasn't going to kill a sweet little girl...
But he needed to make sure she doesn't lose control of her powers.
He put on a red t-shirt with a bunch of black video game controllers on it under a black leather jacket and black jeans.

When he got out of the shower, he found himself laying in the bed while Annalise flipped through a bunch of German programs.
"You wanna do something?" Malik asked
Annalise whipped her head around so fast, her blonde curly hair went crazy.
"Yeah, what is it?!"
"It's the Europa-Park in Rust, if you'd like to go."
"Well, duh! Let's go!"


When they got into the park, Malik realized how outnumbered he was.
There seemed to be no Americans anywhere...
His light brown skin seemed to stand out even more than ever.
He let Annalise pick a ride while he booked a flight back to New York, to Annalise's parents.
They got in line for a ride and Malik hoped he didn't need to be The Demonic Dire at all today.

”Really questioning why I keep working for you.” Samael spoke into the cellphone, eyes narrowed in a glare from behind the tinted sunglasses, crafted specifically to hide his eyes. ”You sure it’s more of those vampires swilling demon blood?” He then asked, settled on the corner of the hotel bed. Lazily he bit into what looked like some manner of sausage, chewing it up while the voice on the other end of the phone responded.

”My source hasn’t failed me before Mister Christensen.” Osiris spoke from the other end, likely sipping on one of those expensive looking crystal goblets.

”Not like I haven’t heard that one a million times before.” Samael quipped in return with usual humor. He was dressed in usual casual style of a fitting white t-shirt, stonewashed jeans and a necklace portraying a raven hanging around his neck, carved from an unknown onyx material. He fingered the accessory for a moment, naked feet knocking one of his boots over with a dull thud. ”Just hope you’re not throwing me into another close call with The Crimson Witch. She’s not someone I want to piss off.”

Osiris chuckled from the other end, likely amused by the thought of something rattling The Son of The Raven so much. ”Don’t worry, I have someone working on that as well.”

”oookay then. I’ll look into the...amusement park you think has something to do with these people.” Samael responded, sounding even more off put by the concept of someone thinking that vampires were working through an amusement park. The telltale click of the phone being hung up came, followed by Samael slipping on a pair of socks and the boots following that. He decided to 86 the jacket for now, believing that it would make him stand out a little more than he’d like.

Either that or it just seemed too edgy for him at the moment.

Regardless of the edginess of leather jackets, he had to ride his almost as edgy motorcycle to the amusement park, trying not to stick out despite the fact he did exactly that. Times like this really made Samael hate everything.

Stepping through the entrance gave him the sudden rush of rollercoasters moving along, people screaming and the indistinguishable chatter of people going about their lives. Money had to settle through some palms, but that was something that he had grown used to as time went on. He was suddenly aware of the occasional glance, though the odd pale ginger with even stranger sunglasses tended to draw a few wry stares. In the end he would grab a little something to eat, something that would keep him full of energy for any potential conflict that would come. This ended up being a type of funnel cake, crispy and covered in powdered sugar like he loved it.

Malik saw Samael a mile away, he stood out almost as much as Malik did.
Annalise said something before Malik could.
"Hey, he looks kind of American! Let's go make fun of him!" She smiled.

Aw, c'mon... No need to make fun of a fellow guy with sunglasses! That's like code..." He pulled his regular reflective aviator glasses out of the leather jacket he was wearing and put them on.

"Oh, let's go make a friend then..." She said this with a mock pouty voice.

The two came to the man, with a considerable amount of a good mood about them.
Malik saw he was eating a funnel cake and caught a sudden pang in his stomach.
That must mean he's hungry.
Who would've thought?
When the two made it to Samael, Annalise ended up behind Malik.
"Es gibt! You look about as American as me. So, if you are... I'm glad to see someone who understands this American banter."
Assuming he understood, he continued.
"You feel kinda outnumbered, don't ya? It's like... You don't belong."

Annalise spoke up, "I thought we were going to make a friend, not bore him to death!"

"Says you! You wanted to make fun of him!"
It was evident that he was not Annalise's father, if not by how they looked nothing alike, by the fact he never talked to her with a tone more of a sister or relative.

Samael had not been expecting to be approached quickly, but someone broke from the surrounding crowd towards him.  A sudden urge to defend himself manifested, though it quickly controlled itself as he considered the person.  Hearing them from this distance was impossible with the chatter of the parks patrons, though he could tell they were talking from the movement of lips. Eventually they would reach him, fingers gripping a knife hidden in his jacket. Malik was the first one to say something to him, eyes narrowing behind the sunglasses. ”I am American, though I didn’t know there was a look for it.” Samael noted with a faint hint of sarcasm, unable to control that aspect of his personality.

Mostly the antisocial part of him, or perhaps it was the part that did not want to actually be here at all. Business however drew him to places he did not want to be, so now he was dealing with social interaction he did not actually want. Still, the prize that was his poke face kept anything from showing, the mask still up. ”Not exactly a new feeling.” He shrugged, the feeling of not belonging being something that he learned to deal with so long ago that it was hard to even recall correctly. Growing up with things that most people would have called myths managed to do that to a person.

”So I suppose you’re babysitting, right?” He asked, only slightly patronizing, taking another bite from his baked sweet.

Malik paused for half a second longer than he should've to consider the question.
Honestly, it wasn't a lie...
Yet, it was FAR from the truth.
If the man were to push on this topic, no amount of mercenary-perfected lies could keep the truth hidden from him.
Annalise did not sound native to Germany at all, how could he explain he knows fluent German, what would he say about her parents, etc.
He did compose himself to quickly say, "Yeah, guess you could say that..."

He hoped it wasn't TOO obvious he was trying to drop the subject, he gave a smile and said, "My name is Malik, what brings you here? If you don't mind me asking." He held out his hand for a handshake.
Before Samael would be able to say anything, Annalise hopped in front of him with a hopefully infectious smile and said, "And I'm Annalise! But you can call me Anna."