Miv stared back before stepping foreward and putting a figer under Erina's chin, lifting her head up.

"Erina." Miv said, the same tone as she had so many years ago.

"Erina. Now. Out. Of. The. Way." D'Artigo's tone is more deadly than any blade.

Neither Miv nor Erina were listening now, both of their gazes locked. As everyone watched, both of their irises turned a pleasing pink/purple color.

"I wouldn't hurt you." Miv's voice was just above a whisper.

Erina seems to already know this. "Yes, just like so long ago." Erina's voice had the same pitch Miv's did and she smiled at the same time Miv did.

Miv finally looked past her at D'Artigo. She sighed and looked back at Erina, both of their eyes fading back to their true color.

"Don't do that to me again." She said and hugged Erina.

Erina hugged her back. "Don't be mad at her." Erina said, looking at D'Artigo.

"Don't worry about me being angry at her... however, I'm not upset with you Angel." D'Artigo's eyes show disappointment as they gaze at Erina.

Erina blinked. "What? What did I do?"

D'Artigo shakes his head. "You won't know. Until it's almost too late."

"Survivors? Where to start?"

Erina still looked confused. She walked to him.

"Don't change the subject. Tell me!" She whispered.

D'Artigo continues to look at Miv, almost seeming to ignore Erina close to him.

Erina grabbed his shoulders.

"TELL ME!" She yelled.

The sorceress shook her head in resignation. It was pretty much always this way with vampires... no drama to petty or small to drop everything and cause a scene. It seemed that as a species, they knew of only two ways to deal with the endless stretch of time - either escalating every small issue into a world-shattering affair, or succumbing to soul-crushing enui. She knew that anything she said was likely to make things worse, but she couldn't resist a small dig at the petulant male's sudden change of philosophy. "Come, now, Sir Mask... Let it all out. Surely talking makes it better and some secrets are best left known..."

Eyes turning blood red, D'Artigo now pays very much attention to Erina. Grabbing her writs, he wrenches them off of his shoulders, forces them together to one hand, and grabs her feet. Picking her up off the ground, and having her hang there by her ankles and wrists, D'Artigo says.

"I don't like being touched. Nor do I like repeating myself. You will find out. Later"

"And Lamiel, you are correct. Some secrets are best left known, and some others are best left unknown. Mine are not the best to know."

Erina froze. She didn't say anything and her body went into it's natural defense, her heart stopping instantly. Fallen Angels always commited unitentional suicide anytime death threatened.
Erina had done what her species did and had a minute before she truly died.