(Okay... Sleep well, Setcho.)
Clare, after a while, got up and poured herself a glass of water, the tears still drying on her cheeks as she remembered what had happened only days ago...
It had seemed to work, at first. The holy water had seemed the safer choice; in her thoughts, the demon blood might have brought out the monster again. However, not long after she had applied a small amount of the substance, Alka's body temperature began to rise. Clare hadn't hesitated; before half a minute had gone by, she had run to the refrigerator and retrieved two ice packs, which she began to rub against Alka in an attempt to keep him cool. She ended up using every single ice pack trying to keep him cool for his final three minutes of life; during the last, she had kissed him deeply, trying to use her magic to heal him as her lips touched his. For a moment, it seemed to work.
Then a sudden, muffled noise sounded out once from inside Alka's chest.... the sound of his heart exploding and his life coming to an end after three minutes of being cooked alive.
The Nephilim suddenly felt water at her feet, snapping her out of her flashback as she realized she had overfilled the glass. Cursing minorly, Clare quickly set the pitcher down and grabbed a towel, mopping up what she had spilled; somehow, she had not only managed to get the floor and the counter wet, but parts of her tank top and belly as well. Having mopped up most of the water, Clare looked at her abdomen sadly as she remembered how Alka had drawn her stretching that one time so long ago, before they had begun their relationship. The wolf sighed heavily and looked over at Alka's corpse where it remained in his bed. She couldn't bring herself to tell anyone yet; she didn't want to lose him. Alka... I... Forgive me.
Daisy blushed lightly, a sheepish smile creeping onto her face. "It's the least I can do," she said. "Anyway, I'll have to take a look at that laser cannon... That's in the arm that got ripped off, right?"