Skorne walked slowly over the fields that he had been to not that long ago. It seemed like a lifetime since he had been here last, even though he knew it had only been a matter of weeks. Standing in the field, he looked around him, viewing the handiwork of the god Sargoth. Skorne almost laughed at his foolishness on that day, he had actually challanged a God to a fight. The ideas that a mind could come up with never ceased to amaze him. He had been foolish that day, and he had paid for it, by being banished to the Abyss.

He still remembered the blackish hell that made up the section of the Abyss that he had visited in his short stay. Teeming with thousands of demons, he had constantly been fighting for his life, and he had come out victorious, he had to, or he would have died. It was there that he had remembered who he really was, and then, by some twist of fate, he had been summoned back to the real world by Rith. So far, the guild seemed trivial, the vain pursuits of a childish boy, but Skorne cared little for Rith's plans, as long as he got what he wanted in the end.

Phedre awoke with a start from her reclined position in the feild's tall grass, her cloak's hood pulled high up over her head to shade her from the slowly sinking sun. A noise had caught her ear and started her to a hasty awaking, and she could clearly make it out to be a two-legger walking through the feild. She crouched low and scanned her eyes over the tips of the grass. There was a man walking there, who looked slightly amused. He seemed somewhat familiar. She felt her fangs dig into her bottom lip and let out a silent sigh, she remembered him, he was the man from the meeting, the one she didn't take a liking to, the one who is a higher ranking than herself. She let out a soft groan, still audible, and flopped back to the ground, this time on her stomach with her arms as a pillow. She closed her eyes and curled into the shadows of her cloak, all the while listening to see if he approached closer. She didn't seem to be worried. If he tried to do something, Phedre was sure that Rith would not stand for it. But that was not the only thing going through her head. Perhaps she should, 'make nice,' with this supposed allie. Perhaps she may have to so she isn't given the worst orders to follow. She knows her skill and she knows her talent and she would be given her due respect.

Falco, her dire tiger, was curled up at her back, dozing lightly and enjoying the first sun bathing he'd done in a long time. Every odd time he'd let out a groggy purr and pull his muzzle up into a make shift smile. He let out a yawn, her tounge tensing forward and his emmense fangs being bared openly, before he flopped over and changed positions, acutly unaware that someone else was in the field.

Skorne saw some sudden movement, and looked around, trying to find the source. It was then that he saw a figure laying on the ground. He started forward, then stopped when he saw the tiger laying next to the person. He might be able to deal with the tiger, but if this person had any skill, it would be annoying to try and fight both of them at the same time. Standing there, Skorne thought that there was something familiar about this figure that was lying there. He couldn't say what it was that was familiar, but it was there. He kept one of his eyes on the tiger, it was sleeping for now, but it could easily wake up.

Skorne kept his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and slowly walked forward, trying to get a better glimpse at this person. "What are you doing here?" He had decided on the direct approach, he didn't have the patience required to be subtle enough to slowly draw information out of people.

Phedre opened one eye and her tiger soon followed suit. She tugged the front of her hood down lower on her face. "Well, can't you tell," she said in a slightly mocking tone, "I'm suntanning."

She gave a flash of a smile and closed her eyes again, snuggling into her cloak with a yawn. Her tiger rose and leaned foreward stretching his feet and then his hind end. He sniffed the air and gave a hiss rather simular to the one Phedre gave Skorne on their first meeting. Phedre gave a soft laugh and spoke again, "Where's your big, fancy looking throne," she said softly, humour in her voice, "or your powerful friend perhaps?"

Phedre rolled onto her side and felt the sun sinking lower from its highest noon point. She stiffled another yawn and squinted, trying to keep the sun from her eyes while she looked up at him. She studies his statures, his characteristics, every physical detail she could grasp, and the mental details as well. She studied him with soft glowing, gold eyes, one of the few details of her new demonic form. She was continually satisfied with the new attributes she obtained, and found the soul swaping rather satisfying.

It was then that he recognized her, Phedre, the vampiress that Rith had recruited. He bit back a scornful remark, trying to keep his temper in check. He doubted that Rith would appreciate if he tried to kill one of their members. "So Phedre, it is interesting that of all the places you coul get a suntan, you choose a field. Most people go to beaches." His tone was dripping of sarcasm. Skorne then turned away, walking slowly over to the spot where he had been when he had been banished to the abyss. He found the exact spot, and stood there, ignoring Phedre as best he could.

It would be interesting to one day go back to the abyss. Maybe he could take it over, that would be interesting, have a whole demon army under his command. Then maybe he would wipe out the race of vampires he thought with a flash of anger. What was it about her that got so under his skin? He had no idea, he was normally calm, hiding his emotions until he allowed others to see them, but something about Phedre brought out his flashes of anger and malice. "Why are you really here Phedre?"

Phedre covered her mouth with a slender hand as a yawn passed from her lips. She adjusted her hood so it kept her face in shadows and sat up once more, looking up at him with glowing gold colored eyes. She let a smile dance upon her crimson lips, white fangs flashing a pearled white against the shadows. "Beaches?" she said with an eyebrow raised, a twinkle of humor in her voice, "the sand really does get to me," she let out a soft laugh, "I just hate having to brush it off grain by grian." She gracefully rose to her feet and approached him with a seductive grin, "it gets everywhere. So much less hassle here in this abandoned feild."

She stopped a few feet from him and kept her smile dancing on her lips. The sun was slowly fading, soon she could shed the heavy cloak comfortably. Falco, the tiger, let out a groan and rolled over, his tounge dragging over his lips as he moved. She listened to his second question and moved a step closer, "why the malice? Why the hate? Dear Skorne," she had hoped she had his name correct, "I do admitt I was a tad grumpy when we were first introduced," she paused, "we never were formally introduced were we?"

She had not known what Rith had tol dhim through his mind. She took another step towards him, skillfully avoiding his question. Her gold eyes seemed to glitter from the shadows of her hood. Her deal with the demon was working out quite well for her liking.

Skorne ignored her rambling for the first few seconds, looking across the field to try and keep his mind off of what she was saying. It appeared she did have a few tricks that were keeping him focused on her, he couldn't allow her to keep this up, it would only interfer with what he had to do."We may never have been introduced, but I know more about you than you think." With that, Skorne once again tried to ignore her. When that didn't work, he began trying to figure out what tricks she had that wouldn't let him ignore her. It could be one of any number of things, but this one had a certain feel to it that was familiar. Skorne's eyes widened with surprise to realize that she was using the magic of a demon, it was rare that anyone other than a demon could use such magic. Though there were ways around that rule, it wasn't widely known.

"You can stop your demonic tricks now Phedre, I won't let you affect me." Skorne's hand strayed to the hilt of his sword, he doubted that Rith would approve of him trying to cut of Phedre's head, but right then he really didn't care. He was fed up with waiting for Rith to get everything ready. He prefered action to sitting around and doing nothing, and on the day that he tries to relax, Phedre has to come and intrude on his thoughts.

When Skorne stated he knew more of her than she thought, Phedre simply laughed and rolled her eyes. "Oh of course you do," she said, her voice far from convincing but still resounding in softened beauty. "I mean, you must know more about me than I do of myself." She gave him a teasing wink, her golden eyes dancing in mischeivous perfection. She tucked a stray hair from her face to rest behind her ear, never taking her eyes off him.

Though hearing his accusation of her demonic tricks, she showed little if any outward response to the inner shock she felt. Instead, her bottom lip quivered in a teasing pout and her gold eyes dimmed, "I'm hurt you would think I would use something like that on you, Skorne," she said with a playful sigh, "we're on the same team you know." Her eyes skimmed him over, resting for a moment on his hand which hovered over his weapon. Within moments Falco was on his feet.

The white dire tiger stood protectively beside his owner, fangs bared. Phedre absent mindedly stroked his head, while shifting her gaze back to Skore. She remained pleasent, and equally flirtatious. "Whatever makes you think I am capeable of such acts?" Her tattoo was hidden from sight while she wore her cloak and there were different immortal creature with her eye color. She took a slow step closer to him, a smile dancing on her pouting lips. She took another slow step, her tiger following, his fangs no longer bared.

Skorne ignored her teasing, forcing himself not to act. He wasn't sure what would happen if he did act, but he doubted that Rith would like it very much."Listen to me now Phedre, we may both be working for Rith, but I am here for my own reasons. I don't work together with others, and I wouldn't even be here if Rith hadn't offered me something that I want." Skorne gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, fighting to stop himself from trying to cut off Phedre's head. It was surprising to find that he managed to stop himself from attacking her.

"Should I tell you something Phedre? I think that I will. On this very spot, I was banished to the Abyss by the god Sargoth. Rith has offered to help me defeat Sargoth, this is the reason why I agreed to do what he asks, not because I want to be part of a team. Once my goal is met, I will leave, and you should beware should our paths cross again." Unsure why he had told her that, Skorne sat down on the grass, relaxing as a breeze blew across the field. He had barely stopped himself from laughing at Phedre's sarcastic remarks, but her time would come, he would make sure of it.

She thought that she could hide behind Rith's cloak and that it would protect her should Skorne try to destroy her. She was wrong, Rith's power, not any other power in the world, would be able to save her. Skorne responded in a tone as sarcastic as her own had been. "I know that you are capable of such acts, because I know demons. Most will give you anything you want in return for something, and some will give you power, only to take it back when you need it most. I couldn't care less if you are hurt by my accusations, that is your problem."

Phedre stopped approaching as soon as he began to speak. She risked a glance to the sun, it was sinking quickly, it would be comfortably dark in a few long moments. She pointed to the place where she lay and whispered a word and her tiger slinked towards it, a small growl deep in his throat. He stretched and yawned, baring his fangs in another attempt to frighten the stranger, and then collapsed with a thud to curl up into a sleeping position. After Skorne finished his first comment Phedre's eyes flashed a bright gold, anger leaving creases at the corner of her eyes. "I do not care what reason you are here," she spoke firm but politely, a hint of anger in her voice, "and it baffles me that you would think I would for whatever reason, just as I don't care at all whether you work well with a kitt," she said, meaning kitten, "in a sock. I am ever so glad you have an arrangement with Rith, and I am just as relieved to see you are not here to pay witness to a vampiress sleeping."

She paused, letting him continue, a strand of raven black hair lipping from her hood to frame her elegant face. When he finished she replied, a smile hidden on her crimson lips. "Oh Skorne, you do outdo yourself sometimes." She let out a soft laugh and remained standing beside him as he sat on the grass. "Revenge is sweet, some would say, but you? Carelessness, so I thought, wasn't in your vocabulary. Revenge is for the careless." His eyes gave away his thoughts. He hated her, though she was unsure to why, and he would show such hate soon enough. She would be ready.

Phedre had to laugh outright at his final comment, "Hurt? My oh my you are one who must practice long hours to understand the meaning of sarcasm. Please, don't waste your words on me. You know little of my situation, and even if you were a demon yourself whose powers are lent out to another, you know nothing of my agreement, or even of my..." she trailed off, why was she going on and on? "You know nothing of me."

She turned, back to him and moved the 10 feet away from him to sit beside her tiger. She half expect a response... she half expected herself to get to her feet and stab him 12 times without relenting.

Phedre's words amused Skorne, her anger had gotten the best of her, she had revealed more than she had planned to. Her temper would be her weakness that could be exploited. "And what makes you think that I am going to be careless in my attack on Sargoth? I learned my lesson once, I can wait. I have plently of time left to get my revenge, and I will not have it foiled by anyone." Skorne kept his hand on the hilt of his sword, trusting Phedre as much as he trusted anyone else. He wouldn't put it past her to try and kill him while he was ignoring her, it would be the kind of thing an assassin would do. The sun continued to sink lower, and Skorne knew it would soon be time to go. He had to much to do, he couldn't sit around her all night talking with a vampire. It was a challange to stop himself from killing her tiger just to annoy her, the look on her face would be priceless.

No, he thought to himself, it would only complicate things further. That was the one thing he didn't need, further distractions that would slow him down. The world was full of distractions that needed to be eliminated, and Skorne would eliminate anything that tried to distract him. "Well, this has been a wonderful time talking with you, but I really must be going. I suppose I will see you around the guild hall sometime." As the last rays of light vanished across the horizon, Skorne stood up, ready to move on. It was time to get to important items that required his attention. More important, these items would get him away from Phedre.

Skorne brushed himself off, getting rid of any clinging grass. As Skorne was about to leave, he turned to face Phedre, watching her carefully. "I don't normally use sarcasm, it is a waste of time. However, I find that occasionally, sarcasm has a place in a conversation. I will see you around Phedre, but don't get in my way." With those parting words, Skorne turned and began the walk to his planned destination, it would take most of the night to get there, so he needed to hurry. He kept his ears tuned for any sounds of Phedre coming towards him, the last thing he needed right now was to get in a fight with the vampiress.

Phedre, not only being a vampiress, shed her cloak and silently padded behind Skorne, her assissin skills taking over. She stopped, it was obvious she was insulted and very much annoyed and she didn't take kindly to his swift exit. She knelt and picked up a stray stone from the ground. It was small, so it wouldn't do too much damage to him, for Rith's sake. She wound up, her clothing making her movements inaudible. Finally she through it, the stone heading straight and true, aiming to peg him hard in the back of the head.

By this time Falco had gotten up from his resting place and stretched out again. His eyes seemed to glow in the same gold as Phedre's his fangs slipping out from his muzzle just as hers poked through her lips. With a reassuring hand, Phedre scratched him behind his ears and continued to stare, unblinkingly, at Skorne. Anger and resent flooded through her viens, leaving a poisonous pulsing sound in her ears. The anger was barely shown on her face, instead, the moonlight seemed to carress her skin, leaving it shaded in imaculate tones. She seemed to glow in a shadowed beauty.

Her hair was lose now that her cloak was off, and it flew freely, like velvet night, through the air, the evening's breeze blowing through it gently. Her hand moved to hover over her hilt and her chest rose in steady, constricted breaths. Her wings, the newest addition to her demon counterpart, itched to be released, but that would make unneeded noise. Phedre had even trained Falco to stalk even more silently than a normal tiger. It was slightly more difficult because of his size, but he learned well, and it showed.

Phedre waited for him to turn around, or at least make a movement for his weapon and then she would have him in a place for timely discussion. She did have something important to say to him, and this disrespect would not go tolerated, no matter what his rank.

Skorne stopped in midstride when he felt the rock hit him in the back of the head. Anger coursing through his veins, he resisted the urge to draw his sword. He hand gripped the hilt until he thought he would break it. Standing rigid, Skorne fought with himself, not allowing himself to turn around. It was what Phedre wanted, she wanted him to turn and face her. Then again, why shouldn't he face her, it might allow him the chance to strike her down once and for all. He was fed up with her attitude, she assumed that she was superior to everyone, and that she could get away with anything. Skorne turned around in one fluid motion.

Facing her, he could see that she was angry. It could be seen as clearly as if someone had written it on her forehead. Skorne stayed where he was, watching her carefully with eyes that glowed red. He was through being taunted by her, and it was time that it ended. "You wanted something? Make it quick if you do, I have a long journey ahead of me." Skorne kept his left hand on the hilt of his scimitar, gripping it so that the veins in his hand were standing out.

Skorne kept both Phedre and her tiger in his line of sight, not trusting either of them to get behing him. This alliance with Rith was fragile at best, and what happened now could destroy it. Skorne would be forced to hold his temper, he didn't want his deal with Rith broken just yet. It would hurt him more than it helped if he left the Syndicate now. Besides, Rith could provide him with what he needed to complete his mission. Skorne just stood there, waiting for Phedre to speak.

Phedre eyed his hand on his sword's hilt and Falco paced impatiently. His head was low, eyes fixed on the blade and it's owner's hand. He growled as he paced, predator eyes growing increasingly vicious. Phedre moved her hand from her hilt, and crossed her arms over her chest. She wouldn't move to fight if he didn't. She stood with her feet shoulder width apart, her knees locked it a solid stance.... to keep her violent shaking under control. She was furious. Her eyes were creased and hard and her liped moved in silent curses. Her hair blew across her face, deafly ignored as she began to speak. "What is you problem," spat, her eyes cold and her body unmoving, her lips harsh and tight. She tried inhaling slowly but her heart was pulsing so hard she thought it would shatter her ribcage and land at Skorne's feet.

She had to move. She was just letting her rage built up. Why wasn't she under control of her rage? This was rare. She ran a hand through her hair and licked her lips trying to keep from raising her voice as she continued, "We are working for the same side and all you think of is threats and paining me." She had seen him with a woman a few nights past, maybe that could be used to her advantage. She kept silent about the woman and slipped the information in the back of her mind. They should meet, she decided, a smirk growing in the back of her head. She shook her head snapping back into the present. "That's fine. Think of threats, think of my attempted murder," she spat out the words like poison, "but keep it at a thought. What good is a guild if it is not united?" She almost lost it, that was far from what she thought she would say. Surpressing her laugh she continued soberly, "people don't get along sometime, but I can still hate you and be professional about it. You're just a," she strung curses up in an elaborate insult, "whenever you're around me. You act so high and mighty." She threw her hands into the air, "for all of the gods sakes, I would care not if you were the god of the dead himself, I am not a child to be talked down to!" She rolled her eyes, "you're a demon saved from the abyss, lucky break. May everything go well with that. You're a man who has a lust for killing females," she pointed at her chest, "who are stronger than you, or at least comparable. Unfortunate. Ever think of..." she stopped, spitting on the dirt before her. "Forget it. You aren't worth it. Obviously you has some talent for Rith, but I see none. I see an over agressive, easily angered individual whose selfish in nature and vengeful in thoughts. You are not an asset to the Syndicate. You are a nucience. That will be found out soon enough." She met his eyes and spoke slowly, "You are worth nothing."

Her body trembled in rage. She turned her back on him and ran her hand through her hair, bending to pick up her cloak. If he was to leave, it would just reiterated her point. She half expected him to leave anyway. He wasn't smart enough to come up with a logical explanation for his bull headed actions.

Skorne released the hilt of his scimitar, surprised by what Phedre had said. It seemed strange that she would think that of him, then again, he hadn't known her that long. It was then that he laughed, he laughed long and hard. It was hilarious to him what she had said, that that was her opinion of him. He stopped laughing as suddenly as he had begun, still smiling at Phedre. "So, that is what you really think of me? I must admit, I wasn't expecting that. I will have to redo my opinion of you, it was most amusing." Skorne watched Phedre, wondering how long she had withheld her opinion of him before it had just burst out like that. "Let me tell you something. You want to know why I act like the way I am? It is my nature, I am a demon, and I don't work well with others, I never have. I will admit one thing, you may be stronger or comparable to me, but I am not obsessed with killing females."

Skorne took a few steps closer to Phedre, more interested in where this conversation was going that where he had planned on traveling to. This had proved to be one of the most interesting conversations he had had. "I think I know part of why Rith keeps me around, for the same reason he has you. You, are an assassin, Rith is a mage, and I am a fighter. That can be a powerful combination if worked correctly. Rith has his magic yes, but he lacks any physical power. I am a strong melee fighter, but I lack stealth. You are an assassin, one with the shadows." Skorne kept his eyes on Phedre, unblinking as he talked to her. He was probably revealing more than he should, but he didn't care. "Let me ask you something Phedre. You claim that I have hated you since I met you, but have you done anything to try and remove that hate? When we first met, the first thing you did was hiss at me, how is that supposed to get me to like working with you?"

With Phedre's back still to Skorne, she focused on folding up her cloak and scowling while hearing him laugh. She would not grant him another outburst. She had said her part, and he recieved it with a laugh. She called him all sorts of names in her head as she roughly tossed the folding cloak to the ground. When the laughter suddenly stopped, curiousity itched at the back of her neck. Soon he began to speak and she had little to do but turn and face him. Falco had seemed to walk off uninterested and was only heard as he swished through the tall grasses. She ran a hand slowly through her hair, exhaling slowly, her lips barely parted. She crossed her arms back over her chest and met his eyes.

"You say you act the way you do because it is your nature," she said softly, her voice completly the opposite from her outburst earlier, "demons just are that way." Phedre looked to the ground and then back at him. "I'm not." Her voice trailed off making the last sentence barely audible.

She turned her back to him, moving her hands to close at the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and black feathered wings, tipped in red split from the scarred slits on the inside of her shoulders. She slowly unfolded them and pulled the long lengths of her black hair away from her neck. There, exposed, was an intricatly laced tattoo, the sign of her bondage to her demon counterpart. She stared at the ground, her eyes soft and silent. She let her hair fall back to cover the tattoo and glance over her shoulder at him. She seemed slightly ashamed.

She turned to face him again, her wings adjusting behind her as she moved. Her face burned with her shame. She tried to cover this with another slick comment. "It's good to see you aren't quite obessed with the murder of the stronger female race," she said with a smile, her eyes growing back to their bright gold.

Phedre shook her head. She was being too emotional. She straightened her back and raised her chin, pulling herself back together. "Your thoughts on Rith and our... talents combined," she conitnued, trying to move on from her awkward moment, her wings flicking absent-mindedly, "are interesting. They make logical sense. I guess if I wouldn't have been so hell bent on my rage I could have grasped that." Her eyes widened as she comprehended what she just said, "not that I ever wasn't in control of my emotions, or that they were clouding my judgement." She gave him a smile, "I'm not that ill-educated."

She stetched her arms up over her head, her wings tensing as they stretches as well. She wasn't used to them yet, they seemed to be a seperate being from her body that was tagging along for the ride. They would be like second nature soon enough. She thought of his last question a moment before answering him with a raised eyebrow, "I don't try and change peoples' opinion of me," she said, her arms once again crossed over her chest, "you're not supposed to care what people think of you. If you hate me, I'll just live with it. I don't care. I shouldn't..."

When he brought up her hissing at him she winced slightly before breaking into a soft laugh. Her eyes closed a strand of hair sweeping across her face. "Ahh yes," she began once again meeting his gaze, "that was an unfortunate greeting." She let out another laugh, "I'm not very..." she paused, "good with surprises." That was an understatement. Before Rith had lead her there, the last man to surprise her lost his head in a very unfortunate way. She smiled remembering it. "I was a little upset already, and having to leave without notice and leaving people and him" she motioned to quivering grass, Falco who was invisble in it let out a tiny noise. "Not like it is much of an excuse, but I was already unhappy, and you truly made my entrance, uncomfortable. I just showed to you what a wet, cold, angry vampiress does. It was childish, but its a rare occasion when I take back something I do." She fumbled with the neckline of her clothing before adding extremly softly, her eyes turned down, "it was unexeptable. I appologize."

Skorne watched, surprised as the wings burst from Phedre's back. So, that was where she got the magic she had tried to use on him. He bit back the question that threatened to be asked, deciding to wait until she was finished before speaking. Skorne sighed wistfully, remembering the days when he had wings, before he was killed and brought back to life. How he longed for the ability to fly again. Still, part of him was glad to be rid of his demon form, it was to noticable. Skorne looked Phedre in the eyes, listening intently to what she said. It seemed as though the alliance was becoming more stable, and less likely to be destroyed. They had both been slightly foolish, letting their emotions get the best of them. Of course, he would never accuse Phedre of not being in control.

Skorne nodded to her at her apology, it was extremely unexpected. Phedre didn't seem like the kind of person who apologized often. Thank you, I will admit that I wasn't exactly a very welcoming person, but my mind was occupied elsewhere. Otherwise, I might have paid more attention to what was going on." Skorne rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, turning to stare at the rising moon for a few seconds before looking back at Phedre. So, you are part demon. Does Rith know yet, or where you trying to hide that as long as possible? Don't worry, I won't reveal your secret if you don't want me to. And I would never accuse you of not being in control of you emotions."

Skorne flashed a quick smile at Phedre, glad that this unpleasentness was over with. Looking at the moon, he realized just how late it was, he would barely reach his destination in time if he left now and ran all night. Still he would make it in time, he couldn't afford not to. "Well, Phedre, I will see you around, but I really must be going. I have some urgent business to take care of, and it will take me all night to get there. Goodbye, I am glad that we took care of our differences before they got out of hand." With those words, Skorne turned around and raced off into the night, running hard to make his destination by dawn, it was important that he arrived as soon as possible.

Phedre nodded to him, running a hand through her hair, "Rith doesnt know... well I haven't told him." She stared out at the moon and felt a shiver course down her spine, she may the cloak just for warmth after all. She picked it up and draped it over her arm and nodded to Skorne as he finished.

"Yes," she agreed, "good to get it worked out. Fair thee well."

She watched him run off into the distance and let out a sigh. "Alone again." Falco let out a growl to remind her that she had him and was far from alone. She smiled, "well not completely alone." She wrapped the cloak over her shoulders and did up the clasp at the hollow of her throat. Her hair was tucked into the hood before it was pulled up over her head and she set off across the feild. "You think he'll tell anyone, Falco?" she asked her wings flat against her back under her cloak and her eyes glowing a steady gold in the moonlight. She had no idea where she was heading, and she didn't really care. She didn't need to feed, she wasn't on assignment, and she had just resolved an issue with one less enemy. She kind of wanted company though.

And off she set.