Sean Rayven's Story

Ciana blinked slightly caught off guard when the dull burning that had been invading the muscles of her left shoulder erupted into a white hot flame that lapped at every muscle in her body. She winced trying desperately to mask the pain she was feeling. Such is the curse of being able to feel when an enemy is near, she thought meekly, a wicked grin crossing her pale lips. Most hunters were taught to embrace their pain, but the burn was so intense there was no feasible way for her to just let it go. Nonetheless, she shook her head as if clearing a fog from her mind, and returned to looking out of her front door. That was when she saw him. A man clad in all black, his dark hair shadowing the side of his face she could see as he moved past her door. However, just as he was about to completely pass by her door, he stopped. It seemed to Ciana that he might've stopped because he sensed something strange, when all at once he turned his head in her direction. Her eyes widened only slightly when she saw the scarlet tint of his. He smiled at her and she felt as if she were glued to the bed on which sat. Not even a comprehensible thought could pass through her mind while he looked at her. The seconds dwindled away as if they were hours until finally, he continued on his path down the road.

For a few minutes, Ciana just sat there, feeling stupid. She had completely forgotten about the pain wreaking havoc on her body as she wondered about what had just happened. She had immediately recognized that man as the demon he was, but for some reason she couldn't get up to attack him. After another minute or two she grabbed her swords, making the decision to follow him and confront him the best way she knew how, with the steel of her blades. However, just as she was about to head over to the door another searing burn ricocheted through her body, emanating from one point: her shoulder blade. She let out a frustrated sigh, plopping herself back on her bed, gripping her blades tightly. There were a lot of big fish out tonight. She looked up at the door as the sound of a foot connecting with her porch reached her ears. Before she looked anywhere else, she met the person's eyes. Their silver-blue color meant magic, powerful magic at that. Slowly, she began to scan the rest of the creature in front of her. Long black hair cascaded down his back, a pale, almost porcelain skin tone, and nicely fitting clothes. All in all he didn't look too bad for a beastie. Once again, she forgot about her pain as his voice filled her ears. He had asked where he could stay for the night. Ciana was lost in her own thoughts, watching him for a moment, wondering if the fact that they were so powerful was why she would practically be a vegetable when they were near her or even spoke to her, or if it was some... more physical reason. She shook her head laughing at herself. She highly doubted that was the case, and settled for the former rather than the latter.

After a few more seconds, her eyes found his again. "I can show you, if you would like," she paused, slightly shocked that she hadn't said anything rude, then again, that was probably her self-preservation instinct. "I'm bad with directions, it's easier." She smiled at him calmly, trying desperately to hide the fact that she was a hunter, and that all she wanted to do right now was chop his head off. Though, she really was going to show him the way to the hotel, if only it was to be able to start tracking the demon who had passed her before. She rose from her bed, surprised that she could move. The effect she thought the demon had on her must've just been the momentary shock. She nearly reached the Warlock's chest in height, and sighed as she closed the gap between herself and the door that he was still standing in. Without much of a word, she navigated past him without actually touching him. She stood on the porch for a moment, looking at him before starting to walk down the same way the demon had gone. After walking for a few yards, she stopped dead in her tracks. Why is there ash in the middle of the street? She wondered to herself, carefully tilting her head to look down at it. The burn in her shoulder intensified slightly, but not the burn that almost seemed to be humming through her body which signaled that there was a faint presence from a Creature of the Night around the ash. She mentally cursed herself for letting the demon slip by, this pile of ash was likely a hunter or two and they wouldn't be dead if she had gotten off her ass.

For a moment, she shivered with rage. However, when she realized she was still leading that Warlock to the hotel not far from here, she forcibly calmed herself. She could focus on her internal turmoil later, groups of hunters would be showing up any minute if the fight had brought on as much of a spectacle as she assumed it had, and she didn't want to be seen with a Warlock when they did. She passively looked over her shoulder to see if the man was following her or not, her hand unconsciously tightening and loosening its grip on her swords.

Sato whistled to himself walking to the rhythm of the song he was whistling the devils tune, he loved that song and couldn't resist. He imagined how he'd feel in a bath right then.
"Ah what a busy night." He uttered, continuing his song.
Throwing a skip into every other step he took as the song went on.
His whistling suddenly died down once he spotted the girl he saw sitting in her house. Her ivory hair had almost completely captivated him as much as her heterochromic eyes. What surprised him was that she could look so angry after being bored when he first saw her. He planned to walk past her and continue on to his home with his bath awaiting, but he noticed a man a few feet behind her. A smile spread partly across his face, he had thought of something that would give him some fun for the moment.
"Yo." He said stopping just in front of the girl.
"I don't mind you following me after our eyes met not to long ago, but it's rude to appear before me with your boyfriend. Are you perhaps trying to tempt me?"
He examined the man next to him.
"A warlock." He whispered to himself.
"Not as much trash as the other vermin, but.." He sighed for a moment, seeming annoyed and casually feigned a smile meeting her eyes.
"So not only do you stalk me with your boyfriend, he's a warlock?" He smiled looking down at her hands which were fixated on her swords.
"Thinking of killing him? Why not, hunters don't give a damn about us beasts anyway, this should be a walk in the park for you right?"
He kept going on seeing how long he could go before he struck a nerve.
"But, that wasn't the case when you saw me wasn't it? You couldn't even move."
He took her hand off the sword and kissed it.
"I wouldn't mind taking a little lamb like you back home with me." He said winking, he shot a glare at the warlock getting the urge to laugh and focused his attention towards the girl again.

Humor danced in Ciana's eyes as she smiled at the Warlock. "It's no problem, I'm glad to help." For the moment her anger had subsided and she was able to focus on what she was doing. The hotel was small and ridiculously easy to miss if you weren't paying attention. She looked down at the ground for a moment before turning to talk to him over her shoulder. "You don't owe me anything," she paused for half a second wondering if it was risky to tell an obviously powerful Warlock what she really was. "I actu-" Her words were cut short as a jolt of pain shot through her body from her mark. Her entire body stiffened as she looked around for the source, she couldn't help but wish that it was the demon from before.

A dark smile crossed her lips when she saw that it was indeed the man she had been looking for. When he opened his mouth, his voice seemed to come from everywhere to her ears, and she was too focused on the sound of it to actually hear what he was saying, until he mentioned one word: boyfriend. Ciana's eyes widened in pure shock at the words the demon had spoken. And, even after that he kissed her hand. She couldn't help but feel a slight blush of both rage and embarrassment creeping into her cheeks. No man had ever dared to touch her in such a manner. The instant that he dropped her hand she stepped back kicking one of her swords into the air watching it spin for a half a moment before grabbing it midspin and unsheathing it. This prick had gone over the line, even for a Creature of the Night. She held the blade up, a bloodthirsty rage passing through her strangely colored eyes. Within the span of a heartbeat, the anger faded from view and she smiled, "Jealous?" There was a laugh of pure disdain in her voice as she watched him, the tip of her blade trained near his throat.

Instinctively, she turned her head slightly to look at the Warlock. It was possible that he was stronger than this demon, and now that she had drawn one of her swords it was possible that he now figured she was indeed a hunter. She sighed, returning her gaze to the demon before her. She had no intention of fighting the Warlock, the demon on the other hand... She grinned. "I'm not nearly the lamb you think me to be, sweetie." She practically spat the hate filled word at the man in front of her, her eyes narrowing. She didn't know what to make of the situation, but she did know that if she didn't hurry up and do something, a legion of hunters would find her with these creatures. She could already hear the shouts of people finding the ashes in the street and checking on every available unit to make sure they were all alive. A small curse passed through her lips as she debated on what she should do.

Sato frowned looking at the vile in the warlocks hands he really didn't have the patience to fight the warlock either.
"If you'd like to know the nearest hotel ask someone else in town." He glared at the warlock.
He too had began to sense the presence of a hostile enemy approaching and looked at the girl.
"It seems your friends have come to play with us, However I have no interest in such lowly creatures. Hey warlock.."
He said looking at him one final time.
"You can have them, I'm taking this one for myself."
He vanished in smoke appearing behind the girl wrapping one arm around her waist summoning one card in his other hand.
"Shall we never meet again, Bothersome pest." He smiled dropping the card onto the ground.
It summoned purple flames that engulfed both him and the girl, when the flames disappeared they were no longer there. The warlock had been left alone in the streets of Craine. The flames had brought them into the living room of Sato's house, he threw her in a chair that was positioned in front if the a regal fireplace. As he took off his coat the servant made his way into the room with a glass of wine.
"Dear lord what happened to you?"
He stared at Sato, he was bleeding from his forearm. The vertical gash marred his perfect skin, but even still the sanguine red against the white of his skin was truly beautiful.
"Nothing serious." Sato calmly replied, hanging his coat on the rack.
The servant glanced over noticing the girl and back to Sato.
"A snack?." the servant said intrigued.
Sato almost choked oh the wine that was brought for him.
"She is not a snack, just yet... I intend on making her my concubine."
"Oh my." The servant said as if it were a complete surprise.
"Anyways, take care of her for me I'm going to take my bath now."
Sato stopped just before he walked out of the room looking back at the girl.
"Don't bother trying to fight your way out of this place it's not that simple."
He gave her another smile and disappeared into the hallway.

Fear clung to Ciana as she heard the Warlock's bird mention the proximity of the other hunters. She was only half paying attention to what was going on between the two beasties she was standing in the middle of until she felt someone wrap their arm around her waist. Her eyes widened with shock, and she dropped the sword that she had been pointing at the demon. The fire that surrounded them was emanating from what appeared to be a playing card. For the second time in her life, she was terrified of a demon, and what it was about to do. But just as she was about to scream for help, the presence of the Warlock faded, and she was hurled into a chair. Her eyes were wide, and she was frozen in place like a rat caught in a trap. Her mind couldn't process what was happening. She heard the voices of the demon and his servant, but what they were saying was incomprehensible to her, the only thought that crossed her mind was: Why am I so stupid? If she hadn't engaged the demon, if she had just grabbed the Warlock's hand and dragged him into the alley that lead to the hotel, she'd be in her usual hotel room safe and sound. Or, at least as safe as being alone in a room with a Warlock would make her.

The only upside to her current situation was that the hunters probably wouldn't find her here, which meant they wouldn't know that she had helped the Warlock. If they did find out, she'd be taken to the elders and be sentenced to death for conspiring with the beasts. Slowly, she began to curl in on herself in the chair she was in, her arms wrapped around her knees and her chin resting on the small gap between them. She didn't know what to do. It was likely he would try to kill her if she attempted an escape, and she didn't have any swords to fight back with. All she wanted to do was scream and cry, but she refused to do that in this place. Without warning she looked up, seeing the demon's servant still standing in the room. She sighed, closing her eyes calmly. What had she gotten herself into? "I refuse to belong to him," her voice was small, the whisper almost inaudible as she reopened her eyes. "Excuse me, sir, if I may ask, upon what desire does this demon feed?" Her question was purely for cataloguing purposes as she liked to know a lot about the beast she planned to slay.

Granted, she was still very much afraid, but that wasn't going to stop her. As she awaited the servant's answer, the burning that coursed through her muscles hit her hard. Throughout the entire time she was with the Warlock she had become completely unaware of it. However, now for some reason, it was raking through her body with a vengeance. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her eyes closing once again. A lump began to form in her throat, and she forced it down. She knew the capacity of most hunter's pain threshold, this amount of pain was knock any of them out, but she refused to pass out in this place. Her muscles began to twitch as she sat, curled in a ball in the chair, her ivory hair shadowing her eyes while her head was bowed. What the hell was she going to do? if things kept on like this, she would completely lose her mind. As an outlet to lessen the pain, she began to wonder what was happening to the Warlock and his bird, had the hunters caught him? Or had he gotten away?

Josette~


She sighed as she packed up the few thing she was going to bring with her in to her new life. She was nervous to meet the man her parents paired her with. she knew little about him nor did she know what he really was the anything about the real reason why she was being shipped of. It would take two to three days by train to get to the town he was in...that just meant a few more days to her self. In truth she did not like this in any way shape of form...she wanted to find no to fall in love with someone that she wanted to be with not someone her parents picked. The only thing she could do now is pray that he is a good man.

Josette shut the trunk lid looking around the room that she spent all of her life. She did one last walk in the house that held both good and horrid memories for her. She could hear the clock ticking by as her father put the trunk in the car and waited tapping his foot as if she was wasting time. Slowly she got in the car and was on her way to the train station. She really did not eat anything or sleep on the train. How could she with what was going on.

The time on the train seemed to stop and speed by making it hard to forces or think. The few times the train stopped she thought about getting off and running but that would not end well and she knew that. She wondered if that man she was promised to would be there when she got there or would she have to sit and wait, she wondered about what her new life and home would be like.

She had to go throw this the family honor had to be held. She never new this was a painted lie from some sick contract they made with a warlock to gain power and wealth that there greedy lustful hearts longed for. Would he tell her the truth or would he keep that painted lie going the answers would lie a head for that path was still covered in thick fog that seem to want to let up any time soon.

Ember-Jay didn't know what to think. She had cut her singing off several minutes ago when she finally realized that her mark was burning and now she was standing in an alley not knowing how she got there or which why to go. Her leg was still burning but she couldn't see anyone near her so she decided to keep walking.
Soon she stopped when she saw an inn called "Silver Rose Tavern" but that's not what grabbed her attention; what grabbed her attention was the raven looking out the window. Something about it....didn't seem right to her. She was debating whether she should go in and have a look or not when she realized, to her horror, that she was already moving and inside.
Slipping past anyone and everyone her body took her up a flight of stairs and stopped in front of a door. She knelt down and could feel the cold air from outside seeping underneath the door. Standing back up again she bit and chewed on her bottom lip causing it to bleed. Her mark was burning badly, like someone had set it on fire, so she knew that some type of night beast was in there, she just didn't know which. Her hand went to the door handle and was about to twist when she pulled away and started to pace in front of the door. What was her body doing to her! She didn't know what type of beast was in there but it didn't care, it wanted the beast dead!
She knew soon if nothing happened, her body would take control and kill the beast....
While thinking all this she came to one thing:
Her. Life. SUCKED!!

Ember-Jay didn't know what to think. She had cut her singing off several minutes ago when she finally realized that her mark was burning and now she was standing in an alley not knowing how she got there or which why to go. Her leg was still burning but she couldn't see anyone near her so she decided to keep walking.
Soon she stopped when she saw an inn called "Silver Rose Tavern" but that's not what grabbed her attention; what grabbed her attention was the raven looking out the window. Something about it....didn't seem right to her. She was debating whether she should go in and have a look or not when she realized, to her horror, that she was already moving and inside.
Slipping past anyone and everyone her body took her up a flight of stairs and stopped in front of a door. She knelt down and could feel the cold air from outside seeping underneath the door. Standing back up again she bit and chewed on her bottom lip causing it to bleed. Her mark was burning badly, like someone had set it on fire, so she knew that some type of night beast was in there, she just didn't know which. Her hand went to the door handle and was about to twist when she pulled away and started to pace in front of the door. What was her body doing to her! She didn't know what type of beast was in there but it didn't care, it wanted the beast dead!
She knew soon if nothing happened, her body would take control and kill the beast....
While thinking all this she came to one thing:
Her. Life. SUCKED!!

Ember-Jay tensed, her fingers twitching slightly. She didn't think the beast would come out of the room! She wanted to tear herself to shreds. "Uh..Um..I...Y-you didn't wake me...I..I uh saw a raven and thought it was odd...um..." The burning in her leg intensified and she had to hold a gasp back. She couldn't think and hold herself back. After a few minutes she nodded and whispered the rest of her sentence. "I...I can take you....I'm new here...but I know where the train station is..." She smiled weakly and turned to the stairs. "I..I'll wait here..u-until your ready..?" It was more of a question then a statement and she was trying hard not to reach into her boot or jacket. He hasn't done anything so she was able to just hold back. She didn't want to hurt the beast...By the look of it he was a Warlock...She couldn't be sure, she'd only seen them dead under her blades.
Swallowing she looked back at him, trying hard not to cry from the burning in her leg and the reaction fighting against her body was having. "I'm..I'm good to go if you are...?"

Ember-Jay tensed under his touch, she didn't like the fact that he was behind her, it made her feel unsafe. She eyed the bottle he pulled out of his pocket and slowly shook her head. "N-No, thank you...I'll be fine...It.. it does that sometimes.. I'm used to it.." She looked at the beast, getting irritated that she didn't know his name, it didn't feel right calling him what she was. "I'm Ember-Jay..." She smiled weakly at him again and started to walk down the stairs. A thought struck her and she giggled. "Curiosity killed the cat, Sir...It's only right to get punished for it.."

Ember studied everything around her in the way she was good at; no one would notice unless they really watched her movements. But she was getting distracted, her eyes kept coming back to study him and she was worried she'd loose control of her body and he'd be dead, she didn't want that..he seemed so nice...Also her leg was killing her, and felt like fire had found it's way into her veins, she had to keep wiping an escaping tears away and hope that Sean wouldn't notice.
Her eyes snapped up to his. "Your welcome, Sean.." She smiled slightly saying his name and quickly looked away. "I was walking around and got lost. I saw the raven from the window and got curious...Yes," She nodded determined as she saw the train station ahead. "It's just up there.."

~Josette~

She blinked looking at him. unsure of what was going to happen he seemed nice so fair but that could always change. Slowly she took his hand standing up. She was thin and stood around 5'5. Her hair went to the past her shoulders. She wrapped her fingers around the handle of her other piece of luggage. The cold in truth did not bug her in small ways she enjoyed it. "very well" was spoken in warm honey tones with that sweet smell of lavender dancing about her. She was unsure of what was going to happen to her at this point but no matter what it was she was going to make the best out of it.

Ember-Jay felt sad when Sean had let go of her hands, sure her body was mentally kicking her mind and she didn't want to kill him but he seemed like a really nice Warlock and she couldn't help but worry some hunter might get to him. As he walked away she didn't know whither to follow, leave or just stay where she was. She looked around her recognizing very little and mentally kicked herself for losing her way.
After what seemed liked hours to Ember-Jay but was probably only minutes she decided to stay were she was, she didn't know why and came up with the excuse of trying to figure her way back and make sure the Warlock got back to the inn safe and sound.
Just then she heard a shout and someone grabbed her from behind and hugged her tight, making her gasp for air. "Dude! Where were you!?" The guy that hugged her shouted.
She looked over her shoulder and stared in horror, there right behind her were three hunters and her friends.
"We decided to 'walk' around and 'check' out the people here" A very bone like girl said.
The third guy just shrugged in agreement and slung is arm around the girl.
One thought ran through her head as she realized what was going on. They were hunting... there was a Warlock just up ahead, probably picking up a Night Beast friend...And if she didn't get out of the hug soon, she might turn purple instead of the blue shade she was now. Oh, god....no....

Ember-Jay was horrified when she saw Sean appear with the calm looking girl. She was hoping this wouldn't happen but yet again the world hated her life. When he made it pitch black she took her chance and knocked the guy that was holding her out and watched as he fell to the ground.
Next she lunged at the other two but instead of getting her way it turn into a fight of two against one, a sword and gun against machete, throwing knives, and two small blades; Ember knew there was no way she was gonna get out of this without being punished or hurt but she kept going so that they wouldn't chase their new pray.
"WHAT THE HELL, EMBER-JAY!!!" Screamed the girl as she kept firing rounds of bullets.
"She lost it!" Spat the third guy as he lunged at Ember-Jay, making contact with her skin and slicing her arm causing her to change weapon and slow her down.
Ember had cornered herself and was trying hard to stay out of their hits and range but her body was tired from all the walking she'd done that night, and the fighting wasn't help. She'd already been shot in the arm, leg, and shoulder. Not to mention all the cuts the sword had made. Yet she didn't give up.
Ember-Jay's thoughts were running through her head fast, so fast she didn't understand. 'Why do we have to fight...I don't want them dead...but I don't want the Warlock dead either...I'm going to die if I don't choose..'
After a while Ember-Jay gave up and settled with being beaten to a pulp by the her friends/fellow hunters. It wasn't to bad, the blood loss made her feel less of the pain, but every time the guy she knocked out would hit, it would hurt like crazy. He was so pissed off. They kept going until they all grew tired and stopped, looking over Ember with horror at how far they took it.
"Oh, shit...what do we do!?" Ember could just hear the girl's shouts and smirked slightly, 'Serves her and the guys for beating me to a pulp' She thought softly as they all started to argue. Soon they came up with something and run off. 'No...Don't leave me here....' Ember cried mentally but it was to late, they were gone and the hunters couldn't hear thoughts.
Slowly and weakly she pulled herself to her feet and stumbled around, still not knowing which why to go so she was home. She didn't know how far she had gotten but soon she passed out from blood loss; falling so that she was laying in the shadows on the street, her vision went black and the last thing to escape her lips was a chuckle at what she had done before the blackness and nothing took over her.

Sean was wondering how things for Ember-Jay were going. He decided to use this time to scry on her. He pictured her hair, legs, butt, face, breasts and when he stared into the mirror he found her laying on the ground injured. Very injured. She was unconscious and bleeding profusely. Sean knew that Josette would wake up soon but he felt responsible. Sean wasn't sure why but she had fought her comrades. She had chosen his side. A grin spread across his face.
"It must be my lucky day," he said as he continued to stare at the girls body."Two treasures in one day." he said He turned to his Josette and waved his wand and staff as he started to cast a series of spells. At first the blankets wrapped around Josette and held her snug. Then they started to hover followed by Josette and blankets turning invisible.

Sean continued to watch the mirror as he complete the directional coordinates of the propulsion spell. With this Josette would wake up in his room and he was able to collect his latest collectors item. Sean hopped on teh staff and took off towards where the young huntress lay. Not worrying about being spotted at this point he rushed low through the streets until he found Ember-Jay. He looked around as he dismounted and approached her.

"So many components," he whispered to himself. Without pausing he bent down and stopped the bleed with a simple healing spell He then began chanting and the girls (virgin?) blood was floating up into the air. Sean pulled out a particularly huge vial from his sack and called the blood inside. He then bent down and chanting once more his middle and pointer finger began to glow. He snipped some bits of hair and placed them in a tiny vial. He then picked her up and carried her small frame back towards the inn.

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Sean rushed into the Silver Rose Tavern not paying attention if anyone had seen him or was following. He walked up the stairs and with a few words the door opened on its own and he entered. Sean was happy to see Josette laying on the bed still sleeping but he placed Ember-Jay on the nearby sofa chair and he went to close the door and pulled another vial out of his magical pockets and dipped the contents between her lips. Sean had pretended to be a doctor 90 years ago and he knew that her pale complexion was not good, but the potion, which was now in her body would help recuperate her body as well as cause natural healing. Sean pulled out some needles and put four of them each on an arm and leg. These needles would release the magical energy so that it would not build up in the girls body. He stopped as he put in his last pin in her leg and saw some design on the leg she claimed was hurting her.

Sean wanted to have a closer look but the thought of either of these girls waking during his inspection would not bode well for anyone's future relationships. He took his eyes off Ember-Jays' inner thigh and walked over to the window. Sherlock was elsewhere tracking the purple haired demoness so he wasn't there to keep an eye out for them. Sean continued to scan the outside, realizing he was starting to get a little tired.

'Too much magic and too little sleep', he thought to himself. Sean took his large sack and opened it up to reveal that it was completely empty. Instead on this black cloth were symbols and several magic circles. The magical cloth was huge. It was still folded three times and it took up most of the open floor. He placed his hand on a small magic circle. It glowed faintly as a cup of coffee floated out from the circle.

"What a long night," he said as he went back to the window, hoping no one had followed, or noticed him, or snuck in while he wasn't looking.

Ember-Jay slowly began to gain consciousness but she felt all stiff and sore. She let a low groan escape her lips before her eyes started to flutter open. 'Where am I?...I thought they killed me...wait..who ki-' Her thoughts cut of as everything came back and her eyes flew open as she gasped with shock. She looked around carefully not sure what to do, when she saw the needles in her arms and legs she bit into her bottom lip so it bleed just to stop from screaming.
Her heart beat picked up with fear as possibilities of what could have happened ran through her head, her least favorite thought being that who ever had her might have touched her in a way that she would regret later, I mean she was a virgin and losing that would suck. 'Your life does suck..it would just make it worse.." She thought to herself.
It wasn't until she shut her thoughts up that she realized her leg was burning badly, the way it did when a night beast was to close; liquid fire in her veins. She straggle not to gasp or cry out with pain and focused most of the thoughts to the girl on the bed. She looked familiar in a way..
Forgetting about the girl, she looked at the needles and wondered if it would hurt just to pull them out; she never did like doctors or hospitals, they seemed so cheerful giving bad news the bastards. So because of that, she never went to one or the other and never had needles in her when she was awake.
"What have you gotten yourself into, Ember-Jay Scarlet?" She mumbled to herself.

(oops forgot to change location)
Silver Rose Tavern

"Aha, you are awake" stated Sean. he looked back from the window, he left the window, but glanced once more to check for any signs of hunters. "I hope your nap wasn't too bad, Miss Ember-Jay." he said with concern in his voice. Sean looked down at the huntress and carefully pulled out the pins from the girls soft skin. Sean for the most part was a nice guy. His darkened soul had not destroyed it. But it had given him a dark interest in his new found arts. Sean gave her a moment to take in her surroundings as he slowly took a wide turn around her keeping well out of reach.

"You were hurt quite badly by your hunter comrades," he said silently. he let the knowledge of him knowing exactly what she was seep into her core being. He watched her with much interest as he continued to circle. "Tell me, why exactly were you so injured? On top of that it seems that your leg is once again hurting isn't it? he paused again. "I have to say, when I saw you from the train station your leg seemed fine. I have to say I am quite curious about that and many other things."

Sean watched as the girls face went through a series of changes as he spoke. He didn't personally take much pleasure from making anyone suffer. And he wasn't a demon that ended lives when they ate either. They remained alive and continued to deal with their lives as they saw fit.

"How would you like to join me?" Sean asked and watched as the thought bounced in the huntresses' mind.

Ember-Jay sat frozen, she didn't know what to think and him circling her like that was making her feel like prey. She noticed that she was trembling slightly with fear and her body didn't want to take action. 'Oh so now it doesn't want to shred something to bits!! God..' She thought to herself. This wasn't going to be easy and he court her by surprise. She tried avoiding all the questions and only answered with a question, "J-join you? What do you mean by that, Sir Sean?" She raised an eyebrow at him, her fingers twitching nervously. The one good think about talking was her mind wasn't on the burning. "What are you going to do to me...now that you know I'm a hunter?"

Sean smiled as it seemed that a crack of trust had been created. It was a warm smile which spoke of relief, but regardless his interest in a possible hunter ally was almost too good to pass up.

"Join me as a partner," Sean couldn't help but smile at her expression by the word of partner. It had many meanings. "I'm sorry, I meant as an ally." Sean smiled hoping to reassure her. "It seems like you have probably made an enemy of your fellow hunters, and though I don't know what the penalties are for such an act in your society, I doubt it will be very pleasant. Besides you already helped me once. Why not make a official?" Her face remained wary and skeptical, but Sean wouldn't let that phase him.

"You don't need to call me Sir, Miss Ember-Jay." he started again. "I am not as terrible as your society things I am. I have done terrible things that is true, but that distinction is made by you hunters. I help people improve their lives and they become quite happy with their lives afterwards. I would understand why you hunt demons, vampires, and werewolves down, seeing as how they end lives quite often. By a witches/warlocks contract doesn't kill. And on another note it is a deal between two parties that understand that it is a give and take situation."

He looked over at Josette wondering when she would wake up, and then back to the huntress. She was a fine specimen as was the huntress he saw earlier. Sean knew that sooner or later the Royal family would find out what he had done and come after him. It would be good to prepare. Sean liked preparations, almost as much as he liked successful results.

"I wish for us to be friends, but we can start slowly if you wish." he looked at her legs with much interest. "Perhaps you could explain that leg pain of yours and I'll see if there is something I can do to ease it."

Ember-Jay stared at him in complete and utter shock as he talked, she wasn't sure if she should trust him or not, he could of done a number of things to her while she was out. No night beast she had ever met..She cut that thought of, realizing she never met any, only the bodies of dead night beast. She breathed in slowly and deeply then began to talk in a way she never thought she would unless to The Elders. "It's death for most but I'm lucky and can probably get away with beaten and left for dead, as you probably saw, my team took care of that but I did earn it, I hit first....." She trailed off as his words start to confuse her. She was told to kill all night beast because they were evil and she did for her parents and brother who were long gone dead, the thought brought tears to her eyes and she looked away from Sean, hoping he didn't notice as she continued to talk, slowly starting to trust him, but not enough to fully let him know. "You can't do anything to stop the burning. It's a Hunters Mark." She stopped at that, not sure if she should be telling him what it does..