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At first, Sverre's sleep was pleasant and peaceful, his mind easily slipping into unconsciousness as his body lay in comfort.

Screams and cries of terror echoed around him, intermingled with the crackling of fire and the acrid smell of smoke and burning. Growls and sounds of feeding followed the screams, only to eventually eliminate the terror filled voices entirely. The scent of blood permeated his nose as he ran, only one place in the village of any importance now.

'Please let me not be too late!' he thought in a panic, his voice coming out in a strangled cry as he approached the battered house. The smell of blood was thick in the air even here, as well as the scent of demons. With a sinking in his gut, Sverre slammed open the newly broken door, freezing at the sight within.

Two demons had occupied the space, and blood soaked the floor and their claws and mouths. Eilin's mother's lips were parted in a scream as she was violated by one of the demons, her body being used even as the other bit into the flesh of her shoulder with apparent relish. The rest of the family had already been reduced to corpses, bodies shredded and mauled almost beyond recognition. Eilin was no where to be seen.

Even as the light faded from her eyes and her body went slack, Sverre snarled at the two vile creatures before him. "Get away from her you cretins! We agreed to leave this area alone!"

"What? Mad cause we came to eat your precious, pathetic 'family'? You don't get to make the rules, and besides, why should you get to have all the fun?" sneered the one with his claws dug into the woman's now lifeless hips.

Sverre's eyes glowed in rage, reaching for his sword. "Bastard! We all agreed on-"

"You have no right to decide Sverre. We made no blood pact, so the rules can change. Besides, who the hell would actually listen to a mixed breed?" retorted the second, swallowing a chunk of flesh purposely slow for his outraged audience.

"Bastards....I'll kill you, I'LL KILL YOU!"

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Sverre awoke with a start, panting as an ice cold sweat drenched his face and neck. A dream...it was a dream. And yet, it wasn't. It had been months since his last nightmare, and he didn't know why they were suddenly back.

With a frustrated growl, the male punched his pillow and hurled it with all his might across the room in anger. No, he did know why the memories came back. That woman! Try as he might, he could not shake her visage out of his head. No matter how he looked at her, she resembled Eilin in every way, and the sorrow and rage of that night came flooding back. He had sealed off that part of his mind, tried to let it be quiet and keep it stored away. So much for that!

Flopping backwards onto the pillows again, Sverre glared daggers at the ceiling, cursing his luck and growing more bitter by the minute. Damn woman making him remember! He didn't even try to go back to sleep, knowing rest would not come. Besides, it wasn't that far from morning...

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Somehow the demon had managed to calm down in the past few hours, ready to go downstairs and face the world once more. Despite his painful memory and the exhausting swarm of negative emotions it brought, it was not something that would take away from being alert and awake. Making sure his sword was secure on his back and his hair was tidy, the ebony haired man made his way down for some breakfast.


Upon reaching the first floor of the inn, Sverre smiled and greeted the pretty young serving lady from before, looking forward to her serving him again today. Scanning the dining room for a place to sit, he caught sight of none other than the hunter woman. The woman who knew his name. The woman who threatened him and tried to kill him. The woman whos' dinner he had accidentally eaten the night prior. He noted with satisfaction that she had been provided for with the money he left the serving maid in apology. His smile vanished however as he noted with growing vexation her uncanny resemblance to Eilin.

In spite of the memories her appearance brought up, Sverre headed her direction, intent on learning why she knew who he was, regardless of her willingness to talk or not. Without a single word to ask her permission or announce his intention, Sverre sat himself opposite the woman.

"So, ready to tell me why the hell you know my name?" he asked, arms folded over his chest as he prepared some money to pay the serving lady for his own meal.