Waiting The Storm (Sienna/Open)

[Seth]

A storm raged on as people went for shelter in specific parts of the city. One place in particular was moderately crowded that night, not as quiet as it normally is, but with the storm, the Tavern was brewing with more than just beer. A massive fire roared in the center of the Tavern, keeping people dry from the rain. There was music, albeit from the local bards, and many were drinking and eating great feasts as they waited out the raging storm. As the door to the tavern swung open, a rather tall and well built young adult entered. Hooded, he looked around for a seat and found a vacant table waiting for him in the corner on the far left of the door. He sat down, and pulled his hood back to reveal his bright blue eyes, and dirtied face The man had the face of a weary person, tired and worn by the hardships of his life.

Since leaving the sanctuary of the dragon lands, he traveled often. Work at first was hard, until he killed a group of depraved men about to have their sick way with a child. Returning the child home, he was handsomely rewarded, and thus his work as an assassin began. For the past few months, he had traveled and took many contracts. His only rule was he would not kill children, or animals. Although his targets were almost always corrupt individuals, or people that have done very bad things, he had on occasion believed that some of his targets may have been innocent. However, that couldn’t matter to him. He needed this, because every step he took brought him one step closer to his father’s attacker.

He sat quietly in the shade of the corner, resting and letting the rain water dry off of his body. Pulling out a leatherbound book, the young man, Seth, began to write in the pages of the book. Places he has been, clues and information of the things that he had seen, and where anyone with any knowledge of the village his father was defeated in were written in the pages. Seth did not have an inkwell or anything to write with, so he created a spell that allowed him to use his fingertip instead. Most just thought he was just keeping track of what he read, but really as his fingertip went across a line, words formed on the pages. He never looked up from the book, always writing in the pages and trying to triangulate where he was going to go next.

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The storm that was raging, meant for many people waiting it out at where she was, expecting that getting drunk... Was the right way to do it. She doubted they were right, but she wasn't one to judge. She didn't have the right to judge though, as their presence meant money and a good income. She also liked the fire brewing and the music playing, as it gave everything more of a fun sense to everything. If that even made any sense at all.

When the door opened, Sienna looked up and smiled; her chocolate colored eyes warm and inviting. She wanted to be here, needed to be here in a way. As much as she missed her home in Heaven, this place was her home too. Sienna was a small, petite and slim woman, though strong beyond her looks. She had her dark hair pulled back and out of her face, giving onlookers a good view of her features. She was a woman that knew that in the right clothes, men liked looking at. Though, she most certainly didn't go look for them, she didn't need their approval after all.

Her attention now being pulled to the mysterious man that upon pulling down his hood, revealed extraordinary blue eyes, caused her to grab a jug of beer and walk over to him. "Can I get you some beer?" She asked him, ready to leave... If that was what he wanted. She appreciated everyone's privacy and some men didn't come here to get laid easily and quickly and call it a day. She knew that some men just came for the alcohol... Or the stories.

When she saw the man writing with his finger, she looked at it, mesmerized. She then smiled and got an inkwell and a feather. "I can only imagine this would be much safer for a man like you in a place like this." She said, making sure her tone wasn't accusatory. She didn't want people to accuse him of anything. She hated it when people did that, because it meant they didn't form an opinion on their own. Most just formed opinions based on what was easy obtained. And this was most certainly wrong to assume.

[Seth]

Seth’s mind was in deep thought when he realized that someone was standing in front of him. His thoughts moved to grab his father’s spear, which was retracted and latched to his side. He was thankful to his dragon ancestors for ritually imbuing the spear with the ability to retract and extend to full size at the most possible moment. However, as he looked up, he realized that it was simply the barmaid, and as Seth locked gazes with her, for a moment, he felt at peace for the first time in what seemed like ages. His weary face softened and his eyes showed a kindness from the depths of his soul. A small smile crept from the side of his lip, and as she asked if she could get him a beer, he pulled out a small stack of coins.

”Perhaps one mug,” he spoke as soft as his gravely voice would allow and still be heard, “I would just like water after the beer, if you do not mind.” He was still mesmerised by her beauty, that he forgot that he had been using his abilities as a means to write. Seth heard stories about Mythregal and the humans. Seth was half-human, but for his entire life, he had been raised by dragons. When Seth met humans in his past travels, he realized a number of them were against the use of magic. Others were fascinated by it, and the rest seemed indifferent towards it, accepting it as natural as the rising sun. But Seth hardly protested when she went and brought him an inkwell and feather. “You are too kind.” he said with humbleness in his still voice.

He extended a rough, calloused hand for her to shake. He would not blame her if she did not want to touch his hand though, considering Seth was rather dirty. Not as dirty as some of the other patrons, but still messy, regardless. “My name is Seth,” he said simply, “What is your name?”

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Sienna made sure to be cautious, as she didn't know whether he would attack. She didn't want to risk it, really, all she wanted was to make him feel at ease. Nothing more than that. When he looked up at her, she gave him a soft smile, as their eyes locked with each other for a moment. She relaxed when she saw the kindness radiating from him. She knew it might be because of her, but it was still nice to see in a man as tense and seemingly aggressive as him. She wasn't scared, though, not in the slightest.

She watched as he pulled out a stack of coins and nodded when he asked her for one beer, pouring it in a mug for him. She then smiled when he said that he would like water after the beer and shook her head. "No, I don't mind at all." She said, with a smile, as she looked at him. She smiled when he told her she was too kind and she heard the humbleness in his voice. She wasn't indifferent to magic at all, in the contrary, how could she be if she possessed certain gifts herself? But, she did think it would be safer to an extent if not everyone knew you possessed them.

She took his hand gently in hers when he extended it, not thinking twice about it. She could care less if his hand was calloused and dirty. All she cared about was this man right here. And she had seen worse after all over the years, way worse. He was nothing compared to that at all. He was well-traveled, she could see it on him, but why would she judge someone based on that? It didn't seem fair, it didn't seem right. When he introduced himself to her, she held his hand in hers and looked back at him. "My name is Sienna," She replied, with a kind look in her eyes. This man right here had her mesmerized already, he seemed so strong and tough, but kind at the same time. It had been a while since she had last seen such a man. It had just maybe been a while since she saw what she perceived as a real man. Someone that was tough, but kind, could be violent, but also gentle. Frankly, she was thinking a man should be of contradictions. And Seth was all that.

[Seth]

Her hands were soft to the touch, and her eyes were even warmer. For a brief moment, he gazed into them, and felt a peace he had not felt in such a while. He was able to let go, just momentarily, the faces that haunted him, and the anger of vengeance seemed to fade. His weary face lightened and his true youthful age could be seen. “Nice to meet you, Sienna.” Seth said with keen interest in his voice. It was not the first time that Seth met a female that was not a dragon, but it was also the first time that he met a female that had so much grace in every moment of her movements.

The female dragons of Seth’s lands were not unattractive, but they were warriors. The only grace that they ever displayed was with combat, both armed and unarmed. They knew only of fighting and it seemed only the bloodlust was the only thing that made any sense to them. It was this way with all dragons of his homeland, and even Seth felt the bloodlust, but the human in him yearned for more. Although Seth could not accurately explain it, perhaps because it was beyond words of explanation, like a lot of things on this world, but it seemed like she had a warm glow of light that was faintly glistened across her skin.

He was grateful for her silence in keeping his abilities secret. He was sure that she would be interested in what he was, and were she to ask, he would tell her. He was honorable above all else, and her kindness earned him his absolute honesty. Perhaps, with the peace that he felt when she was near, he could clear his mind and be able to consider his goals at hand. “I am half dragon,” he whispered, so that she would be the only one to hear, “If you were curious as to what I am.” He then cracked a grin and sat back.

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When he gazed into her eyes, she calmly gazed back in his, knowing that she could drown in his eyes if she wasn't careful. If she wasn't careful, she could fall for this man and she couldn't afford falling for anyone rifght now. She was at the point where she had no idea who she was or why she was here to begin with and it was really freaking confusing. Not to mention, annoying. She seemed to have her life in order quite well and was pretty calm about things on a day-to-day basis, but it was pretty much all a front. A way to show to the world that she knew what she was doing, even on moments where she had no clue. With this guy however, she didn't feel this. She felt calm, in control and though her actions were graceful, or at least seemed that way, she was wondering if he couldn't read her mind. Though she had a face that was pretty much unreadable to those that didn't possess a form of telepathy. "Nice to meet you too, Seth." She said, as she noticed his interest in her, but only feeling flattered.

Though Sienna was an angel and she did have a form of grace, she was also a fighter, a warrior, she fought for what she believed in. She fought for people she believed in and she was told that she even seemed to fight with grace. Exactly because of her ability to fight for a cause, whether good or otherwise. She didn't always like fighting. She most certainly did not like hurting people, or anyone, but sometimes it had to be done. You couldn't always be a lover instead of a fighter, it wasn't realistic. Sienna had gotten into close contact with how realistic things could get in the world. She knew that it was a harsh world, it was no secret to her.

Sienna didn't ask him what he was, believing that if he wanted her to know, he would tell her and thinking it may be rude to ask him to explain. She didn't want to be rude to anyone and most certainly not such an intriguing man like him. She felt pulled to him the same way he seemed to feel pulled to her and it was a weird, but good feeling. When he eventually told her what he was, she looked at him curiously. It had been a while since she had last met a dragon and that one had been evil, but she didn't sense that with him. She felt a lot of good in him and knew that must be his human half playing a part in this. "Very interesting." She said, as she looked at him. She fell quiet for a moment, studying him, though she was trying not to be too obvious about it. "I sense a lot of good in you. Already making you different from the dragons I've met before. But I knew that the moment I walked over to you, that you're different, good." She said softly. She watched as he sat back and smiled as well, looking at him. "I am an angel."

[Seth]

Seth was prepared to agree with her when she said that she was an angel, until he realized that she was being very serious about what she had said. Seth had heard of angels across his journeys, but he had never actually met one up close. Logically, he theorized that it may have been her presence that really did give him a sense of peace, which Seth found odd, but also understandable now. Not that he was complaining about it, but it was comforting. He was always led to believe that angels had wings, however with magic, anything was possible. Her wings could have been the same as how a dragon hides their true form, in the form of an aura. “I have never met one before, but I hear angels are powerful warriors and healers.” Seth said softly, interested on what feedback Sienna may have had on this information on angels that he heard.

He was humbled by what she told him. It was one thing trying to believe someone else when they told Seth that he was a good person, but to hear an angel say it was not too different, surprisingly. Seth looked back on his life as an assassin for the dragons, and thought back on the lives he took for them, and although many were evil, he felt he may have enjoyed it, and it horrified him. But when Sienna came near, he was glad to hear that she saw good. How much of it he had though, was uncertain. “I was curious though, Sienna, if you may have some information on any villages that may have burned down in the past couple of years?” Although, Seth never had any original intentions of bringing her in on his mission, if she had any knowledge of it, or had heard anything from anyone on the event, then perhaps she could put him on the right direction. Afterall, who better than an angel to send a wayward soul on his quest.

“My father came from a city that had been burnt to the ground,” he explained, “he had been hurt, and I’m just trying to investigate.” There was more to it though. There had been whispers that this city had been protected by Seth’s father, and that the culprits were dragons. Seth knew not what this meant, and although he never met his father until the day he returned to the village, half-alive, but he only needed to look once into his father’s eyes to know it was not him. Someone, or something set fire to the village, but dragons were not responsible. Only made to look that way, and whatever caused it injured Asagoth in the process. Seth would find the one responsible, and silence them in the name of the fallen, and the dragons.

He was about to dwell in the pool of the past in his mind again, but he brought himself out of it again and looked up at Sienna again and smile. “Sorry, it’s just something I hope I can bring justice to.”

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A soft smile appeared on Sienna's face as she waited until her words had settled in with him. She rarely said what she was to anyone in fear of what people might think of her. That they might think of her as conceited... Or arrogant. In her mind, she was neither of those, but others might care to disagree, she didn't know anymore. She didn't know what people thought of her and had long since stopped asking. And yet, she wanted to know from him. She wanted to know from this man, this wayward traveler what he thought of her. It suddenly seemed very important to her and she wasn't sure why. It had been long since Sienna had seen her wings, though they were always by her side, hidden just beneath the surface. She always felt them, though she was careful to show them to anyone. They were now more like an aura, hidden from sight and yet, right there, in plain viewing pleasure for whoever took the chance to look. "I am more of a fighter, I have to admit, a warrior of some sorts. Though it's been long that I have had to fight anything. It is safe to keep my ear close to the ground though and my eyes wide open. I don't want to be met with any sudden surprises. Though some surprises are more pleasant than others, I have to admit." Her smile was back as she said this.

Sienna wasn't sure if she had meant him to be humbled by her admittance to him of what she was, as she had thought of it as no less than fair. He had told her what he was and it was only fair, only right that she answered him with the same honesty. He deserved as such and it felt good, freeing to talk about it as freely as she was now. Her talking about the goodness she senses in him was something she was glad about that he accepted it, as she had met men and women that refused to do so. There were many men and women that no matter how often you told them that they had a light inside of them, still refused to believe. Seth however, seemed to believe wholeheartedly that what she had said was the truth. Though there was also something else behind his eyes, between the gaze of a well-traveled man. She knew that those eyes must have seen things, but so had she. Sometimes, after all the things she had seen herself, she wondered if she would still be welcome in heaven or not. She was pulled from her thoughts and musings when it registered in her mind what he had said. "Luckily there have been none that I know of. I do believe that I would know about something as big and disastruous as that." She answered him. She then thought about it, letting her eyes wander the tavern and grabbing a mug of water, before minlessly pouring him a jug. "There have been supposed sightings of dragons taking over nearby villages up north. They are no more than rumors, so be careful when you decide to follow them."

Her eyes rested back on his face as she listened to what he said about his father. She wasn't sure if she needed this explanation as it didn't give her much extra as to her wish of helping him. In a way though, she was pleased that he seemed to trust her enough to tell her this. So, she listened. She didn't say how sorry she was for what happened to his father, because he knew people rarely wanted to hear that and more often than not only said thank you out of politeness. She didn't bother with such easy misgivings. In her mind, she only cared about helping him in whatever form she could. If she could help him by sending him to his next destination, then she would. With the silent hope in the back of her mind that she would see him again, hear from him again. "I'm afraid I'm not of much help." She said, as she handed him the jug of water. It had been a while since she last heard of any problems that were caused by dragons. It were hunters that in her opinion often caused more harm. That and the many evil doers that thought the world was theirs to claim and everyone else should kneel down to it. She refused to be one of those people. She refused to be belittled by darkness. She smiled back at him when he looked up at her and looked back at him calmly. "There's no need to apologize, I know what it feels like to seek justice for those who have been wronged. Especially if those people cannot bring those that hurt them to justice themselves."

[Draven]

The vampire known as Draven fought his way through the storm. His black shirt was soaked as the rain pounded his face. But he had to keep going. He had made a deal with Corvin and even if he did not want to hold up his end of the deal he had no choice. The binding spell would make sure if that. With Adele's blood pumping through his veins, she gave him strength.

Draven opened the door to the Tavern to find eyes upon him. The locals knew a vampire when they seen one. Even with out his fangs out, his pale skin was a dead giveaway. Most people here worked in the hot sun all day and dark skin was the norm. He did not say a word as he scanned the place for the man he was said to meet. Someone called Seth.

Walking toward the bar a women grabbed her child and ran towards the back of the pub. It hurt him that she would think he would take her child, but he kept going. "Whiskey," he said to the bar tender. "Am looking for a man named Seth, have you seen him? I was told he would be here."

The fear behind the bartender's eyes told the whole story as Draven saw him reach for a wooden cross with a sharp end. "Hey, I mean no harm. I come to deliver a message that is all."

"My mother was killed by a vampire." The man behind the bar said.

"Sorry for your loss, but am not a normal vampire." He said as he backed away slowly. All eyes in the place where upon him. The bartender was heading towards him, stake in hand. "Corvin, this better be worth it." He said. he knew somehow the demon saw what was going on.

Just as he reached the door, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Looking down he saw the stake sticking out of his shoulder. Luckily it just missed his heart. He should have killed the guy right there. He would of had to do it in front of women and children.

"You missed," Draven said as his eyes flashed red. He hit him in the head knocking him out. He would wake up with a head ache but at least he would wake up.

Draven ran back out the door and to the closest shelter he could, the back of the pub where the barrels of ale where kept. He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground. He had to pull out the stake for the healing to start. He was just about to try when he heard two people walk toward him.

[Seth]

It was relieving to find someone else in this city that was also not human. Granted, Seth was half human, the majority of the people in Mythregal were not as accepting of people with a supernatural nature. It must have been both easy and difficult to keep what she was hidden from the masses here. Easy in which she probably had power to ensure she was never in danger amongst the humans here, but also hard to keep what she was a secret. Wherever Seth traveled, he had to keep a low profile on who he was, just in case there was ever an event, such as angry villagers. It was unlikely that they could harm him, as battle axes were known to shatter against Seth’s skin. However, weapons could also be enchanted to pierce him and kill, and Seth was not willing to test if someone did not secretly have an enchanted weapon.


He was not upset that she did not know, nor was he disappointed. It only further told him more of what he needed to know. It was an oddity that a human village was wiped out by dragons, and not a whisper of it here in Mythregal. Sienna had not been the first that he inquired about the village in question. The few people that did know said that the fires that destroyed the houses left destruction and ruin, but what made Seth confused was what they said about the bodies. When dragons set a human ablaze, it is akin to being put through a powerful crematorium. There was usually nothing left except perhaps ash. The fact that there were partially burned human bodies confused Seth, let alone bodies that were partially burned. Unless magic was involved, it was nigh impossible to dodge a direct hit from dragon’s fire. Third degree burns on specific locations would have never happened with Dragons. Most importantly was dragons did not incinerate their opponents unless their opponent was about to die, or defenseless. To use their fire on anyone out of malice was considered among the most shameful acts to a dragon’s honor.

“There were two victims in this case: the humans that fell victim to this massacre and the dragons that have been wrongfully blamed for this,” Seth began, “I intend to discover the culprit and bring them to justice.” Before Seth could say anymore, the door opened again and in came another stranger. A pale stranger. Seth was no stranger to vampires. There had been plenty of them on his journeys that were either brought to justice by him, or had fought alongside him. But to see a vampire so brazenly walk among humans, being someone that’s so noticeable. He was either very brave, or very foolish. Seth would soon find out when he overheard his name being said by the vampire, to the bartender. He didn’t hear more, because Seth had already looked at Sienna and motioned with his eyes to move towards the vampire with him.

Before Seth could even mention his name, he watched as the next few seconds unfolded around him as the bartender struck the vampire with a stake, missing his heart and suddenly hitting the floor from the vampire’s strike. Seth was impressed with the vampire’s control, as many would have tried to drain the bartender. Seth knelt beside the bartender to inspect his injury. He would live, and that was all that mattered to Seth. He could have cast a draconic spell to heal the bartender quicker, but that would have raised suspicion and next it would have been Seth trying to keep the peace.

“I have to go and find that vampire,” Seth said to Sienna softly, looking into her eyes, hoping she would accompany him, “he knew my name, and knew that I was here. I have to find out what he knows.” Seth placed his hood over his head again and opened the door, looking at the footprints in the mud and following the freshest ones to the back. It was clever, and a smart tactic. Seth opened the door to the back door and closed it. As he walked, he looked for the vampire before finding him in the far back, pulling out the stake in his shoulder. Seth knelt down and looked at the vampire’s wound. It would heal quickly, which saved Seth from having to cauterize the wound.

“Who are you?” Seth asked, his right hand casually at his side, but ready to grab his spear and strike before the vampire could if he proved dangerous, “And why are you looking for me?”

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Sienna wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to hear exactly, not was she sure if what he wanted to hear, was something specific. She felt bad though that she couldn't give him anything specific that he seemed so eager for. She listened to what he said to her and nodded. She understood what he felt, as she too knew all too well what itr was like to be wrongfully blamed for something you didn't do. "Justice, such an underestimated thing." She mused. She smiled as she looked at him and thought of the ways someone could find justice and the ways someone could still feel guilt in the end. It seemed at the time that justice could solve everything, but it hardly ever did. Getting justice was more often than not about revenge more than it was about really getting the justice they seemingly craved.

She looked up when there was a commotion in the bar and her eyes fell on a man at the bar, people were afraid of, recognizing him as a vampire immediately. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to feel, but did feel the obvious shiver running down her spine. Vampires either had a really good reputation or a really bad one, depending on who you asked. And it seemed like this one vampire had a bad reputation. She saw the bartender with the stake in his hand and her eyes went to Seth briefly, unsure of what she should do at this very moment. When she saw what was unfolding, her heart started beating faster and she swallowed. She watched as he left, before her eyes fell on Seth again. She nodded when Seth motioned with his eyes to move towards the vampire, knowing that while with him, as much of a fighter as she may be, she was safe. It was a feeling that she had, that she hadn't gotten in a long time if ever and she trusted him. She didn't know why, all she knew was that she did.

She watched as Seth inspected the injury of the man and felt a wave of relief wash over her when he seemed to be alright. He was an alright man, with good standards and as much as he was driven by revenge himself, he didn't deserve to die. She knelt down quickly and healed whatever injury the man may have, before getting up as if nothing more than her checking on the man had transpired a moment before. She nodded again when Seth said to her softly that he had to find this vampire, agreeing to this immediately. "Hey, I understand, I'm coming with you." She said softly. She did indeed follow him, as he looked at the footprints after he placed the hood over his head and had opened the door. She was careful, while following him, keeping her eyes and ears open. She didn't say much when Seth found the vampire on the ground and looked at his wound and looked around, before looking down at both of them. It was a simple question and she was hoping that the vampire was smart enough to know that he could better answer them both... Or at the very least, answer Seth.

[Draven]

The vampire closed his eyes and embraced the pain of the already healing wound for a moment. When he opened them he was looking into a man's eyes. A women was a few feet behind him. He wished he did not have to do this now.
"I was sent, by a friend. Interested parties wish to show you where to find what you are looking for. I will show you to a village." Draven could feel the spell Crovin put on him heat his hand as he said the words then die down. He hoped this would not take long. He had others to worry about, The ghost within loved Merry and now it seems the vampire has feeling for Adele. She risked herself for him to heal. Now look where he was, his luck kept getting worse.

"I can not say any more then that. And like me am sure you wish this to be swift." He stood. "I will not hurt you so you can drop your guard. But I do not think the weather will help us tonight. We can start in the morning unless you wish to start now?"

His looked at the women just as the wind blew open the door, caring her scent to Draven. It was like anything he had ever smelled. And he knew every creature, or at lest he thought. "What are you," He asked the women in confusion.

[Seth]

Seth did not know what to make of the vampire before him. He never met the vampire before, nor ever noticed him trying to track him. Yet, ever since Seth left the sanctuary of the dragons, he had always felt as if there were eyes upon him. Yet, he never noticed anything to give him good reason to believe he was being followed either. Seth helped Draven up, he had to be incredibly gentle to ensure that he did not break Draven’s arm.

Being half dragon granted Seth their mighty strength, equalled only to the massive true forms of dragon kind. A simple twitch, and he could crush every bone in Draven’s arm like a handful of powder. He was also not worried about the vampire feeding on him either. Seth’s skin was very durable, and despite vampire fangs being much stronger than human teeth, as best, he would only barely pierce a layer of flesh. Once the vampire was on his feet, Seth stepped back to examine the vampire as he explained why he was looking for Seth.

Finally, Seth’s suspicions were revealed to be true. The vampire’s words told him that there was in fact someone watching him, but who? Looking back at the vampire, Seth realized that he still had not received the vampire’s name. “To what do I call my messenger and temporary guide?” Seth asked, “You already know my name, awfully rude to not tell us your own.”

There seemed to be something visibly wrong with the vampire, but Seth did not know what. Although, he didn’t mention it, Seth quietly took notice of it, but gave not a hint that he knew anything was different. Instead, Seth looked out the door, and although darkness blanketed the land, the city was riddled in raindrops that fell like angry arrows from the dark heavens. He still did not know if this vampire really even knew the location of the village. For all he knew, this could be a trap. Seth would not know unless he went with him. Stepping forward, Seth held out his roughly calloused hand to shake the vampire’s.

“Keep your hood up,” Seth said to the vampire, “I will not have my guide attacked again, unless far away from the eyes of the city’s law.”

Looking back to Sienna, he walked to her, and looked down at her calming face. “I’m going to go with him tomorrow night,” he said to her, “it would be an honor if you would wish to come with me, although, I know I am but a stranger too. You only just met me, but given you said that you were a warrior, if you would like to accompany me, I would appreciate the extra hand.”

As the vampire asked what she was, Seth had to fight back his better instincts to tell the vampire that she was none of his concern. Yet, the vampire did ask a simple question, and he did give information necessary for Seth to push forward on his mission. He looked back to Sienna to let her give answer.

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Sienna watched as the vampire closed his eyes, keeping a close eye on him, careful about his next possible actions. She kept her distance, though she also knew better than to let her defenses slip. She listened to his words, letting them register in her mind, as she looked at him wordlessly. It wasn't up to her to interfere in any of this that happened here tonight. It wasn't her place. She was merely here for the support and the backup if need be. She had met her fair share of vampires in the past and none of them had fully good intentions, she doubted this one did. She watched as Seth helped the vampire up, forcing her breathing to stay calm.

"How can you expect us to drop our guard so easily? Who do you think you are?" Her voice was soft, but there was an underlying threat in it that she couldn't avoid. She had to agree about the weather, as it didn't seem to be on their side tonight, not that it mattered much to her. She smiled when she heard Seth ask the vampire what his name was and looked at Seth, amused that he was so resilient and impressed too. She watched as Seth walked closer to shake the vampire's hand and listened to what he said. She liked how he spoke of the law, but disliked it at the same time, she felt torn between what was right and what was good.

She looked up at Seth when he walked over to her and listened to what he said. She nodded when he told her he was going to go with him tomorrow night. When he continued that it would be an honor if she went with him, she smiled. "I am coming with you, I have already decided that when we met this vampire here." She said softly, as her eyes briefly went to Draven and then back to him. When the vampire asked her what she was, she looked at him, then at Seth briefly. "I am not sure if that is any of your concern as of now." She eventually decided, not sure if this was the right answer to give or not.

[Draven]

"Name's Draven." He said as he pulled the steak out of his shoulder screaming in pain. "It should be healed by morning." He took Seth's offer to help him up, grabbing his hand. Once on his feet he listened to the women who asked why they should trust him. It was a fair statement, After all his kind were monsters. But that was not Draven nor the ghost within. Chris was having an impact on Draven's thinking. To kill was to lose yourself to darkness. He could not let that happen not after someone had shown him the light in kindness, Adele.

"Am not your normal vampire. I feed mostly on animal blood. " He wondered if Corvin would disprove of her going. He honestly did not care. He could burn a slow death and Draven would not bat an eye.

Draven pulled his hood over his head and took Seth's advice. But held his hands up at the women. "Fine, can I at least get your name?"


"Nice to meet you," He said with a smile.