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The girl sat somberly amongst the human companions. She had come to this group with only one task at hand. To collect these poor unfortunate souls to the underworld. She knew how they were to die, and the hour was nigh.

Her disguise was a simple one of girl about 16 years of age, with a small angelic porcelain face. Around her head she wore a simple scarf of black and her garb was simple and somewhat torn. She was made to seem like one of the escapee's that she was surrounded by. She talked with them in the heart of the night, keeping the mood light and airy.

Many had already fallen asleep when she sensed a presence in a near-by tree. She was curious if this being was the cause for these poor souls deaths. In the next few minutes many more of the group decided to sleep and they laid peacefully on the ground as the shadows of embers danced across their soot covered alabaster skin. Poor creatures, these mortals.

The presence she felt in the tree drew her curiosity. Whatever it was, it was not human. She turned to one of the guards who was keeping watch to tell him that she needed to venture out into the forest alone to relive herself. He urged her to take a partner into the darkness but she denied every attempt. Giving up too easily, him being quite young, she stood and retreated into the shadows of the night, hoping that whoever was watching in the trees would follow. She would warn the being of this groups ill fate and hope it take leave upon hearing such news.

Slowly she made her way, keeping her senses about her for any movement.

When the her arm was grabbed she flashed around, ripping her arm from the woman's grasp. She angled her head up to stare into the eyes of the curious being who had been stalking her for the last 30 minutes or so. In that instance of contact all her pre-disposed facade of being human dropped. If she had been human the normal reaction would have been to scream in terror or be shaking with fear, being all alone. But she was far from human.

"You fancy correct, though I do not believe that you and I have the same concept of why I am staying with that particular group." Her voice was a chime like child's voice, her breath softly drifting in the frigid night air. Her eyes were deep and contemplative. Not the eyes of a child.

"As for my true name, you shall not know me, but know this. The fate of that group is a tragic one, and I urge you to take to heart that their lives end this night. Fate has called them to stand and be judged." She paused, letting the information sink in, even into her own mind.

"Do I come to understand that you think my words are falsehoods? I wish this fact was untrue," She said, averting her eyes. A tear would have fallen from her delicate eye if she had any," but I am just a deliverer and have no part in the decision of who lives and who dies."

Her voice took on a saddened tone. "All that I have said is true. You would do well not to interfere." Even as the words left her mouth she new the warning was empty for the woman. Nothing but revealing her true self would probably make her understand the gravity of the situation, but that was the one act that she could not produce without consequence.

The girl stood her ground, a vast three heads shorter than the woman in front of her, only two feet away from one another. The cold unfeeling wind traveling through the trees. The grains of sand running out for the many that slept silently in the clearing close by.

The girl stood silently as the face hovered so close, aged breath trickling down the throat of this mimicked body. Her hair drifting slightly in the breeze. Then in the briefest of moments she was gone, having taken flight into the trees.

A shocked expression crossed the girls features as the woman's true plan arose to the surface. She didn't really want her. She was after the bulk. She had to stop her. Then again, what if she was the reason for her being here? It couldn't be. They weren't supposed to die from the bite of a vampire. That's not what her vision held. She had to do something drastic to reacquire the creatures attention. Quickly she spun around in a circle, the toe of her shoe angled into the snow to etch a two inch line, and with a small chant under her breath she dissipated.

About five meters before reaching the clearing where the innocence slumbered something began manifesting directly in the path which the Vampire was taking. Black and dark Grey plumes of smoke twisted from the blackened core. The tendrils curled around menacingly, taking form of a heavy hooded cloak, which hid a figure that was unrecognizable.

"Halt," she called out to the speeding creature which was racing towards this exact spot. The voice of the being was rich and alarmingly beautiful, but worst of all calm. Everything was shrouded in blackness, but the form of the cloak could be seen through the tendrils of smoke.

From the cloak reached out a pale feminine hand with claws as ebony as the cloak she dawned. Her hand was held outstretched, palm facing the woman. Upon her palm was a blood black scar in the shape of a waning crescent moon. It almost engulfed the whole meat of her palm. It swirled evilly as if blood flowed over the pattern, yet it did not drip from the mark.

"Do not take one step further. These people will not die by your hand. That is not ordained. Leave here now, and I shall spare your immortality, Nosferatu Demetri." The hand slowly turned into a fist, still facing down. "But if you should defy me and my right, then your fate will be held in my hands this darkened eve." She would be prepared for either decision. Lucifer would tear her a new one when she returns home for sure for revealing herself so hastily...

"Fool," Was the last word she uttered before letting her palm reopen revealing the marking once again. "If this does not give way to my personage then you have no right to be an immortal." She let her palm face towards the night sky and in it began to manifest a short black staff. The staff radiated an ice cold aura so frigid that it was burning hot. It rested lightly in her hand until she took full grasp, letting her hand clench it with unimaginable strength. The staff began to glow bright red and black blood that looked like tar began to drip from her grip to stain the icy snow below.

The staff elongated once the connection was made and soon grew to about 6-7 feet long. She twisted it deftly in the air and with a resounding crash slammed it against the ground, scattering the snow from it's resting place.

The exact instant it collided with the ground the sound of metal against metal rang throughout this clearing. Almost as if spring loaded, a deadly looking blade now stood off from the staff, menacingly glinting in the dim light that was cast from the stars above.

This whole sequence occurred in half a second, and she was quite prepared when the approaching foot came very close to her mid section. With great speed she tilted her scythe's end up, with both hands now on the hilt, in time to catch the back of the heel that was on a collision course with her waist. Lifting it high in the air she forced the girl into a backwards flip. Once recovered from the defending move, she swung the blade deftly at the attacking offender, the wind whistling as the blade cut through the air.

Ignorant childish creature' She thought as she brought her staff to a stand still at her side, the vampire now hiding somewhere deep in this forest. 'Well, since she still doesn't know who I am, I guess it's safe to assume that The Dark One won't have a tizzy fit over me revealing myself.' She set off slowly into the shadows, trailing away from the clearing which held the escapees. Time was even closer now to their lives coming to an end.

It was very silly to hide from a creature that could sense the living and the dead, but she continued forward following her trail. Her cloak billowed softly with the same smoke from earlier near the base and the hellish fabric did well in hiding everything but her hand that continued to hold her beloved scythe. She began to think about the woman's nature and how fickle her decision making was.

She slowed to a stop, picking up on the creatures dead aura.

"You can come out now. I have a different game we can play." That was sure to grab the attention of the frustrating female. Grim Reapers hardly ever played the games of death. But in this case, the proposal of such a rare event would postpone any actions long enough for her task to be completed. 'I'm sure his Evilness wouldn't mind a new recruit.' she thought to herself planning out the game.