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A sad smile played on her lips as she looked down to hide her expressions, this woman was rather keen, but no harm in making friendly. Thoughts came to Sabina of this woman never being cold and smelling as she did. Regaining her composure, she looked back to the woman and thought of how they still hadn't exchanged names. "Excuse my mannors, I don't know where my mind is at," she said with a short laugh. "My name is Sabina, what is your's, miss?"

Looking over the woman with the average eyes up and down the body. This woman was packing, but she didn't mind, she seemed nice enough and if things got out of had, she could always run. Running sounded like a good idea if the situation got bad. But her smell, what was it, it was so familiar but she just couldn't put her finger on it. It stood on the tip of her tongue, but it just wouldn't come out. What is she?

Wonder struck her as she heard the woman's name and saw the scar that graced her face. "How exotic..." Sabina's voice trailed off as she looked with wonder upon the woman. The scar was large and rather bold, yes, but it was also something you didn't see the everyday person carry. "Zzeill is far too hard for me," said Sabina, not being a smartass, just pointing out the truth as she flipped her long blonde hair, "Z is still a rather nice name." It felt like Sabina had the largest brain fart in her mind. This isn't hard, she's a lycanthrope, but what kind!?

Sabina's heart beat ever faster as she put such things to her. "If I said no, could I still wear your coat?" Her voice was small and high like that of a small bird. She was surely the average lycan, this could either be good in the long run or turn awefully wrong in just a matter of moments. She's a great actor, truly, but it also has to do with some real fear.

Ruby eyes staring into the shadow of where her blue ones would be. The nerves in her were getting to the point of where she went from a simple tremble to a solid vibration. The voice she had just spoken in reflected her personal image at the moment. A wolf targeting a small bird and asking it if it had feathers.

Her lips curved into a smile, well she hadnt said she was a hunter.
"For a little while..."
She said, not adding that she would taken it back after she killed Sabina, but the silver scent was kepping her from doing so. She didnt think she would frighten the gril as much as she did... 'not much of a hunter is she?' was the thought she came too. Retracting her arm she stood a little ways from the woman. It had stopped rainning, but she was still wet as ever, which again she didnt mind, she had a dryer at home. Getting a strong wave of energy coming from a bridge she suddenly looked around, like a wolf who caught a new scent. It was powerful, enough to grab her attention at least, as for the hunter at her side, she wouldnt know. Giving a look back at Sabina she thought.
"Ein..."
Was all she said before running off again, heading toward the energy she had felt and the now strenghting scent of Ein. Sure she had left her jacket with the girl, but she could alway track her down and get it back, or buy a new one. Finding the bridge she looked around, only thinking to look under it after looking everywhere else. Seeing Ein under the bridge clutching his head she hurried over, sitting next to him and wrapping her arms around him in a comforting manner. With one hand she gently petted his head, holding close to him as she did so. She didnt know if he could see her smiling, but tried not to hide it either.
"I am so glad I found you!"
Was all she said to him after a moments pause.

The vampire snarled above her as he began to spittle on her. Returning the favor, she spit back at him and he stayed above Sabina. The next words that came from him were harsh but audible, sadly. "Almost as beautiful as your mother, Sabina."

Rarely did she ever truly get upset or angered and now was one of those times, too bad it was a two for one offer. "Get off of me!" she screamed, not as loud as she could, but it was loud enough. Vampires are such strange creatures, the invicibility that they have felt for so long has only now begun to end with the advancement of technology. The on above her will soon see the light of day, but it won't be by any sun.

Keeping the barrel of the gun to him, she moved it from his chest to where it would really hurt his pride. The Browning inched its way to the edge of his pants and found just enough space to squeeze in. The vampire froze above her with the thought of loosing a piece of himself. "Please, for the last time, get the hell off of me!" she yelled. Her voice was far too fragile to sound powerful when yelling, but a gun doesn't hurt the combo. He stood above her and looked down at her with an arogant face.

Skooting back some, she stood and continued to point the gun at him. "You should learn to listen in the after life, I hear Lucifur doesn't like to play games." His eyes opened wide as she cocked back the gun and loaded one into the chamber. She said a prayer as her finger squeezed the trigger. One, two, three, four round were put into his chest. The vampire began to burn from the inside out like a fired implosion as he began to turn to ash. Lowering the gun, she replaced the hot firearm back to its home and looked down at the ashes.

Zzeill stopped her caressing of his head and hair, content to holding him for a while. Though perhaps his embrace was a bit tighter than most could bear, she was alright with it, a bit uncomfortable, but otherwise okay. She was used to a lot worse than that, so found it rather comforting. Retunring his kiss she ened up moving closer to him, sitting right next to him in an odd attempt to be closer. Maybe it was for warmth too, she didnt even know. Resting her head on his shoulder she looked out over the park at she could see. The small creek and the trees beyond that were soothing, but only while he was around, otherwise it was just that, trees and water.
"I have missed you as well, my love."
She responded. She only ever said she loved one thing before that day a few months ago, and that was her music. Now she had Ein and that was all she needed. Breathing a sigh she kept a good hold of Ein, as if he would disapper from her again for a untolerable length of time.