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by this point in time the hunter might as well of screamed that he could not fight her, for resons that she would not find out. All she knew is that by this point in time, any other hunter she had met would have put a bullet in her head, or in his case an arrow in her gut. Fact was, she didnt care. She could taunt, anoy and cause as much trouble as she wanted without fear of him doing anything to her.

So to test this new bit of assumed info; she walked right up to the tip of the crossbow and looked him streight in the eye, hands on her hips.
"alright then... tell me why I havent seen a hunter for ages, I really do miss the scuffles."
She said in a mischivious manner, as if she had some trump card right up her sleeve.

Finn grinned, so what if he was able to deflect her question, she had a lot more then that.
"OH!... so your a loner?... someone who has to kill before they even are seen... thats some kinda cowardice."
She said as evily as the human speach allowed. Finn started to walk around the hunter, like someone in an intaragation room, the smug look never leaveing her face.

Finn was kind of ticked at this, she had seen hunters attack without reson but this was just crule. She blinked and frowned, maby looking a bit angryer then before.
"Oh, right! I forgot that you people just kill because we're diffrent! and what happens when we are gone?... who gose next because they are diffrent?"
She asked in an accuseing manner, as if he was some kind of crimanal that had just commited murder. In Finn's eyes... he was just that, a spinless murderer.

Stopping for a moment, Willow could have sworn she heard the sound of muscles movingm along with a strong heartbeat somewhere above her. She also caught the scent of a very familiar lycan nearby, Finn to be exact. She almost considered heading towards Finn, but changed her mind when the sounds of movement above grew fainter. Whatever had been following her had made the good decision of finding someone else to watch. Her right hand pressed harder against her side and she picked up her pace, now making an effort to keep her footsteps even. If another were to be watching her, it would appear that the wound wasn't as bad as it truly was.

Turning another corner, Willow looked up to see the street lamp above her was out, and decided that it would be a good place to rest. Leaning against the wall, she kept as silent and still as she could with her heavy breathing. Her left hand slipped inside her trench coat to finger the hilt of a hidden katana on her back.

Having dragged herself out of her dormant state, she walked slowly and calculatively through the darkness of the alleyways. Her cold blue eyes were settled on one thing, the young mortal boy directly ahead of her. The hunger was eating away at her, she could almost see the blood running through his veins. Dressed only in the leather trousers and black vest she was usually found with, she came to a halt as the mortal boy turned. He'd obviously got the wrong idea, as he was grinning rather seductively at her. But her icy gazy never left him.

"Meeeeooow. Didn't anyone ever tell you never to roam the streets alone at night?" He winked playfully. Rikku was unphased. She'd resolved what she was going to do already. Letting him approach, she remained still as the boy touched her, her arms eventually going round him and pulling him close. He obviously thought this was a game.

Dropping the pale corpse as she ran her tongue over her teeth and lips, she closed her eyes as the colour returned to her skin. "I'm back.." She mumbled, her French accent still as stong as ever.

Her eyes drifting upwards, she stared at the sky as her senses slowly returned to her. She'd been asleep for a long while, and she'd practically had to break out of her coffin. Heaving movement in the alley behind her, she turned swiftly, her movements as graceful as they'd ever been. Though she realised hse'd come out unarmed. Her eyes scanning the darkness, she was alert.

Closing her eyes as the wind messed her red hair, she sighed quietly. She was not at all up to a confrontation of anysort. tucking her hair behind her ears, she turned and began walking confidently out towards the street. The cold didn't bother her right now, but the mortals whom were out roaming did shift a glance her way since she was wearing very little compared.

Deciding it would be best to return to the hideout until she was sure she could handle herself again, she walked calmly in that direction. Her eyes darting around to make sure no one followed her. Disappearing into the night as she neared the building.