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Strength. She wanted to laugh at the stubborness, but she kept it in check. Even managed to keep the grin off of her face at his words as she took another step toward him. "I'm a hunter, same as you. Tell me, do you rely on your strength? Or do you trust in your speed? Your abilities and your sense of what is around you?" One more step forward, despite the weary path she was on. Oh well, the road to Hell was paved with good intensions. "You decline yet we both know that you need it. I'll heal in my own time, but the blood will still move along my neck like a tear. And waiting until then won't take away the hunger in your features."

There was a smart comment itching to leave her lips, but like each step she took, she had a feeling it was dangerous to do so. "You claim that I won't remember you anyway. I see no harm in trying." Now for the idiocy to kick in she thought as she took one more step forward. This time her hand found his shoulder, bracing herself. She didn't know how he would react, though it was clear he was fighting. "Being born of a race that isn't human doesn't make you damned. Sometimes it makes you better. I was human before this life, do you think I would have been safer? Greater and purer in the eyes of God if I had remained so?"

She didn't dare fight against the hold of his arm above her hips, didn't move as the smell of simmering flesh tickled her nose. When he spoke against her ear she bit her lip in response. Tempting purposely? Not really. Pressing on like that of a pain in the a**? Possibly. Trying to make him stronger? Most likely. "You say it can damn us, I see no fallen soldiers, no patrons of Hell here." He hurt himself with his holy artifacts, wore them like armor. His nature did not make him evil, only the cruelty of actions could. "My name is Kiya."

"I'm not afraid though I know I should be." It was true. Kiya, having had to hide herself all these years she had been a Dire, had never really developed a fear of the other species. A healthy respect yes, one healthy enough to leave them alone. But even in a hunt she went out prepared to possibly be on the losing end of the battle. Death wasn't something to be scared of, it reunited the lost. She just always fought to stay alive. She would see them all again someday, it just wouldn't be that day. The beads and the crucifix were warm in her pocket from being in his hand, and she met his gaze now. "There's controling your nature and there's fighting it. Control is knowing when to stop. Fighting is not doing it at all. So tell me again which you rely on, and which you practice."

So he had given in now. The glint in his eyes sent a small chill through her, almost pleasant as she nodded to him. But before her eyes closed she slid her hand to his shoulder, her fingers cradling the back of his neck. Now her eyes were closing slowly, seeing nothing but shadows as she stepped even closer despite his grip. Hearing his heartbeat as well as her own, the softness of his lips and the tickling sensation of his breath against her skin. The whisper of her voice one final time before he had free reign over her vein. "I'm not afraid. And you won't hurt me." She could tell. He cared so much about innocence, that would stop him from losing control. That was how he was still here, not because he was a hunter. Because that was what he relied on.

((o.o Didn't see that one coming))

His tongue over her skin made her hand tighten, but when he disappeared she stood in shock. He left without feeding from her. She was sure he had given up. And he had left her his crucifix. Still stunned she pulled it out of her pocket, studying it once more in amazement before sliding it over her head, around her neck. The cross itself was heavy against her stomach, but now was not the time to pay that much attention to it. He had left his cloak. And now she had an idea. A very stupid idea, but an idea. Pulling it on she pulled the hood up as well, leaving the house swiftly and quietly.

Kneeling down on one knee Riley bowed her head, the portal ripping open in the stone doorway before her. it had taken days to collect each element for this summoning, a still born's eye had been the most difficult.. but then again, Riley was ruthless in her loyalty. pulling the book she had taken from Dr. Warwick out of her pocket, she offered it towards the desolate landscape through the portal. " My Lady.. the notes you asked for."

A hand, pale and slender, accepted the book.. Nature standing on the other side of the portal with a serene expression. " My dear child, you serve me well.. Go now, and collect the next bit of data." reaching out she placed a crystaline vial in Riley's hand, the liquid inside changeing colors beautifully. " you know how to use this, treat it with care." the portal wavered, closed.

Riley stood, studying the vial in her hand before curling her fist around it and looking towards the city. " It shall be done."

Out of the hole before him, from the ground morphed a skeleton. Once the bones had fully risen out of the ground, in a standing position above him, muscle and flesh followed. The pale face of a girl with black eyes and long black hair that feel to the ground took shape, and in her right hand she held a silver blade identical to the sword that had just torn through his skin. "I am quite impressed, with all of those lycans you've just killed..." She bowed over enough to brush the back of her hand, soft and colder than ice, slowly against his face. "You worry you'll go to hell without a name? That would be a pity." She smiled. "That's not your only option, for I'll gladly make an exception on claiming you in death... if by allowing me to slay you with this sword, that I may claim you in life. For I already own your soul, but you shall keep your livelihood, I will bless you with my powers... and I shall give you your name."