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The news flash had only just finished when the corner was filled by a mass of darkness yet again. Xetrina stepped out of the darkness, drying blood near her lips, which she hadn't noticed yet. "That should last me for some time..." She said as she went back to helping with the mess.

Xetrina froze, and her eyes widened. "I..." She didn't want to lie, but she might have no choice. She straightened, dropping what was still in her hand in the bag. "I guess I might as well confess..."

Xetrina looked the woman in the eyes before she spoke. "So you don't care that I'm a vampire?"

Xetrina smiled, and nodded. "Just stay away when I say to stay away, and never attack me, and my fangs won't touch you." She had to laugh at the question though. "I attack monsters, peaceful creatures that are near death, people that hunt peaceful creatures for sport, and anything that attacks me."

Xetrina's smile faded. "I don't know how old I am. I lost count somewhere around 200. But thank you for the complement. As for a place to stay, I normally stay in the darkness plane, where there is no light." Xetrina paused, and the mass of darkness rose in the corner again. "It's nice to meet you, too. Though I must go now." She turned, and started to walk towards the mass of darkness. She stopped just before it and looked at Rinoa over her shoulder. "By the way, avoid cutting yourself near me. Flowing blood tends to draw my attention." When she finished her bit of a warning, she stepped into the darkness, and it, and her vanished.

Meanwhile, within the smouldering ruins of the Honeybee Inn, a large, black crystal stood in the center of the entry chamber, a raging blaze burning within. However, now that all impurities had been scorched from existance, Korangar began to reform his body, as evidenced by the blaze beginning to fade. A few moments into the recreation, the crystal cracked before shattering into a fine dust, releasing the last bit of inferno to consume the remains of the building. As this gave the light from the sun access into the building, the mist of black powder dissolved into nothing, revealing Korangar standing in the center of the building's charred foundation. Eyes closed and head hanging, he stood at his typical ten foot height, dressed completely in battle attire. His gleaming armor glittered in the sunlight, dulled only by the locations of sword hilts that all but covered the surface of his outer shell of protection. A black, jagged formation, almost made of the same material as the crystal, spread from his back, below which the air rippled as something far more massive passed through, only vaguely hinting at the span of his wings. Keeping his transparent wings spread for only a moment, he folded them securely against his back, breathing in the smoke that rose from the last burning pieces of the inn. Shaking his head, he allowed the ash to scatter from his hair, allowing his silver bangs to glitter even more brightly in the sunlight. While it may be considered odd for a being of his nature to reflect light, one would also have to remember that what light is reflected is not absorbed, which would in turn imply that what lay beneath the impenetrable surface was far more intense a darkness than the mind could adequately imagine.