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Sergeant walked away, and threw her his keys. " I've got a fridge in the apartment. If you'd like you can eat."

((sorry gotta go))

Bye kiddo Bye kiddos mom. She yells in a smart a** tone.

What the hell just happened she wounders as she looks at the keys in her hands. What the hell is going on. Did he really trust her.

Amara walked up to the door of the tavern. She was very nervous about this meetin with her daughter, after all, she did have alot to explain to her. Amara was wearing her normal leather tunic and pants with her hair tied up tightly with a piece of black leather. She had her longbow and quiver latched to her back, her blet that had her 4 long silver daggers sheathed in it, she had 2 daggers latched to her thighs and 2 sheathed in the backs of her boots. Amara truely looked as though she was going into battle. She slowly walked into the tavern and looked around, noticing no one was there. A tear fell down her cheek. She understood why Alley hadn't come to meet her, but, it still upset her greatly. Amara walked in and crossed the room, taking a seat at the bar, wonderin if Alley would turn up soon.

*Alley walks in through the front door and finds Amara there, so walks up to her and hugs her tight. Resting her head on her shoulder. Seeing her mother had been crying.*
I got your letter*she said in a low voice, almost whispering*

*Alley looked over to Amara and arched and eyebrow*
You faked the accent?*then she got quiet but spoke again*
Yes mother?*she asked*

She placed one hand on Alleys shoulder as she released her from the hug.

"Firstly, everything i have told you about me is true. I lived in Boktor, i am a fighter, i trained Ali, my parents died when i was young, EVERYTHING is true. Secondly, this is my true accent, i used the old one to hide my identity from all around me. Thirdly, my true name is Amara, that is the name my mother chose for me, but... I also go by another name. My fighter name is..."

She then muttered a word in elvish and then continued.

"Which, in your language, would be The Devils Angel. I was given this name becuase before i had taken control of my hostile side i was a ruthless killing machine. I was greatly feared in another part of the world, and i was known to be the living Devil, the Angel of the Devil, who walked the earth to spread his bidding."

She let out a small sigh.

"Anyway, to the point. I grew able to control my hostile side, as you can tell. For fifteen years i have been controlling it, but... i have been hiding for all those years also. The reason being, before i had controll, i roamed one night in the streets ofa large city and i feasted a member of The Lyacinthe, but, not just any memeber, their leader. The Lyacinthe are trained vampire slayers and they have been hunting me for all this time."

The was a faint crack of a twig outside. Amara immediatly drew her daggers and looked towards where the sound had come from before she saw a fox run off into the distance. She sighed and sheathed her daggers again.

"They have found me Alley, they have tracked me and they have sent people to get me."

He pads into the bar in bare feet. Albeit his nails might be a bit longer for the average human, but he didn't seem to mind the floor beneath his feet, nor the temperature of the air. He runs his fingers through his unruly hair, trying to tame his thick mane of hair into some semblance of civility.

He licks the edges of his teeth, while scanning the room with his deep crimson eyes. He wasn't familiar with this territory, but that didn't dissuade him from coming her time and again.