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Kaori pushed herself up, sitting on the edge of the couch. "Abel! Please.... calm down..." her eyes were wide right now, not having seen this side of him yet. He had not seemed like this when he was facing Kolette, that had seemed more like a burning ember, but this.... The young witch reached out a shaking hand, then curled it into a fist and drew it back when she realized she did no know who to reach out to first. The young woman knew that Aida had probably not been able to help herself, being so weak the girl knew that she needed blood. But she also knew that it was an intrusion, and that Abel, who held himself so distant from others, would probably take it worse than she may have. Though that she did no know for certain.

Placing her hand in her lap, she lowered her head slightly. "Please... calm down...." Looking over at the vampire, she smiled weakly. "You said your name was Aida? I am sorry, I have not looked after your needs. You must be hungry, staying outside for so long...." Kaori bit her lip and glanced down again, not sure how to say what she was thinking. "Do you still need to feed, Aida?"

Abel stood, trying to compose himself a moment before glancing back up at Kaori. He saw the shock of not seeing his short temper, and instantly felt bad, he dropped his gaze like a guilty puppy would after destroying something. He knelt back down, in quite a canine like manner, his black tipped anthro tail wrapping around his knees. He shifted his gaze back to Aida. "Who said anything about my being your dinner plate?" It came as another surprise how young she sounded, and that her troubled look soon disappeared. His face changed to one of slight amusement, well at least he knew now he tasted good.
"I think. . . thats alright. . ."

Abel resisted the urge to chuckle at the thought, yet couldn't help wondering if it was his demon blood or his shifer's blood that made him taste so good to her. "Maybe its a mix of both" Abel mumbled this under his breath, not really intentionally say it out loud. He tilted his head at her as she apologized if it tickled. His brows furrowed for a moment before going back to that amused look again. "Well, not quite, little one. . . but its alright" He sighed lightly as he took this moment to think over one last time what he was about to say, "Well. . .if you still need more, you can. . ."

Kolette nodded, smiling again, she understood completely how curious he was. But what she also understood was that everyone around them was also interested, wanting to spread the lastest that they had caught in their eavesdropping. "In due time, dearest Warren, in due time. We need to find some place where we can speak in private, first." Kolette addressed him so, only because he was one of her and her father's most trusted.

She believed Warren to be one of the most loyal, and dedicated to the religon. Kolette took a slightly longer step than his last, so she was slightly ahead of him. Making her next move a side step so they could go single file through the door, sparing embarassment of trying to squeeze through together, honestly, did he think she could risk the embarassment, infront of all these firm believers. They trusted her father, therefore trusting her and having confidence she would be able to them later on in her life.

As he exited the door, Kolette slowed, and sidestep so she was beside him again, barely noticing as he smiled to himself. Her expression turned momentarily to confusion, then to something of interest. Afterall, she didnt want to appear weak.

The street was bustling with a steady ebb and flow of pedestrians, some moving carts, others running, hell bent on obtaining their goals. The buildings that lined the street were of a mixed assortment and a tall three story inn shadowed the street. A shadow that a tall, thin man sat, eating a bowl of some food with a bent and cracked wooden spoon.
Darius shovled the food in, his worn boots resting on the table as he leaned back in his chair, his cuped hand holding the bowl to his lips. He chewed slowly, his one visible eye observing the passers by with a dark, critical glare. He longed to remove his bandage and instantly know who were the non humans and watch them burn to ash. But better to be a hidden enemy to these non humans than a blatant force. He hunted non humans because it was what he was raised to do. And he was in this town to do it now.
He finished the bowl and rose from his chair. He thanked his waiter, tossed him the coin he owed and stepped into the flow of the street. He placed his hat on his shaved head and stoked his stubbled chin. There was a church nearby and he was considering whether to enter or not. He was a stranger to this town, not sure how many of these town folk held tight to the religion or not, so best wai until he knew whether he would receive more help as a man of the church or as a wanderer. Darius again toyed with the covering of his blessed eye, but did not remove the bandage.
“The monsters live in the shadows.” Darius muttered to himself “To find them, we must live in the shadows to.” Darius placed a toothpick in his mouth with his skeletal hand and began moving down the dusty street, a billowing scarecrow in a sea of busy people.

Warren found it mildly amusing that Kolette found the need to move ahead of him in order to get out the door in single file. Did she really think she would have to do something like that just to keep the two from winding up in the "scandalous" position that would be trying to get through the door at the same time? However, Warren knew that there was no reason to dwell on it, especially when there were more important matters at hand.

Once they had exited the building, Warren looked around at the crowded streets. Whenever he looked over a scene such as this, he couldn't help but wonder if any of those that seemed to be going about their daily jobs were actually were-wolves, shape-shifters, or any other type of non-human that could survive the suns light. That was one reason he preferred to hunt vampires, once it was found out that they remain indoors during the day, it was easy enough to catch them unprepared.

After staring over the crowd for a bit, Warren looked to Kolette, "If you are looking for a place for us to talk without the presence of others, there’s an inn near the edge of town, several of the hunters regularly pay the innkeeper to tell the people that he consistently has absolutely no vacancies. Of course if you would prefer, Thalen's estate is surprisingly nearby, probably why we never expected him." Warren wasn't sure if it was the best choice to discuss religious matters in the previous home of a damned one, but that was for the heiress to decide.

Aida frowned. "It is a good name for sheephearding, but bad for survival." For a moment she appeared lost in thought as her mind replayed a dozen scenarios intended to stave off certain death.

"Ah," she said, not quite brightening, but her eyes assuming a hopeful, determined expression. "We shall make a doll of sackcloth and stuff him with wool. We shall name it Cain, and mark it and bind it and bury it in the yard where it cannot harm you."

Satisfied, she crossed her arms and leaned back. Vampires were not supposed to be awake during the day, and she was no exception. "But... let's do it tonight. Let's sleep, now." Aida shifted over to the fireplace, curled up, and was soon fast asleep.

One characteristic found in most of the high ranking hunters was their ability to tell if they were being lied to. They were usually able to judge a person by everything from their voice, to the way they held themselves.

Warren knew that many people were afraid of hunters due to some of their somewhat overzealous methods of locating the damned, and yet this "Traveler" still approached Warren and directed this question towards him when there were many others he could have asked. Looking Darius up and down, it wasn't long before Warren spotted his weapon. A rapier usually wasn't the choice weapon of a typical traveler, not only was it somewhat expensive, but it also required more skill to use than a dagger or short sword. Still, that wasn't enough to assume the man was a liar.

Staring directly into the man's eyes, Warren smiled and said, "What church is this you ask? This is the only church, God's church, the only truth in an ocean of falsities." The smile disappearing from his face he continued, "Each lesson learned and followed is another step on the road to salvation, and when mankind's time has come, the gates of heaven will open to allow those in who stood firm and allowed the churches lessons to be their guiding hand."

Warren knew that he was rambling, because he was doing it with a purpose. Without a seconds pause from his lecture, he continued with, "Now as for a place to stay, there's a wonderful inn on the edge of town, just tell them Warren sent you and you'll get a great price on a room." It was a simple trick, but he had seen it work many times on those who had not been completely honest with him.