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Sethe shook his head in grief. He turned to Hunter, and bowed his head to the aged bartender. turning to the door, he headed towards it. 'It's not what you think, Kerrigan...' he sighed. The hooded hunter punched his palm, and flinched sharply as he blasted his palm with electricity, to let some anger blow out. 'We had no choice...' The door to Hunter's opened, and Sethe walked out to the street. He stopped in the garage, and got into the Krii'Vette v2.

The black Corvette slid down the streets towards Hunters, gracing the night with techno at a just under ridiculous volume. The Krii'Vette, a black 2009 Corvette Stingray, slid into the garage quickly, and carefully sliced in between two cars, and parked. The driver's side door opened, and heavy steel reinforced boots fell from the car, as Sethe stood up, adjusting his hood and trench coat. He closed his door, and started for the garage entrance, stopped, and turned.

'You coming?' he asked towards the car. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes, and put one in his mouth. The cigarette lit itself as he put the pack away, not covering the cigarette with his hand this time. 'We've got a lot of things to get through, come on.' He was a bit impatient right now, still calming down about what he'd found upon his return to New York.

Sethe walked briskly across the street, looking both ways in the middle of the street. They reached Hunter's doors, and the guards let the two Hunters in. Sethe shook his head as they walked in. 'It's nothing that should stop me. I have an obligation to this group. I've been gone from New York too long to take a day off. I can't let things get in the way of what I have to do.

*You know, you really should listen to her, you stupid idiot.* Esou spoke in Sethe's mind. *Take a day, calm down, don't overload yourself.* The wolf was clearly wiser than Sethe.

*No.* Sethe replied, and left it at that, dragging on his cigarette. He turned to Alethea, letting the smoke drift out of his nostrils as he spoke. 'I'm perfectly fine. I can handle the problem that's hitting me right now, and I don't need anyone helping me. I've been hunting in Canada, away from my home, away from my group, leaving everything to Eden, who clearly doesn't have the strength to hold this s**t together,' his voice began to harden, and his eyes began to glow brighter, the glow more than peaking out from around his sunglasses, as he continued, 'there's nothing but a bunch of ungrateful rookies here now, who have no idea how to hunt, no idea what respect is, don't care about anybody in a position of authority, who think hunting is nothing more than a ******** game, my fiancee apparently hates my ******** guts, and even though I had no GODDAMN choice in the matter of going to Canada, she thinks it's all my goddamn fault, and won't even let me explain the situation to her!!!' His voice screamed louder, as if he didn't care who heard what he'd said.

He stopped talking, dragged the cigarette, and slowly slunk to the floor. His kneeling form hovered above the ground, and floated over to a wall, where Sethe sat against it, and just continued to smoke his cigarette. Anyone who'd approach him would feel the air around him much warmer than the rest of the room, and would see electricity arching across his body.

Sethe felt Eden's thoughts as she stormed off after he'd blown up. He stood sharply, the air around him ripe with energy. He ran to the door, a trail of electricity and heat following after him as he raced after Eden. 'Awww, ********!!!' he screamed. The doors opened, and he stopped at the threshold. He remembered why he was there, and turned to face Alethea.

'Dammit!' he sighed, 'Look, this is gonna have to wait. I gotta make things... ********!' he spat outside, flicked his cigarette, and shunted the energy off of himself, launching a small bolt of flame and electricity into Hunters, which fizzled as it flew halfway through the room.

'I'll be back...' Sethe turned to the streets, and rushed out, running into the streets.

[exit to City]

[[Exit to City]]

Following Raven into Hunters, the huntress paused momentarily to speak to one of the bouncers outside as her companion went on ahead. The time meant that it was going to be a quieter time in Haven - maybe that was what she needed. Breaking away from Queenie, she entered the bar to see Raven with a drink already waiting for her. Laughing as she came up next to him, watching as he raised his glass in a mock cheers, she plopped into a bar stool with a sigh.

"Now, you leave Hunter alone. Lord knows that man deals with enough of our bullshit, he deserves to drink himself into a stupor once in a while. Anyways, If I didn't know better, I would think you were trying to reverse the other night, so I'd wake up in your bed," she said with a laugh, reaching into her back pocket and pulling out her keys to show him with a playful wink. Replacing them in her pocket, the huntress took a sip of the drink offered, feeling the familiar burn of the liquid as it went down. Still being a little buzzed from before, the renewed alcohol in her system made her grin, the headache that was starting to push it's way into her mind beginning to subside.

"Sorry about the diner, by the way. I can't believe I missed that fight. Sounded like a good one," she said with a grin, downing the rest of the drink as a hiss escaped through her fangs as the liquid burned it's way down.

Giving him a wink at his comment, hearing his recount of the fight with the vampire, and what he looked like. From what she heard Raven say, he had to be incredibly strong - certainly not a vampire she had the pleasure of meeting yet. That could mean one of two things - either he was new to the city, or he came when she was gone, and was just starting to get active. Either way, it sounded like they might have a problem on their hands, but at least Marcus was able to get a hit in on him. She never doubted his abilities, but she was concerned about all the hunters and what they could run into. Despite all the press, it almost seemed like the immortals were getting stronger, more dangerous. However, she broke into another fanged grin as he asked why fought with swords anymore, giving a small shrug.

"They can come in handy. I don't normally carry them into battle, but last time I fought the elders at the docks one of them broke my ankle with a katana. Whether it's a primary weapon or not, it helps to know how to use them." Giving him a pat on the shoulder for the loss of his vest, she had no doubts he would be able to find a replacement around Haven. It seemed they had everything a hunter could ask for in armor and weapons. It was these thoughts that almost made her miss his inquiry about the man in the diner, though when she finally did catch his comments her expression hardened slightly.

"Well, after he stabbed me and told me, and I quote, 'you won't bleed that boy dry on my watch' I had to take him down to try and save your butt from that fight. Might have broken a few of his ribs, but that's the least I could have done for stabbing me out of nowhere," she said simply, shrugging as she talked about the consequences of her little encounter with the man. She was fine. Whether she could say the same for him was a different story.

"As for be trying to seduce you, you better believe it would have happened already," she said, bringing her head close to his shoulder and gently running a hand over his bicep before breaking away, laughing. Following it with a playful wink, she tucked her hair behind her ears once more, sighing as she looked down at her jacket, poking her finger through the hole. Why did people always have to attack her when she was wearing her favorite articles of clothing? Now she would have to find another jacket, and this one was no longer in production. Damn humans and their damned hero tendencies against the people who sacrifice everything to save their sorry asses from becoming some immortal's next meal. Stereotypes were a b***h sometimes.