She's never been afraid of the dark, not even as a child, not that there is much she can remember from that long ago. However she does remember sitting alone in the at night and enjoying the fact no one else was there, the strange sounds intrigued her, they didn't frighten her. As she grew up it was the place she found safety, and the place that calmed her when all the world seemed to go to hell. Dreaming of the night the wolf found her, he called her name, he told her where to go, he knew where her heart was hidden and if she did as he requested she would find it, and never be alone again. So she did. In the back of an old mans loft, in a dust covered box she could feel it calling, softly, releaved that she had finally come home. Would she take it in her hands and crush it, so they would never be parted again.? Again? But so entranced was she, the question left her almost as soon as it had arrived. She took the trinket stared at it in rapture, the trinket was round maybe 3 or 4 inches in diameter, carvings hollowed out the metal in delicate organic forms ,and though it was black it was like seeing all the colours in oil. Somewhere from its centre thrummed a gentle heart beat, it teased every one of her senses, she could see into the darkest places, scents surrounded and intoxicated her so that she could taste them, and oh' to be touched by this thing sent a tremor through her very being, it crawled up then down her spine before settling itself in the very core of her. She shuddered, goosebumps prickled her skin and her breath caught in her chest. [i] " What are you,"[/i] her whisper breathless, she hardly heard it herself. [b]Break me and find out.[/b] She looked at this bauble nestled in her pale hand, and before she could stop herself closed her fingers around it squeezing gently, increasing the pressure til it cracked, and a cool black liquid began to run along her skin up her sleeve beneath her clothes it it crept across every inch of her skin before disappearing. Confused she opened her hand, [i]"where did you go."[/i] Simple but breathtaking sensation coursed through her. [b]" I am here, And if your love is true I will always be here."[/b]the thought was not her own but she heard it clearly all the same, what ever it was seem pleased and somewhat amused. Gradually they found their calling, and a few hundred years later she had become the very best at what she does. Unfortunately a prolonged life brings with it cynicism and a certain coldness. It's a normal night for Dirae, she has been tracking her deader since he left the whore house he is conspicuously obvious about being there, almost making an event of it. And Rae knows why, she follows him as he heads home, but detours around Queensway Dene, an infamous begging spot for youngsters and pick up spot for rabbits. Rabbits are boys to young to be working on the rent market . She watches him as he stalks the area for a likely target. He finds one, first offering a cigarette he stands leaning against the wall the boy is sat at the foot of. They engage in idle banter, this guy is skilled at the quick groom. He puts the boy at ease straight away by the offer of a cigarette, proving he isn't like all the other adults. This went on for half an hour culminating in him giving the boy a drink from a hip flask. Maybe the boys sixth sense kicked in, maybe the guy made a mistake when he smiled as the boy took a drink, either way no sooner had the flask left the boys lips, his eyes went wide and he quickly packed up his stuff, ignoring the mans feigned concern the boy headed off into the night. The man waited and began to follow and in turn Dirae followed him. Turning down a back alley , the man paused the boy seemed to have vanished. Dirae didn't wait, melting into the darkness,she materialised behind the man tapped him on the shoulder and as he turned blew a paralytic dust In His face before the shadows swallowed her up again. The man would die inside of 5 min. It had been a long night when she returned to her apartment, she showered allowing the hot water to loosen the knots out of her muscles , then she had a scotch and went to bed. At some point in the night, a gentle thrumming disturbed her dreamless sleep, when she woke she had no idea where she was. It was dark, that didn't bother her, but it reeked of taint, and that bothered her. Reaching out she laid her hand upon a wall. [i]" Do you feel that."[/i] [b]" Yes...it's alive. "[/b] Cocking her head slightly, she put her other hand against the wall but the sound was still faint, she pressed her body to the wall laying her head against it. [i]" Do you hear that...is that...crying...no grief ."[/i] The hollow ache suddenly nearly overwhelmed her and she pulled away. That's when she looked down. [i]" Er... Why am I just in my PJ's?!"[/i] Dirae stood in the darkness of this strange room in little more than shorts and her vest. There was a chuckle from in her mind , that wasn't hers. [i]" Glad you think it's funny...At least I know what my first mission will be."[/i] [b]" Not die of ritual embarrassment?" [/b] [i]"Your not helping."[/i] .[spoiler] open [/spoiler]