Its been a lifetime

DATE } 22 January
TIME } Past Ten pm
WEATHER } Its been snowing the whole day, but now its below freezing and clear sky.
ATTIRE } Big quilted jacket, warm boots, black jeans and a black winter beanie.

”Urgh” a voice of disgust left Lethas lips as she open the door to her office, and though her boots was covered in mud she didn’t mind and just walked over to the leather chair and threw herself in it. Spinning around in the chair, she closed her eyes and tried to get her mind to think about something else, anything else then that evening where she had thrown herself at a younger guy. If she could bury herself, she would have done that, but she also knew that the only thing she could do was to apologize and forget the whole thing, but did she really want to do that? When the chair stopped, she took a swing from her small flask of cheap whiskey, the last thing she was excepting was a costumer, but as faith would have it a load knock was heard through the room, and in came an older looking lady, gripping her worn down purse so tightly Letha was afraid it would brake under the fragile fingers. “Letha Aetós?” her voice ask, when she looked a little skeptical at the younger looking woman sitting in front of her. “Oh!” Letha exclaimed and hid the flask away – “Sorry about that, I thought, I didn’t” she heard it herself, she was rambling and took a deep breath. “Yes, this is she” Letha gave her a small smile and nodded to a chair that barely was held together, with duct tape and some questionable screws. Even though the older looking woman was hesitant at first, she sat down still with her purse firmly in her hands and on her lap. “My name is Mary, and I’m here because a family friend told me that she used you, to find something very dear to her” she started out and Letha nodded, yes this was something she had heard before, someone from somewhere had recommended her, and now they were here to get her help. “And its, it’s my son, he hasn’t been home for some days now, and with all those murders I’m just” –

So was the tale always, she had a shitty day and then someone would ask something of her, and here she was. By the old and abandon church, that almost looked more like a ruin than a church if she had to be honest. She had heard that this was a place where young criminal would join up, but also a place where parties was hold – “Why would anyone stay here?” she scoffed and rolled her shoulders back. In her hand she had a scarf last worn by Marys son, it had let her to this place. Snow had been falling all day, but the sky was clear, and the moon was out. Almost full moon she noted, before her blue eyes quickly looked to her left, the sound of a snapping wig had drawn her attention. “Hello?” she tried, and was very aware of how vulnerable she was, even with her gun under the jacket and her years of training – she was alone.

Her nostrils flared as a scent tickled her senses, it was familiar and somehow not at all. In a shift moment she had pulled her gun that was tucked away in its holster under her jacket, all the while she turned to the person standing not so far away. She regarded the man very calmly and never let her finger reach the tricker, as long as he didn’t pose any imitate danger, she had no reason to fire. Though the vampire knew that could be her fatal mistake, as there were creatures in this world faster than any gun could fire, herself included. “Who are you?” her voice trembled as a feeling came over her, it was like it radiated from his feet to the ground they both were standing on, and she stepped two steps away. The small strands of hair in the back of her neck started to raise, this was a dangerous person, so much was clear!

The wind blew around them, and the lose hair that wasn’t put up in the messy bun danced around her pale face. Funny how past seemed to always catch up to someone, no matter how far the vampire ran, if it was towards it or away from it, it would find her again. Even though she didn’t remember her past, and always wanted to find out where she was from, she couldn’t very well know that this man had the answers she was seeking could she? “Don’t – don’t come to close” she warned again and took once again a steep backwards, as if the small steps could outrun the beast itself. Although all thoughts were a molded panic her face never let it show, though she could smell it herself, she smelled of fear.

She snared as she heard his comments, wanting nothing more in the world to use her powers to shut down her fear that bobbled on the surface of her skin. But as she had her memory taken away from her, there had most of her knowledge of her powers also gone. As had she been a newborn, without a master to show her the way. Running form her instincts since they had released her from the hospital, a hunter became the prey with the mind of one. But a predator could never really shed its skin, and her fangs was showing as to warn him of. She didn’t like his comment, and how close to the truth it was, and she most certainly didn’t like it because that meant she knew him. And then what? In what extent did she know him?

“Yes” she answered and swallowed the spit forming on her tongue. “But that doesn’t answer who you are” her legs widen, and she took a stance, not lowering the weapon in her hands. How symbolic really, one of the born hunters in the world, the pureblood vampire – and one of the first ones at that – pointing the gun to a person, that could already had killed her, if that was what he wanted. Luckily for her, he seemed - empty – as if the mere thought of using energy on that, was too much of a bother to him.

Call me an old friend…
How her body reacted to those words, she wasn’t sure that she believed him, or at least was something more to it than just that, her grey eyes took him in as he started walking towards her. The grace of a being that knew every fiber in their body, he was so comfortable in his own body that it almost mesmerized her before his aura hit her. First it was just like a small whisper, something old and a little familiar “I know” she simply said, as her arms slowly lowered but it was like strength left her, and she wasn’t even able to put away the heavy object between her hands. She forgot to breath, almost forgot how to just be.
She closed her eyes, as the feeling overcame her, it was like she could do anything as long as she was in this bliss of extasy.

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
The Messiah.

Her eyes open again, as she took a deep breath in and step backwards. Even as everything was alluring her to step closer, to indulge in this promise that was vibrating from his being, she knew it, she had felt it before, and if you peeled away the feeling of finally feeling totally entuned with your body, as if he made every part of feeling that felt good overshadow all reason. There would be that voice warning her against the darkness, like a moth to a flame.
“Samael” she whispered, surprising herself that she actually recognized him. Not her memories, no, her body knew exactly who she was dealing with.

She stood completely still, and never had the missing beating heart felt so good, and as she never knew how it felt she couldn’t compare it to anything. But she had heard people’s heart, how they would beat heavy against their chest when faced with situations that made them uncomfortable, and this would be one of those.
“Don’t get to close!” she tried with a warning voice, as she felt how her whole being started to react, she was afraid she would lose control over her human form, she could already feel it with how her teeth started growing out, she had always been in control, but it was like he sucked it from her. Corruption there was nothing good about him, even as his aura gave her that feeling, she also knew it was a lie it was all a horrible lie to get the prey in, making it nice and easy for him to control it.

Deep breaths, that usually helped! But her transformation started as black veins started showing under her eyes, small blood vessels snaked towards her iris making her more inhumane to look at than before. Clearly a creature of the night.
“Working” she growled as she pulled back the right side of her mouth, showing two of her four fangs. “Not that it concerns you” she kept taking steps backwards, as he came closer.