To be human

It had been a year now or so, after Jamie had lost his wife and kids to a vampire attack. Nothing he had talked about, but everyone knew it. In the end it had been the very thing that had brought him back home. The fact that Archibald had died last January hadn't helped on Jamie's harsh return to hunting. The bloodlust had been unable to satisfy, and now he had turned to this town. This godforsaken town that seemed to be haunted more than any other place. One thing he did know was Nigel lived around here, where or what he did - he had no clue, yet either way, he was here in Gaia the cursed land roaming the forest that smelled like death. At least if you asked him. Burned wood and death. The sun was almost going town, making the shapeshifter being thankful for a moment that he was a shapeshifter with good sight.

It wasn't that he heard her, because he didn't really pay attention to sound. He paid close attention to smell. Jamie hated the fact that he hadn't been trusted to travel alone, still didn't trust him completely giving he was what he was. A shapeshifter. Different than his siblings. Jamie had been informed from Lelantos that a fairy village had been burned down. His first thought turned to his sister, a fairy that never really did anything wrong with her life. Imagining her being one Lelantos was after, not anything in his liking, much like himself he didn't want a target on his family's back. Jamie noticed how the group was focused on one spot, so he walked further away. He didn't know much about what Mariella did after Nigel had to gently made her a run away bride back in the beginning of the year. Which for that part Jamie didn't' mind, but he still missed having her joyful spirit around. Like a darkness just roaming around him without, but he was a hunter, he needed to be okay with that.

Jamie licked his lips a little while searching the area for more details on the scene. He searched for survivors in case of saving them, the others, searched for loose ends needing to be taken care off. Suddenly someone grabbed his shoulder and and placed a blade in front of his throat. He looked into her dark eyes without any sense of shock or fear. This wasn't the first time he had a knife to his throat, the scent again. Hybrid. His green eyes looking into hers, listening to her voice, how angry it sounded in the hiss. "Searching for survivors, before they find them," he replied with a more husky voice still keeping his eyes on her. "What are you doing out here?" He asked her back, lifting a brow slightly.

He was very focused on each of her movements, paying close attention to how she carried herself how her facial expressions formed. She was good, it was hard to read behind the lines of that beautiful face in front of him. Not that he didn't know a pretty face couldn't be the end of him, because he rarely took any chances like that. It seemed so that he wasn't going to do anything to defend himself, which wasn't entirely true, but he also wanted to show he wasn't here to cause harm. Also, keeping quite and not talking made her reply to his question with little effort in trying to convince her to say anything. Looking for the hunters who did this, he knew who had done this. Yet, he couldn't just give an entire clan up to someone, could he now? "Come on, you look like someone who is just as much brain as beauty - I'm not expecting you to believe anything I tell you," he replied back still with a lower voice not looking away from her. It would be idiot of him to expect her too believe him. He was out here with a hunter squad, it didn't really scream 'trust me'.

Just because you are not human. He had heard that before, most cases people had been right in the past. It had been a wild card to playout, because if you were running from hunters, would you always expect the hunter to be none human? It was rather dangerous really, and with his aim, he could be lethal whenever he wanted to. "Low blow," he chuckled a bit taking a sharper breath in. "The people who did this left quite the mess, no one should be stupid enough to come back to their own crime scene," he replied truthfully. He was somewhat thankful the cause of death seemed to be fire, in most of the cases, few fairies had gotten their throats cut up. He theorized they might have been fire fairies, able to survive the flames that had killed all the people in the small fairy village. Smart really. Fairies living in their shapes in the tree tops, one would think they would have had a chance to live peacefully up there. Fairies never harmed a soul, perhaps the dark fairies. "You know it's very rude to hold knives to other people's throats right?" He then added looking slightly down at her hand, hoping for her to lower her weapon, even if it seemed unlikely.

It was hunter 101 not to put any trust into your enemy, it didn't matter of the species if threatened. They were inhuman and could betray you if given the right reason, foolish, so could mankind in a heart beat. Living in the praise of humans, he always came in second - unless he had something to throw to show a force of strength. Not true. Well, of course, there would be some idiots that would be stupid enough to visit their own crime scene, he just wasn't one of them. He chuckled a bit dry to the fact of her not having been called a kind person, perhaps not, kind wasn't the word people used as the first to describe him as well. A smile formed on his lips to the new position of the knife. "That is true," he pointed out still keeping his gaze at her. After all if was true, he had killed hybrids before, dangerous witches that still cared about blood sacrifices and bathed in blood. He could understand the fury, killing fairies was extreme and nothing could justify this set of killings. He didn't care for the belief system, these people had deserved better. "My little sister is a fairy," he felt the taste of those words bitter, mostly by looking around here. So much death, he could just have imagined her to be curious enough to seek out a place like this. Just imagine her having been here when the attack had happened, even if there was no signs, the imagine was planted so vivid in his mind that it made his blood boil. "Lelantos, if you want to find the hunters responsible. Those are the one to find, they are the only ones extreme enough to do anything like this," he replied. Jamie wouldn't normally rant another tribe out, it was this stuff that caused alliances to break and fold, but this, whatever the hell this was - it was too far from anything he could even justify as fair or for the greater good. It wasn't why he did what he did.

Jamie still did nothing to fight her, even if he could, he didn't even try. What was the point in it if it was just going to waste both of their time. The stranger could do whatever she wanted with the information he had provided her with. Once again, he didn't expect her to believe a word he said - even through he had done nothing but telling her the truth. "But I'm a lot nicer than the other guys close by, so I will let you in on a little secret sweetheart. You should get out of here because they will do something foolish if they see you, and I'm not going to be able to stop them," he clicked his tongue a little still not having removed his eyes from her. He wasn't out here to kill her, not unless she actually did anything he would see as harmful or inhuman to someone. Yeah, she was threatening him, but he didn't count that in, mostly because he wasn't putting in a fight.

He watched the smirk that folded on her lips, devilish, yet it still didn't make him resist to her movements or fight them for that matter. Because, he could have made a fight out of it. But he watched her instead. The cut stung for a moment, but nothing that made him flinch, instead he found it odd how she placed her fingers in the wound. Making him flinch for a split second to the mumble of her words. Witchcraft, he should have seen that coming. He frowned a bit, of course she didn't know the wound would have closed quickly enough of his own. "You just come here and take my blood, could at least have asked me out on a date first," he mumbled to himself, as he heard her whisper so close to his lips, and narrowed his eyes a bit. The direction of his eyes moved for the first time away from her as his name was called in distance. He turned his eyes back to her again. Jamie narrowed his eyes a little bit more as she started to walk away, he moved his head watching her go away, shaking his head a little bit in a chuckle before heading back to the group.