Cole, the entire time the others were away, had taken to tending to Sal and listening to Jo. She nodded in agreement to what Jo had said about being able to help, but she didn’t offer any more of her own input. Alex wasn’t the type to let people he cared about this intensely intentionally be put in harms way, and it bothered him when he couldn’t control the situations. She hated even thinking it, but Alex was a bit of a control freak at times. She couldn’t blame him though, and she knew just as well that Drake had similar tendencies. However, when Jo asked about the word ‘necromancer’, Cole heard Alessandra sigh. “It’s a witch who specializes in death magic. She can bring back dead things. When it’s plants, they come back very vibrantly and alive, but people and animals… well, let’s hope you’ll never have to see her zombies. “ She said, and she looked down. “A lot of people judge her for it because they feel no one should have power like that and it scares them, but I promise she’s not a bad person.” Cole’s eyes softened a bit when Alessandra explained it, but soon they were being led back by a man named Roland, and Cole walked just behind him the entire way up to wherever they were heading. “What’s the matter with him?” he asked, “I’m Roland, by the way.” Cole nodded and gave a soft sigh. “I’m Cole, and this is one of my adopted brothers, Sal. He’s having a vision, and a pretty intense one. He’s been out for a while longer than normal, but Kat gave him something to stop his body from jerking, so I can’t tell how bad it is.” She answered, seeing his aura was a light tone. Of course, she wasn’t completely sure of him yet, but he seemed nice enough. Once they were led inside, Cole smiled to the woman who directed her on where she could have Sal lying down. She gently placed him down before lifting his head into her lap, stroking his hair out of his face, whispering softly in angelic to him. She was worried though, Clary had been gone a while and no one had seen hide nor hair of Tiffany and Billie as far as she knew. She was just worried, and suddenly she felt Sal stirring in her lap. “Drake… hurry up.” She said, quietly. -- Roland was glad that so far everyone was alright, aside from Atticus being shot and otherwise being in disarray, but no one was dead. And these people seemed like good people so that was a plus. Not to mention they all seemed quite strong, despite only actually seeing two of them fight. With the way the number of hunters in the area were increasing,it’d be a good thing to keep this group close. They could be invaluable in fights against hunters, and there was a certain safety in numbers as he’d come to learn. He kept checking back on Alex and his red haired girlfriend on occasion, and he could hear the anger in her voice. However, this unconscious boy had him curious, and when Cole said he was having a vision he couldn’t help but raise a brow. He was a clairvoyant? Now he was honestly surprised that the hunters hadn’t been gunning for him a little harder. Clairvoyant witches were nearly extinct and proved quite invaluable. With a sigh, as they reached the large cottage that had been given to Lia and Mitch as an early wedding present, Roland opened the door and let them inside, only barely hearing Mal at first. Her sarcasm made him want to roll his eyes, but he answered her. “Hunters. Aless, Kat, and Atticus are waiting for others in the cemetery. The brunette guy over there,” he said, tilting his head back to Alex, “Said Axel was gunning for Aless while they were running their errands. His sister distracted him so Aless and their friends could get away, and then hell broke loose. Lia went after his sister, and I’m sure Mitch went looking for her. But they’ll be fine, the hunters were stupid enough to blow shit up. And even with the oddly large amount, they kept getting thrown off by this group. Demons, vampires, fae, angel breeds and dragon breeds. Most of these hunters weren’t well acquainted with multiple species.” Roland looked to the girl, his ears hearing the language she was whispering as the boy began stirring, “what’s going on?” he asked, walking over and studying the boys actions. Cole looked up at him and shrugged, “Drake would know better, I’ve never been around when he’s having this bad of a vision. Drake is half seer, so he can gauge Sal’s visions… I can’t. I just know we need to keep him comfortable.” She said, whispering to Sal again in that language. Roland nodded before he headed to the door, opening it and seeing another group heading towards them. “They’re fine, Mal.” He assured her before walking back in, seeing the one he knew as Drake practically fly inside and kneel near Sal. Roland went back into the kitchen and began putting on tea and coffee for this group. He could already tell there would be a lot to discuss. -- Alex could tell Jo was mad at him from how she was acting towards him, and then from what she had said. So he had done it again. He didn’t see it as such a bad thing to want to keep her safe, but it had been the product of more than one fight it seemed. He couldn’t exactly help it, and he always apologized, but this time she was mad. He could tell from how she was acting now. At first, as they were going she brought up that he had sent her to the cemetery. Okay, that was definitely not one of his brightest choices, but at least she was safe. Still, he could tell that this wasn’t going to be fixed with just an apology this time. Oh no, she was [i]pissed [/i]. Then she continued… ‘[i]Alex, I love you, but I’m getting tire of you treating me like a weak little baby.’[/i] Had she even realized what she had just said? Alex couldn’t help the smile that broke over his face. They hadn’t actually said it to each other, and though he was sure this wasn’t how she exactly wanted it to happen, it had. They finally got to the cottage and she told him to quit smiling. He couldn’t exactly help it, but he let her go and sit down. He’d let her cool off a bit before he even attempted to try and make anything up to her. He could tell how badly he’d fucked up after hearing her points, and he took it for now… but he honestly couldn’t always help it. He’d been like that since his time as a soldier. He shook that thought from his mind, taking a cup of tea and thanking Mal for it before he stood off to the side watching Sal and Cole. He’d been out for a while, from what he’d understood of seers. He looked towards the door and sighed. The others weren’t back yet either, and that had him worried, he hadn’t seen his sister yet, and even though he knew she could throw off the hunters probably better than any of them, he still couldn’t help but to worry about her. However, once he saw Drake run in, he felt a little relieved because he knew that Tiffany and Billie were bound to have been together. That’s just how they were. His eyes moved back to look at Jo and he let out a long sigh. This would be a long night. -- Atticus was only slightly worried about Mitch and Lia as they waited in the cemetery. They were forces to be reckoned with, and from what he’d seen of this group, they were strong. Stronger than most, so he was sure whoever was with them would prove just as strong. His main concern was Kat. He could tell from her energy she was a little off kilter, but he knew she wouldn’t want to leave without knowing if Lia was alright. It was her mother afterall. He looked and saw another group coming, and Drake had gone down to them and Atticus sat there thinking. They were talking about two others too? That made this group 12 people large from what he knew so far, and he shrugged. They were right to keep numbers anymore. Roland hated to worry Mitch and Lia right now with their wedding coming up, but he had been concerned with the growing number of hunters. Atticus was glad that they were safe where they were because the last thing they all needed was to worry about hunters constantly. He felt Kat press a kiss to his cheek and he just smiled, “I was worried about you too. I’m only glad that this group is as strong as they seem. I have to ask tho… why did Drake ask if you were alright when you came over to help us?” he didn’t want to sound too concerned, but he knew something had to have happened and he’d rather know than not. Aless came up and sat with he and Kat and let out a heavy sigh. “I’m worried.” She whispered, and Atticus gave her a look. “Did you guys see Mitch at all?” Atticus shook his head. “Earlier, but he’ll be fine. And so will Lia. You worry way too much.” Aless soon looked over to Kat and Atticus quickly spoke, “Not feeling well, she just needs some rest.” Aless nodded slowly, but she got up quickly and practically flew down to the gates. He saw Drake do the same thing as the others stood too. Lia, Mitch, a blonde and two brunettes came into view and Atty moved so Kat could hop on his back again and he brought her down to Lia and Mitch. He then saw once Aless let go of Lia she hugged Mitch too. He just looked at Mitch and chuckled, “How many were there? Took you guys a good while to get here.” He asked, letting Kat down to hug Lia who just smiled. He watched as she hugged Mitch too and when she came back over he nodded to her. “Get on.” He said, and he began leading the way up the path, looking at everyone first before going up ahead. He noticed Drake and the brunette girl weren’t too far behind him and once Drake saw the cottage, he broke into a run and headed in the opened door. Once inside, Atticus noticed the blond boy was still out, but he was stirring a bit. He shook his head and set Kat down near her chair and went into the kitchen and made her a cup of coffee from the pot they put on. Roland came up next to him, holding a cup of tea. “Everything alright?” he asked, and Atticus nodddd. “You sure, you did get shot?” “I’m fine, healed after I drained that other one. This group is pretty big though, and they’re strong.” Atticus said, noting the others coming in. “But I’m sure we’ll talk later.” He said, and he went back over to Kat, handing her her coffee. He pulled up a chair next to hers and looked around as everyone sort of piled in. The blond boy shot up, his eyes wide open as he started shouting in some language he’d never heard. Soon Sal’s head fell against Cole’s chest and he began whispering in some other language. She seemed to understand and she looked at Drake. “He’s calming down now. Just wants to be sure everyone is okay, and to see if someone will go check on Willow.” She said, and Drake nodded, taking hold of Sal’s hand. “We’ll ask Clary as soon as she gets back, okay?” Drake said, softly and Atticus watched as he nodded. -- [I]The world stood in ruin… fire, desth, destruction everywhere. No one was safe, and all of the figures were running about. But what were they running from? Why were they running at all? The apocalypse vision had already been proven incorrect, so why was this repeating? He had already seen this before, but something else was off about it. It wasn’t just humans running this time… it was supernatural creatures too. Well, that certainly was odd, the only other time they had run before was when the cages in hell were being opened. Even then, that issue had been resolved as well… Lilith now imprisoned in heaven along with a few others, and Lucifer was back in control of hell. The faces of the humans were badly distorted each of them looked as if they were sick and dying, and those who didn’t look like that were killing each other… or themselves… Well that was odd too. What was going on? A symbol was etched into the side of a building that was burning, and the symbol was far older than any he’d ever come across. He’d let his conscious self know about that because this could be the key to figuring this part out. The vision continued moving around before things suddenly lost focus. That never happened. Even in transition the vision never lost clarity… He didn’t have time to dwell tho, as suddenly everything was out of focus a moment longer before clarity set back in. A figure of a man in black with intense blue eyes stood between another figure with a black outline and one with a murky sort of outline around them. Each bore a symbol on their foreheads, the same one that had been on the side of the building. Soon chains came into view, and it caused something to root in Sal’s subconscious. Each of the figures were shackled, exactly what he had feared, and once one moved, something in the background changed. He could feel it in his vision that when the middle man with blue eyesmoved, everything felt colder, the time seemed to freeze. When the dark man moved, things around them felt as if they were being destroyed… and then the one with the murky outline moved, everything just felt wrong. Each of them was fighting too, but to no avail, and it was as if every time they fought what they did, the more the symbol burned into them. Sal’s subconscious was practically screaming with how little sense it made until darkness flooded the vision. Soon it was just the blue eyed man, standing alone in the dark… but focus was thrown off again. Sal’s subconscious felt the presence of another in his mind and once he spotted the figure of a blonde woman it shook it’s head. “You shouldn’t be here!” it shouted, and it practically flew at her and shoved her away before turning back to the vision where darkness had flooded. This wasn’t the same blue eyed man though… even though the form was the same. It was as if he was possessed by something he couldn’t control, but soon the vision brought the view out. Beside the darkness was the world in ruin and a fourth figure with piercing green eyes had joined them in shackles. The four horsemen? They already knew Death and knew that he’d never allow this to happen to the world, and with the apocalypse vision having been proven incorrect, this spoke on a different level than most other visions. War and Famine may not have been accounted for in a long time, but Lucifer still had Plague locked away. His subconscious watched a little longer as a fifth figure came into view with perfect clarity. A human was holding thenchains, and beside him was a rather old looking with with her hand on the back of his head, as if she were controlling him. That was peculiar, witches wouldn’t want the end of the world. They were meant to protect balance… weren’t they? The vision had ended, but Sal’s subconscious decided to leave him unconscious for a little while longer, talking to himself. “If the horsemen are controlled by a human controlled by a witch, could that mean that they are trying to end supernatural creatures? I mean surely not, or they are trying to purge the world? Why would you try and control the horsemen anyway? Their wills are not easily bent… and once they come out of it things won’t end well for those binding them. It’s just plain weird.”[/I] Sal shot up after a little while longer of his sleeping state, glad his subconscious didn’t just throw him into consciousness, but it still had the same after effects. He was shouting in demonic again, and once he finished, he leaned back against Cole’s chest, glad she was using angelic right back when he spoke to her in it. He could never speak English immediately after a vision and he knew it’d be a bit before he’d be able to still. He asked about everyone and was relieved to hear that everyone was okay. Then he asked if someone would check on Willow, happy at the answer he received. He nodded a bit, and relaxed against Cole for a few more minutes, feeling her playing with his hair a bit. He finally sat up and looked around seeing auras he hadn’t seen before, and one he smiled at. He spoke to Cole again who smiled at his notion. “What’s he saying?” Aless asked, sitting in a nearby chair. She was who Sal had been motioning to and Cole answered. “He says your aura is very warm. It’s very nice. He tends to cling to warm and light auras.” She said, and Sal nodded a bit before looking towards her. “Oh, he’s blind. You’ll have to take his hand to shake it.” Sal felt a hand in his and he looked more in that direction and smiled. “I’m Aless, it’s nice to meet you… Sal, right?” Sal nodded and he saw the aura he could remember from his subconscious and he guessed his facial expressions said something to his confusion as Aless spoke again. “That’s my sister, Kathleen.” She whispered. Sal searched a minute before finding Cole again and asking her if Kat had helped. When she nodded he asked if she would tell her thank you for him. “Kathleen?” Cole asked, “Sal says Thank you for helping him. I promise you’ll be able to understand him soon, visions take their toll on him.” Sal nodded a bit, looking back towards her aura, a little frustrated that he couldn’t speak in English yet. -- Once they were all reunited near the cemetery, Lia was more than happy to get the show heading back home and away from the mindless hulls that inhabited the city. She looked at Mitch when he made his comment and shook her head with a small chuckle, “Are you going to insist on calling me that here after we’re married too?” she joked a bit before feeling Aless come down and hug her as Atticus brought Kat down to them. Lia watched as Aless hugged Mitch and answered him, “I’m alright,” She motioned over towards Billie. “She distracted Axel so that me and her friends could get out and warn everyone else. I’m glad she’s okay.” Lia nodded a bit and hugged Kat a bit tighter than usual when she hugged her. She whispered into her hair, “If you want, I’ll make you up a bundle of herbs to burn before you go to sleep.” She said, and once everyone was ready, she noticed Atticus piggybacking Kat at the head of the group. She looked at Mitchell when he spoke and she shrugged. “I have no clue, but I can’t say I blame them for numbers, as much as I prefer smaller numbers, here lately it seems better to have them.” She looked to the brunette who had appeared with them not long before. “What’s your name, sweetie? I’m horrible with names.” “I’m Clary.” She smiled. “Sorry about the abrupt getaway, I figured it would just be easier than trying to explain it before it happened. You’re not still feeling dizzy are you?” Lia shook her head. “I’m not no, but I do have a question. How many of you aren’t with this group now?” she asked. “Currently just five. Our other friends aren’t due to meet back up with us for another week.” She answered. “Speaking of, our friends Garret and Randa were out and about tonight too. I’m a little worried…” Lia gave a soft look. “How about you go find them and bring them to the cottage just up this hill when you come back? I have some things I want to ask and discuss with you guys, and it’d be good to have you all together. And plus, after tonight it may be better for you all to be together anyway.” Clary gave a nod and turned to Logan and Billie, “I’m going to get Garret and Randa. I’ll be back soon.” She disappeared before either could protest, and Lia looked to Mitch. “That is definitely useful.” She said to herself before seeing the cottage come into view. She sighed a bit and leaned her head against him before she looked back up to him. “And I’ll probably be up half the night again, I still haven’t figured everything out that I needed to.” She was referring to their wedding. It was crunch time now, having just over two weeks to get everything together, and it was annoying her. Every time she got on a roll, hunters were attacking or someone or sick or she needed to focus on something entirely different. At the rate she was going they were going to have to push the date back, again, and she was getting more annoyed with that. This last time she had said come hell and high water it was going to happen on the date they currently had set. She was sttubborn, but she was just so lost on the whole thing now. She wouldn’t dare admit it and worry Mitch, and Aless and Kat had been trying to help. And Cassandra would be in here in just over a week to help with final details. She was going mad! She was glad once they walked inside and she heard the soft quacks coming from near her feet. She smiled a bit, picking up Edgar and she looked to Mal. “Thanks for taking care of him.” She said, rubbing Edgar’s feathers a bit before setting him on the counter as she got her tea together and Mitch coffee. “Keep the door open, we have at least three more coming in, if not six.” She told Roland before receiving a look. “Don’t even try and argue with me right now.” Roland just nodded slowly and brought another tray of tea in to their guests and he saw Lia hand Mitch his coffee before she pulled out a couple of platters and began placing the cookies and brownies she had baked earlier in the day on them. Edgar sat and watched her, quaking at her a bit before getting an oatmeal cookie broken up and placed in front of him. “There you go, sweetie.” She patted his head a little and picked up the platters, bringing them in and setting them on the coffee table. She exited into the kitchen again, taking a sip of her tea before Atticus came back in to get his tea. “It’ll be a minute, Att, I had to put another pot on.” She said and he nodded. “So, we’re waiting until everything calms down a bit better for group, right? I have to say these people are strong.” He said, and Lia nodded. “You alright? Your energy level isn’t normal.” Lia nodded, “I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind with everything going on.” He nodded and once the pot whistled, he poured his cup before pouring more in hers and receiving a look. “I know you’re trying not to worry Mitch, as per usual, but you need to talk it out. Just saying.” He said and Lia rolled her eyes as Atticus left the kitchen. She sighed and looked towards the main room, leaning on the door frame after making her cup of tea and watching everyone. At least they were intermingling well and no fights had broke out… yet. -- Dahlia watched towards the gates with intent as they sat in the cemetery. She barely noticed she had started playing with the hem of her shirt until Zach had said something to her and she nodded. “I know she will be, it’s just the more I think about the amount of hunters the more I worry. Not just about her either. I’m honestly glad that Hoyt and Joe stayed in tonight.” She said. She dropped the bottom of her shirt from her hands and watched out towards the path again. “Not to mention, those zombies were a little freaky.” She whispered, a small involuntary shudder came over her. Her eyes turned white when the group appeared near the gate and she studied over each of them again before an annoyed sigh left her lips. “And she got shot again.” She mumbled, looking over the others. Clary didn’t have a scratch on her at all, Lia had a scratch or two but nothing major, Tiffany had a wound as well. It was a larger gash, but it wasn’t fatal which was also good. The man… Mitchell she was sure was his name… he had a faint wound in his stomach, but it seemed to have been healed pretty quickly too. Then there was Billie. Her ribs were fully healed and her face was nearly done, but her shoulder still had a bit of healing and she had a new gunshot wound in her side. Dahlia allowed her eyes to return to normal as she shook her head. At least no one was really hurt… badly enough they couldn’t heal anyway. She saw Drake run past her, she remembered him telling Logan that the others were fine, just Sal hadn’t woke up yet. She saw him lift Tiffany off the ground and she smiled a little at the exchange. She had to remind herself that she shouldn’t worry as much especially seeing that they were all alright, she tended to sort of zone out when she did that. She looked towards Zach and took his hand walking towards the gate as everyone started leaving the cemetery. -- Billie had assured Tiffany she was alright before Clary had tugged them all away from the mall, and to be honest she was glad that everyone she was seeing wasn’t hurt. She watched Drake and Tiffany a minute from Logan’s arms, watching as Drake looked her over. Drake looked at her wound and nodded looking at Mitch. “Thank you.” He said, and he kept an arm around Tiffany, but once they started heading back, he fell instep behind the leader. He needed to check on Sal now, as he was likely close to waking up. Billie enjoyed their embrace a little longer before she heard his question and sighed. “Both.” She answered with a sigh. “They shot me, and with some pretty gnarly bullets.” She said, stepping back and taking the one she had pulled out of her side. “Wood with silver tip, etched with demonic markings to hurt demons. These people either have good suppliers or hunt multiple races. The only reason I’m not fully healed yet.” She said, seeming a bit more annoyed at the fact than anything. She could tell he was a little worried and she kissed his cheek. “Sorry to have you worried, hunters never travel with this many in one area it’s fucking weird as shit. I’m just glad they weren’t trying to throw holy water in my face, I would have tore someone’s throat out. I mean it don’t do anything, but it’s sill fucking annoying.” She rambled a bit before she got hold of herself. The whole angel – demon living in symbiosis was nice but her angel half tended to take over at the weirdest times and made her ramble. Once they started being led away, Billie took hold on Logan’s hand, Aless falling into step near them. She was going to say something, but Clary cut her off and before either Billie or Logan could say anything she vanished. “She [i]really[/i] needs to wait for people to say something before she just poof like that from time to time.” She said, and finally Aless spoke causing Billie to turn her head. “Thank you, again.” She said with a smile and Billie nodded a bit. “When we get to the house, I have some clothes you can borrow, and I’ll show you where the bathroom is. You look like you’ve been in a war.” Billie nodded. “Thanks.” She said, watching as Aless caught up to Lia and Mitch as a large cottage came into view. She blinked a bit at its sheer size, and once they were led inside she felt a hit on her right arm and she turned and saw Alex there. “A bit of warning next time you pull a suicide stunt like that.” He hissed and Billie rolled her eye. “Don’t start with me, Al. Things could have went worse.” She said, looking over to Jo before back at him. “You didn’t let her help again, didn’t you?” Alex gave a look and Billie shook her head. “Al, bro, seriously. You can’t keep treating her like that.” She said and he crossed his arms. “You’re only mad because you know I’m right. I mean, shit, she’s strong girl, and patient enough if she puts up with you.” Alex shook his head, “Quit changing the topic. Seriously, you need to stop doing this shit.” Billie rolled her eyes. “Blah, blah, blah, Billie is making bad decisions again. Newsflash Al, you’d have done the same thing. So shut up.” Billie walked away from him and Alex just shook his head a bit looking at Logan. “Am I wrong?” he asked. He saw Billie head off with Aless deeper into cottage before going back to his tea. He noticed Aless coming back and she walked over to him, handing him something. “Here, it should help.” She said with a small smile before heading over towards a now awake Sal. He had shouted in demonic to make the burning stop. What burning? He shook his head and he finally looked in the bag before he looked at Aless. That was oddly helpful, but his attention went back on Billie who looked like she had gotten a little more washed up and looked a lot more comfortable as she walked over to Logan. “Now once Clary gets back maybe this nagging in the back of my head will go away .” She said, leaning against Logan’s shoulder. -- It had definitely been a good night so far, the brunette with her hair down in its natural curls thought as she headed a little bit more up the stairs towards the cathedral. Her dark eyes studied it before she snapped a picture of it, looking at the review of it before smiling. It had turned out really well, and she looked down towards her boyfriend and smiled. “Garret, you know it was a good idea to go exploring to test this thing out. And you managed to get me out of shopping with Billie, have I told you how many points you’ve earned?” she chuckled, taking the few stairs down to him and giving him a quick kiss. “Because seriously, a lot of points.” She let her new camera hang around her neck on its thick strap as she took his hand and began walking away from the cathedral. They had really good architecture for photos but they made her skin crawl. Maybe it was because she was on holy ground or something, but she had a feeling that it was mostly in her head. She looked towards where the sun had set just a little bit ago and she sighed a bit. She still wanted to take more pictures, but she hadn’t tested out the low light settings yet and she finally got the normal light settings set in. “Hungry, sweets?” she asked, motioning over towards a hot dog cart nearby. However, something caught her eye and she picked her camera up and looked through their earlier pictures before she looked behind them again. The same guys kept cropping up and she raised an eyebrow. She whispered in Garre’st ear, “Tell me, are those guys back there the same ones?” She didn’t want to wrongfully assume anything, but then things started moving quickly. The sound of explosions from towards the mall came, and Randa saw the opportunity and started tugging Garret into the woods nearby. At least if those guys tried to start anything, she wouldn’t have to worry too much about having to hide the fire. She let her camera hang back around her neck, letting her eyes adjust to their surroundings again before the group of guys came up. There were six of them and she shook her head. So she wasn’t paranoid. “Well, well, well, what have we got here?” one asked, stepping towards them, a knife in his hand. “Wow, nice way to not come off as creepy, dude. We heard the explosion, we ran. Is there really more to it?” Randa spat, and he chuckled a bit. She shook her head and looked at Garret with a partial frown. “Why is it always creepers that want to play?” “Play?” one asked, and Randa nodded a bit and walked towards them, taking the knife straight out of the first’s hand, feeling a slight burn in the handle. She didn’t act like it phased her, she knew it was holy water, she could smell it, but she was pissed now. These fuckers were ruining her date damnit! She took the knife blade down the side of his throat and heard him gulp. She knew he saw the small amount of steam coming from her palm. They had started moving away from each other, by she wasn’t scared by any means. Garret was there and they definitely picked the wrong fucking day. “Yes, honey, play. Didn’t you know?” she asked, allowing her eyes to go over black before stabbing his side. “You play with fire, you’re going to get burned.” She watched as the knife caught on fire and the guy started running around, burning. She laughed, and soon dodged the most of holy water being sprayed at her with a small swipe of hellfire. “Oh, Cmon now. Tell me you’re not a pussy bitch too!” She managed to get back to Garret and she shook her head. “Best positioned kill gets a prize?” she laughed. Really, what was the point if they weren’t having fun. I mean, they were on a date afterall.