[center][b][color=FF0000][sup][h1]E L I A S (E L I)[/h1][/sup][/color][/b][/center]

[COLOR=FF0000][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]New York City, 2018[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][INDENT][sup][color=darkgray]Palazzo, 10:45pm[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/INDENT]
There were a good number strategies foruming in Eli's head but none of them would have any substance until he gained further information from his newly acquired [i]prisoner[/i]. Eli cursed mentally as he pushed forward down the hall. The blood from his earlier encounter had finally dried but his hands were stilled stained. He looked down at them, gripping them into a fist. Hunter had placed them in a undesired predicament. If he had just left the angel after subduing her, Eli would only be looking at a formal address from the seraph's archangel. They would chastise Eli of course for not being able to control his subjects. However the undertone would be that they would overlook the transgression and continue to maintain their current relationship. Unfortunately his left hand, who knew their political climate hadn't made the smart decision and Eli could not figure out why. He turned a corner the vampire in question coming into view. Hunter was standing there in his disheveled suit with a few cuts spamming his hands and cheeks. He was obviously healing and drinking a glass of blood to speed up the process. Eli stepped in front of Hunter looking him over. 

"Well..." He began. "...you look like merde." Hunter smiled at Eli's words. He knew he did not look at his top forum, yet after the encounter he had had who could blame him. "Well I met the woman of my dreams..." He pointed towards the glass. "...and she turned out to be a hellion." He quipped back. Hunter took another sip of his drink. He knew that Eli was not here to trade barbs. Xander had left here a while ago just before giving him a tongue lashing about his actions. He was certain that the aide had already updated Eli on the current situation. Which left Hunter to fill in the details. Xander had demanded earlier to know why he had brought the Seraph into custody. He wanted a logical conclusion where Hunter left the angel to stew in her wounds til she was retrieved. Even her death would have been far more preferable in Xander's eyes. Hunter disagreed he had happened upon the dispute by chance, but found opportunity. 

Eli had charge him with an investigation on a new drug called [i]heat[/i] that had hit the streets. Humans, as well as vampires were turning up dead and the lycans were suspected to be the cause. The lycan alpha was looking for a way to change the scales of power and Eli thought the new drug was apart of that plan. That was how Hunter had happened upon the one side scuffle. He had gain intelligence that one of the dealers for [i]heat[/i] frequented a particular club called [i]Nova[/i]. It was a hot spot in town, many vampires used it as hunting grounds. So Hunter knew no one would be suspicious if he came to the club for some entertainment. His plan had been simple. He would lounge around the club til the target was spotted. Hunter would then follow him back to his holdings and eventually back to the supplier. That had been the plan but then...she had come along. At first Hunter had thought it was just a dispute between mortals. He had seen this multiple times over the centuries and generally he left it to the police to handle. 

What had changed his mind from walking away had been two things. One he realized that the group attacking were vampires and not just any vampires. The marks on their necks had told him they were Elandria's bloodline. The second reason had been because the one giving them a thrashing wasn't normal either. She was an angel and not just any class. She was a guardian, most likely Michael's clan. Hunter should have left the young whelps to receive their beating, they most likely deserved it. However if Elandria found out that her children hurt or even killed by someone who is not one of their own. She would use this to undermine Eli and call the thirteen bloodlines. The last thing his master needed was another power play to deal with. Not with the lycans being an even more pressing threat. So Hunter stepped in. He first detangled the younglings from her grasp. They quickly left and that was when they real fun had begun. Hunter could only describe her as one thing. A [i]Valkyrie[/i]. The way she pulled out her weapons. Held her blades and even moved. It was like they had engaged in elegant dance. 

She was a skilled fighter, for every wound Hunter gave her. The angel repaid him in kind. They moved fast pivoted using the terrain to its peak. Hunter had kept most of his attacks to a surface wound. He hadn't wanted to kill the seraph just subdue her. Since the beginning of the fight he had studied and tested her strength. Making sure he matched her skill, speed and vitality. Hunter had been so certain he had the fight in his control but he underestimated one thing. Strategy. She had had a plan. One that had nearly wounded Hunter gravely. The angel had seen an opening and seized it. Jumping on Hunter's back she pulled out two dagger and stabbed him. The pain surged through the back of Hunters chest. He tried to grab her to pull her forward, but she only dug in. Without any other option he pivoted back and rammed her against the building. However Hunters new lead was short lived as she pulled out her wings. She the force of the to free herself, flip him over onto his back. That was when he notice the weapon angling down towards his chest for the kill. Hunter knew he could no longer hold back anymore. He grabbed the angel by the throat, knocked her weapons away, stood up and used his head to knock her out. 

Once she was out cold Hunter dropped her to the ground. His first thought had been to leave her for another angel to find. One would happen upon her eventually and Hunter figured it would be best if he was nowhere near when that happened. He had already underestimated one seraph tonight he didn't need to deal with another. Especially when he was wounded, bleeding and not at his peak. He needed blood to heal and that was back at the [i]palazzo[/i]. Hunter turned away from the scene he had taken a few steps forward and then stopped. He turned around looking back at the angel. Humans and vampires were turning up dead from this new drug. The side effects after preliminary testing had shown that the drug made the user stronger, faster and for vampires more powerful. The only thing in legend that was said to do that was angel's blood. Hunter looked at the seraph. He knew that there would be hell to pay if he did this but he could not pass up the opportunity for answers. He scooped her up and brought her back to the palazzo. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Now staring down the future wrath of his king, Hunter was not so certain. 

So instead of making excuses he gave Eli the only detail that would be important to him. "I think that the lycan's are using Seraph's blood to make the drug [i]heat [/i]." That statement alone got Eli's attention. "Are you certain?" Hunter nodded. Eli cursed. He now understood why Hunter had grabbed the angel. He wanted to use her blood to cross reference with the samples of the drug. Now he really could not let the her go. "If you are wrong about this Hunter..." Eli grabbed the vampire's glass knocking back the rest of the remains. "I know Eli there will be hell to pay." He took the glass back pointing him towards the entrance of the interrogation room. Hunter hadn't allowed anyone to speak the angel yet. Not even himself, he left that honor to Eli. "Oh and Eli tell my wildcat I will always remember our night fondly." Eli growled as Hunter saluted him with the empty glass. He really did not like the suggestion in his servants tone. The last thing he needed was for Hunter to throw on the charm and seduce an angel. 

They had way more pressing matters to deal with. He moved towards the door pushing it open. Eli stepped in, than closed the exit behind him. He fully expected a volatile prisoner when he entered. However what he had not expected was to see such a tiny figure occupying his interrogation room. This was the seraph? Hunter hadn't described her yet now he could see why he found her fascinating. She was beautiful.  Her eyes were blue and so vivid. Almost as if they could bewitch you if you looked away. The curls in her hair shaped around her face in a way that made her seem soft and elegant despite the bruises she carried. Eli was almost tempted to touch her but he fought it. Instead he walked past her and took control. "My name is Eli Jarac De'Vol." He began taking one of the two chairs across the table that was present in the room. "I am the king of this coven. Unfortunately..." He paused, motioning to the chair for the angel to take a seat. "...you are my prisoner and I cannot let you go." Eli had no idea his introduction was irrelevant, nor the shock that was about to enter his eternal life.