Kay Hale, a 31 year old red head who found herself back in the States after trying to live back home in the UK. Things were just fine and dandy for a while for her until things started getting hectic and confusing. She wasn't safe anymore and thus found herself running and making her way to the States in the hope that she would be safer than back on UK soil. That wasn't the case in the slightest however as she just found herself in even more danger as it turned out a lot more of the downworld knew of her bloodline than even she did. "[b]I'm not sure we're safe here Kay[/b]" the voice she nicknamed Fee in her spoke. It was a soaking wet night and she was curled up under a canopy in an alleyway. It was freezing cold making her pull her oversized biker jacket tightly around her as best she possibly could. To say this night sucked would be an utter understatement. "[i]Fee I know but we got no choice, it's pissing it down with rain, there's no shelter with free space.. Again so it's this shit hole dry patch on the ground or nowhere.[/i]" she replied in thought back, wishing she didn't have to have this conversation as it was always the same and it gave her the biggest migraines. She just wanted to be dry and warm, both of which she was far from but she too couldn't deny that maybe.. Just maybe her other self had a valid point. She wasn't safe where she was, in fact Fee was one hundred percent correct this time round. Something had tracked her aura scent and was hot on her tail, the biggest question would be whether or not she could easily escape or receive help when it came to it. She pulled her jacket tighter round her small frame if it was even possible, the rain soaking her feet and having already soaked her red to yellow hair before they found cover. She was starting to shiver and really regretting stopping here. The shivering causing her back to activate her wings and wrap right round her. Little did she know that her phoenix ability would set off an alert for a master of the dark arts. 

--John's House--

Chas reading a newspaper when he noticed out the corner of his eye on the table he was sat on a blood spot appear on the map that his best friend used for scrying. Which he knew could only mean one thing...danger was lurking and would need his friend's help, or something with a large magic tag was alerting the map. "hey John! Something has come up on the map! About twenty minutes from here!" he called out, wondering what his friend was even up to. He looked at the blood spot and it looked different to the normal marks, there was a glowing ring around it which he was certain had never happened before." John! You really need to see this! "he called out again.