Secra looked at the bar, only to move past it talking to herself under her breath. Moving along down the streets, she would be walking about two and a half hours through town listening to a cat meowing or people walking into their homes. Not realizing that Vezux was following her through her walk. She made sure to check all the alley ways and the graveyards.

Walking through the alleys she stopped for a break as it had hit closer to three, some people were waking up for the very early shift. With a yawn she moved off the wall stumbling around she walked past the empty warehouses, all were quiet except for one. There was noises of someone throwing and kicking things around. So she decided to step in.

"God fuck, Ill kill that man. That fuckin' bitch is dead." She heard the man shout. Rarely anyone came around this time of night. Looking through the dim lit warehouse, she stepped in trying to not step on anything as she moved closer. Pulling out her gun she stepped forward accidentally kicking a broken piece of a lid. 

"Whos there?" The man called out, "Come out now." Secra moved out into the open her gun up, staring with a cold dead expression. The man stared back at her, "Well, looky here, the bitch who got too drunk. Wheres your little guard? Not with you? Thats alright I will kill him after I kill you." He moved closer picking his own gun out of his pocket.

One shot, two shots, three shots.....

The guns went off as they moved, Secra crouched behind a crate and shot until she was on her last bullet, she had a few grazes and stepped out, both on their last shot she kept her aim as steady as possible. He came out of his hiding spot, both pulling the trigger, she moved quickly and avoided too much damage but took the shot straight to her shoulder. Her bullet struck his stomach but she wasn't stopping there.

She moved forward pulling her knife out, he rushed forward after cursing under his breath at her. Knocking her off balance she slashed at his arm. Knocked into the wall she stabbed down into his shoulder.

She kept stabbing as he held her there, pinned to the wall and grabbing her wrist, she growled at the man, she can clearly see his busted nose and bruised feature as he once more grabbed her neck. Slamming her back into the wall a few times. He watched her eyes roll back blood on the wall from where her head was struck.

He laughed, waiting till she dropped her knife and went limp. He let her go, watching her drop like a dead weight to the floor. Her slammed his foot onto her head. "Done now? Just rot there, and die." He moved his foot kicking her in the chest once more harder before turning to go back to pick up his empty gun.

She quietly lifted herself up, blood on her lips and breathing heavily. She couldn't tell what she was seeing, she saw... a bear of a man... who needed to die. Who deserved to die. Who deserved to not only rot in hell but to be killed over and over. She lost it, her mind was blank and darkened with madness. She stood picking up her knife she walked over to the man who was now stretching, "Time to hunt for the bastard who made a fool of me. Tell that fool hi for me in the afterlife kid." He turned eyes widening, that small girl was standing in front of him. Her eyes dilated and her bloodied lips were curled back into a sinister grin.

"Fuckin hell, how are you still moving?" She slashed with her knife cutting against his chest as he backed up he tripped over the planks that were busted from the crates as she jumped at her chance. Stabbing repeatedly down on his chest neck and even into his skull. When she stabbed his neck and ripped the blade out she was sprayed in the mans filthy blood. She hated him, hated him for everything all her anger was driven through the blade stabbing at his heart, lungs, he let out short cries before twitching until he lost all life from his body. His blood pooling around them she pulled the blade out and stabbed a few more times, destroying his face to where he could not be recognized. Sitting there stradling the dead mans body. She sat there gripping the blade till her knuckles turned white.

Her lips back in a killer grin, she spoke "Say hi to the devil for me." She let out a weird little laugh, staring with blank eyes until she started to cough. Her body hurt, she could hardly see as she looked at dead body she was on and pulled out the knife. On the mans skin right where his shirt covered his chest. She cut down on the fabric and engraved a small pentagram into the mans chest.

As he watched her walking from the bar to the alleys, almost like she was on the hunt, like he would be if he was wanting to devour everything in his path, he sighed, as he saw her finally going into a warehouse, he hopped down quietly, appearing on his feet, on the ground. He was then put his mouth back up consealing himself again. 

as he stood near one of the doors, around the corner, watching her scare the crap out of the man, he raised a brow, seeing her look a bit bored, as she pushed herself away from the wall, turning towards him making him jump in the process, he almost wanted to laugh, but at the same time, he wondered, what had the man started.

He watched her as he gun went off, shot after shot, after shot, he let his head fall to the side, he had never relly seen her fight, but this was kind of cool to see, but at the same time kind of unorthadox, probably? he didn't know what to think of such a seen, but he knew he had to keep watching, to see how it would play out, and if he needed to jump in or not.

As he saw her pull her blade out, which seem to be a small hand knife, somethign you would probably put in your pockets maybe? he didn't know for sure,but watching her lose her mind, made him curiious as too how far she would go to destroy her enemies? she would she go as far as he would? or would she stop? he wanted to find  out a little.

Watching the man grab her by the neck, and choke her, he clenched his hands into fists, clenching his teeth together, trying not to get involved, he knew Secra could handle herself, but this guy was taking it too far, and the man was trying his patients, he started to give out a low growl, as he was about to take a step, but then he saw the tables turn, watching her go completely mad, pretty close to his madness, he raised a brow, as the did their little stance, she seemed to keep stabbing and stabbing him, making shoot blood from his neck.

Then as he heard her say what she did, he couldn't believe she had won that, he took a breath, he hadn't realized he had been holding, as he started back out, leaving, and he jumed back up, onto the roofs, slowly going back to their home.

Arturo emerged slightly from the shadows of the warehouse, of which he had recently entered upon hearing multiple gunshots. He noticed a body laying on the floor, and a dark figure gripping a knife in a quite menacing fashion. He took another step into a spot further illuminated by the moonlight the skylights let through. 

His dark suit and hat let only a slip of his face be shown, until he raised his head to look at the dark figure. He had both of his hands in his pockets. He saw the figure hadn't noticed his presence yet, so he casually asked:

"Excuse me, how are you doing on this evening?" He gestured with a little wave of his hand once the figure turned to the sound of his voice. He wasn't really sure what sort of situation he had stumbled upon, so his right hand gripped the cold metal of his semi automatic pistol within his coat pocket. 

Secra stood picking up her knife and her gun that she had dropped. Covered in blood spatters her blade dripping, she moved shuffling her feet against the ground as to not trip over anything. Her shoulder she didnt feel the pain yet as the adrenaline and the alcohol worked to prevent such the pain. 

She stepped out of the warehouse slowly walking back in the dark avoiding the streetlights as she went on her way. Her hand clenched around the handle of the blade she left some bloodied prints back where the entrance of the warehouse. Outside of the bar there was a few people across the street leaving for their jobs, those innocent people, she felt eyes burning through her skin as she moved on out of the lights. 

Finally back at the HQ she stopped at the steps and looked up at the sky, with a small grumble she dropped to her knees the knife hitting the ground with a metal cling. She needed a break as she gagged up some blood, spitting it out into the grass as she picked the knife up and went back in after unlocking the doors, she made sure to lock it behind her soon as she entered.

apon hearing secra was back in the manor house, he jumped to his balcony and landed on the balcony, that was justo outside his room, as he stepped in, he shut his balcony doors, he had never felt soo annoyed at her behavour, not know what to think of the scene, although he was proud of her, that she could take revenge out, and actually not die in the process.

As if he was pissed off, thought about how she could have waited until she was sober, but then he supposed he wasn't the boss of her, nor did he controll her, she was free do what ever she please. As he sat at his chair, he closed his eyes, trying to relax, he would pretend that he hadn't left, although now he knows that she is safe but if she came to his room, he would have to play doctor, like he used to do for himself.

As he sat there, he wondered if there was a way he could have stopped her, maybe keep her from killing that man, he didn't know if he could become something that he sighed, shaking his head, he didn't how he could confront her, but he didn't want to start anything with her, so he would probably keep his mouth shut.

Arturo noticed the figure's ragged movements as he stood still. She silently got up and exited to the street, ignoring him.

Arturo still followed at a distance, his shoes dimly tapping on the sidewalk. His curiosity piqued, he continued to observe her movements. He felt weird watching her solemnly watch some bar patrons, then she turned back on the move. He wanted to make sure this figure wasn't a risk to anybody, but she seemed to keep to herself as she walked up to the front of a building, some time later. 

She halted out front, which caused Arturo to follow suit parallel across the street. He gave a little frown when she abruptly dropped to her knees, spitting at the ground. He paused all motion, but when she stood up again he felt more at ease. She walked inside the building and closed the door. 

Arturo decided to cross the street and record the address in a small notebook he carried with him. He walked back the way the separated pair had come, noticing a phone booth previously. He called up one of his sources in the city government to find out who owned the building. It was registered to a name Arturo was familiar with, albeit barely. He recognized it as one of the Seattle crews. He ended the call, and dialed up another number. 

The voice on the other end greeted him, to which he replied: "Hey Jim. I need a favor... Can you get a team out to a warehouse tonight? Yeah, I'm in town. Sure, I'll come by tomorrow. Yeah no problem. Here's the address."

Arturo ended the call after he gave Jim the warehouse's address. Arturo figured he'd head back to the hotel, and get some rest after the excitement. Whoever that figure was, she had messed a guy up pretty well. Best not to be on the wrong end of that, he thought to himself. 

Secra stood at the door, staring at the light that was infront of the steps, slowly she made her way upstairs towards the room Vezux stays in. Secra stopped moving when she reached the top, feeling light headed she grumbled to herself at the pain, not wanting to wake anyone up in the HQ. She was feeling the affects of the alcohol, feeling pain, sick and just dirty smelling like a jar of pennies. 

She stopped stannding there at the top landing until she kept moving to Vezux's room. She turned the nob, stepping in. Once inside she shut the door and leaned back against it sliding down to the floor dropping the knife. She closed her eyes, needing a breather her chest hurting from the kicks and her throat was swollen so she grumbled again to herself. Opening her eyes and looking at the window to Vezux's balcony. 

Lifting her hand she looked at the blood her eyes no longer dialated she forced herself to stand. Not wanting to bother Vezux to much she moved over to his personal bathroom, looking at her own reflection in the mirror. She wasnt sure what to do with herself, not too sure what she had done just knowing she had fought with the man... and then it all was black. Her head was heavy and her long white hair was matted with not only her own blood but the mans she turned on the faucet and started trying to scrub the filth off her hands. 

She still seemed confused over a slight voice lingering, but she just could not place it.

apon hearing her come through the main door, trying to make her way up the stairs, he opened his eyes into relaxed slits, as he were to kind of making noises trying to make her way up to his room, as he heard her, hitting her hand against the wall, using the wall for support, like a normal drunken person would, but secra had alcohol poisening, but she wouldn't listen to him.

As he heard his bedroom door being opened, and seeing slide down the wall, he saw her look dead at him, and he noticed she didn't seem to realize he was awake. As she made her way slowly to his bathroom, he raised a brow, he wanted to yell, but he didn't know how to get her to listen to him again...she seemed to be not be needing his help, nor did she seem to take advice when it was necessary, he sighed, feeling upset and frustrated at the choices she seemed to be making.

Although he loved her very much, he still seemed to be frustrated with her, as he could see she was struggling, he sighed, he slowly got up, and opening his eyes fully, seeing her trying to clean everything that she made a mess of, he shook his head, as he then grabbed a wash cloth, he raised a brow, has he soaked it in therag cleaning her face a little, as he started to clean her neck gently.

Secra sat scrubbing her hands as the sinks water turned red, she didnt hear vezux creep up on her. With a sudden jump as he got the rag wet and started washing her face she flinched. She looked at the mirror again seeing the disappointment on Vezux's face. She herself was upset, looking back at the water.

She mumbled to Vezux, "C..can you go to my room and just get me something to wear.... I need a shower..." She did not lift her eyes from the water. Her whole body ached, but she also knew she needed to clean up before she could try and sleep. All she wanted now was sleep, just.... sleep.... She lightly tried to push vezux to the door of the bathroom, at the very least to get her something to change into when she was done washing off the blood from her hair and body... her clothes soiled with the mans filthy blood.

As He watched her try to scrub her hands, he thought maybe there were being scrubbed until he bled, he didn't know what to think of that, he sighed, as their eyes met, seeing she was looking at him, he shook his head, as she looked down back at the water, he heard ask him to go get something clean for her to wear, he nodded, not speaking, afraid he might yell at her, as she was pushing him a little, he sighed, as he went to go get her something.

As he left for her to jump in the shower, he went to her a pair of panties, and then went to his closet and grabbed on of his t-shirts, since she wore his shirts anyway, he almost chukled, he then walked to the bathroom door, notllong her way, and put her stuff on the counter, and put a clean towel for her as well, with her clothes.

As he walked out, while she was either getting in the shower, or in the shower, he outside the bathroom,standing near the door, keeping it a crack, as he leaned against the wall, he sighed as he waited for her to finish. "So how do you fel?" He asked her loud enough for her to hear, but keeping his voice kind of dead, afraid he would scare her, seeing as he was mad at her, he didn't want to yell at her.

Secra had stepped into the shower, muttering answers quietly out to him. Trying to make sense of what she did, "T...thanks..." She had to turn the water onto hot to stay awake, and get the blood off of her and out of her hair. "Just... hurts.... and tired." She mumbled her response. She groaned in pain waiting till the water was running clear off her body before stepping out and starting to dry off. 

Once her shower was done and she dried off she put on the clothes she was given and stood at the door. Unsure if she wanted to open it or not. Looking at the knob she slowly pushed open the door, standing in the frame she slowly moved over, to the bed and sat on its edge. "S...sorry. " Her normally pinned back hair was loose and dragging on the floor, she pushed it over her shoulder and kept her eyes at the floor.

"Yeah...I can imagine." He kept with up the pretenses of small talk, he zeroed in on her las shirt on the floor, he remembered she had gotten bullet in her shpulder, as he walked over to the bed, not looking at her face, as he walked over to her slowly, knowing that if he looked at her face, his anger would disappear, he then moved the neck part of her shirt to see how deep the bullet was.

Seeing how deep it was, he walked over to his medical cabinet, and grabbed his kit, as he then set on his bed side table, he bent down, as he opened the kit, grabbing what looked to be like something like tweezers but bigger and maybe a small knife, as he grabbed the medical knife, and he also grabbed her a small bottle of rum, he sighed, "This will hurt, so I need you to drink this." He said, as he set down the knife, popping the cork, taking a huge gulp, and then poured some on the wound to clean it, and then he handed the vottle to her.

As he handed the bottle to her, he grabbed the knife, and hoping she grabbed the bottle, he cut open the bullet hole a little bit more, and then set down the knife, and grabbed the pinchers, and dug in a little and grabbing the bullet pulling it out, as he set in a his metal garbage can, and grabbed a some padding and held it there, to stop the bleeding, the grab some cloth, and covered her wound and the padding, and tied it around her shoulder tight, so it would hold the pressure, as he finished, he poured a little alcohol in it and lit it up a little letting the blood burn.

As he finished, and put everything back, and took the rum from her, and put it away, he sighed, as he moved away from her, still upset he pinched the bridge of his nose, "What are you sorry for?" He asked, trying to not give anything way.

Secra sat letting him examine her bullet wound, after the severity was determined she sat watching him go to the cabinet and grab his kit. Hearing him open the kit and take out different tools and a bottle of rum she stared at it. 

She took the bottle when it was handed to her, taking a drink as she felt the warm feeling of the alcohol. She coughed, even though it would numb the pain for a bit. As he cut the knife into the wound and dug out the bullet she let out a cry of pain. Trembling as he covered the wound with padding and wrapped it.

She sat watching him move away and seeing him upset made her feel way worse then before. "I am sorry for not listening to you..." She took a breath slouched forward. "I should have stayed..." She slipped off the bed and stumbled towards Vezux, pressing her head against him. She did not mean to, she just hated the man. "Vezzy... is the man...." She trailed off, "Never mind..." She let out a breath.

Still hearing her cry in pain, it rain in his head, as it always did, he squeezed his eyes closed, as he had turned around, seeing her tremble, almost if she was shaking, he sighed, clenching his teeth together, he probably was a little harsh, he was starting to let his anger kind of fade as he shook his head.

His eyes widened as he watched her slide off the bed, and stumble towards him, hearing her apology, he sighed, as he used his pinky to kind of scratch his head, letting his head down, as she would press her head against him, he leaned down, wrapping his arms around her, he could never stay made at her, she made him too soft, he sighed as he kissed her forehead, "You are forgiven..."He said, softly, as he picked her up, and put her into bed, he laid there with her, he still wearing his blue leather outfit, and he still had his mouth mask on along with his blue sweater.

"I can't stay mad at you for too long....I love you sweetie...but you need to think of why I am keeping you from doing certain things....please?" He stated softly, curlying her up to his chest, as his hair as he pulled out his hair, letting it fall over his chest, sprawled out all over the bed, and around her.

Secra stayed still as he leaned down and hugged her softly with a kiss on her forehead. She listened to his voice, picked up and set on the bed. Her eyes stayed watching him until she let herself fall asleep against his chest. Breathing softly as he got himself ready to just relax. She gave a small nod, "I will..." She mumbled finally falling asleep her forehead on his chest.

Dreaming of the knifes glint in the dim light of the warehouse that night. The smell of blood overwhelmed the musky scent of the place. She sat in her dream hearing the gunshots, feeling the pain. She stayed pressed against Vezux as she sighed softly. Remembering those questions of the night before. She asked herself why did i do it?

As the the night started to brighten, he could see the sun, shining through his windows, as he lay there, he didn't sleep mugh, he didn't really need it, as he lay there listening to her breath, and sighing in her sleep, he lay there looking up at the ceiling, feeling a little unsettled as to why that man had even targeted her in the first place.

He sighed, as the morning started to peek, he could imagine she might wake up with a hangover, and if she didn't she was very lucky, he sighed, as he put a pillow under her, and started to scoot out of bed, he wrapped her up in his blankets. He then grabbed his clothes, and and went to his bathroom, and shut the door, and turning on the water and letting it run.

As he turned on the water, he let it run, getting warmer, as he got undressed, he then stepped into the shower, letting the water hit his skin soaking him, he then started to quickly wash his hair, and rinsing it, then moving to his body, and the last of the soap slid off his body, he kind of stood there relaxing, stuck in his mind, just a bit, then as he stood there for a few minutes, he had then turned off the water, and stepped out, pulling a towel as he started to dry off, and dry his hair.

As he finished, he then started to get dressed slowly as lastnight events kept running through his head, he wondered why the man had went so far? maybe he was had went too far as well, but he also wondered why she needed to use her gun on the guy, when he had  clearly broken the mans nose, well he was lucky that is all he had gotten, but maybe not, because he could no longer harm anyone else, because she had killed him.

She muttered under her breath as a pillow ended up underneath her. Bundled up in a blanket, she felt Vez slip away off the bed from her. She turned over a couple times sleeping and letting out soft little groans until she ended up back on the side she originally fell asleep on.

Thinking and trying to make some sense of what happened last night she wasnt too sure. But it was done and over, she turned over face down into the pillow. Hugging the pillow tight as she continued to sleep as morning came.

Alcohol poisoning, shot, practically strangled and with a few cracked ribs, she was alright. But she continued to sleep until the middle of the after noon rolling around until she was comfortable for a bit.

As he started to get dressed her wore royal blue leather pants, and royal blue t-shirt, and he then out on his socks anf black boots, he his shirt had long sleeves, as he stepped out of the bathroom, putting his dirty clothes in the dirty laundry. As he came out he then walked over to his closet and grabbed another royal blue sweater, again with a head, and fur at the edge of that hood, he put it on, and put on his mouth mask, keeping his mouth covered, infront of the other crew mates, because after all he wasn't human, and he didn't need his four sets of fangs showing.

As he then looked at his bed seeing Secra tossing and turning, he started to work a little, in and out of his room making sure everything was getting done, while she was sleep, kind of just trying to get hi mind off lastnight, keeping everyone quiet, knowing she barely slept, he then had a bottle of rum 151 in his stache, and poured his canteen a little, and put it away, as he started to sip a little from his canteen.

as the monring started to turn to noon, he was now by this time back in his room, doing work that he had gotten behind on, he would everyonce and awhile look over and see his goober sleeping, as he worked, he smiled, shaking his head, hoping she would wake up soon, but he still didn't want to wake her.

Secra laid there turning over until she finally woke up staring at the pillow she was hugging. Her hair a mess and wrapped around her she sat up slowly. Looking around she let out a small groan before sliding off the bed and walking over towards Vezux. Rubbing her eyes she looked at the work he was doing.

She didnt have much to say after just waking up. Though she wrapped her arms around Vezux and sighed softly. "Do you have any objections to me going out today for some air?" She looked at him, knowing he was still upset but she didnt want to make him as mad. Her throat was bruised up but the swelling had gone down, her breaths were shorter currently to avoid pain from the cracked ribs. She waited for Vez to answer her.

As He continued to work getting alot of paper work done, more than he normally did, he heard secra waking up, as he stretched a little, he looked over slightly, and then went back to work, thinking maybe she was turning over, and as he heard his bed move, he kind of gave a little small smile, as he jotted a few things down.

Then suddnly heard her setting up, he let her wake up, the looked over at her from the corner of his eye, and then he looked back down, as he bit his lip softly, then he heard her familiar padded feet hit the floor, then as he heard her walked towards him, he looked up, seeing she was off the bed.

He then felt her wrapping her arms around him, he looked up, as he almost melted from her touch, he pulled down his mouth mask, and turned to look at her, "No actually, I was thinking of going myself...but I wanted to wait for you...if you wouldn't mind." He said, softly, as he noticied she noticed she was going around him like she was on eggshells, he sighed, as he pulled her into his lap, as he set his pen down. 

"I can't seem to stay mad at you...I never could...you just gave a scare, and then ontop of that, you almost got yourself killed, althouht I understand why you are mad, which I probably would have done the same, that's why I let you go...and I was disappointed that you went out the same night instead of waiting when you were sober...but either way...I understand because he took something from you...or tried to ...so it's not like I condone it while you are in that state." He said, sighing, as he kissed her forehead.