Th witching hour (Axel Rosen)

[Ursula Wolfe]

The sound of animals and insects fills the air, as well as the soft sound of breathing and the crunch of the damp ground beneath her 6" heels. Ursula gave off a soft sigh, she was careful to not be too loud with her breathing, she kept her breathing soft, deliberate, so that if it was picked up by the recorder in her hand, it would be easy to know it was her and not what she hunted. Yes, she was a hunter, not your average hunter though. She was a paranormal hunter, the kind that looked for ghosts and goblins and ghouls. Well maybe not goblins and ghouls. Anything though that couldn't be explained by logic. That was her cup of joe.

The wind caught some of her bangs, causing them to dance across her face and into her eyes for a moment before she brushed them back. She tucked the ends into the side of her bright red hair band then reached back to make sure that her pony tail was still in perfect order. Just because it was night, just because she was alone in a cemetery, did not mean she would get her looks go. Her hair was done in a mix of punk and fifties pin up girl style. She was dressed somewhat warmly, yes, she had lived her whole life in Canada so she was used to the cool climate but still, her usual red shorts and white top weren't good for hunting.

Instead she was in a pair of black skinny-leg jeans, a thin, long sleeved, black, cotton top and a black, grey and red plaid vest jacket. In all truth, in the winter, the outfit she was wearing would do little to protect her from the elements, but it was summer here now. Her red heels stepped down on a twig and caused her to jump. Usually she was pretty good about watching her step, especially when she was hunting and any sound could be interpreted as a 'sign' of a haunting. That's why she was here, in Harper Rock, in a graveyard, at night. She was looking for signs of the paranormal like she had heard rumors of there being.

For months now she had been trying to find evidence of ghosts or other paranormal events from the net back in her home town of Aurora, but even her boss, with his many 'contacts' couldn't find anything. So he sent her, knowing that Ursula was great at connecting with her spiritual side. Only problem was, in order to do that, she would have to be sent to Harper Rock. She took a few more steps than stopped, lifting a camera with her free hand to take a picture. The flash went off, so she knew they would see 'orbs'. Orbs were nothing more than dust that the light of a flash reflected off... Ninety percent of the time anyways. She took a few more shots then tucked the camera away inside her pocket.

"Is there someone with me tonight?" Ursula asked the dead air. She waited a few minutes to give any 'spirit' a chance to speak before she asked, "people talk about the things that happen here, do you know what they are talking about?" Her voice was calm and even, almost musical in the way her pitch rose and fell with each word. As if working some spell. The spell would come later. Witching hour later. 3am. For now, it was time for the dead to have their say. At least, she hoped. "When did you Die?" She asked as she took another step then stopped. "How did you die?" She waited, her bright blue eyes scanning the darkness of the cemetery. "How many of there are you?" She asked again, the recorder in her hand still recording every sound that could possibly be made. Pushing her dark bangs away from her face once more she turned and started for another part of the cemetery, her eyes looking over the date of the deceased. One caught her eye, it was so sad. The kid was as old as her little brother. Only ten years old. She kneeled down and moved her hand to brush away some of the dirt on the in ground tombstone. Poor girl, whoever she was.

"Tia, are you here?" She asked with a sweeter tone, the kind you would use around a young child. "What happened to you sweetie?" She asked in that same ebb and flow that sounded more like a spell than just normal talking. Ursula was hoping that if anything, if anyone, came through tonight on the recorder, it would be this child. The death of a child always got to her, especially if it was a rather horrific death. When she got back to her hotel room she would have to look it up while she was playing back the recording and looking back at the pictures. She stopped for a moment, then stood and pulled the camera out of her pocket again, she took a series of shots before the camera was once again tucked away. "Tia? Is there a message you would like to have me pass on to your parents?" She asked nicely, glancing at her watch to see what time it was. It was barely eleven pm.

[Axel Rosen]

Flashes of light like sparks in the night have his attention as he takes himself from the mausoleum. He watches them, the bright illumination that takes his attention from what he’s doing for a moment. He has fed, sure, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t go investigate what the human is doing. In all honesty this person out there could be poking their nose around looking for evidence of vampires and that just cannot be allowed. He makes his across the small distance of grass before he reaches the first tombstone facing toward the catacombs, and then look at her. Glancing her over for a minute he shakes his head. She’s got a camera, flashlight, etc, but it seems that she’s not dressed properly for what she’s doing. The heels, were those necessary for going out into a graveyard at night? To each their own, he supposes, but still it seems a little out of places to him. The outfit is nowhere near as bad as the heels though. It seems that she has made some effort to blend into the night air. The only thing that is out of place is the red vest like item, that draws attention to her, but everything else just sort of blends as she goes out a distance away from him. She jumps and he chuckles a little bit, noticing that it was a misplaced foot that had been the cause of such a reaction.

More flashes of light taking pictures of the graves and he wonders for a minute what it is that she’s taking a picture of. Maybe she can see what he cannot, wraiths and spirits out here in the real world. He’s heard of some that can do that, even humans like her. Some humans have the ability to see the dead. Axel doesn’t have this ability so sometimes he wonders if he is alone when he thinks that he is, it’s never too certain in Harpers Rock. There it is, as he listens to her from a distance, she speaks into the air and he shakes his head. Though he’s unsure that she can see into the darkness and see spirits, he feels that it’s time that he sort of reveal himself and what better way to reveal himself then answer her questions. It could be humorous to play this game with her.

Still in the distance, walking between the rows of headstones, he opens his mouth in response to her first question, though he does let her get through all the questions she has to ask. “Someone with you? Perhaps though I get the feeling it’s not who or, what rather, you are looking for.” His tone is a little snarky, not really understanding the whole ghost hunting thing that people do. Why go hunting for things that are dead and most often can’t really answer questions anyway. Most spirits are brain dead loops of their former selves. Most time wraiths are often the same; however there are some wraiths that have their moments to be willful and intelligent. To her next question, he has to remember it for a second, as he wants to answer them in order to keep cohesion on his way to stepping toward her.

“There are several things that happen here, much of them are just gang activities claiming to be something more.” He likes this answer as it doesn’t give too much away, but he wants to tell her to go back home to where ever she is from if she’s not from here. It would be best for her to not stick her nose in places where it does not belong. “Died? Do I look dead to you?” He glances down at himself for a second and then chuckles a little bit. Finally he is closing the distance between them so that she could see him. The leather jacket covered in patches and words with studs on it. The ripped pants with black shoes with one skull on the side of each. “If I were to have died it probably would have been at the hands of a monster, you know one of the gangsters in the city.” He keeps answering the questions in order because it makes him smile, though once he is a close enough to her, he takes a seat on a tombstone. The cool rock is a bit uncomfortable but he doesn’t plan on being here much longer than he has to in order to make a point. The point being that she shouldn’t stick her nose where it doesn’t need to be.

The question of how many there are of him makes him smile and he wants to shake his head at her. “Right now there are only two of us out here. Me and you. That is an odd question to ask, are you blind?” Now he’s toying with her, being an *** to see if she would go home. Though he hopes she doesn’t take a picture of him. Because while he is sitting on the tombstone, his shadow is at his feet, hanging upside down in the opposite direction of which the moon is shining. He looks down at it, briefly, because it should be behind him with the shadow of the grave ornament. He thinks about the next question as he sees the name on the stone that he is sitting on. “What you say Tia? You here?” He holds his hand to his ear, and tilts his head down so that it is as if he is listening to the grave. “No response… Seems my medium powers are failing me. And possibly you too?”

His eyes fall down to his shadow once more and he wants to yell at it, give it a directive of what to do. Though, he’s sure that it won’t listen to him. Not in the slightest, so he keeps up this facade of being someone that cares a little bit about what she is doing with her camera out here. “So you know that Harpers Rock has a curfew, yes?” If this is true or not he doesn’t know, he just says it to see if he can get her to go back to where she came from. Just so much nosing around could be a bad thing in this city. If it’s not vampire then it’s gangster, if it’s not gangsters then t’s blood thieves, if not blood thieves, paladins, all of which don’t want anyone nosing around in their personal business, he’s sure of this.

[Ursula Wolfe]

A voice, in the night, it called to her. But not in that ethereal, 'ghostly' way. Not this was someone actually speaking to her. Making fun of her obviously by the way he answered the questions meant for the EVP session. She turned in the direction and sighed, glaring into the night, her blue eyes bright as jewels looking for the person in question. All she saw was darkness for a while. It was odd, the way the man hid in shadows, behind tombstones and crypts. It wasn't just creepy, it was annoying as all hell. She took a step toward the voice, hoping to hunt whoever it was down so that she could smack him around. If it was one thing that irked her, it was narrow-minded asses that thought that they were the only ones in the world. That the world revolved around them. When obviously it revolved around her. Well, not really, but she was vain enough that people trying to test her intelligence and sanity pissed her off.

A soft growl, not really threatening but speaking of how bugged she was left her ruby lips. Then the voice was speaking about a gang, that was what was the cause. ********! Yes, when she got to the city she had seen the news in the papers about gangs and such, but gangs didn't do what this guy was claiming they were. The weird shadows, the weird sightings that people were talking about. That wasn't gangs, gangs shot people up, harassed people, stole, and all kinds of other crap. A gang that did what he claimed would be a laughing stock. "********." She said softly, wondering if man would hear her, she hoped he did so that he would see she's not falling for the unbelievable bull he was spouting to her. She glanced down at the recorder and shut it off. The whole last part of the EVP was ruined thanks to this butt munch. Thankfully though, finding evidence of the paranormal was only one part of the whole experience.

He finally stepped out of the shadows, his last question on her mind. No, he definitely did not look dead to her. Tatted, yes, from just the bit of him she could make out in the dark, but not dead. She stood her ground, clearly not scared of him. "If you had died I am sure you would have passed on, not continue to haunt this place. And I doubt you'd look perfectly healthy." She snarked back. "Maybe a bit pale, but who isn't pale in Canada?" She asked hypothetically. Then he started toying with her, and under any other circumstances, she would have let him while toying back.

She did so love to flirt, it amused her so. At this moment though, she was in work mode. And he had just messed with her job. So needless to say she was more annoyed than anything else. Ursula watched this male as he at on the tombstone. Even though she wasn't Catholic or Christian, it seemed wrong, almost like he was disgracing the dead person by using the person's last mark on the world as a bench. She didn't say anything though. She just watched him in silence before noticing that he was staring at his feet. She glanced in the same direction but didn't pay any attention to what he was looking at.

When he started to mock Tia she smirked softly and just shook her head. "It takes a person with an open mind to hear the dead." She said in a more normal tone, though her voice still rose and fell with that musical way that made her snide comment seem almost normal. "And I've never been a medium." She said as she turned slightly and lifted the camera up to take a panoramic of the area. Taking a shot then shifting, another shot, another shift, another and another until she had done a full circle.

She looked at him, as he mentioned a 'curfew' and again, her ******** radar went off. Not just because she could usually tell when people were just blowing it out of their ***, but because he had been toying with her already and on her way here she had seen far too many people out on the streets. There was also something off about him. He didn't act like he was shy or uneasy but he kept looking at the ground at his feet. She looked and wondered what he was looking at. Did she just see a shadow move? She shook her head and looked again. "Did you see that?" She asked him as she lifted her bright blue eyes to his face. Ursula still seemed calm, she had to be, she had been around far scarier things than shadow people while hunting ghosts and other ominous presences.

She looked between humans the shadow again, trying to get her eyes to readjust after all the photos she had just taking.

She turned to look around for a moment and then looked back at him. "Is there a river near by?" She asked, her tone totally serious. It common knowledge that running water could be a cause of paranormal activity because it was a way for ghosts to absorb and use energy to manifest into this world. Perhaps that shadow was that? There could be no other explanation since her camera was still working. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out her phone, lighting up the screen. Nope, it was fine too. Which was good because she was going to have to make a call as soon as she left the cemetery. She tucked that back into her pocket and sighed. Looking around, listening and looking at everything.

[Axel Rosen]

Her words are soft yet with a tint of annoyance as she speaks back to him and it only makes him grin more. With this grin he keeps his mouth shut to where he doesn't show his teeth. He doesn’t want the millipede in the orifices of his body to show itself, especially when he knows where it is at the correct moment. It’s at that point where the mouth meets with the nasal cavities. Her tone is like candy to him, where she’s annoyed and it makes him grin a little bit, not wanting to interrupt her just yet. It seems to Axel that he has struck a nerve about her current hobby or whatever it is that she’s doing out here in a graveyard. When she says that she’s never been a medium he wants to ask what she is doing out here to begin with then. The vampire doesn't bother, it’s more fun to continue the conversation, annoy her into going back and leaving the place where some vampires call home. “You must be very open minded then?” His tone is still just as teasing.

She notices the shadow at his foot and what it does when the light hits it. His shadow has retracted away from his foot and he takes a breath for a second. “No. I didn’t see anything.” He keeps eye contact, keeps his voice calm and the tone the same, he doesn’t want her to think he’s lying to her this time as it is a big deal. He stands up and moves away from the tombstone so that he is standing with his weight on one foot. Pacing back and forth he hopes his shadow is following suit, but when he looks he can tell that it isn’t. It’s misbehaving as usual. He can see it mixing and blending with other shadows, refusing to base itself at his feet rather being a foot away from where it should be. Finally, taking a rather long step the man bridges the gap between him and his shadow so that they are together again. Come one, tell me she didn’t see that. This is the overwhelming thought. Here he is trying to get rid of her and it’s like his shadow is trying to get her to investigate further.

Her next question isn’t something that he had even considered to be a problem or gain for her. Then again he’s not really sure how ghosts work, as he’s sure that’s what she’s looking for. “Yes there is a river, moving through the entire city.” He paces around her again, this time his shadow stays in step with him at least for now. The woman before him seems to be quiet, at least for the time being so he starts to walk toward where the river is. “It’s a few districts over, I believe, down near Westwall.” His shadow stays before him though the moon should be making it cast behind him. “Do you know where that is?”

[Ursula Wolfe]

She ignored that question about her being really open minded. Yes, she was, but telling him that would just be like giving a spoiled child candy. It only awards the bad behavior. That is something that she didn't do. She didn't do it with her dog Jetsom, her cat Ray, or her little brother Eric. Well, in truth, Eric was her parents problem. He was, in many ways, just like her. He acted like a good little boy, but manipulation was family trait. Instead she kept going with her pictures, stopping once in a while to look at the display. Really though it was too dark, or the flash too bright, to make out much. But she could swear that shadow was moving around. The guy claimed that he didn't see anything and again her ******** alarm went off. He saw something, he was just to 'macho' to actually admit it. That or he knew something and didn't want to tell her. The former seemed more likely though.

When he mentioned the river, she looked up at him, watching him with a watchful eye, the way he walked, especially as he took a bigger than normal step. She didn't blow it off, now she wanted to know what he knew, but instead of making it seem like she was going to beg for it, she would find her own way to get her answers, one way or another. She licked her full red lips then nodded her head. "If its as far off as you say it is, then that wouldn't be the cause of all the activity I have been seeing since..." She stopped at looked at him. Since he had shown up. No, it had something to do with him. "It might explain other parts of the rumors I have been hearing." She said as she glanced around, her eyes searching the ground to see the other dull shadows that were cast upon the ground.

"Guess I'll just have to call in my boss and the rest of the team so that we can cover more ground." She said, glancing at the guy. She had a theory, this was her testing it. His answer would tell her if she was right or not. Ursula took a few steps closer to the tombstone that he had been sitting on, her camera taking pictures here and there. There was a weird sound off in the distance, it sounded almost like a growl. She turned in the direction to see if she could see anything but she didn't. "Definitely going to need to call in the rest of the crew, maybe even some friends of ours from Rhode Island as well. I think this place is right up their proverbial alley." She said, more talking to herself than him, though she was watching him, watching his reactions.

Then she pushed her camera away and pulled out her cell phone, looking at the time. She had a long, long wait. Then her blue eyes, shimmering like water because of the pale light of the moon, looked at the male again. "You know, you can try to scare me away from this place, but I'm not leaving till I do what I came to do. And I can't do it for another few hours so your trying to spook me off isn't going to work." She said, her tone crystal clear, she wouldn't leave till she could do what she wanted to do. Ursula had her stubborn moments, but even stubborn as she was, it was clear that she was persistent and willing to suffer whatever for what she wanted or wanted to do.

"Why are you so insistent that I leave hmm?" She asked, clearly onto him. Or at least, on to the fact that he knew way more than he was letting onto.

[Axel Rosen]

Stopping in his tracks he turns to look at her when she says something about the river being too far away for it to really do anything. He stretches his calves and it’s like his shadow feels his current nervousness about where the conversation. Blue eyes watching her face, he can almost seen the neurons connecting to the problem solving center of the brain that people talk about. That look that she has just gotten an epiphany. He starts to wonder what other rumors she has heard, because those things might be what he doesn’t want her to investigate further. Most of the rumors he has heard about Harpers Rock are about vampires. Even when he was human these rumors seemed to follow him, just as they still linger in every club and apartment building. His eyes look down at his shadow, trying to will it to remain calm, not to lash out, not to attack her. He has seen his sire’s shadow do this numerous times. His hasn’t yet, no. His shadow seems to be more of a trickster, going out of it’s way to make things complicated for him. Still, he is looking down at it, as if silently saying, ‘please don’t do it, not now’.

His eyes go wide for a second when she says something about bringing more people into the area to hunt for supernatural. With enough people combing the area they would probably find what they’re looking for, and if they find it, they will probably all die. This part doesn’t really bother Axel, humans, most of them are waste. Less than wastes, undeserving of the cellular structure that makes their body. There are others, some that don’t so much shine, but are so dark, they seem to suck in all the light around them. He runs his hands down the front of his pants as if washing his hands of what she’s saying. What attracted him to Renee, he could tell someone if they asked. Her hunger, her drive, the will to live. Who else would bring a bat into an alleyway where two people could be fighting with knives or guns. He’s not sure where this woman before him falls yet. As of right now she’s meddlesome, yet rather investigative and could be of use. Why these thoughts are in his mind as of now, are beyond him. Shade like a spectre moves away from his feet a half a foot.

Rather than out himself as a supernatural being, more so than his shadow has already done to him this evening, he takes a step away. Pivoting on his heels he decides that it’s better than continuing this conversation. One hand comes from his pocket and he waves her off from behind his shoulder. “Alright, you do whatever you need to”, he pauses for a second once he is on the fringe of the darkness. Where he is, knowing that if he takes a few more steps away from her he could disappear from sight. There is no doubt in his mind that should he need to he can moves faster than she can. His feet could pound earth until he was home at the Veil towers. He finishes his thought, “Just know that most people that poke around out here, don’t usually go home.” He gives her his warning then takes a step back. Disappearing, Axel makes sure to moves back into the Mausoleum, then into the catacombs, then into the sewers. The tunnel ways would be sure to lead him to the apartment building that he lives in.

[Ursula Wolfe]

She watched him, like a hawk one might say. The way he moved, the way he didn't. He had stopped moving at he words, and inside things triggered. She was vane, she knew it, but she had an uncanny way of reading people when she watched them. She could see she got to him, the way he stopped and stared at her, then he was looking at the ground again. Almost as if he knew the shadow person was there. Still, she could tell he knew more than what he was letting onto, but when he turned to walk off. It was fine with her, she did have things to do and she was mildly put off by the guy constantly trying to scare her away from her job. His last words hung in the air, she stared after him. That sounded a lot like a threat to her. Still, she didn't bite, she wasn't that hard up for information she could find out for herself. He stepped into the darkness and seemed to disappear. Like, literally vanish into the shadows. She would have to have her eyes checked when she got back home. There was no way someone could just vanish like that. She shook her head and turned to go about her business.

She continued to walk along the cemetery, documenting anything that seemed to stick out to her, both with the camera and the micro recorder that she held in her hand. She was tempted to pull out her phone and use the EMF reader app she had, but then she felt the vibration of the phone in her back pocket. It was time, the witching hour. Three in the morning. The hour when the veil between the realm of the living and the dead was thinnest, when the spirits would be most willing to lend their strength to whatever ritual a witch was casting that night. Tonight though, she wasn't doing a spell for anything but answers. That is what she was seeking, answers to her questions.

Ursula tucked her camera and recorder back into her pockets and started into the center of the cemetery where she had found an opening in the trees. A place that let the moonlight touch her milky skin, to glimmer off her dark hair, lighting up the red highlights. Ursula pulled out white candles, a bound bunch of sage, a small disk and a scrying pendulum. With the sage and candles lit, she began to hold the pendulum over the disk her hand unmoving as she began to chant softly. The words were soft but were commanding as well, the notes seemed to dance on the air much like the smoke from the burning bundle of sage. Her eyes closed as the pendulum began to sway and circle around the disk, her chanting continuing into the night. Then her eyes opened and a wicked, Cheshire Cat grin came to her face, her eyes were almost lit from the inside with the knowledge of her answers.

Lips the shade of a red rose puckered together as she leaned in and a soft breath blew out the candles and the lit sage. She tucked everything away where she had them before and stood up.

The next morning, blue hues shifted to the desk where she had her computer set up, along with a small, portable printer, and other things she needed for going over evidence of the paranormal in her hotel room. She hopped out of bed like someone had pinched her *** and moved over to the desk, loading up everything onto her computer so that she could review it all. Headphones on, pictures up, she listened to her EVP session, even the part that had her talking with that weird guy. A guy she was currently staring at. Or rather, she was staring at the shadow that he was 'casting' it wasn't right. It wasn't normal. She sighed softly as she stroked the screen. The EVPs came up with nil but the photos. She hit the print button and picked up her phone, hitting the speed dial for her boss. "Hey boss man! I think I have something that makes this place a heavy contender for our next group hunt. Get back to me when you get this" she said then hung up the phone.

As the pictures printed, she got up and looked at the time. It would be night again soon and she was in the mood to check out the night life, see what other weird things she could pry out of the locals. It was always amazing what she could hear from locals when they were drunk as proverbial skunks. She looked at all the outfits she brought with her, trying to decide what she wanted. When she did she picked up her phone and called up the Foursquare app to see where the bars were. When she picked one out she tossed her phone back on her bed and glanced at the photos on her desk, she doubted she would find that dude again. In fact, her chances of finding him were not just a needle in a hay stack, but a needle in a barn the size of Rhode Island full of hay. Still, she'd take the photos, one never knew which way the pendulum could swing. She sighed and walked into the bathroom to get ready.

[Axel Rosen]

The bar is full of smoke and shadows and he can sit in the darkness and be, for the most part, left alone. His inked form tends to blend into the bar scene. It’s just the way he looks. It looks as if he was born there. All the tattoos rolling up on a motorcycle, really just sort of seal the deal. He pushes the front door open and it’s just that he imagined it. It’s the very smoke filled bar that he has been to before. His fingers move into his pockets to hide his fingers from the world. His eyes scan around and at first he doesn’t see her, but he can smell her, that scent from the other night in the graveyard. It’s under the smog of the smoke and the grime of body odor. He doesn’t understand why she just didn’t get the hint to go somewhere else to hunt ghosts or whatever the **** it is she’s here to do. Instead of worrying about it he takes himself to the side tables and sits down. His hands come together before him and fold over one another. Each finger twines with the other before he finally finds her. His eyes lock with the back of her head and watches for a few moments. One hand breaks away from the other to drum the table a bit.

Waving over a one of the patrons he looks at him and asks him to send the woman a drink. The man walks over, puts down Axel’s money on the counter. He orders the lady whatever she desires and then points to the pale figure in the darkness of the corner. The human male tells Ursula that a tattooed man has sent this for her. This is his favorite seat in the little place. He feels that this one little booth with a table in the corner of this bar is the darkest in all the bars in the city. The vampire wouldn’t know for sure because he doesn’t go out to clubs, bars, taverns, or pubs enough for it to really matter to him. This just seems to be where he hangs out if he were to do that. It’s because this bar is relatively close to the catacombs, the place where he hangs out. He wonders how she will be receptive to the idea of getting a drink from a stranger in the corner. He just sits and waits, looking at the bar to see what her reaction will be or if she will even turn around to face him at all.

He mouths the words, “Come here”, though he’s sure that she can’t see him. His face is more than halfway hidden in the shades of the booth and the corner of the room. His hands find one another again, so that they lace within the other. Feet tapping to the beat of the music that is playing from a jukebox on the other side of the room, his head tilts to the side, getting tired of waiting. The fact that she is still here in Harpers Rock, sticking her nose around in places where it doesn’t belong is really starting to get to him too. Especially if she’s going to keep going to places that he hangs out at while she’s here. It’d be different if she were just here hunting ghosts, minding her own, but to be hunting the supernatural and invading his places of hunting, those things just don’t mix well. His eyes are black as tar pits, as he leans back into the cushions. He will claim, if she asks, that these are contacts that cover his eyes.

[Ursula Wolfe]

She stepped out of the restaurant, stopping to pull her compact out. Ursa was, in the best of times, a vain individual, so when she ate, she often checked her make up in hopes that nothing had smeared or ended up stuck in her teeth. Lips the shade of a red, red rose and shimmering in the dim lights of the city lights because of the gloss she'd applied before starting her night. Her bright blue eyes were enhanced by her smokey eyeshadow and long, dark lashes, they called attention the way diamonds did. Light, piercing, with an almost hungry glimmer to them. The blush she had was light, barely there, and yet they emphasized her strong cheekbones. Her hair was done in a 50's style ponytail, high and teased, bangs brushed to one side. A style that she liked as it put one of her many tattoo's on display. Small though it was, tucked behind her ear. Only those that really knew astrology would know what it was. Ursa Major, the mother bear of the night sky.

With her appearance to her standards, she tucked her compact away into her small purse next to the photos she had printed out and her cellphone. Now she felt ready to enjoy a night at the bar she had picked out, she just hoped that it wasn't too busy. She loved being social but the idea of being packed in like a sardine made her heart quicken just slightly until she talked herself back into the real world. She walked down the street in her Kenneth Cole, black, peep-toe, ankle boots. The 5" heels clicking against the pavement. Her bright red skinny jeans with their slight shimmer called attention to her long legs and firm assets. She could tell by the way men and woman both turned to give her a second glance. It made her hold her head a little higher. Her eyes even glimmered a bit more, and she exuded confidence. Ursula pulled her leopard print jacket closer to her frame, it was a bit of a chilly night, it made her shiver but she ignored it because she was close to the bar. Once she had stepped in though she was soon shedding the faux fur coat, letting it slide from her arms into her hands, revealing her black corset that was done up to look like a bottle of Jack Daniel's and two more of her tattoos, one on each shoulder blade. She tossed it on the back of her stool as she sat down at the bar and smiled brightly to the bartender.

"A Screaming Multiple Orgasm, please." She ordered with a playful wink to the tender. Of course an order like that didn't fail to call attention to her. It wasn't long before she was flirting up a storm with two guys, two big guys that looked a little annoyed when another orgasm was set before her thanks to a 'tattooed guy'. Apparently the bartender had a sense of humor since just about everyone she could see was tatted in some way. She plucked the strawberry garnish from her drink and brought it up to her full lips, sucking on it a little bit as she let her eyes finally start to travel around the room. It wasn't until her eyes landed on the shadowed corner to which she could only barely make out who it was that she knew who the 'tattooed man' was. He mouthed to her to come to him, it made her smirk slightly. She wasn't a dog that just came when called. Her eyes turned to the two men she was flirting with as she bit into the berry. One of the men started to get a bit touchy with her, stroking the bit of skin that showed of her lower back. She squirmed a little and looked at him. It was then that she realized that the guy and his buddy had other things in mind. And it was then that she stood up, picking up her drink with a sweet smile to the men, excusing herself.

Just as she turned to head towards the provider of her drink, the guy that got touchy with her went from touchy to grabby, gripping her upper arm in a vice like grip that was sure to leave its mark. She glared at the man and without another thought reacted the way her father had taught her to. Her father that taught her how to defend herself. Of course it meant the loss of her drink, she distracted the 'friend' by tossing her drink in his face, and then 'danced' around the one holding her, freeing herself from his grasp with a well placed heel in his foot that ended with her nearly breaking his arm as she bent it behind his back, forcing him to bend over the bar. "Touch me again and it won't be your foot I dig my heel into." She hissed and then pushed away from him, grabbing her coat and purse and heading towards the man in the corner. He couldn't be any worse than grabby.

She leaned her palms against the table top, jacket in one hand, purse in the other. "Ok, spill. I know you know what is going on. I have the photos to prove it." She said in a quiet whisper, tapping her purse with her middle finger. "How long have you had this poltergeist following you?" she asked as she continued to lean on the table.

[Axel Rosen]

His eye watch as the event at the bar unfolds. He’s not really sure what’s going on just that someone has become a bit too handsy with her. Axel cannot stand people who don’t know how to keep their hands to themselves. The girl that he has met a night before seems to handle herself rather well. He’s impressed and grins a little bit, glad that he’s in the shadows. She starts to make her way over to him and his smile fades as he doesn’t want her to see that he’s got some sort of interest in her ability defend. She comes over to the table and leans in and he smiles at her until she starts to speak. At the moment, carrying on from the other night, he finds her rather annoying. It’s not her voice but her rather persistent demeanor that bothers him. If she keeps up it will be the death of her. She tells him to spill and that he knows something she has photos to prove it. He’s curious as to how that works. His fingers bridge over one another as he takes a breath.

He wants to know exactly what she thinks she knows but she tells him anyway. Poltergeist, really is that what she thinks is going on here. Poor girl. She’s not only looking at the wrong evidence but is going out of her way to ignore the things that could be real. He looks at her with this blank glare and then motions for her to sit with him. His eyes look her over a few more time as he leans back into the cushions of the seat that he is in. He wonders what he should tell her. Should he go on with this part, go on with this ‘Poltergeist’ idea. Axel thinks that he should do that, mess with her. He looks at his shadow on the wall behind him and even the shadow seems to be interested in playing this game with him. The shadow always seems to be down for any sort of mischief or lie. What Axel doesn’t know is that eventually the shadow will **** him over and take the prank to an extreme.

“Yes a poltergeist, that’s what it is.” He smiles at her for a second and then he leans forward wanting to continue. He thinks about what poltergeists can do. “It’s been following me for a few months now.” This part isn’t a lie as it has been following him since he was turned. “What else do you want to know.” he knows that this might seem as if it were too easy but he just hopes she plays along it or just takes it as it is.