An Ironic Encounter

[Mortll]

She picked up the card her fingers running over the smooth surface her thumb tracing under the hand written lettering. A smile formed on her lips Well this should be interesting. She checked her gun and ammo concealing it carefully as she did her sword . It wouldn't pay to get caught off guard With a angry Mr Trahison about. She took the elevator down to the West Tower parking garage. She ran a hand over the sleek curves of her Jet black 1965 corvette stingray. Her fingers curled under the door latch and she slid into the seat. It was not long before she was parking in the Voodoos employee parking lot.

Several hours later and her fifth glass of Arbor Vitae Mortlls eyes ached and the numbers before her started to run together she didn't know if it was a blood high or if the new day dawn was approaching. She rubbed her eyes warily and decided to take a break. She left the jacket with her gun and sword hanging on the back of the chair as she went out into the restaurant. She didn't notice anything unusual just the normal computer junkies and gamers hanging about. She walked up near the front door that's when the man jumped out at her swinging Mortll didn't see what made contact with her ribs but she sure as hell felt it. Her ribs made a sickening cracking sound and she watched as the man just turned as if nothing had happened casually leaving . His aura was screaming at Mortll it etched in her mind . It was all to easy to figure out who he was and the Curse fell from Mortlls lips Mortll could feel it as the power touched the man a grin formed on her lips as she tried to straighten up with some effort she walked back to the office .

That ******** is going to pay for that Mortll gathered her jacket with some effort and grunting as she slid it over her arms . It was a good thing she didn't have to breath she was quite sure one of her ribs had punctured a lung It was quite difficult to talk. Mr Trahision was just going to have to wait for his Duel Mortll had a bone to pick with Mr Trinidad . She had a big bone to pick . She phoned Doc to set up a time to check her ribs and of course he had to question her about what happened. She of course told him. She knew what he would do if she hadn't . She got off the phone and headed out the back door to her car. The night air was balmy and she could feel it almost immediately. She wasn't alone .... Standing across the parking lot stood the hulking frame of Mr Trahison

[Trahir Trahison]

In one hand was a gun crafted by one of the best in the business. In the other, a wicked curved blade that had the faintest remnants of ash upon it's gleaming razor-sharp curve curved edge. Streetlights behind him cast the frame of the Killer in a silhouette at home in any number of slasher flicks. Though his eyes were shrouded by dint of his body being back-lit, Mortll no doubt could feel the gaze and would know the expression. Cold, aloof, icy. Disconnected...

His eyes took in the motions of his prey. There was something off... wrong. He steps forward, the light revealing him from the feet up as he approaches Mortll. His eyes seek out what his instincts have detected. She is injured. Her side. It never crosses his mind she could be playing possum. His weapons clatter to the parking lot's paved surface and he moves toward her. "What happened? Who did this? Are they still alive?" The rapid-fire questions take the place of a barrage of bullets and sword swipes as Trahir reaches her, hands moving to where he perceives her to be favoring a wound.

"Broken ribs. Who did this?" His pale blue eyes are gone, it's the cold-blooded, heartless eyes of the crocodile that move from the damaged ribs to her own eyes. Fangs have replaced perfectly straight and whitened teeth and the expression on his face... it's not cold... it's murder made flesh.

[Mortll]

Mortll was surprised by the barrage of questions. She was quite sure the man had come there to try and murder her himself. Now he was worried about her being wounded. It was a total 360. " I am afraid you are going to have to wait for you satisfaction of killing me Mr Trahison . I have to hunt down a little ******** by the name of Trinidad that likes to hit and run " she grimaced her voice horse and creeped out of her throat as she had to gasp for the breath to make it audible at all " If you don't mind we can schedule our Duel for after ive caught up with the little ******** " She held her side and started to walk towards her car.

[Trahir Trahison]

The speed he moves at is blinding. He's before her, hands on her shoulders and eye to eye in less time it would take to blink. He voice is low as he leans in, voice barely a whisper. His words caress her ear, divulging plans, giving away his intentions. His reasons.

After he's done, he takes a half-step backward, hands still resting on each of her shoulders. "Tell me where to find them. That concludes our auction business. That's the third item I'm owed."

[Mortll]

Mortll fell back against the car steadying herself her phone was burning up her pocket. The tell tell rings came from her phone she leaned there and fished it from her pocket reading the texts Doc had found the man and yanked him from his home and Shooting him in The heart ... there was a email waiting for her as well Trinidad themselves responding to the Telepathic message she had sent along with the Curse . You cant run from a Necromancer Mr Trinidad they don't have to find you '" Her lip curled as she read " I'm shaking in my boots " Well he should be if he saw what was chopping at the bit to get at him ... Mortll doubted that Trinidad had expected so many to fall on him and who was Mortll to deny them. Mortll looked at Mr Trahison as he explained things to her she nodded and then told him exactly where to find Mr Trinidad .

[Trahir Trahison]

Six seconds. Less that the time it took for a bull rider to make his name at the Calgary Stampede. The Killer's earth-borne sword vanished at the same time he did. Time passed. Tick-tick-tick. Without warning he is there once more before Mortll, His sword once more clatters to the ground. The blade smokes as it drops from the Killers hand. His arms move, encircling Mortll. He voice is hollow, empty. "I took a leg in exchange."

His eyes wander, he is alert, waiting for another attack upon her person. An hour ago he was ready to lure her in, to draw her to one of his apartments just to feign his death and hers. A thank you for her betrayal of his trust after the clean up of his and Dominique's first outing. Now though, a fellow vampire injured for nothing. The Masquerade potentially compromised the Killer feels a kinsman-ship with her.

As his eyes scan the night the monster whispers. "If they come for you... they die."

Ironic perhaps considering the fact he had sought the woman out to murder her.

[Mortll]

Mortll rested there a bit , the night song of the animals even the human kind filled the air The moon was bright and the street lamps blotted out any sign of the stars. It was the city not her home where you could hear the crickets and frogs sing their nightly lullaby. Sometimes Mortll missed that place going on a midnight swim out at the swimming hole on the bayou. Felling lucky that a gator didn't decide it wanted a midnight snack. She smiled and watched the man at his demeanor had totally changed . Dawn was approaching fast She stood Mr Trahison" I must thank you for your help in this matter but I must be going." She started off in a walk then her legs became a blur as she used her new energy to clarity herself to her closest lair .