Heart To Heart (private)

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What night couldn't be more perfect with the sounds of certain things. The smell of coppery blood thick in the air. The sounds of flesh splitting. The body of a man with his chest ripped open. The heart of said man in the pale grip of a figure standing over him. A pair of pale eyes staring at the heart as if it had become the greatest gift in the world. For such a man that had taken a life and the heart of who possessed it, it was like a gift every night.

Coriander had started recently taking to the streets to hunt. For more reasons than just one of course. He was the Boogeyman. A legend from the land he had once been in before. But due to civil war breaking out and the kingdom falling to chaos, Coriander and his other two followers left and settled in this kingdom. But now, Coriander had to work to get people to fear him around here.

After having killed a few people in the church a week ago, Coriander was only pressing on with his work. Some had started to call him the Heartless Killer. But he would correct them on that sooner or later. It was only a matter of time before he'd use Julien or Veranda to spread his name through the city to continue his little legacy. His pale eyes looked over the heart a little longer before he brought the severed muscle to his lips and drank the blood from inside the chambers.

The blood within the heart was always the sweetest, the warmest and the best. Especially with the taste of pure adrenaline mixed within. A taste that Coriander had learned to crave through the centuries. It was very rare that Coriander ever cleanly fed from someone. Often, he was gutting someone to death after scaring them with their worst fears. It was something he really enjoyed doing. To find out what people were most afraid of, get into their mind and use it all against them. Sometimes harassing someone for a week or more before getting to feast on the fruits of his terrifying labor.

Coriander loved causing such trouble for people. It never got old for him. And massacring their body was the cream of the crop. And there was the body, slumped over with no rib cage left really. His innards where in a pool all over him and on the ground. Blood was soaking much of the small area. Rats were already starting to gnaw on the dead man's flesh. And Coriander stood there a couple moments longer before placing the heart into a large pocket on his black vest.

His gaze was sharp and never faltering. Pale as always. He looked so soulless. But he had nothing left to him as a person except for the need to cause chaos, pain and immortal torture to anyone he met. Coriander was a creature from the darkest recess of the inhuman mind. No emotion was present in such a beast. And he made damn sure everyone knew that. In the darkness, he receded until he couldn't be seen by the approaching people wandering around at this time of night.

As they busied themselves with the body Coriander had left, he rounded the corner and continued walking, his gaze set on hopefully finding his next victim.

[Denzel Kumori]

The scent of coppery blood on the cold winter air... A shiver went up denzel's spine as she walked toward the scent. It made her curious, in a sense. sure she had heard of this heartless killer by now. Didnt bother her though. She was starting to embrass things like this now. The darkness was a friend.

Close by, the cound of scurrying rats could be heard. What unpleasent little pests they were. They taste terrible, too. It didnt take her long to stumble apon the body of a man. crouching down, she poked it with a careful finger. It was pretty fresh, but the rats were loving it. Denzel smirked, thinking to herself. 'so the boogeyman strikes again huh.'

Standing up again, she looked up at the moon. The light that it gave off made her skin look even more pale then usual. Its best if she moved on quickly. wouldnt want to get involved with this mans death. People were starting to ready themselves to remove the mans body, so she thought it would be best to leave it be.

Denzel too, continued walking... walking in the exact direction simply by accident and coincidence.

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 That kill had been so swift and easy. Of course, Coriander liked a challenge, but it was better when indoors and he'd let people scream for hours on end. Outside, that was a different story. He didn't need all of the attention. He just liked to leave a mess and be that odd shadow that people saw out of the corner of their eyes. Just so they couldn't see his face or recognize him from somewhere. It was easy to know that Coriander didn't look exactly like everyone else.

Coriander didn't even bother to make haste as he rounded the corner however. He was on the move. On the prowl. On the way to... wait.. Something didn't seem right. He stopped and lifted his head a bit, glancing at the moon, taking in the light of such a nice thing in the sky. The man clad in black stood there, basking in the nightly shadows, hearing hearts beating everywhere around him. But there was one set of foot prints she heard that had no heart beat. Definitely another vampire.

There was no emotion upon his face as he stood there before moving off towards the wall closest to him. And from there, his back came to meet the cold surface as he stood there, his head tilted downward and eyes up, staring ahead of him. He was covered in blood. But you wouldn't know that unless you touched his clothing. But there was blood on his lower jaw and a heart in the pocket of his vest. Both good indications of who he was. Chatter from the next alleyway where he had been was growing as the people got more worked up over the killing.

And he was only just beginning. For another man soon passed in front of him, but had stopped and looked at him. Through the torchlight in the street and the moonlight above, the man could see the blood. Fear struck and Coriander's attention snapped to him. The vampire was fixated on his victim and it seemed like in the blink of an eye that the Boogeyman had another in his grasp, slamming the man's back against the wall as he had done a 180 degree turn, pinning the man against the building.

Shhh... Be still... Be silent.. Coriander mused in a harsh, deadly, but monotonous whisper. You wouldn't want the creepy Boogeyman to tear out your tongue. He warned the man warily and stared hard at him. His tongue ran over his lips. But out of the man's sight, Coriander possessed a really slim blade. Much like a scalpel. It was small and thin and sharp enough to make whatever cut the vampire wanted to make. You know what I envy about you humans that I miss so much? he paused, looking down at the man's face.

Absolutely nothing.... he hissed darkly and took the knife and with a quick jab, shoved it right up through the man's chin and straight through into the nose. This way, the man couldn't scream. He could try, but his mouth was wedged shut by Coriander's knife. And it was sure painful to even try screaming when you couldn't open your mouth. Tears streamed down the man's face and Coriander grabbed his shoulder roughly, forcing the man to the ground where he was sitting. The vampire continued to stand however, like the predator he was, hearing those footsteps approaching around the corner.

[Denzel Kumori]

Imediatly, Denzel could smell the blood. Her eyes being able to see perfectly, she turned quickly, seeing Coriander and his next victim. Denzel narrowed her eyes, examining him quietly and quickly. she didnt say anything, and just nodded. This was his kill, and she wasnt going to ruin it for him.

Making sure no human could see her, she gave coriander the most unamused face ever. He was risky, yet skilled, and she knew he was dangerous. But still she admired him slightly. It was genius... the heartless killing. Walter wouldnt aprove of the boogeyman, and would be pissed if he found out the denzel had met him.

Staring at him with her light blue grey eyes, denzel glared. The chatter in the next alley over was starting to go silent, and people were starting to leave. with Vampires around, it was never safe to be there for too long.

She wanted to say something, but wasnt exactly too sure on what she could say. so she just waited.

(sorry for short posts QAQ )

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The man he held was dying. Choking on his own blood as it flooded into his mouth and nose, preventing him from getting oxygen. Another quick way to get someone too excited and get that tasty adrenaline into the blood stream. The vampire's grip on his victim's tunic only tightened as the dying man continued to struggle. He pushed the man against the wall some more to hold him in place whilst he caught sight of who was coming around the corner. A young woman caught his attention, but he barely paid any mind to her.

His jet black hair fell over his face as he had turned his head a certain way. A curious one at that. But he brought his pale eyes to the man he was holding, noticing he was growing ever still. He was suffocating. Very good. Coriander leaned in and took in a breath, for once using his lungs and smelling the sweet stench of blood, fear, adrenaline and oncoming death. He stuck his tongue out and licked at the blood across the man's chin, gaining a better taste for him.

He didn't mind being watched and it wasn't the first time he ever had that happen before. Countless other vampires that he had come across had watched him kill. Most dared not to say anything afterwards. Others wanted to join in for a little taste. Which Coriander was fine with as far as sharing went. So long as he got the heart all to himself. He ran his tongue across his lips and teeth, leaning his head back slightly so both eyes were visible again. He stared at the nearly lifeless man in front of him, but directed his question towards the young woman watching.

Would you like a taste of what fear can do to the blood, child? he asked. His voice held no emotion. Nothing above or below monotonous. He was serious and curious at the same time. He didn't mind sharing the fruits of his labor and skill. He wanted vampires to know how much sweeter the blood tasted if you scared the hell out of your victims before hand. It was what made the Boogeyman real. The fear. And what happened to the body as far as total mutilation went.

He held out a bloodied hand. Fresh and old blood caked and cracked from his other victim and this one as well. Be not wary of me... I share. Be hasty though. He's almost dead. he stated and waited to see if she would join him. If no, there would be a waste of blood. And Coriander would carve out the heart of this man just like the last.

[Denzel Kumori]

Denzel smiled. "Thanks." she took up his offer, staring at the dying man for a moment in entertainment. biting into a vain, Denzel drank some of the adrenaline filled blood. It tasted much better then that of a victem who was killed in a fast calm manner. She didnt want to take it all for herself though. So denzel left the generous vampire quite a bit. Looking back up at Coriander, her eyes red now, she licked the blood off her lips. Best meal she has had since she massacred avaleur. Was it better to be feared, then loved? For Vampires, the answer was yes.

Denzel stood up straight, finally daring to say more to him. Her voice was silent, yet like a beautiful song. " Your skilled in your art. Im Denzel, Denzel Kumori." her black hair blew ever the slightest in the wind. It took her a moment, but she calmed down from the blood rush, her eyes reverting to its light blue-grey.

In her eyes, Coriander was a true vampire. For so long she had been scared of what she was, but now she had a taste of what she truely was- and denzel loved it.

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Odd as he was, Coriander had one hell of a view on the world. Chaos, death, destruction. He was only a foot soldier. But in moments like this, he showed his appreciation for the human race by how he fed from them. How easy it was for them to get scared and give him a purpose for what he called himself. The Boogeyman... His name had been starting to ring around in  the ears of those on the streets. And was he a proud vampire for it or what? Yes... But he didn't go around bragging.

He kept his hand outstretched, listening to the human's heart rate dropping little by little each second. Blood oozed out of his mouth and nose like little waterfalls of sweet life nectar. Coriander loved seeing and performing such torture on the human race. Such suffering and decay of their wasted lives fulfilled him to no end. And to think that he was once one of them. The mind of the vampire was so twisted and bent out of shape, it was a wonder how he was still around in the first place.

But he still offered to share knowledge of how the vampire race should be. How terrifying they can be. How powerful they really were. But with each generation of vampires brought in, more were losing sense of how much more powerful they actually were. Coriander was just trying to enlighten them. Most saw him to be sick and twisted. They were obviously missing out on the point in his opinion. But then there were those like Julien... A grateful young lad willing to learn. And he wasn't a disappointment.

He certainly made Coriander feel privileged to teach him. And even look into other vampires to teach perhaps. But he had to be rather choosey. For one slip of his secrets to the wrong vampire would yield a challenge for Coriander to deal with. Never the less, it didn't hinder him from sharing or interacting with other vampires. Especially this one who so graciously came over for a bite. He watched her and took notice of the man's last bit of life leaving him before his heart was still and silent.

Coriander let her move out of the way before he grasped the handle of the knife and pulled it out of the man's jaw, spraying blood on the wall and the ground. And when she spoke, he listened, but his eyes traveled to the dead man in his hand, letting the body go and slump to the ground. He responded, casting a glance at her. Killing a human is no more an art than hunting an animal. Pure instinct and desire. Nothing more than a will to feed and disembowel a carcass until the real nourishment is reached, Lady Kumori..

He was intent in his speech, but offered a polite title because he was sharing. For once, the Boogeyman displayed his proper repose because she wasn't being rude or being a critic towards his ways of vampirism. She accepted it and seemed pleased by what she saw and was offered. Call me the Boogeyman if you must. Coriander Marcus Sinzire is only a name I've adopted a long time ago. It's your option of which you'd like to speak. he stated and looked down upon the body.

Did it taste good? he asked curiously, but kept that same dead tone as before when he had spoken to her moments ago. He was curious for there were few that he had ever let taste the blood of a man fearing such a dastardly creature like himself. He liked feedback.

[Denzel Kumori]

"Yes. Best meal since.... quite awhile ago." Denzel didnt want to really bring up the event of her ture nature. "as for name... what would you rather be called?" she didnt want to cross any lines, especially with someone like this. As much as it pained denzel, she craved more... just when she was starting to become more human then monster again. She wanted to go into the streets, and kill. But there was a cruel thing called memory. She had been in Avaleur for a long time, and there were so many familiar faces now.

"I agree with you though. This is completely natural, for what we are. Beautiful dissasters who create art from our insincts, hunting down our prey with pure desire and will to feed." Talking like this wasnt like denzel, but Coriander brought a side of her out that not many people could.

Crouching down, Denzel examined the dead man. "this is what we really are..." she barely spoke the words. It was more as if Denzel mouthed the words. The smell of blood was rich in the air.

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He still grasped the knife, which would sooner or later cut into the flesh of the man's torso and abdomen and offer him the opportunity to really get at what he wanted. The heart. The one thing that no longer beat in his body. The one organ that made him so silent to the ears of others stronger than humans and not in tune with their senses. Besides smelling like a corpse to werewolves, Coriander could sneak up on just about anyone.

But he was inwardly jealous and irate over the fact that, when he had been human, they had tried to carve out his heart. That night being the main cause as to why he was still around. Call his whole existence an act of revenge upon humanity if you will, but Coriander was a hungry vampire looking at more creative ways to hunt and feast upon his prey. It seems he came across some of the best ways to do so while scaring the hell out of the rest who were alive. For every person Coriander killed, twenty other people would hear about it. Successful indeed.

When she asked what he would like to be called, he merely replied. It doesn't matter. I have no reason to care what anyone calls me. he stated and lifted his chin slightly, looking at her her with pale eyes. She spoke some more and Coriander nodded slightly. Yes... It's what we are supposed to truly be. However.. Years have diluted what most should know. And those who don't realize what they are capable of have gotten weak and powerless. he spoke with a hint of disgust in his voice, but it was hard to place.

When she crouched down next to the body, he followed and placed the corpse flat on his back, glancing at her again. Monsters. Creatures of the night. he whispered darkly. We are dehumanized. Cast into the shadows because Heaven doesn't want us and Hell needs foot soldiers for the Devil. We ravage the lives and souls of the living to make way for chaos and death. We offer balance to what there is. And so many vampires still try to hold onto what they lost when their hearts stopped beating, as their body grew cold and as their souls left their shell. But they still move on as if they're alive.

Coriander reached out, narrowing his gaze as he used the knife to cut open the tunic of the corpse and expose the skin, which still held a tint of life to it. The blade touched the skin and with applied pressure, he started cutting down from the man's neck and to his belly button. From each clavicle, he cut from the end of it to the main cut, making a 'Y' shaped cut one the man's body. With two smaller cuts the the bottom of the Y, Coriander pulled back the skin to reveal muscle underneath.

He spoke as he watched himself work, asking her a simple question. What is the basis of human fear, Lady Kumori? What is it that that makes a human scared of even the most pathetic things? He wanted to know if she could tell. If not, it wouldn't surprise him in the least. Not every vampire knew these basic things.

[Denzel Kumori]

"The basis of human fear...There are many things that can contribute to the main basis of human fear. Death being the biggest. If the human feels weak in battle, they will panic- because they dont want to die." Denzel stared with fascination. "The devil is an interesting guy... He keeps a close eye on all his soldiers. Unlike most vampires, i was born like this... Half winged elf, half vampire. But eventually, my vampire blood took over... Now, im just a vampire with wings. Sounds stupid, doesnt it. When my vampire blood took over, i went feral, and massacred Avaleur." The expression on her face went blank, and grim. "I looked into their eyes, and seen the fear... Then i drained the life out of them. The look in their lifeless eyes... They held anger, hate, fear, and sadness. It was sad, and pathetic."

Denzel didnt know why she would tell the boogeyman about this. But she felt safe.

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He cut into the muscle then, letting his eyes take in all of the detail he could whilst he gave her ample time to think and then answer. He had a lot of time to think about everything. Years.. Centuries even. Being locked under a castle for 155 years did that to someone who had been used to going around and killing people throughout the night. But had it not been for the time spent in the darkness like he had, imprisoned by another vampire, Coriander never would have had some kind of revelation as he did.

He had to give that vampire, who had been a friend of his sire, a lot of credit for bringing the Boogeyman to life. And from then on, Coriander had known the best secrets of being what he was. Never did he ever want to pretend being human or try going over board on his ways of feeding and existing. He was used to staying low, keeping to the shadows and becoming the worst fear anyone could imagine. Even now, he was proud that there were vampires out there that feared him.

But they were lucky that Coriander kept to a strict human diet. But it never kept Coriander from playing mind games with them or debating what it really meant to exist as a vampire. He thought a little more as he listened to her words and cut into the corpse, pulling the muscle out of the way until he exposed the organs underneath. Humans fear what they don't understand... That's what makes them so vulnerable, Lady Kumori. he said in a deathly quiet whisper.

He could have gone on for hours about how humans feared what they didn't understand and how their emotions were their downfall, but she made the conversation a little more personal. And that was when Coriander seemed to switch gears a little bit on her. Emotions are such petty things. When you let your feral side take over, things will go bad. You will murder people. Children. Families. Even people you know in your own life. Personally. Romantically.

He stared at her hard, letting his pale gaze really sink into her as she seemed to let her eyes glaze over for a moment. Vampires don't exist because of emotions and what they see in the dead's eyes. For some, it's what they think they see because they still feel. Which can be a major flaw. This man... is dead. He feels no pain or pleasure. No fear or happiness. He is nothing but a corpse. And until you see that, you are still hanging onto whatever bit of conscience you desire to possess. And that will hold you back from being what you are only half of by blood, but should be as a whole in what your instincts tell you.

He turned away from her and kept digging under the rib cage, gritting his teeth as he tore the stomach out of the way and the lungs as well. Soon, he found the heart and used his fingernails to cut through the thick arteries of the muscle and free it from the ribbed chamber. He pulled it out for her to see and show her as he spoke up once more. When you get past the fact that you kill a man, woman or child.... That you took so much pleasure from it... and that you see nothing but a sack of meat and bones afterwards... Only then can you understand what being a real vampire is all about. You take life and care about nothing more than your own personal satisfaction.... He stared at the heart and brought it close to his mouth, grasping it in both hands before holding it over an open mouth and drinking whatever blood was left inside of it.

The warmest. The sweetest. The best blood coming straight from the heart.

[Denzel Kumori]

Slowly, denzel nodded. Everything he said was right. his words stuck in her head, until things started to get a bit hazy. "Ive learned self control since then of course..." she wanted to hear more from him, and his thoughts. " I want to learn the ways of the true vampire."

so many thoughts were going through her head thanks to Coriander. She had been caring to much about humans, and what they feel. Looking at the human heart, she bit her lip. such an important thing, the heart. after a person dies, that heart holds onto the warmest blood, even if only for a moment.

'its his fault i feel... its everyones fault... My elf side, before i changed, it felt- but now... my vampire side, holds those stupid emotions... should i be cutting all ties with them?' she thought as she watched the vampire in front of her suck the blood from the heart.

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He said what he felt was right and understandable. So there was no need to go into too much detail with the way he thought unless he was absolutely sure she wanted to hear more out of him. Not many wanted to because he was right one most points. True vampires didn't see humans when they were dead. They only saw corpses and nothing more. Vampires weren't supposed to feel emotions because they weren't morally driven humans.

Like zombies, vampires fed on the living. But they still had their better functions such as logical thinking, speech and decision-making. Acting much like a human but without all that drama-inducing emotion. Or so that's how they were supposed to be in Coriander's opinion. But they were not so. Only once in a great while did he ever come across a vampire that earned a partial stamp of approval from him. Even then, they had their faults.

Coriander knew that he himself wasn't perfect. He was protective over Julien. And he did get lustful over blood. And it was possible for him to show anger as well. But he didn't let it run his decisions all of the time. Nor did he get attached to a woman or even show other sorts of emotions of the like. And he had fears, but no one knew those. He hid everything behind a thick mask of darkness.

He looked at her after he was done taking any bit of blood out of the heart and feasting on. A little of it dripping down his neck. He blinked a couple of times and reached up, taking her chin in his bloody hand as he held the heart with the other. His voice was spooky and his eyes only showed the animal in them. The dark and demonic being that knelt next to her, telling her what she could only be if she let that vampiristic side of her take over.

There is no heaven. No God. No angels. The only thing in your future is darkness. Is blood. Death by your hands. But from it, power can be possessed. He watched her closely. Could tell she was thinking of something in the back of her mind. Was he getting to her somehow? If so, he would see it as a triumph. There's an old saying. 'Kill one man; you're a murderer. Kill a million; a King. Kill 'em all; a God.'

He let her chin go and slipped the heart into the pocket of his vest with the other cold organ from his last kill. From there he stood and held a hand out for her to take as his other hand pocketed the small knife he had used to cut the man open. Humanity is not what I suffer from... You should not suffer from it either. Be that monster that lurks in the shadows. Be that nightmare. You may be better than you think... he stared hard at her, wondering what was going through her mind.

[Denzel Kumori]

As Coriander let go of her chin, she shivered. After a moment, Coriander held his hand out to her... and she took his hand, standing up. She stilll had to think it through... but she couldnt talk to walter about... not yet. She could just dissapear out of everyones life again- living in the shadows, being who and what she really was. Denzel would be better off that way.

Everybody seemed to have forgotten that Denzel is a Vampire. Maybe it was time that she showed them her true colors. She could probably even start using an alias. "Suffering for so long has been terrible. Im sick of suffering. Im ready to be what i really am..."

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His look was intrigued. His words were what he wanted her to hear. She was but a young one struggling with two sides of her without the right person to really teach her. Even half-blood vampires had the ability to lead lives in the darkness. Granted they may not be as powerful as a pure vampire who had once been a human. But there were those that could rival other vampires of their age. Coriander knew how well half-bloods could do. He thought of Julien.

He blinked once more and stared at her a little longer, feeling the blood drying on his chin and cheeks, listening to the sounds around them in the darkness. Soon, light would start creeping into the sky and Coriander would need to get home before that. Despite the fact he could walk in the day time, it didn't appeal to him. He wanted to spend time in the dark and rest. As a regular vampire should. And when was the last time he ever slept? He had lost track a very long time ago.

He continued to stare at her, helping her to her feet carefully. All in all, his attention was on her and what she might say. It wasn't often he found young vampires that would listen to his words and agree with him in their own way. So it was a treat when one did. Then don't suffer, Lady Kumori. Be what you really are. Be what your blood and body want to be and indulge in the prowess you have. he stated, really laying into the fact that she needed to be a vampire despite being a half-breed.

He blinked a few times, letting her hand go as he looked down at her. You are still young yet, child. Becoming what you really are will take time to master as you let yourself explore the powers you never realized you had before. he stated, lifting his chin slightly.

[Denzel Kumori]

When coriander stared at her, she couldnt help but feel a bit uneasy. But still, denzel nodded. The sun would be coming up soon, and with people starting to come out into the streets, she wouldnt want to be seen. This was actually the first vampire she had ever really met, other then her father. On the inside, Denzel knew that she couldnt just live as a half blood anymore. She had to live her life as a vampire...

Nodding, she ignored the drying blood that was on coriander's face, on the ground, and on the dead man. "It may take awhile... but i guess ill start working on that, and changing my ways. I should be heading home now..." staring at the sky which was lighting up, denzel frowned. The sun didnt bother her, but it was best that she start trying to rest during the day. "thank you, for sharing your prey with me. It was a pleasure to meet you, and i hope to meet you again." Denzel stayed polite, after all, Coriander taught her some valuable things, and shared with her.

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He had been wondering if perhaps he should teach her a couple of things. Basic vampire stuff in fact. The more terrible hunting traits he used. He was pondering on the teaching of the Boogeyman powers, but he wasn't too sure she would go for that. And he wasn't the sort that wanted to waste time and teach it to someone that would go and slaughter a whole city either. Coriander was mainly content with teaching a young vampire the basics. Scare tactics included.

Sooner or later, he was looking to take over this city somehow. Sure, it had its guilds and all, but he could rule it in an underground sort of way. The Boogeyman had his ways and if he had to influence young vampires to help do the dirty work, then so be it.; He could use the help sometimes. Especially if he found the right ones that were willing to learn or do a thing or two with his words. Sooner or later, vampires would make a return and gain the spotlight.

He noticed how light the sky was starting to get as well. It was getting to be time for him to depart and make it back to the collapsing farm house on the outskirts of the city. Far from people. He gave a little nod and lifted his chin a bit. You're welcome, Lady Kumori... You will see me again when you least expect it. I look forward to seeing how you develop. Take care. he stated. He backed away a couple of steps and walked off, disappearing around the corner.

[Denzel Kumori]

Once he was gone, Denzel finally relaxed, falling to her knees. She did not realize how tense she was... But after a moment of sitting around, she got up. Quickly, she left the area, heading home. The boogeyman gave her alot to think about, and come nightfall, she would be out and hunting. She had to think about how she would deal with walter and everyone... She could probably just hide it from them. She could be somebody totally different at night.

Since her home was in the mountains, she was nice and far from pretty much everyone. She already wanted to hunt again... But denzel know she couldnt. So instead, she showered, and then started resting for tonight, when she would start the biggest change of her life.