Melissa
*It was dark.*

*It was dark, indeed. The sun had already ran it's course of trailing across the night sky, settling in the east. It was one of those nights where the stars shone without empathy, one of those nights where the moon cast a crestfallen look down onto the inhabitants of the world. A night that bore an uncanny aura of uneasiness, but also a night of odd serenity; as Arthur found within the past couple of hours, the usual choir of chirping from birds in the woods and the braying of deer throughout would seem to be muted and silenced as his ears passively picked up the little traces of noise he could find within the woods. To be frank, he wasn't necessarily bothered by it too much. Rather, the absence of the stagnant noise would only take place as a small pocket of concern in the back of his mind; it was like waking up one morning, then finding that you somehow fell off your bed and onto the floor. It was a minor inconvenience one could shake off, it was odd, but yet, you could still move forward with your day as if it were nothing. Likewise with this situation, it was only minor - nothing more, nothing less, and it did not cloud up his thoughts in any way, shape, or form.*

*His armor, which once clanked and clunked together, would now be silenced as he waded his way through the various flora of the forest. Bushes, moss, and trees were all the same uniform color of black as the canopy of leaves above him blocked out the dimly-shining stars. He trudged through the forest, using the night vision he had naturally as a vampire to guide his way through the forest. His other senses, of course, would also contribute to his navigational prowess, albeit the most useful would be his sense of sight, obviously, with his hearing as a sort of assistance. Though, the night was as silent as ever; he really couldn't pick up any abnormal noise, save for the few instances of deer prancing about through the undergrowth, and the occasional flapping of owl's wings.*

*His mind would drift back and forth between thoughts, mostly reminiscing on what had happened only a few hours earlier in the village he was deployed in. Was burning the entire place down really the right thing to do? Supposedly, from an objective point of view, yes, but it was bothering him slightly deep down. There were innocents in that village, innocent people that could possibly be like him now - alone, without parents, and without anyone to guide them in their lives besides themselves. Some could even have been younger than he was when* ***That*** *Ordeal happened, something that he pushed to the far corners of his mind, refusing to contemplate. No, he refused to dwell back on the past. For now, he was focused on remaining an asset to the Boss as a means to identify his motives, a way to try and decipher what the shady figure was attempting to do. Still... The thought of trying to ponder over the consequences of his actions could not stop as he walked throughout the woods. Here and there, there would be regrets, accompanied by his mind trying to reassure him that he did what had to be done. He got his target, he got paid, and that was the end of the story. The morality of the situation could not be thought about - that was something he had decided long ago when he first gulped down his lingering thoughts of anxiety as he infiltrated the mansion of Cornelius.*

*Were his ideals becoming warped? Was... Was he really doing this for the Boss? Or for himself? For purposes of self gratification, for purposes of self-fulfillment, for his own twisted sense of nourishment? It was quite possible, now that he thought about it. Perhaps he subconsciously used his expelling from New Sunlight as a means to vent out his frustration, if you could even call it that. The feeling he was experiencing right now was confusing, even to him. He could fight, he could answer questions, but the question that he refused to acknowledge was a lingering sense of how he felt about his current situation. He had to keep his emotions under balance, lest a repeat of what he had done in his tantrum during his first job, or to avoid a reoccurrence of his departing from Mevis and Hitoshi. He had his head down, but still walked through the forest as if not a thing bothered him.*

*Finally, he reached a tear where the trees had stopped. He exited the forest, happening to find himself over a slanted cliff that overshadowed a gleaming beach. The shallow waters were beautiful, reflecting the lustrous stars above, with the moon enveloping the beach in a soft, silver glow. Yes, it was dark, but now the light came in like a small rip in the fabric of the night. He paused for a moment, then went towards the cliff's edge, sliding down so that he could land on the sand softly, and on his own two feet. From afar, he admired the waters from a distance, about 40 feet away. He sat down, his back against the stony walls of the cliff, before relaxing his body. He wouldn't try and fall asleep. He would just stare out in the distance, something he hadn't really gotten a chance to do in a long while.*
Patrick
*While waiting under the luminecent moon that was shining a dim light over the area, he'd get the feeling that he was being watched. Vengeful intent radiates from a part of the forest as if they wanted you to notice them just so you could recognize the threat you would be in. Arthur would feel that at any moment an arrow or bolt would be released and fly towards him, but despite this no crossbow or bow would ever be shot. Arthur would not be able to pinpoint their location nor numbers. The smooth sand isn't ideal for combat and it would be easy to lose footing if he were not careful, however the same applied to his enemies.*

**(Not even to the quality of one of your paragraphs you make me feel terrible)**
Melissa
*Suddenly snapping awake from his state of stupor, Arthur felt a menacing aura emitting directly from the forest above him. Odd... He hadn't felt such a presence as he was walking through the woods. Or were they concealing their presence all along? That was most likely the case, he imagined. An assassin, either hired by the authorities, or coming straight from New Sunlight itself, eh? Not unheard of, but it was kind of surprising. Why were they only coming after him now? He thought that the bounty hunters would give up after a month of searching with no yield for reward. One fight after another... He really couldn't relax, even for a moment, hmm?*

*Suddenly, his ears perked up as he had the premonition that an arrow would be released from a taut string, sailing through the air to hit his head. He had his back against the stone wall, and there was no one within his sight on the beach. Thinking about it rationally, there was no way an arrow could have come from behind, because then it would hit the ground, so why was he having this feeling in the first place? Anyway, obviously sensing an oncoming feeling of danger, Arthur quickly kept himself close to the cliffside. He morphed his sword into a halberd as well, hoping that rhe extra reach would five him an advantage with the oncoming fight. He didn't want to die here, after all.*