The walls surrounding her had two door ways, each labeled with old images around the dark exits. The border touching the floor was the Celtic knot stretched out and made to dance around the edges. the coffin the girl climbed from was made of black stone lined with silver and crimson stone. In the dark a low growl sounded as a giant black wolf stepped into the room, the light flickered as it walked around her. Its lips raised in a snarl as a disembodied voice cut through the air.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Do you know of the old ways? The ways Mortals used to fear the Supernatural? How is it that you fall for a Demon and feel good about it? Even as to where you are... It is not a matter. Only that you listen, it will preserve your meager life.</span><br/><br/>The wolf had never stopped once as the voice rang out till it began to stare at her. Its black tail flickering back and forth as it fully faced her. It stood there on all fours as it was enveloped in darkness, the darkness pillared up and shot out to show a male leaning with his arms crossed against the wall. His black hair covered his face and at the tips were a dark red color. He wore a long black coat with three belts across his waist, his hands were hidden by black leather gloves. His eyes were soulless black and his skin pale white. He had heavy looking boots on as well giving him a deeper Gothic appearance.<br/><br/>He shook his head and moved his hair from his eyes. Looking at her the male glared, "So this is what the Celtic Phoenix decided to mingle with... how pathetic..."