Carissa Love lace extended a long tan leg under the dusty old table at the bar. The fact that a demon had the nerve to just walk right in and tempt humans the way he did nerved her just a bit. But as a elf , and long lasting lazy member of two organizations, she found it futile to hunt a demon who was only playing around. Her finger twirled around the glass wine cup, debating on the fact that if she should actually hunt down a job.<br/><br/>Fact was life was far too long for her, and her lightish greenish golden eyes disliked looking upon a half wit demon who figured temptation was best . Hell demons naturally bend human will wheather by killing or not. With her left hand she slammed it on the table. Most men in the bar couldn't take their eyes off of her, but those that weren't looking at her were now stuck staring at the she wolf that stepped in. Oh dear a were wolf, such pain those creatures, but this one was not on her list .<br/><br/>After finishing her drink , a few extra coins found their way on the table. " Rex, dear , grab the extra coins on my table , and treat your new guest to a magarita , " she yelled to the bartender standing up and taking a leave from the bar. She made her way left down the street and headed for the small apartment that she spent most her days in. Money wasn't such a big thing for, but owning a house was like putting up a target for one's self.<br/><br/>She made it to her couch, sliding next to the coffee table , and reached for the caller I'd for he phone. Old school also kept her safe. The caller I'd listed three problems.<br/>1: there is a demon eating children souls ( which didn't fit that dim wit demon)<br/>2: protect a were wolf pack ( wonderful right)<br/>3: don't yet killed( meaning there was still a target on her head )<br/><br/>She slumped sighing. Nothing ever changed , a hired body guard, and an assasine . Now she had work on what she was going to do.