Violet stared at the man as he tore his soaking shirt from his body. His large muscles rippled along his body and his torso was chiseled almost perfectly. She stared wide-eyed at him for a moment before she could come back to reality and look at him directly instead of at his body. She looked up at his face to find him looking back at her, his beautiful eyes staring directly at her own.<br/><br/>When he answered her and accepted her offer she just nodded and stood up. As he went to tell his friend where he was off to she gathered up her book and wiped the counter free of the spilled mocha. She through the cup away and by that time his friend had departed and he was standing there talking something of formal introductions. She gave a small chuckle and nodded to him. "We have to make a small stop on the way first." And she walked out the door beckoning for him to follow.<br/><br/>She walked around the corner and down the street a bit before coming to the small bookstore. She turned to him and motioned that she would be right back and she quickly ran inside, the glass door shutting behind her. As she ran in she flipped the sign to say "CLOSED" and turned to find Sarah staring at her. "Everything ok?" She asked and Violet turned to look at her with her reply, "Um..." she paused, "yup." A small smile came across her face and she held the door open for Sarah and then locked it behind herself. Sarah continued out and paused to look at the man and then went around the corner back to the coffee shop. "This way." Violet said and walked down the rest of the street, it was only another two blocks before they reached her apartment building.<br/><br/>It was red brick and looked to be falling apart, she climbed up the outside staircase to the third and top floor and unlocked the door. Inside was fairly empty, she had a small kitchen that didn't seem to ever be used and then a small living room with an old television set and two small chairs for watching it. Then there was a restroom and her bedroom. All of them very neatly kept, not clean, but mostly because she was never home. In her bedroom she opened the closet and dug through until she found a black anarchy shirt that belonged to her ex. "Do you need pants as well?" She asked as she found a pair of black jeans.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Vanessa drew her sword and quickly came off her horse. "I will die before I let you kill this woman." She stared at him, the fiercest look in her eyes, one that would surely make others turn away from her, but she knew this man would be different, he would not turn from her. Two of her guards stood guard by the doors to the carriage, the rest also dismounted their horses as they stood it appeared that they were all women. An entire guard of women, all very well trained.<br/><br/>Vanessa held her sword at the ready staring into the eyes of the opposite captain. She bore no helmet, her hair made her look more vicious, raven black. She was a cold looking woman, dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin. "Do I strike fear in you? You should be afraid for your well being because you will not make it out of this battle in the condition you are in now." With those words she swung her sword at the man in front of her, the rest of her guard drew their own swords and stepped forward. As her sword came close to contact she yelled, "Fight! Save her!" Her entire guard lept forward and onto the surrounding men from all sides, every guard except the two standing guard at the doors.