<span style="font-style: italic">“I am not a pet I do not just take command’s, we are...”</span>he saw the girl trying to think of something.<span style="font-style: italic">“...We are Partners, we have made a deal and now we must treat each other with respect agreed”</span>. Damien saw her glare and return it on the double. He was too pride to even lose in a stupid eye-game.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“As for me I am called Eli I currently reside within the Ordo Lumenis. But they are not the ones to whom you should go after. We protect the world of the spirit’s and of nature. We only wish to bring harmony and balance to the world. Now you Hunter what are you called?”</span>said the girl after a momment. That made him relax a little from the tense though more question came on the surface of his mind.<br/><br/>He took his knife in his hands again and started playing with it. He always did that when he was feeling awkward. His fingers caressed the silver steel of the teeth-like blade, running over every strange rune carved on it. The leather hilt was rested on his left fingers, it's wolf-head ending sitting on his palm. He took a look at her. This time it wasn't a challening glare. It felt more like a gaze of understanding. He begun to see... but did he want to believe her? That ment that all his life was wrong. All those killings and tortures...Some of them were innocent...<br/><br/>With a sad, remorseful look in his eyes he spoke: "Name's Damien. I...I am sorry. You are right. Now we are together in this. Our lives literarly depend on our cooperation." It was weird how he felt. He could feel two hearts pounding. His own and the girl's named Eli. Her heart was fast at first, but now it was slow again and that made his own heart rest in his chest too. But that bond they just shared wasn't just a simple truth-binding spell. It was more... He looked into her lavender eyes again. Without even being able to control it a wisp of a smile hid in his lips.<br/><br/>"Where do we start?" he asked as he tried to hide every smile and shyness he just felt. The knife in his hand went back to it's leather seathe.