Cleo sat at the vanity in her room, her eyes clouded over with the ghosts of her past. A battle waging in her subconscious, one she had no control over who won in the end. Her chin rested upon her right hand as she propped her arm up on the vanity table. Her eyes, staring straight back at her in the mirror, sent a chill up her spine. Her icy eyes paralyzed her briefly, forcing her to look into herself, and see the gore of battle.<br/><br/>Two sides fought, each with different fates. If one side claimed victory she was going to have a meltdown, if the other side won she would save the pain for a later time. Her heart raced, a single tear escaping from the corner of her eye. Quickly she dabbed it away, refusing to give in so easy.<br/><br/>Her hands reached up to her hair, which was neatly pinned up and curled for the occasion. One by one she pulled the bobby pins from her hair, her hair dropping down around her, enclosing her in a silky curtain of curls. She grabbed the brush that lay on the left side of the vanity and brushed her hair out, loosening her curls to nothing more than waves. She hoped maybe sheâ€™d get her mind off things, if she did this.<br/><br/>There was a knock at the door, and the door handle turned slowly. She set down the brush and turned to see who had come to her room. A middle-aged man stepped into the room, and closed the door behind him. His gray hairs glistened in the brighter light, making him look older than Cleo had ever seen him before. She forced a wan smile toward him.<br/><br/>â€œSick of the party already?â€ His spoke softly with a small chuckle at the end. Cleo remained silent her smile fading, â€œI decided to look for you, seeing as you werenâ€™t to interested in celebrating with us.â€<br/>â€œI didnâ€™t feel like celebrating,â€ She said almost breathlessly.<br/>â€œYou never do,â€ He smiled shaking his head, â€œBut you know Cal was just about to ask you to dance, you could have at least tried to have fun.â€<br/>â€œI didnâ€™t want to dance, Mentor I just want toâ€¦â€<br/>â€œItâ€™s the past again isnâ€™t it?â€ He interrupted walking closer to her.<br/><br/>She scooted over on the vanity bench, allowing him to join her. He sat down meeting her eyes with troubled eyes of his own.<br/>â€œI just wish I could have saved themâ€¦â€ She mumbled taking her eyes away from him.<br/><br/>â€œThere was nothing you could have done, that demon was powerful. Too powerful for us hunters even.â€  He placed his hand on hers, â€œI know you visit that memory often, I do not blame you, but I do worry about you. You have become like a daughter to me, and I do not want to see you getting hurt.â€<br/>â€œI wonâ€™t.â€ She stated her eyes burning with each tear she held back. She took her hand away from him, and placed it in her lap.<br/>â€œYou overwork yourself, the stress is making you reckless. You need to unwind, these thoughts of revenge, of hate, they are eating away at your sanity.â€<br/>â€œThatâ€™ll be enough.â€ She said her voice trembling in anger.<br/>â€œIâ€™m just trying to look out for youâ€¦â€<br/>â€œWell donâ€™t, Iâ€™m not a child anymore.â€ She said meeting him with harsh eyes.<br/><br/>He smiled at her, and he got up. He bent down and kissed her on the head, in a way a father would. He went over to the door, and looked back to her as he grabbed the handle.<br/>â€œIf you happen to go out hunting tonight, be cautious. Tonight is a full moon after all.â€ He opened the door, and left without another word. Leaving Cleo confused and angry, with all hell breaking lose in her mind.