<span style="font-style: italic">Evelyn ran through the forest in a panic, the thumping of her feet muted by the fire beginning to surround her, licking the bottom of her feet as it grew in size. Her eyes were wide with panic as she arrived close to her home, ducking behind a bush as she watched in horror. There were quick flashes of blood, the iron smell enveloping her senses; human upon wolf, claw slashing human. She could hear the wet smacks of bullets on flesh and the howling screams of pain that took over the entire forest. Her own body ached with hurt as she watched her family being slaughtered, the fight already lost. She continued standing still in fear, unable to move, though she was approached by Thomas, her father; his skin showing slices in his body and sliding its way off and down to the floor beneath him. His eyes were nearing lifelessness, "Go"...</span><br/><br/>Evelyn woke up in a sweat, breathing heavy with fear, "You're okay, it's fine." She said to herself as she ran her hands through her hair. She glanced at her night stand, realized the time and hopped down from her bed, knowing she needed to begin her day. She threw on a simple charcoal coloured dress, pairing them with lacy stockings and a fitted black coat quickly before making her way out the door, eager to begin her day in another town. Finally a new adventure after all these months being cooped up doing the same uninteresting job, She thought to herself in excitement. As she walked she mulled over Gideon’s words; she knew nothing of the man she was seeking, only his skills were to be remarkable and it seemed as though he worked alone, though the reasons were unknown. She had seen so many slayers working in pairs, if not more; it seemed to do them well in a fight, though not always well enough. Evelyn thought of the last match she had been in with a slayer; a few months back with a young man with what seemed to be no ability. She had almost felt bad for ending his life, though he had tried to end hers, so she did her best to not give it another thought.<br/><br/>The time had passed quickly as she walked, lost in her thoughts, and she found herself already approaching the train. She could hear the loud whistles the machines made as they slowed to a stop, signalling their arrival, the engines almost drowning out all the sounds around her. She enjoyed the sounds around her and watched the multitude of people around her; the ones that were so unknowing of the creatures that roamed all throughout the country, ready to ruin the world as they know it. She wrinkled her nose, the sounds of the station lovely though she was utterly repulsed by the smell of gasoline. Evelyn stood still, spinning slowly in a circle in an attempt to find her platform, her hair whipping across her face as the trains moved around her, pushing the air around like waves. She found the number nine and she made a steady jog towards her train as it had just begun to approach, making a stop with a screech.<br/><br/>Evelyn found the last car, and made her way inside just as the train was making its last call, already beginning to close its doors. She stood at the back of the train, one of the few places that was completely open and usually vacant of people; most too fearful to spend the ride so close to death. She rested her arms against the guardrail, happy to watch the landscape as the train flew away from the city, the tall buildings already in the distance. She was happy to see the view change as she neared the village of Cotswold; the scene was now full of hills that surrounded the town. There was grass everywhere, the hills full of the greenery; trees that towered, lush and full of life. She could see a few castles in the horizon as they passed by; the stone worn though beautiful, thick vines travelling up the side.<br/><br/>The train stopped as it made it to the edge of the village and she got off, alone at the back of the train, and realized only three others got off along with her; it was obviously a small place, home to people who knew one another quite well.<span style="font-style: italic">Hopefully there aren't too many travellers through here. That’ll make finding this menace quite easy</span>She thought with hope. Evelyn slung her bag over her shoulder as she admired the small cottages that lined the roads; the grey and brown stone similar in style to those of the castles she had seen previously. She looked out into the distance, noticing more of the dense trees around the village, already feeling the intense pull of the beast inside of her, ready to come out. She promised herself she would go out for a run soon; enjoy the fresh air and the lovely scenery, the dirt beneath her paws and the scent of a deer in her tracks. Evelyn sighed, trying to brush the feeling off as she found a tavern.<span style="font-style: italic">The perfect place for gossip</span>She figured. She pushed the door open, greeted by the smell of alcohol and stale bread, the darkness of the tavern offsetting her eyesight. She sat down and dropped her bag and smiled at the man behind the counter; he seemed to be in a daze, almost unable to look away from the sight of her. “…Are you…ummm…Do you need a room?” He muttered. She raised an eyebrow, not realizing she was also in an inn. She shook her head, “Not at the moment” She said and laughed slightly in complete amusement.