Her boots made a resounding sound as she stepped forward past the front door, and was met with a faded living room that smelt like old mold mixed with rotten bones. However it was clearly obvious from the boot tracks that another being was here, as she already assumed due to the door being crushed in. The whip released a little , giving itself enough slack in case of a disturbance. One only knew of what hell she could meet.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Who are you? What are you doing here? Also if you would be so kind as to sprinkle this on you."</span>A man asked as he pointed a gun at her and offered her holy water.<br/><br/>" My name is Alana , and I am here, as it seems for the same reason you are. And holy water please , i don't need that." A small grin crossed her face as she shoved her way past the mam that was rather handsome. With that in tow she glanced at the living room past the man, then at the stairs as if waiting for a decision to be made.<br/><br/>Instead of heading for the living room, she took to the broken grayed over stairs that hardly looked passable for anyone. They creaked, and seemed to crack as her boots carried her over the steps. Some steps were completely missing , while others  seemed half gone. Cackling from the child was still clear as she wandered up the stairs and was met with broken family picture frames, and ripped up carpet that screamed old age.<br/><br/>Up here in the practical rafters of the mansion the childâ€™s cackling could be heard as if it was in the hallway with her. There were four doors all hanging off their hinges lining the wall on either side. Without hesitating she walked to the first door and kicked the door in. It slammed to the floor , and she was met with a crib, and a smiling pale white 6 month old child. Who had blood red eyes, and sharp teeth. It continued to laugh as it raised itâ€™s hands at her. Sharp nails gleamed at her, and in panic she raised her whip and extended it around the childâ€™s neck.<br/><br/>But the child was by far faster than her, and twisted , leaping out of the basket, and landing on the ground on his two feet. A hiss ran from his mouth. Was it possible for an immortal baby to speak? She shook her head in udder confusion, and leaped back, keeping eyes on the child. Like hell a child would best her.<br/><br/>The whip convulsed and as it twisted back to her, it wrapped around the childâ€™s leg , burning it with holy water.  Creating a scar that seared into the childâ€™s legs. Itâ€™s scream echoing throughout the broken down manor. She yanked on the whip cutting through the childâ€™s leg, making it unable to move. Within a moment the whip had torn the child creature in half, but covered her in blood. A hassleâ€¦how could a child be such a damn hassle.