It was a cataclysm filled with emotions inside the Slayer, a trained man who couldn't understand what was happening to him. It was all strange and it was bothering him deeply, though this would prove fun for him. Taking time off from his job was well needed, but this new challenge could prove useful to him. To help him with whatever he was to come up against.<br/><br/>Eli was a Slayer, a pure breed of the strangest race ever, his will arched and bent to go around obstacles and he would defeat this but... so far he was loosing. Loosing to a stranger who had her finger set on him, one of which could crush him. Her kind smile, her soft lustrous voice, flaunting features, smooth touch, and overall charm... it all played part in his demise of will. His down fall, a once fierce warrior to be subdued by a seductress of unknown race. Almost like Sampson and Delilah.<br/><br/>The female talked smoothly and explained he had made a wise choice. Not like he had but...<br/><br/>The Slayer listened and softly turned his head into her touch a little, then he nodded after the kiss again. He had to buck up with that, he didn't like kissing much. However he stood and watched her, with a smirk on his face and narrowed eyes the male felt like staying but somehow. Somehow his feet moved and he followed her, followed her into the woods out back. The woods made him remember home, the last place he had ever hated. Home was gone, burned to the ground. He made sure of that years ago.<br/><br/>Walking he looked around, his navy eyes darted back and forth. His odd hair and eyes actually were real, a side effect of surviving a poison. A rather odd poison but still... he soon caught up to her and stayed silent as he walked with her. Maybe his knife, the one with that poison, could aid him if needed.