Micheal's echoing footsteps moved further and further from her. Her instincts clawing inside her mind to follow, the slight tingle still present along her neck. She could hear him moving around the creaking of the damned cabinets. A spirit's calling card, a tactic to garner attention to be heard. Sadly she felt pity for them, she understood that feeling well.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Flashes of Eric still lingering at the edge of her mind. His smile that once had charmed her to her death. Even as her eyes had closed that smile had been something he had shown her. More recent pictures replayed in her mind. His too smug smile, the down turn of his lips in disappointment when she wouldn't return. When she no longer saw him and wanted to be near him. Only anger and sadness tingling from there bond.</span><br/><br/>Lecia quickly bit the inside of her cheek.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Screw him”</span>her mind bit back bitterly. She had wasted too much on that an excuse of a creature. Micheal mattered now nothing else, she needed to focus.<br/><br/>The exasperated tone of Micheal moved, the clink of the bowl in his hands. His feet coming closer to her. His nearness helping her become more at ease again.<br/><br/>Micheal in his element was fast paced and daring. And frankly reckless. But his soft return was sort lived even as his question left his mouth his attention drawn away by the thud above there heads. Her teeth gnashed together as she followed him silently. His taunting words echoing off the walls. She hated this part.<br/><br/>That nagging feeling was relentless. She was listening to his steps even as she reached mid way up the steps only to feel a cold stab in her heart. Even if it was eternally silent it still beat mere feet from her. His footsteps halted mid stride.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Not right”</span>her mind warned. Her steps hurrieed as they reached the top. The sight of Micheal unnaturally still. A sudden jerk of his legs had him on his knees. The creaking of the wood floor beneath him, any harder it would surely break. She clenched her teeth if she kept this up they would surely snap. His pain tearing at her, she hated this. But this was his life, ghosts, undead, the things that go bump in the night. He was helping, a protector. Micheal a shinning example, a beacon to her in the dark, solidifying her resolve once again. Even as the scent of his blood coated the air.<br/><br/>This spirit was lucky it was no longer alive, she wouldn't have hesitated snapping its neck. Internally she scolded  herself for the ruthlessness that still remained within her. She couldn't help the predatory hiss that erupted  from her throat to the entity that harmed Micheal.<br/><br/>His hand held up silencing her. She was at his side pestering about his wounds. She was greeted with his usual aloofness to the pain.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Part of the job”</span>she mocked inside her mind. Her features pulling together in frustration. Guilt nagged at her, warning her of her thoughts. Something felt off and she wanted to be away from the place with Micheal in tow. But he would have none of that. She had heard the sound of his cell earlier but had said nothing, opting to busy herself. He deserved privacy, she couldn't stand any more guilt tonight.<br/><br/>As she gathered items from their bags to help ease his pain. The squeak of the door handle had her turning, the tingle along her neck screaming. Red hair and red eyes flashed at Lecia, she couldn't hold back the nervous lump in her throat. Even as she kept her stride as she meant to move to Micheal's side. This stranger to her making her wish for more distance between the them. Her voice sweet but smug were like nails along a chalk board. But she remained still, watching in silence. Even as her words were positive she still felt the urge to be far away.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Alone”</span>the word slipping out of the fiery serpents mouth, she would bet anything that tongue of hers was forked. She had dug her nails deep into her palms to keep her release of the feral hiss at the woman. She couldn't let her goad her on. Who was she? The question nagging at her.<br/><br/>Micheal clearly knew her, his features animated as they spoke. His words filtering in ever so often, all she could hear was the blood in there bodies. Her anger had heightened her vampiric senses and she was doing all she could not to claw out the woman. The creaking of the floor seemed to bring her back. Micheal's scent closer easing her back from the edge. Finally releasing a shuddered breath.<br/><br/>A growl interrupted her peace her eyes narrowing on the red head. Her upper lip curled ready to release her own response. Her lengthy form moving about chasing the voice that lingered nearby.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Blood sucker”</span>her soft echoing voice spoke.  So soft Micheal would never hear. But lecia didnt have that luxury she had heard it, and she had felt her eyes go wide. Only Micheal's form coming between them as he followed after her, his presence ceased her from launching at the woman. Her fist clenched she turned tossing a picture that laid nearby.<br/><br/>The crack of the glass as it the floor pleading her just a bit. Something for how wound up she felt. They would have questions she was quick to move, a nearby window opened just enough. A lie.<br/><br/>But with her outburst she had released the tension in her. Hopefully she could make it through this house.<br/><br/>“How exactly are you supposed to help?” she asked finally voicing herself to the woman. She couldn't help her narrowed lavender eyes. A hand on her hips, moving to feel more confident. She would not be forgotten, again.