Michael had looked at Lecia, to see that she had laughed slightly. But had pushed it off. Standing up he had planned on walking around the house. He had told Lecia to stay in the living room. Maybe make some food. As he had not eatten before coming to the house. As he already planned to use the person's place to act like he lived there. It was a good excuse he thought. But really, it was a way to eat on the job. Walking into the kitchen, he had saw the spirit was already at work. The cabinet's and drawers were wide open. He shrugged, he was able to see what was in everything. Once he was finished seeing what was in them, he closed the cabinet or drawer. Once they were all closed, as he turned to grab a bowl for some cereal. Since it was the simplest meal, as he was on the job. He had been face to face with a spirit. Michael had stopped in place. "Who are you? Why are you here?" Michael asked the spirit. It was a woman, soaked. He would have called this spirit a lesser banshee. He stood at the ready of a shreak. But the woman just vanished. "Oh come on." He said, looking around. Sighing, he had knew that this was just the beginning.<br/><br/>Walking back out to the living room. "Did you get anything? Cause I did." Michael had no time to respond to Lecia. As a thud was made upstairs. He had rushed his way to the sound. It was a lamp that had shatter from being thrown aross the room from the other side, on a night stand. Finding the situation growing. He knew that this was a way to scare people off. But it took a lot to scare him away. "Is that all you can do." Knowing it wasn't. He only wanted to provoke them even more. As he turned to make another around of the house. He stood heavy, like he was in slow motion. His body felt heavy, felt like he was being weighted down. His body went stiff as he had then felt a sharp pain. Burning and shocks of pain in his bones. He let out a scream of pain. Falling to his knees, the ghost had relived his death. Within Michael's mind. Michael had grasped for air. Recovering from the pain. Blood had escaped from Michael's mouth. He had whipped it away with his sleeve. He had hoped Lecia wouldn't noticed. But would have guessed she would know. Before he even knew.<br/><br/>Telling Lecia he was okay. He had recovered himself. Rubbing his head in pain. He had just shared his mind with a ghost. He didn't mind it, unless it caused him harm. But he the mater at hand. Getting these spirits to move on. Was his task at hand. Pain just came with the job. Being used was also what came with the job. But what came to Michael's mind, was something he knew he had to do. He knew this house was filled with intelligent spirits. So while Lecia wasn't with him in the bathroom. He had called his friend as to back up later that night. Being in the field long enough. He had learned when to call for help.<br/><br/>The front door had opened, if someone was around. They would see a woman. With fire red hair her eyes seemed to glow in the dark retangular front door frame. She wore a tight long sleeve shirt with tight black leather pants. Knee high heel boots. "Did someone scream?" She said smuggish. She closed the door behind her. As she had made her way to Michael's Aura. "He'll be alright." She looked at Lecia. She had worked with him before. Seeing he had been saved by this woman many times. "Still hurting?" She looked at Michael. With a smirk of pleasure on her face. She had her arms crossed leaning to the left. She then pushed herself to look around the house. "It's oddly paticular. That a cookie cutter house like this. Being haunted by seven spirits." Her heels clicked on the short carpet floor. As she walked around the house. "It's a good thing you called me in. This place is more than you can handel alone." She said looking towards Lecia. As she triggered a vocal attack on the new woman in Michael's life. She had always had something for this man. He wasn't like any other man. He had a gift that set him apart from the other humans.<br/><br/>The woman had something she hide from Michael. It was that she was a demon. One that lived amoung the humans. But had her way of redeeming herself. By "sending off" evil spirits away. Sending them out of limbo or demon's who have been summoned. Sending them back to hell. She had a connection to the paranormal. That Michael did not have. As she was able to attack demons and interact with innocent spirits, different than he could. She even could tell what Lecia was. Michael had finally recovered, making his way to follow the woman. "Leana what do you sence?" Michael only knew a few powers of hers. She looked around to find something paticular.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Follow...The... Plan."</span>A harsh voice echoed the walls of the house. Michael looked around to find who had said it. As he expected to see a spirit. But had not found the spirit. He had guessed it was from a different room.<br/><br/>"Well there is a leader, one that is evil. Leading the limboed spirits." She had her own terms for spirits. As she called each level type of spirits, like what other demons spoke. Who hunted like her. She looked at<br/>Michael, noticing how he drifted more towards Lecia. She growled quietly, as she had feared to lose the only human with his gift. With his personality. But she had to distance herself. As she knew if he had died. He would probably get VIP access to heaven. As he lived with a pure heart. She whispered under her voice. "Blood sucker." As she made her way to the room she knew the leader was in.