<span style="font-weight: bold">Docklands peer</span><br/><br/>A figure peered over at the corpse left on the platform. He was hiding within the shadows of a nearby yacht. Ducking within the seats of the vehicle as his head peeked above the side of the boat.<br/><br/>He’d seen everything since he had wounded this man. He was busy trying to interrogate this victim. Asking him things that he either didn’t have the answers to or was to drunk to give a coherent answer.<br/><br/>The predator especially wanted to know about one of his employers, James. Like why the hell he was still alive given his death some time ago?<br/><br/>Someone had upset the balance in life and death and the predator was not happy about it.<br/><br/>Before he could retrieve any answers at all, he had heard footsteps upon the peer. For his hearing was acute. And given the usual docklands sounds such as lapping waves, kahing of the background seagulls and the floating yachts swaying from side to side, the predator was able to pick out the female figure’s footsteps quite easily.<br/><br/>So, he carved his mark upon the victim and made haste to hide away. Hence, his current location within his hiding spot.<br/><br/>He watched carefully as the lady approached his unconscious body and tried multiple times to try and help him up.<br/><br/>It was pathetic really. With her size and his overabundant one, he was going nowhere. And she wouldn’t at the rate she was going. It was tempting to just get rid of any nuisances such as herself who were trying to intervene with the super natural. He had a collection of knives within his cloak sleeves and could think of one that would particular cut her throat so fine and precisely…<br/><br/>Then he figured she wasn’t really a threat at this point and cleaning up two bodies was going to be more work than it was worth.<br/><br/>He couldn’t help but smile with glee as Athena found the double crossed mark he had left behind. Adding further to his satisfaction, she took a photo.<br/><br/>It was hilarious really. Would the quality even be any good with this lighting? Granted she had a flashlight. She did look like she was in a hurry to go somewhere. Perhaps call someone else for help so he wouldn’t say she took the best of time and care to take that photo.<br/>What did take him by surprise was what happened next shortly after she left.<br/><br/>He’d only looked away for a short while but what must’ve happened next must’ve been really fast!<br/><br/>The dying man gave off one last terrifying and helpless cry, before rolling immediately to one side.<br/>It sounded like a death cry.<br/><br/>‘What the… did he burst an artery or something?’ the cloaked figure narrowed his eyes.<br/><br/>‘No… someone else must’ve been here.’<br/><br/>He couldn’t even sniff out who had been here. He was a predator who could catch anyone’s trail with his acute senses. Mainly sight and smell.<br/><br/>However, it seemed whoever was here had completely evaded his ability to see or smell them.<br/><br/>The predator leapt off the body and towards the dead body. Uncaring at this point if anyone could see him or not.<br/><br/>He pawed at this dead body. Turning over the dead meat sack.<br/><br/>There appeared to be a deep marked crimson incision. Marked from shoulder to waste.<br/><br/>‘What kind of a mark was this?’ he wondered curiously.<br/><br/>Was there really a hunter out there much more powerful than he was?<br/><br/>He had to find out. He had to go and seek this enigmatic being that had laid waste to this forsaken man. And prove to him who the better hunter was.<br/><br/>In the meantime, however, he had to clean up.<br/><br/>He lifted the body up with his agile strength and leapt upon the boat. Laying the body within the seats where he had stealthed himself within previously.<br/><br/>The cloaked figure leapt off the boat and landed upon the peer platform deftly.<br/>Retrieving his favourite dagger from within his cloak, he sliced the rope that was stationing the yacht and watched as it become to drift away. The body within the boat flowing out to sea.<br/><br/>“Rest in peace old man, at least you have taken the place upon who was meant to die some time ago,” the figure spoke out. Before turning on his hide legs and running on all fours.<br/><br/>The thrill of the hunt making him feel competitive towards whoever had ended that man’s life.<br/><br/>Maybe he was still out there.<br/><br/>Or maybe if that girl hadn’t cleared enough distance, she’d be next. After all, he couldn’t have everyone cheat death.<br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Psychiatrist’s office </span><br/><br/>Julien smiled. Taking his hand away from Carly’s forhead for a minute. The 3rd eye within the palm of his hand blinking.<br/><br/>The girl fell back lifelessly against the inclination of the chair. A muffled cry of exhaustion.<br/><br/>“Rest while you can because I’m not done with you yet,” he said, rubbing his hands together before sitting back in his swivel chair.<br/><br/>Outstretched and relaxed.<br/><br/>There was so much more to this girl than what he originally perceived.<br/><br/>He originally dismissed her as a train wreck who had no back bone when it came to accepting the death of her parents. Like so many other people in this world who had no back bone.<br/><br/>Still, preying on the weak made his job so much fun as well as playing mind games with them. He didn’t even care about the money that came with it. However, the currency in this word, for what it was worth was able to afford him professional clothing attire, a decent car, and an all expense spared quality lifestyle. Not that he needed it much or put it high on his priority list but blending in within this world was a necessity.<br/><br/>He was a powerful lurker. However, he had only been on this earth for a couple of decades. He was still in the process of determining how many angels they were here and how powerful were they in comparison to him. Furthermore, he needed power to evolve into something much more powerful than what he was at the moment.<br/><br/>He also needed some specimens for his ritual. An angel being amongst his list of ingredients.<br/><br/>If everything he had been watching had been valid, then it was safe to say that Carly was actually an angel.<br/><br/>Except she didn’t seem to know it. Which was an added bonus.<br/><br/>Someone from that alliance who didn’t know their powers would pose no threat to him whatsoever.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Too easy</span>he thought. Before stretching his arm out again. The red eye flaring a monstrous red hue. Carrying the mood of a million bleeding souls within its iris.<br/><br/>“Carly… Carly…!” Julien snapped his fingers with his other hand. Causing her to open her eyes wearily.<br/><br/>“…where… where…” she groaned. Exhausted and zoned out.<br/>She then gritted her teeth as she found the hand clasp her forehead again. Having no choice but to comply and grant the visions Julien was absorbing.