<div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Katherine Wyatt (http://fav.me/d2ixwqg)</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Time:</span> Earlier that day<br/><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span> Paris, France <br/><span class="bbc_u">Task:</span> Answering a call from one of her charges<br/></span></span></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">The sun had just started to set on the golden city of San Fransisco, and for Kat, it was the perfect moment to view the city from atop the Golden gate bridge.  Her hands at her sides she gazed out over the city and just enjoyed the one quiet moment she had to herself.  It was so rare that she got free time, that she never for once took it for granted.  Her second life, as she liked to call it had been filled with her job, orbing from place to place, helping those that fought for the greater good, leading and guiding those destined for great things.  If you followed that logic, than she was fulfilling her own destiny, and she didn't mind one bit that she worked in the background.  Without her, many young witches and white lighters to be would have died long before they could make any impact on the earth.<br/><br/>Her thoughts where interrupted with a ringing sounding in her head and she looked up, directly into the dark clouds above.  It wasn't the Elders this time, but the distinctive cries from her charge Angelique.  She was a young witch with the power of flight, recently she'd been feeling as if someone was following her, and Kat could feel her anxiety increase as the days went by.  But this wasn't the usual anxiety or even slight fear, the feeling she was projecting now was of sheer terror.   A moment later Kats body gave way into millions of bright floating orbs, traveling up and disappearing into the sky.   <br/><br/>It wasn't even a second later that she arrived in a darkened alley in Paris, the lights of the city dimmed in the small enclosed space.  Looking around she spotted the small form of her charge laying unconscious on the floor, a dark man bending over her frame, his arm held high, gripping a dagger tightly, poised to bring it down and sink it into her charges still beating body.  "Stop!"  The word left her mouth before she could think and she orbed, appearing at her charges side and gripping onto the woman's arm to orb them both out of there.  Unfortunately the man had other plans and his arm swung down, puncturing Angeliques side before she could get them out of there.  When they reappeared in the woman's small apartment, she had an armful of bleeding witch.  <br/><br/>Kat didn't even have to think before laying her hands over her charges wound, muttering encouragement's under her breath.  Her hands flashed blue lights for only a moment before sputtering out, and she looked down at them blankly before scrambling to check the woman's pulse.  Her hands where coated in blood, smearing it over the lily white skin of the woman laying in front of her.  She stilled, feeling for the pulse, but she couldn't find one.  Swiping at her brow with the back of her hand, she looked around, finally realizing that the witch in front of her was dead.  Wiping her bloody hands on her jean clad knees and stood and started to pace before quickly rushing to the door to open it up a crack.  When that was done she orbed out, hoping her elderly neighbor would see the open door and go investigating, she hoped it was soon to, because she hated leaving the woman's body there, even if she didn't really have a choice.  <br/><br/>Even though it was unnecessary, since she knew the Elders where watching, she needed to report this.  Losing a charge was never a good thing, and for her it was doubly hard.  She had honestly liked Angelique, and since liking a charge wasn't really a given, that meant something to her.  When she appeared above, a white robed figure approached her, his displeasure plain.  Before she could get into a heated argument, another robed figure approached her to smooth the situation out.  It took more time than she expected before she was finally dismissed, and it was with an odd sense of relief and grief that she orbed out.<br/><br/><br/></span></span>