The house sat back in the woods, so deep that from the main road no lights could be seen. Only a little used trail, with barely enough room to drive an SUV, lead to it. The trail was very easy to miss unless you were intently looking for it. The house itself was large and ghostly. Three stories with a wrap around porch, all white but by the looks had not been painted in far too long. The yard was way overgrown and ill kept. Once prized roses now grew around the railing of the left side of the porch and crept across the deck, up onto weathered grey rocking chairs that moved on their own accord in the breeze. Other planted flowers mixed in with the wild combining sweet scents with the smell of moss. The yard was roughly 50 feet from the woods on all sides, except in the areas the forest deemed vital to claim back. However large trees did dot the yard giving the nocturnal animals places to perch and watch the house with a closer view. A black SUV was currently the only sign that the house might be inhabited. Over all it looked like a place that someone once loved… once.<br/><br/>Slowly by unseen hands, the curtain at the front bay window slid open. If one could see into the darkness they would notice that most of the furniture was covered in white sheets. A hallway was obscured by the darkness, a few doors back and to the left was the bed room where one was fitfully sleeping. Inira tossed and turned on the canopy bed that was older then her. The air was stifling hot and she had long before kicked off the covers protecting her bare body. It did not matter that her fire red hair was such a stark contrast to the white sheets that it looked almost like spilled blood. There was no one to see her lithe but athletic body writhe in unpleasant dreams that she had no hopes of waking from. She would not have woken up until the sunlight forced itself through the curtains to unwelcome eyes, except that her beeper went off at the same time the fax machine rang.<br/><br/>She startled awake, sweat on her brow and a slight sheen on her body. The dreams fled and she could not remember why they troubled her so. On bare feet she walked across the room, unconsciously avoiding the squeaky board in the floor. Flipping on the hall light would show her fine form to any unlikely animal fortunate enough to be looking through the window. Her legs and arms were well toned so that her muscles could be seen when she moved. Her abs where flat and almost had the shadow of a six pack. The curves of her hips were well suited for child birth and she was blessed with enough backside to take the sting out of the number of times she has ended up on it. Her breasts were not overly large, but enough of a handful that she never had a desire to change anything about them. She raised her hands above her head and arched her back as she stretched the sleepy languidness out of her body.<br/><br/>She passed out of the hallway and into the study. Most of it was also covered in white sheets. Flipping the light beside the fax machine she saw that it was another bounty. This one marked urgent. The details were a little worse than normal. But it seemed like a run of the mill werewolf loosing touch with their human side and forgetting that there were laws to live by. Dead or Alive was printed in large bold font at the bottom of the page and she smiled. She rarely got request to bring them in alive.<br/><br/>No time like the present to start, even though it was only sometime after 12. She trained herself to get sleep when time was available. She showered with non smelling soap and shampoo. Dressed in cloths washed in non smelling detergent, the fax stuck in a pocket. Combed her wet hair and turned out the hall light that allowed such a show every time she passed through it. At the door she picked up her suv keys and the gun loaded with silver bullets and the gun loaded with normal hollow tip ones. She put them in her holsters and stepped out to the porch. Her boots barely making a sound on the wood. She would not have been heard except she could not prevent the wood from flexing under her weight.<br/><br/>She walked down the stairs of the porch into the yard and looked back at the house. It was then that she noticed the drapes being open. “What the hell? When did I do that?” she whispered to herself and shrugged. This place was her retreat. The one place she felt safe. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of the night air, grounding herself before she began the next hunt.