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A spark illuminates a dark alleyway, revealing two men. One of them is dressed in a duffel coat with his hood raised above his head in a futile effort to save himself from the pouring rain. His size is unimposing, average height at most and not much of a build to show through his thick coat. The other is in a leather jacket, lighting a cigarette with zippo lighter that lit the street earlier. He is taller and has a larger quality than his companion. The light captures the sharp piercing quality of his gaze. His blond spiked hair looks as if it was made of hay, shooting in all direction. As the thin strand of smoke start to rise, he offers one to his companion. He turns towards the pack of cigarettes and shakes his head. The sudden motion brings his face into light. His features are Asian, with a hint of a playful nature hidden underneath his focused expression. His jet black bangs lightly fall upon his right eye and extending into a smooth curve just enough to hide it from view.

"No thanks. I'm trying to cut back. No more cigarettes. Just the pipe."

The blond man shrugs and slips the pack back into his chest pocket. As he speaks, the English accent is thick in his speech.

"The pipe? Isn't that worse than cigs?"

"I'm talking plain pipe tobacco. Nothing fishy. Actually it's safer. Less of the tar, chemicals, etc."

"And this has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you're a Sherlock Holmes fan?"

"Well, actually it has everything to do with me being a Holmes fan."

The asian man replied jovially and chuckled a bit. He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered as the rain started to take its toll.

"Isn't this vamp supposed to be here by now? This alley is the center of the recent wave of attack."

"Well, yes, it's the center of a spiral pattern. But how sure can we be that your profiling methods can really be applied to demons?"

"Half demons. And even that really depend on the species of vampire we're dealing with. Some are born out of demonic or mystical origin, some are just based on purely biological evolution. The biological kinds also stem into different categories. You've got your New York Split-Jaw, your Washington Twilights, and lets not forget the Chupacabra"

The blond man gave the asian man a questionable glance.
"Chupacabra? You ARE pulling my leg this time, right?"

"Swear to god, no leg pulling. I warned you when you joined up. You'll be seeing some more bizarre s**t along the road."

The blond man chuckled at the asian man's comment.

"Trust me, Bandi. I've had my share of weird in my life. My own father's a vampire. A very high ranking one in the coven, too."

"Yeah, about that. How the hell did that work out? A vamp's rank is usually directly proportional to the reputation he or she builds over time or how many they sire. You're father can't be an old vampire, since you're only 25 years old, so he's only been a vamp for 25 years at most."

The man shifted at Bandi's question and inhaled his smoke deeply before he gave an answer.

"He was an extremely intelligent man even before he was turned. And when he did, he utilized his ability to manipulate people, ruthlessness to take out enemies, and strategic knowledge to bring out best results out of his resources. By the 5th year into his time as a vampire, he was one of the leaders of his coven."

Bandi glanced at him cautiously for a moment before he opened his mouth.

"East, How did you get away from..."

"Bandi, nine o' clock."

"Huh?"

"Look to your left." East explained as he quickly doused out his cigarette.

Sure enough, Bandi was able to catch a glimpse of a figure skulking in the shadow on the other side of the alley. Upon closer observation, he could see that it was in fact two figures, with one leaning on the other, seemingly unconscious.

"Yeah, definitely time to move in. Looks like we got a victim to save while we're at it."

Bandi reached his left hand behind him, grabbing at the hilt of the sword hanging behind him. The hilt was two feet long, approximately the same length as the blade itself, judging from the scabbard. It was also hinted from the grooves that it was collapsable and extends even longer. The blade was not a slender sword, but a very broad blade, suggesting that it was a Korean blade called a Woldo. The collapsable handle would explain the short length for a usually four feet handle. His right hand reached a sachel that was slung to his right side, which unfolded into a long leather strip with various vials and tools organized into separate slots. Bandi selected four of the vials and closed the sachel and stuck each vials between his fingers in his right hand.

East, on the other hand, carried no visible weapon but merely slipped on a pair of leather gloves as he got off the wall he was leaning on.

"When was the last time you coated that blade with silver?" East asked as he led the way to the warehouse the vampire and the victim entered.

"Uh, two weeks ago, During the last full moon. Why? Not like we're fighting werewolves here."

"Well vampires are also allergic to silver. Not as devastatingly as the lycans, but enough to really damage the healing of the wound from it."

"Right. Well, hopefully we dust these vamps on the spot so we don't have to worry about any healing. But in case any of them do get away, yeah, my blade's got silver coating."

"Good." East nodded. He then noticed a loud clunking noise from the inside, most likely a dead bolt locking.

"Great. There goes our element of surprise, I suppose." mumbled East.

"Says who?" Bandi asked and took off his left hand from his sword and snapped his fingers.

At that points the hinges blew off and the doors naturally fell to the ground. The thick cloud of dust left the vamps coughing and trying hard to regain visual. East unzipped his jacket to reveal neat rows of clean white wooden stakes lining the inner seams. His hand gripped two in between his fingers, which were firmly planted in the hearts of two vampires the next moment. This was enough to spring the others into acute alertness. The rest of the coven snarled furiously as they flew in to avenge their fallen brothers.

"They make this so easy..." Bandi sighed and clicked a button on his blade. The mechanism extended the handle with a satisfying click, transforming the weapon into a full sized Woldo. As soon as the blade was as tall as his own height, Bandi swung the blade horizontally and sliced off a head cleanly. It was an odd feeling, to not have a fountain of blood exploding from the wound. Instead, a cloud of ash scattered through the air and left no other trace of any creature that stalked the night of the city. But before the dust could settle, Bandi's blade was once again swinging in the air. This time, he pulled back from and an actual contact, but swung it at the direction of one of the oncoming adversaries. A orange wave of flames trailed the path of the blade and caught upon the vamp. The blood curdling cry of agony was enough to spook the rest into hesitation, leaving many open to attack.

The vials in his right hand flew at a crowd of female vamps. As the glass broke upon impact, they were doused in holy water. They screamed as the sacred prayers imbued in the water burned and melted at their flesh. However, they were put out of their misery soon enough by one of East's flying stakes.

East, on the other hand, took a more hands-on routine. His fist was wrapped around a stake, its white hue now soaked deep dark scarlet. Unlike the ones that he threw (which were stout, straight and optimal for throwing and staking) the ones he was using now were slender, curved, and narrow, as if it was shaped like a knife. Sure enough, he was using them to cut open wounds as much as he was using them for stabbing. He was methodical and efficient, punching a face, slitting the throat, and then finishing with a stab in the heart. Punch, slit, stab; punch, slit, stab; Punch, slit, stab... Occasionally one of his prey would tackle him before he could react. He subsequently placed his hand upon the vampire and and explosion of wind would blow him away. Unlike Bandi, who was an explosive force, East was a controlled cannon, his expression was neutral and calm, completely in control.

It was less then 15 minutes before the numbers dwindled and the only vampire left was weighing his option. It didn't took him long to decide to make a run for it to the exit.

"Oh, come on... Really?" Bandi asked and then shot a fireball at the running vamp. The flame met with one of East's stake mid-air, and the running blood-sucker had a flaming stake impaled in his back, penetrating his heart. After a single shudder, the creature was reduced to a pile of ashes.

Without relishing their victory, Bandi flew over to the limp body of the victim the vampires dragged in. The sight of a young girl, no more than 15, made Bandi's blood cold. He quickly checked for a pulse in her neck, but there was nothing.

"Damn it....." He swore through gritted teeth.
"DAMN IT!" This time, his curse bellowed through the warehouse and his fist left a crater on the concrete floor.

East quietly laid a hand on his shoulder.
"Come on. They had her before we even saw them. There was nothing we could have done."

Even though there was truth in East's words, Bandi couldn't help feeling furious. Furious with the vampires. Furious with the little girl's parents, who didn't keep this girl safe. Furious with himself, who couldn't save this girl. Just as he couldn't save his sister...

"th....thirsty...."

The voice was so quiet, he almost missed it. Bandi shot a glance at the child and there she was with her eyes open. She was looking at him with a longing glance, pleading with him.

"Please... I'm so thirsty...."

Bandi stared at her dumbfounded for a moment, and then registered her words.
"Thirsty.... thirsty...! Of course! Give me a moment, I have a canteen...!" But as he frantically rummaged through his canteen, he heard a sickly sound of a stake ripping through flesh. He turned aghast at the little girl, whose fangs were inches away from him. A white stake was planted in her heart.

Bandi had less than a second into the sad eyes of the girl, as she crumbled into the wind. He spun upon East, gripping the hem of his shirt and one hand pulled back and ready to plant in his face.

"What was that?! Why?!"

East's expression was unaffected, but his eyes showed compassion.
"You know why."

Bandi glanced back at the pile of ashes and dropped his head. His fist fell deftly at his side and the other released East's shirt.
"Yeah..... I do... I'm sorry." His voice dropped. He picked up his satchel and headed towards the door.
"Let's go..."

East looked back at the ash of the child, picked up the stake in the pile, replaced it back into his jacket, and followed after Bandi.

The Sisters of Augustine

“ I will light a candle for your loss.” The family that stood before her bowed their heads and went to sit at a pedestal not far from her. The woman, rather blond in appearance was wearing a long black robe, signifying her as one of the followers of the church. She wore more traditional garb of a nun but did not wear the head peace, which allowed her hair to go free. After all she was the head of this church, a female which was not seen often. Blue eyes skimmed the room. It was rather empty today, the lack of people saddened her but she could not force people to believe in god, they simply had to do it on their own. The girl turned and moved over to the candles. She lit one using the fire of another and bowed her head in prayer.

“This is not the place for you sister. You, out of everyone here, happen to be the biggest sinner of all.” The blond did not look to the source of the voice for she already knew who it was. She finished her prayer and stood, slowly turning and moving to the alter in the center of the room. “Even if you polish the alter a million times it won’t bring him back. We don’t have that kind of power.” Finally she gave in and turned on the woman. This woman looked just like her minus the fact that her hair was black as night and her eyes were tinted red.

“What do you want from me Ray?” The blond placed her hands on her hips, obviously not interested in what had to be said.

“We have a mission. The Sisters of Augustine have a mission.” The blond sighed and bowed her head in defeat as she knew she had no other choice.

“Very well, allow me to change.” She quickly left the room, returning only when she was ready. She wore a plain black dress, white frills at the bottom. A silver cross hung from her neck as her blond hair flowed out behind her. In her hands she held a little black book bound in leather. Slowly the blue orbs met red and the two girls shared the same thought. “Let us end this quickly. I do not wish to spend time away from the church.”

“It’s your own fault Yune. You pledged loyalty to the syndicate, as did I. Father is law.” Both girls nodded in the sad realization. The dark haired girl, Ray wore a similarly fashioned clothing, a simple black dress and a silver cross adorning her chest. They did not look very frightening but they had a rather large reputation. The Augustine sisters were a monster hunting duo, sometimes it happened to be supernatural monsters, while other times it was simply a human criminal. It did not matter who, they had been hired and there for they had to get to work.

“Who is the target?”

“His name is Armond Chantelle. According to our intel he is a human trafficker, especially of young teens. On the side he is manufacturing a drug called Zerua. It’s components are unknown but it seems to be inducing some weird strand of vampire DNA. It turns people into one of them for a short period of time and prolonged exposure kills the person. It is highly addictive. No cure and or sedative has been found after the person has taken the drug.”

The blond girl frowned and grabbed the cross on her chest as the dark haired one, Ray, spoke. She didn’t like the sound of this. Still, none the less she grabbed her over coat, a long black trench coat that floated about her body, defying gravity. She held the leather bound book to her chest and the two girls exited the church. Once outside they turned their attention to a large man standing at the bottom of the stairs. In one hand he had an umbrella, protecting him from the rain, while in the other he had a bag. He stared at the girls and smiled as he held out the rather large bag. This bag was taller than the girls and about a foot wide. He threw this bag at their feet and chuckled a bit “Here are your toys girls. Happy hunting.” He waved a hand over his head and walked away.

Yunari clutched her chest as she stared after the man with a sad smile. “Father…” But of course he didn’t hear her, he was far to busy walking away. She sighed, leaned down and picked up the bag with one hand. It looked far to heavy for a girl her size to be carrying but she swung it around like it was nothing.

Ray snickered a bit and placed her hands behind her head “Show off.” The two girls shared a little smile before Yune allowed a little laugh and the two began to walk, easily sliding into the shadows of an alley.

"It is time to play"

Izel was starting to get unnerved. They took this job because it was a commission, and god knew the gang could do with some money at this point. But she couldn’t help the fact that ghosts unnerved her. She was a proud fighter who has gone against beasts of the likes of trolls and werewolves. However, the ethereal quality of ghosts was enough to scare her. She was one to always engage in a hand to hand combat and the solid feeling of flesh being struck was what made her comfortable. Her current partner for the mission, Evan, had no such inhibition. He seemed to thrive off the darker side of the job. But then again, the man drove his power from shadows and the fear. How he and Bandi can be so different when they were twins was a mystery for her.
“Are you getting any readings at all yet?” She asked the silver haired Evan.
He shot a look at her with amusement in his startlingly grey eyes.
“Come on, Izel. You’re putting your flaming red hair to shame. Shouldn’t you be all tough and spirited?”
“I resent that. Why do you need to endorse stereotypes of appearance?”
“Alright, I’m just kidding. No, I’m not getting any EMF readings on the machine yet.”
“Why do you even need that thing any way? Aren’t you like into the occult and in tune with dark supernatural energy or something?”
“Look who’s stereotyping now? Just because my powers are significantly darker than the others, doesn’t mean I’m the spawn of all darkness.”
“Why didn’t we just find the corpse of the ghost and salt the bones and burn it?” Izel asked, her voice laced with annoyance at this point.
“Well, first, this guy’s been dead so long, we don’t even have RECORDS of who he is. We can’t find his grave, if it even exists.”
The moment he finished his sentence, the EMF reader started to beep.
“Well sounds like it’s our turn at the bat.” He chuckled as stood up from his seat at the table. There was a ring of salt around them, a pair of shot guns, and a set of iron blades. Izel quickly picked up a shotgun and aimed at a source of a cold breeze.
Evan on the other hand lazily picked up his scythe. The dark iron’s blade seemed to be sucking the light out of the very room. Soon the form of an old man appeared right in front of them.
“Get out….” The spectre droned.
“Ugh-uh. You’re the one who’s going to be leaving. See this salt ring? Can’t cross it, can you?” Izel taunted.
The old man smiled and blew in their direction. A strong gust blew as he did so, and the salt chain was broken.
“Oh, crap…” she muttered under her breadth.
The ghost grinned at the lack of confidence in their faces and slowly approached the two of them.
When the ghost was sufficiently close enough, Izel’s face broke into a grin as she cocked the reproduced Winchester 1901 Lever.
“Foolish girl. I’m a spirit. The lead slugs will just-“
The rest of the sentence was cut off as he was blown away.
“Rock salt, you son of b***h.” Izel smirked with another click of the lever. “Evan, now!”
Evan smacked the end of his scythe on the ground, and the ground where the ghost was knocked back glowed. The old man found himself surrounded by a scarlet circle of symbols and hieroglyphs.
“Drawn with the blood of a lamb. You’re not leaving now.” Evan said as he pulled out a leather bound book from a briefcase and started to read off in what seemed to be latin.
“No! No-!” The ghost screamed, and as sudden as he appeared, he was gone from sight.
Izel looked at the now empty circle and shrugged.
“Well, that was easy.”
Evan was already packing as he answered Izel. “Well we gotta have an easy day once in a while…”

The Sisters of Augustine

“So you’re telling me you have no idea who the supplier is?” A very annoyed looking blond was circling a man tied to a chair. The room was empty all but the chair, the man and the two sisters. Ray rested against the wall, cleaning her finger nails. She was rather bored with this already. If it were up to her, she would have just killed the scum, human or not. But Yunari had this thing called morals so that wasn’t happening. The man tied to the chair looked rather roughed up. He had choppy short hair , torn jeans and tattered pieces of what use to be a shirt. The blond stopped her circling and stood behind him, slowly looking up at the single light in the room. “Do you know that if that light were to go out, you would meet a monster far worse than any in this city?” The man blinked and looked up at her clearly not afraid.

With a smirk the blond lifted her hand and snapped. A small flame broke the light and darkness filled the room. “it is your turn. He obviously won’t listen to reason.” the dark haired girl smirked, though her expression was hidden by the darkness of the room. The blond moved to the other side and leaned against the wall, not wanting to get in the way. This was why they worked together, they could utilize both their specialties like this. Even in the dark the blond could see the dark almost deepen as Ray stepped out onto the mat. She raised her hand and a swirling vortex like thing formed under the man’s chair. The chair began to sink and the man began to panic as Ray’s voice filled the room.

The man could not see Ray but Yune could, probably because of their link as sisters. The woman’s eyes began to glow a dark red, Armond saw this and tried to kick and scream, falling backwards in the chair. The dark haired girl was on him in seconds, resting in the man’s lap as she tucked strands of hair behind his ear and lightly touched his nose. “If she’d let me, you know I could eat you. Digest you like the pathetic human you are. We aren’t good at our jobs for no reason. If they sent us after you, well than you’re screwed.”

From the swirling vortex little tentacles of shadow began to escape, pushing the chair up as Ray continued to sit on the man’s lap. She smiled, the two red eyes being all the man could see. “So, tell me what I want to know, or there will be no Armond Chantelle left, so what is your decision? You’re a business man. I’m sure you know the odds are stacked against you.” As if to prove her point she lifted her hand and ran it over a rather dark area of the room. A set of golden eyes appeared in that area fallowed by a feeling of hot air on the man’s face and a gooey wetness. A low growl emitted from the creature and that was all she wrote for the man began to sob in their arms and Ray sighed, rolling her eyes and everything returned to normal. Yunari lit the room, small little flames appearing in a circular pattern to show the terrified man.

“Ugh! Seriously Yune, these weak a** people are starting to cramp my style. Even that pack of werewolves last week was more fun than this. People are just too afraid of the dark these days.” the dark haired girl stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her as she made her exit. The blond stared down at the man a strange look appearing on her face.

“ I hate scum like you. At least with monsters, some choose to be good. You humans get to be good from the start. We have to prove ourselves to be good.” She glanced behind her before sighing softly. She reached forward as the man looked ready to talk and removed the gag. That’s when he began to spill everything he knew.

“It’s beyond me. There is some big company, um Extel Pharmaceuticals. They are trying to create a race of controllable monsters.” To this the blond snickered for the company was behind the syndicated. Those people had already found how to do such a thing. Well at least with her and Ray.

“How does it work?”

“It’s a vaccination. They made some weird concoction that is mixed with the blood of creatures like werewolves and vampires. This is why there has been more monsters lately. Anyway, they told me to test it for them. So I became the middle man, dishing it out to people. The results are bad though either people die or they become over taken by the monster’s abilities creating an even stronger monster than before.” the blond rubbed her temples and rested against the wall. So they were going up against an army of super monsters? Was that what the man was trying to tell her? She sighed and let her body rest, a few of the little flames going out which seemed to freak the man out. He did not want to be left in the dark.

“It is not yet perfected. Even the super monsters it creates have a short life expectancy. At the end of the twenty four hour period they return to human form and die. That is what they are trying to fix. But for that they need stronger monster DNA. One closer to humans so that it will link better.” The blond sighed and decided to leave this man be. His people would find him in the morning but of course nothing could be that easy. She heard the cracking of bones and the ropes snapping as they were broken. The man behind her began to change, his body shifting. “Times up, I’ve been stalling to get the drug time to flow through my system… Haha now, try a bit of Wendigo. It’s the newest ..emph”

The man was stopped dead in his tracks as the blond’s hand went and latched over his face in his mid transformation. She turned her head, blue eyes glowing slightly as she stared at him with a rather cold expression. The flames around the room shot up, growing at least a foot tall each as they lashed about violently. “No, it is you who should taste the bite of a monster. We are not creatures to be duplicated.” She sighed and lowered her head a silent prayer escaping her lips. She did, after all, life at a church it would be strange not to pray for his soul. From her hand erupted a massive flame and the creature began to burn. He would most likely return to human form and many would think she killed a human but she and the almighty knew the truth and for that she didn’t care. As the man became still and lifeless she dropped him to the floor and turned. “You are purified. May your soul find eternal rest.”

She left the room, her eyes wincing as they adjusted to the light. She picked up her back which had been resting outside and was soon joined by her sister. Ray shook her head and looked at the blond with a sad expression. “Why do you do that?”

“do what?” The blond returned wit ha tone that said that she wasn’t going to answer. The raven haired girl just sighed and continued to walk beside her sister. It was always like this, and even in the end the one who did the worst deeds was the blond, almost like she was protecting the darker girl from harm. She would never understand it.

The two made one stop, passing off information and receiving a rather large looking brown envelope. This was given to Ray who smiled deviously. “Come on! Let’s go get a bite to eat. I mean seriously after chasing that idiot around all day I’m starved!” Ray grabbed the blond and ruffled her hair a bit before walking a bit faster. The blond smiled softly and they made their way to a small mom and pop diner. They picked out a rather large booth and Yune tossed her bag into the seat. She sat down beside it and began to read the menu. Ray on the other hand plopped down and spread her body out sighing in pleasure. She picked up the paper and began to glance over it. There were a few interesting stories and something about a haunted house but she was sure Yune would not want to go.

Food was ordered and she closed the paper. Then for the first time in a while the two just had a normal conversation. One about normal things like bills and church and yes even men.

The Sisters of Augustine

Yune bowed her head as her tea arrived. She said a few words, grabbing her cross and then smiling. While she was not eating she did drink the rather hot liquid. It calmed her down and she stared off into the distance. “We have to get out of this business.” She spoke. Her voice rather hushed though she was sure no one was close enough to hear her. Blue orbs drifted over to see a rather large group but she didn’t let her eyes last long for she could see one of them shifting his gaze back and forth. She didn’t like that. A plate numerous things was placed before Ray. This included a few vegetables but mostly meat like a steak and a few ribs. Why did they go out in public like this? Well rather simple no one who had crossed their paths had lived to tell the tale. They were monster hunters and received all their orders from the syndicate. That meant that the clients never saw their faces. They just knew that they were women from the name.

But not that that was something to dwell on. Yune watched Ray devour her food, somehow maintaining a rather impressively clean face as she did so. The blond began to wonder if her sister had a black hole for a mouth along with her strange shadow abilities. She tapped the side of her cup and glanced down at the paper her sister had gotten. “Haunting huh? No doubt you want to go.” Red eyes glanced up and she knew that she was right. The blond gave a little nod and sighed softly. “Very well. We can go. Our job is done and we don’t have another one yet so there is no harm in sight seeing.” The blond stood and excused herself form the table, making a trip to the restroom to clean up. She always felt dirty after a fight, even if it was with a malicious creature. The dark haired girl finished her food in record time, standing as well. She stretched out her body, hearing a satisfying crack as her back set.

The woman walked over to the counter and paid for their things. While there she had a small conversation with the man behind the counter, obviously flirting. Behind her a man began to approach their bag. His fingers wrapped around the handle and gave a mighty heave but the bag would not budge. Both hands clasped now and he gave another pull but nothing. It was about this time that the blond returned and without warning she gave a smack to the back of the man’s head which sent him falling into their table and Ray’s empty plates. The blond shook her head and grabbed the bag, hoisting it over her shoulder with ease.

“Pilfering creature. Know your place. The dark haired girl turned her head to speak to the man who was obviously confused. Red eyes glanced over towards the group from earlier. She smiled a bit, having noticed the one obviously looking between the two groups. She cast him a wink, being playful as always before she rejoined her sister. “Lets head out.”

“Um Miss… ?” Yunari stopped and shuffled through her pockets, finding the brown envelope and pulling out a few bills. She placed them on the counter in front of him and bowed her head.

“ I apologize for the mess. I hope that will cover the price of… clean up. Please do keep the change.” She bowed her head once more before leading her sister outside. She glanced to her sister and they shared a silent moment before glancing down at Ray’s hands. The paper had materialized in her hand in a shadowy poof, and while no one outside seemed to notice she still didn’t like the fact that the girl used her power out in the open like that. She sent a scolding look but Ray just shrugged it off. “So where is this place?”

Ray turned and pointed a smile on her face. But that was not the plan. She grabbed Yunari, while her attention was drawn away and pulled her into an alley. With a quick glance around the dark haired girl pulled her sister into a shadow and they vanished from the area. When they surfaced outside the rather spooky looking house Yunari was gasping for breath and she bit down hard on her lip, slugging her sister in the shoulder with an angered look. “Damn it Ray! You know I hate that!” she took her time to breath and then straightened her pose. She looked at the house and then sighed softly. This was not her kind of thing. She looked at the house and then back at Ray.

The blond turned and looked at the gate before walking away from her sister and sitting beside the gate. “go on have fun. You know I hate these kinds of jobs. I’ll just purify the grounds when you’re done." The raven haired sister jumped and clapped with joy. She had been surprised that Yune agreed to come along let alone got this far. So even though the girl wasn’t coming with her, she felt a sense of ease. With a mock solute the girl vanished from the blond’s sight, most likely finding her own entrance into the building. Yunari fell to the ground and let her bag drop as well. Ray would surely be fine, if not then she could slip out using her powers.

With a mighty yawn the blond closed her blue orbs and allowed a light sleep to take her. Around her body appeared an invisible barrier, when a dark spirit or such attempted to touch her it was knocked back. Lesser creatures would be killed while stronger ones would simply be warded away.