“So.” [i]As the flames cackled and burnt away at the now smoldering, bloodied remains of Ian’s skeleton, their tips flickering through the crevices and holes within whatever was left of the suddenly revived, yet once more dead man, the orange flames engulfing the body - a feminine voice would call out to the teenager who had committed the murder not once, but twice now. As Ike would have regularly walked off, he would hear a quiet thud behind him, as the woman, whoever she was, found herself the time to speak.[/i] [i]She was.. different, from the typical people that you would find to roam the darkness of the woods, seeking out a cannibalistic boy in the dreads of nighttime. She was quite tall, probably five feet and ten or eleven inches tall in exact, though her body was a mixture of lax and athleticism, the feminine curves and such of which made up her frame being hidden by the scaly cobalt robe of which she adorned, which ended when it would meet her knees. Gloves of deep black leather would reach up to her forearms, tight pants of dark satin worn as well and tightened by the rugged belt of which wrapped around her waist. Her silky blue hood was pulled over her head, her face nothing but a shadow to Ike as she stood in place, holding something between her fingers as she stared endlessly at the cackling body of the vampire.[/i] “An evil man, who died in such a manner that is befitting of him. He was a murderer, a liar, and a rаpist.. I’ve met many who are the same, yet he was easily the worst. …Why did you kill him? Was it judgement for his cruelty? Punishment for his revival? Finishing the job after he targeted you.. or was it something else entirely?” [i]The woman would finally turn to face Ike then, the darting light of the fire dancing across her revealed face: she was beautiful in a sense, with a sharp, feminine jawline and facial structure, her soft skin illuminated in the darkness by the blaze of flame. Her head was still concealed by the azure hood, yet tangles of scarlet red hair made up her short head of hair, as deep sapphire blue eyes stared at Ike, their pupils endless and seemingly.. cold. Her face was emotionless, monotone and silent, before a grin would slowly make it’s way upon her expressions, with such a soft, subtleness to it - yet mixed with a near evilness.[/i] [i]It was as if she was the Devil, coming for Ike’s actions.[/i] “You are good, at what you do. But you could be better. Your wrath, a controlled storm. Your anger, funneled into your combat prowess and channeled into power. Perhaps you were lucky with this man, but.. I do owe you, no matter what. You saved me trouble.. and you saved innocent lives from him. That's a respectable trait."