Amity not vill

[Kim-la]

((Closed for only the Li-wa))

Four months ago…

Damien stood in front of the homeland portal, a letter in his hand. He scanned the letter behind his sunglasses for the billionth time and sighed. He knew this would happen. He knew when he left that it would happen. He really didn’t want to go back to Amity(not-vill), but he had an obligation to go back. He waited in the room, wondering if anyone would show up to come with him, but because he was going back home, he knew that almost everyone at TMA would probably be shot on sight because of using magic. Scowling, he said “Amity.”, and walked through the door.


Now…


Damien now leaned against the wall of a plain, only-god-knows-what-its-for building with his cellphone out, filming the sunset. The good city workers began to climb into their cars and head back home to the suburbs, while the darker peoples of the city came out for their usual excursions. The hood of his hoodie up and sunglasses on, most people were staying away from him, and a passing cop slowed down to try to figure out that the crazy teen was doing. Unable to, he slowly drove of to do something more productive with his night. The sun finally disappeared behind the city skyline so Damien flipped the phone shut. He watched the day people scurry to their cars, afraid of the people of the night. The night people laughed at the paranoia of the day people. But in a city infested with vampires and werewolves, their fears weren’t exactly unreasonable.


Down an alleyway, another figure lazily strolled in Damien’s direction. He dressed normal enough; jeans, gray digicami shirt and a blue camo shirt. But if anyone walked past him who had an enhanced sense of smell of hearing, they would know that there was definitely something wrong with him. For one, he smelled something like dog and woods and his heart sounded like he had just finished running some sort of race. In fact, he was one of Amity’s werewolves. The known hatred between werewolves and vampires meant that a meeting between Damien and this mystery werewolf probably wouldn’t end well for either.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"BASTARD!" shouted a familiar voice and the shine of metal glinted in the alleyway as Eithne brought Aurora down through the air with a well placed aim for the werewolf's head (The one near his face... lulz). Luckily for the unsuspecting werewolf she was just trying to knock him out so she used the broad side of Aurora which would cause a nasty concussion. She had a frown on her face that showed hints of concern as well, "What are you doing around here? Do you know how much I don't want to have to follow you around?" she said with a sigh as she rolled her eyes, "You were better off with your sci-fi and bacon..." she muttered, obviously a bit unhappy with the situation at hand.

She rather stood out here, her black hair rippling over her shoulders and her sparkling red eyes looking from the werewolf to Damien. The short, slender vampiress looked rather unhappy with the current situation, it would figure that Damien would go off and try to get himself killed by a werewolf or something back ... was this his home? Whatever, didn't matter. Damien had plenty of other ways to kill himself that didn't involve Eithne having to follow along to God-knows-where to try to stop him from being an idiot. She figured she would have hit the werewolf with enough force for it not to be a problem but she kept an eye on it out of the corner of her eye in case she had missed by some odd chance or it was particularly resilliant.

((1- it's spelled ville.
2- The now-Eithne can be here because this is taking place four months before the present time TMA... yay))

[Kim-la]

((Spell check said nothing, so how would you expect me to know? ))

The unsuspecting werewolf fell to the ground,writhing in pain, but batman wasn't there to change back to Bruce Wayne. He covered cupped his nose in his hands, blood seeping between his fingers.

Damien, hearing the sickening sound that was the werewolf's nose breaking, jumped around the corner, eyes wide. "Eithne... What did you do that for?" He gasped, his face looking like a very large and bald navy seal just kicked his door in for no reason. "Eric, are you all right?" Damien asked the werewolf who seemed to be known as Eric.

Eric glared up at him and Eithne, his honey gold eyes accusing the two of them.

"Eithne, don't attack someone unless you know who they are! You just clobbered my best friend with a giant sword!" He sounded almost hysterical at the moment. "What are you even doing here?"

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Eithne looked towards Damien, "Are you aware that your 'best friend' is a werewolf? Because if you did then you probably wouldn't be second guessing me when I try to save your life." Eithne's voice was calm when she spoke and she removed her jacket, tossing it to Damien. "Put it on, it'll make you less vulnerable." the jacket was of course her lovely little jacket that couldn't be pierced- meaning the most damage someone could sustain from it would perhaps be some really bad bruising and broken bones. Eithne now stood there wearing a dark blue tank top and a pair of brown shorts. Her willowy form turned now and she looked towards Eric, "And what exactly were you trying to do?" she asked, brushing some of the hair out of her face so she could get a better view of this Eric person. Her scrutinizing glare looked him over from head to toe, she honestly had nothing against werewolves- she prefferred them to vampires in all actuality, the problem was that werewolves weren't all that fond of vampires. She sighed as she slammed the tip of Aurora against the ground, attempting to drive it in so it'd stay there, instead she cracked the asphalt and the sword fell to the ground with a clang- she really didn't fit in here much at all and was doing a crappy job at 'blending in.' She seemed to be awaiting an explanation from either Eric or Damien as to what was going on here because this town here... was really odd- she could see that already.

[Kim-la]

"Of course I know! Kinda hard not to!" Damien said, plucking Eric's hat off his head. Perturbing from his head from his head was a pair of floppy orange dog ears, one with what looked like a bullet hole in it.

Eric glared up at Damien and snatched his hat back and slapped it back on to his head.

"He doesn't scare me." Damien said, handing back Eithne's jacket.

Eric pulled out a roll of gauze and tore off two foot long pieces. He rolled them up and stuck the two pieces up his nose. He tilted back his head for a few moments to try to encourage the blood not to come out of his nose. Eric staggered up, leaning against the alley wall for support. "And all I was trying to do before I was rudely interrupted by a sword to the face was to get dinner from noodles to go, thank you." Eric said, malice in his voice.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Eithne sighed and shook her head, "So you know each other then..." she shrugged, "Well that makes things easier for me at the current moment. When she was handed back her jacket though, she frowned. "No- you wear it, you'll have less a chance of getting killed." she said, lifting up one of Damien's arms and putting it through the jacket sleeve then doing the same with the other arm and sleeve. She looked towards Eric, "I'd help you too... but it's only one jacket and I followed Damien to make sure he didn't die- so he gets first priority." Eithne seemed a bit like she was Damien's nanny at the current point in time, yay... Damien got his own nanny! She sighed, picking up Aurora and sliding into it's holster on her back. She the watched Eric, "Okay, about beating you over the head... I'm sorry about that- okay?" she said, a bit of genuinity in it, but just a little bit. She couldn't afford being to honestly sorry about anything now could she?

[Kim-la]

Damien glared flatly at Eithne. He firmly believed that he didn't need a 'killer nanny'... At least not in his own home town.

Eric looked bewildered that this Eithne chick was trying to apologize for taking him out with a sword.

"You know Eithne... Vampires and werewolves aren't looked upon very highly... And you are doing a very bad job at blending in." Damien said obviously referring to her sword.

"And your clothes don't blend in either!" Eric chimed in, a mischievous, and suddenly interested look on his face.

Damien looked at Eric with confusion, and Eric looked at him, wordlessly saying 'play along'. "He's right you know Eithne. We are going to have to get you some new stuff." He said with absolutely serious, and nodding at the end.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"I'm pretty sure I can kick anyone's ass in this place." Eithne said rather flatly to Eric and Damien telepathically, "Werewolves are only really annoying during a full moon, and I have a vampire deterrent..." she pointed to her pendant that seemed to glitter a bit but when she placed her hand on it, it lit up with sunlight... yes, the wonder of enchanted items. It was like vampire-killer glow-in-the-dark. It was pretty great. "Though fighting anyone isn't exactly on my list of things to do... so what exactly is 'normal attire' in a backwater place like this?" she asked, looking from Damien to Eric and wondering what exactly was on the agenda for the day. She hoped that the two weren't going to be acting too terribly idiotic over the course of however long she had to be here with them, keeping them from being killed and all that jawn.

Wasn't Eithne caring, loving, and all together wonderful? Yeah, I thought so too.

[Kim-la]

Eric jumped up in the air, landing in a dog-like sitting position, eyes wide and scared. His hands clutched his head, fingers digging into his scalp. "God.... Is that you...?" He asked in a shaky voice. He clearly wasn't handling this well at all.

Damien winced at his friends reaction. "I agree that you don't need to worry about any vampires or werewolves here, but the cops are well funded and have silver bullets..." His voice trailed off at the end as he watched Eric looking around fearfully, expecting to hear 'God's voice' again. " If you want to see our cultures normal clothes look over there." He said, pointing with his thumb and still watching Eric. Incedentally, 'over there' were two prostitutes, both wearing knee high boots, mini skirts, and half jackets that showed off their stomachs. This obviously wasn't normal female attire, but how would Eithne know that?

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Eithne paused, looking over towards the two hos, "I'm not wearing that." she said simply as her eyes burrowed into Damien, telling him that he had better find some better 'normal attire' because if he didn't, Eithne would be rather pissed, she didn't want to dress in such a revealing manner, there was a reason she liked wearing a jacket fifteen sizes too big for her. She didn't appreciate it when people gave her different looks. It made her feel awkward and reminded her too much of well, other times. She crossed her arms over her chest a tad self consciously. Then again- the thought of these police people with silver bullets and other annoyances sounded like something she didn't want to deal with. She let her eyes wander to the ground as she thought for a few moments, pondering what exactly it was she should do at the current moment but before she could decide on anything she had a question- "How long exactly are we going to be here?" she asked.

[Kim-la]

"As long as it takes for Eric to recover from his encounter with 'God'." Damien responded, still watching his friend sitting like a dog, thinking he had a brush with the divine. "And don't worry Eithne, not everyone wears exactly that. What they have is the cheap stuff. What most girls wear is much nicer than that."

Eric slowly sat down on his butt like a normal person, but still slowly looking around with wide eyes. Finally he looked up at Eithne. "We heed to ditch the sword before we go anywhere." He said, voice genuine, eyes wide with concern.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Eithne's eyes went wide, "No. I'm not going to 'ditch' it, tell me where I can put it and then retrieve it later and I'll be fine and we can go wherever." she said, unsheating Aurora oncemore and looking it over, the words 'Eithne and Adem' were etched into the blade and that was the reason why she couldn't get rid of it. Sentimental value. She looked around for a few moments, wondering if there really was any 'safe place' to keep Aurora around here, it was kinda hard to hide a six foot long broadsword.... y'know... if you were to ask Eithne.

[Kim-la]

"I think by 'ditch' he did mean to put away in safe location Eithne." Damien said, trying to smooth things over before Eithne decided to start hitting people with the sword again.

"I can take it to the Secret Annex!" Eric volunteering happily, obviously thinking this 'Secret Annex" as a safe place for a giant sword.

Damien slapped himself on the face, slowly dragging his hand down as if to say 'Dear God....'.

[Señor Sunday Friday]

"The Secret Annex?" Eithne asked with a slight laugh, shaking her head, "Well if it's safe then fine. She slipped Aurora yet again back into place and she looked towards the two, expecting them to lead the way to this location that was apparently thier destination. She wanted to get wherever they were going as soon as possible, she didn't really like this town all too much, she was used to well... Bettel. And this place, my friend was not Bettel, not in the slightest bit. Though the paranoia about werewolves and vampires was refreshingly familiar, familiar enough to bring a reminiscent expression to her face, it was the only thing here that would remind anyone of Eithne's hometown. This place though had many more vampires and werewolves as well as being much larger with different technology and apparently different tastes in clothing... and not a single real threat for Eithne at all, atleast from what she could sense around her. No vampires or werewolves of too substantial an age.

[Kim-la]

"This way!" Eric said happily, going back the way he had come.

Damien didn't think that bringing Eithne to the Secret Annex was a good idea, but it was probably the best place to hide her sword in all of Amity. He was worried how everyone else at the Annex would handle the appearance of Eithne.. Then he decided he didn't really want to think about it much...

The alleyway became thinner and thinner as they walked, and the ground became slick and slimy with god-only-knows-what. It smelled much like fish and fecal matter, and the night lighting didn't help the area look any better. Finally they arrived a dismal, two story, black warehouse. "Right through here..." Eric said lifting up a battered garage door leading to metal staircase.

"Honey we're home!" Damien shouted, trudging up the stairs, only to be greeted by a golden eyed blond vampire with a hand gun.