1: The Meeting of Fate's

"The light thinks it travel's faster than anything, but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travel's, it finds darkness has always gotten there first and is waiting for it." Terry Pratchett

His eyes where cold and lifeless as they stared at me. 

"You have no idea who i am? Do you?" He asked me.

"You'd think the confused look and the blank stare would have answered that for you..." I say, putting all the contempt i can muster into my voice. 

Something very like fire flickered in his eyes, but only for a moment and it is gone, to be replaced with a look of pure hatred.

"All that blood looks good on you" He spits the words at me, and then adds in a whisper so quite i am sure he didnt mean for me to hear "It brings out your eyes"

The acrid smell of smoke fills my lungs as the wind shifts from blowing into my back to blowing from my right. The fires i set to burn the bodies will soon start to draw unwanted attention. The need to leave nearly overwhelms me, but i master it, i must know who this man thinks he is to me. 

I turn my attention back to him, staring him straight in the eyes. And i am lost in them, they are a strange greyish-blue, like the sea during a storm. I am drawn to him the moment we lock eyes, and almost without being aware of it I find myself stepping towards him. The corner of his mouth twitches as if he wants to smile, but instead he clears his throat and breaks eye contact with me. 

My head is fuzzy, none of this makes sense to me, i need to talk to Ri'elle, he will know what this means. 

I keep my eyes on the man as i retreave my throwing knives from the last three bodies that i haven't burned yet, i then turn on my heals and sprint from the building.

Gravel crunches beneath my leather boots as i run down the alleyway. The rain begins to pour, and by the time i reach the main street the blood has washed from my skin. 

I am sure that my black jeans, tee-shirt, and leather riding jacket are still drenched in blood, but it won't matter, no one will see. The street's are empty, and considering it is nearly 4 in the morning i am not surprised. 

What does surprise me is that when i arrive at Ri'elle's house he is sitting on the porch with two other men. I slow down and move to the shadows as soon as i notice them, i want to speak to Ri'elle alone, not with his customers there. As i move closer, I see who it is, and I relax. Micheal and Peter, they are the other half of our foursome. The four of us grew up togeather, i trust these three with my life, though i trust nearly noone else. 

Ri'elle is 5'8'' with dreadlocks that come down to his shoulders, he is clean shaven, with a strong angular jaw, He is fit, strong but not bulky, his eyes are amber and seem to shine in the moonlight. 

Micheal is 6'7'' with short blonde hair, and large ears. I know that he is strong, but he really doesnt look it. He is large, but fat by any means, but he definitly has an extra layer. 

Then there is Peter, he is 6 foot even, light brown hair, he has a mousy look to him, which suits him well, he is the quite one. 

These three are the only people in the whole world whom i am absolutly SURE i can trust. 

As i approach them Micheal stands to greet me, but a shift in the wind tells them i have been in battle recently, they can smell the blood on me and are instantly on high alert. 

"What happened? Were you followed? Are you hurt?" Micheal asks in a rush.

"I am fine, calm yourself. I wasn't followed. But.." I pause nd turn to Ri'elle and add "I have so much to tell you... or ask you..." 

Peter shoots a look at Micheal, but neither say anything. Only Ri'elle speaks.                                "Come, sit with us. Tell us what has happened on this night to bring you such distress."