A Dark heart (Trick/Closed)

[Beka Cooper]

Rebakah and Calwyn sat calmly together on the top of a seven story building. No one paid them any noticed but from here they had a good view of the streets below. It was a small town surrounded by water with a couple of wide bridges leading to the fields around it, but big enough to have a couple of shop streets and even a reasonable skyline, but that didn't mean that it was a busy place. Calwyn had been here before but Rebakah ahdn't, but she had seen it in the memories of both the Lycan and the Vampire who had changed her into a hybrid, and also in various others whos blood she had taken in due to injuries or other reasons. Calwyn had found her here ealier in the day and they had talked and argued for a long while. Now they just sat in silence. Calwyn's golden skin and hair offset by a white shirt and jeans, Rebakah's pale skin and raven hair, equally matched by a black top and blue jeans.

They both survayed the area. Night had fallen a couple of hours ago and most of the people on the streets were immortals, vampires and lycans - draconlurs prefering daylight when less battles happened - and even a few dhampir or the even rarer hybrid. None that either of the sisters knew though. Rebakah's dull blue eyes - almost void of life - seemed to take in everything and nothing at the same time, she had much on her mind which left little room for other thoughts, whether they be importaint or not. Calwyn sat perfectly still, and with her memories and old abilities restored to her noticed that she saw and took in much more then she ever use to. Her eyes were bright and alive, and much bluer then her silbings.

The wind blew softly and Calwyn listened, her newpower to hear the wind was a great gift and had helped her a lot. But now the silence of Rebakah was affecting her own spirits as well. Their arguments had been harsh and many cruel things had been said but Calwyn had not been able to leave her sister like that. BUt now it was clear that neither was going to speak. Without warning Calwyn changed quickly into a small three foot long, one foot high dragon shape and took to the dark sky, so cleverly disguised that she could not be seen. She looked back down at Rebakah, not surprised to see that she had not moved or reacted to Calwyn leaving her like that. Against her better judgement Calwyn hovered around for a while.

Rebakah couldn't care less. Between the shocking new that Trick was not really dead, her powers returning, and not being able to get any contact from Arwen - who was still ignoring both Calwyn and Rebakah in her hibernation - or Haji or Ephraim; Rebakah had slipped back into a state of withdrawal from Calwyn and even the few friends she had in teh Death Dealers. Her brain told her to be careful for there was an extrememly large and dangerous number of Lycans out tonight, but she could not find the will to move nor the heart to speak. She felt a familer presense near by - teh same as she felt Calwyn hovering in the cloud cover above her - but her mind had built such a block that she did not dare to lower to find out who it was.

She simply sat, staring at the street below and thought her own private thoughts, her worried sister hovering over her.

[atreyu]

Trick, still finding out who he was and trying, but not every hard, to find that beka lady he had seen countless times, had blindly stumbled across a small-ish city and began to wonder around. Ingoreing the vampiers and what not, trying to avoid the lycans.Not doing that good of a job, he atleast managed to not piss them off or draw no attention to himself.

Growing board, his .45 USP(Suppressor equiped) tucked neatly in a vartical shoulder holster under his black leather trench coat, of witch he hardly ever wore unless he felt like hunting or just wonder the streets, and with a small pocket knife about 6" open, three inch blade, cliped onto a small studded belt that, towards the back, held two pouches that each held two magazines for his pistol.

Down an allie he heard the wet squishing sounds of a few immortals feeding on an unlucky human and that disturbed him. He was a neat eatter. Rarely made a mess. And so, feeling rather lucky, he turns and walks down the allie pulling his pistol once he was in the shadows. Drawing closer to the sounds, trick pulls the slide and turns the corner, bringging his pistol up to meet a small group of two lycans. Little did he know, the beka woman was across the street. Leveling the wedge with the back of the closer one, trick pulls the trigger three times, two rounds hitting the back, the third hitting high in the spinal cord.

As the body flys forward by the impact, resting over the body, trick brings the pistol around and fires at the now alert one that has stood up. Every round that was left in the magazine(5) did not stop it so, poping the clip out and(Insted of letting it fall to the ground like anyone else) Trick catches it and throws it at the lycan that is within four feet. The magazine hits it in the head firmly but bounces off. All it did was distract it and allow trick time to reload. Fireing two fresh rounds into the lycan''s chest it flys backwards and rests along side it's friend. Looking behind him, trick tucks the pistol back into his holster and pulls his coat over it as he leaves the allie.
Sooner i'm away better chance i have of not being accused of something i did. He thinks as he runs across the street. Useing the window sill of each floor, trick pushes himself up towards the roof that beka was sitting on. He, at first, wasn't paying attention and almost ran into(Or tripped over. Either way) a woman and stops dead, trying to find the name that went with the face.

[Beka Cooper]

Rebakah was starting to feel sick again. The poison which the Lycans had placed in her bloodstream with an arrow still ran thickly in her veins. Unlike last time there was to much for Calwyn to burn out and Rebakah had been having constant blood transfusions to stop her from dying and to stop the progress of the poison long enough to have the many months it would take to even get Calwyn to burn half of the poison out. Stupid Lycans. This poison was designed to kill hybrids and even now she could feel it working as it spread through her heart and body. But she knew that the death of her heart would kill her long before the poison could. Arwen always said that wounds of the spirit always claimed life before wounds of the body, and Rebakah was now learning from her own experiance. She could feel herself rotting from inside out.

Calwyn saw the male vampire long before Rebakah did and almost fell from the air of the shock of that face she knew so well, not from seeing it with her eyes but from Rebakahs spirit and her pain - it couldn't be. Impossible. Calwyn quickly sent a mind thought to Rebakah, shocked by the answer she recieved.
I know. I have been expecting this to happen soon, Her mind oice was filled with pain. Calwyn was confused. First: How oculd Trick be alive? Second: How did Rebakah know? Third: Why had Rebakah been expecting it to happen. Rebakah still sat quietly even as gun shots sounded across the street. Suddenly the sickness raged. Even as Trick almost walked into her Rebakah couldn't stop herself. As soon as he paused, trying to find her name, Rebakah stood and walked over to the corner where she vomited.

But it was not the contents of her stomich that came from her mouth but a pool of thick blackish-red blood. Rebakah instantly felt weak as she always did. She didn't remember it being this bad last time. But then Ephraim had saved her last time. Last time she had not been this sick. Calwyn, instantly felt her sisters pain over their link and swoopped down to land on the wall next to Rebakah.
Just go, Calwyn. I will be fine, and I must face him by myself, Rebakah said. Calwyn briefly laid her claw on Rebakah's shoulder before looking at Trick for a moment. A glimpse of the pain she knew would come for her sister and confusement, with anger crossed her draconic face before she flew off again, really leaving this time, knowing that she would at least be fine now that what was troubling her was about to be resolved. One of the things which was troubling her.

Rebakah lent against the wall for a second, the thick blood puddle at her feet. This was the fourth time that this had happened today and it was taking its toll. Slowly with pain in each movement and a weight in her eyes and heart she turned to face the vampire who had haunted her for months and months, ever since that terrirfying last visit to africa.
"I'm sorry about that. I am not well. I am Rebakah," she said as if meeting a new friend. She shocked herself at the lack of emotion in her voice, at the coldness in her heart. Did her former love really no longer stir anything in her? That was not right. That was not who she use to be. She had changed, for the worse she decided just then. But then she felt a twist in her heart butr for all her trying she could not idetify it. She just smiled weakly as if everything was fine.

Everything was far from fine.

[atreyu]

(Oh i'm never good with emotion. I always over use it to quickly or never use it. Well, Here goes.)

Trick staired at her for a few moments after she introduced herself before colapsing to one knee, gripping his head as all the memories, of who he was(For some parts.) and what he knew of her before the burning coffin engulfed him and he lay dormant for so long, stuck in the lonely little room of grey and red without doors or windows.

Then the memory that he has seen repeatedly finaly made sence. He was on this world for a reason. Be belonged on earth and his death had been pre-mature and, apon being sent back, That one, simmingly random collage of immages and phrases finaly made sence.
He was here to help make the world a better place. One death of a tyrant at a time, helping thoes who need it along the way.

Beka was the one he is helping now. She is destaned to greatness, and is ment to take his place when his time finaly arrives.

With the pain in his head subsiding, trick slowly stands up on weak legs and looks across the building at her, his eyes out of focous.
'it all makes sence now...' He says quietly to himself.

(I honestly have no idea what i mean by that.)

[Beka Cooper]

(Oh well. You did good. Usually I over do my emotion)

Rebakah watched Trick as steadily as he watched her. She didn't know what was running through his mind but he had a fair idea that whatever it was it wasn't good, just a feeling and a thought that tugged at her mind steadily until the moment that he fell, in obvious pain. She had seen this before. Calwyn had a similar reaction when he memories came except she usually was so weak after wards that she passed out. Calwyn's memories affected her badly though, she rarely found a memory that was pleasent or possitive in her life. And those that were always had a horrible ending. And deep in her mind Rebakah knew that the reason she had wanted to find Trick was for the possiblity that she was the trigger for his memroies. Calwyn had often told her recently that it was better to live with horrible memories then out any memories at all.

So when he collapsed Rebakah made to me towards him but stopped. She had only made it half way to him before she stopped and just watched and Trick suffered his silent torment. She didn't know why but she could not find the strenth to move to his side and help him. Why was that? Why did she pull away? She found herself - much to her horror - hoping that he didn't remember her, or their love, for that would make it so much easier for the two of them. Was that wrong? Was it wrong to wishthat? She couldn't tell. But she hated herself for thinking that. Either way she hated herself for it. But she knew that he would. Once one memory was unlocked the rest came easier. But when he finally stood up again she could tell that it had hurt to have his memories come back.
"Are you okay, Trick?" She asked carefully.

She dared to take a couple of steps closer.
"What do you remember?" Rebakah's voice was filled with a mixture of emotions, pain, concern, a tiny bit of curiousity. A Lycan howled somewhere close and Rebakah looked into the streets, she could sense danger. But her cold emotions were blocking her mind sense and she could not tell where. And her sense of smell told her that Lycans were approching. Oh dear. This was not going to be an easy night by far. She felt Arwen trying to talk to her through telepathy but brushed it aside. If she hadn't of wanted to talk to her ealier, why should she talk to them now?