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A young woman, no older than 23, was walking home from her daily work. As she walked, she felt like someone was watching her, when she got to an ally someone grabbed her from behind and put her in a headlock. The woman was not afraid, because she had gone through this kind of stuff before. Her red eyes gave a firey bright red glow. As the man reached fr=or his knife in his pocket, the woman bite his arm. The man let her go with a yelp of pain. The woman pulled her knife out from under her jacket selve. She got away from the man about a foot before turning to face him. She held her knife infront of the man's neck, she narrowed her eyes at him, hey eyes flickering with annoince. "This is your chance to leave and never cross my path again. If you chose to stay and fight me, then this will end with your death." The woman said in a monotone and slightly inhuman voice. The man dashed out of the ally for his life never looking back. The woman stood there in the ally, her eyes still holding their firey red glow. The wind blew lightly across her face, then she realized she had cut her arm from when she drew her knife. She could tell that the sent of her blood marked that she was the last of her witch clan and lower class demons and monsters would come after her in search of east gain of power by knocking out a whole with clan with one death.

((don't worry not all my posts are this long))
Earlier
Damon sat at his desk in london, feet proped up on the desk and a bottle of half empty whiskey at his feet. His hat was down as if he was asleep, but he wasn't, in fact he had been debating with himself whether or not to empty the half full ashtray on his desk or wait till it got full. His moment of silence was interupted by a loud rapping on the door. He lifted his hat to sit properly on his head but did not motion to change his posture.
"Come in now or forever leave me the hell alone"
His voice was loud and held a hint of annoyance, but the bell-voice that came with the scar on his neck showed through none the less. The dark wood door with fogged glass opened and a stranger in a black tux and red tye walked in. The man's hair was startlingly white while his face was young and pleasing to the eye. but the strangest thing about him was his pair of yellow, slited, catlike eyes.
A demon, I've been wondering when one would show up, with all the new activity lately I guess that someone or something to their interest has showed up.
Damon gestured to the pair of velvet chairs in front of his desk and the demon sat swiftly and gracefully.
"Speak demon, I don't have all day"
"Come now Damon the slayer, after all in a way we are half brothers"
The demon chuckled at Damon's irritated scowl.
"All foolery aside, I have a request from you. A witch has showed herself in our fair city, I sent some mortal from the mafia after her but I doubt that he would make any success..."
"And you want me to capture the witch and bring her to you so you can drink her blood am I right?"
"Very perceptive! Yes, I need her blood fresh, but I promise you, do this for me and not only will you become richer, but you will also get a sample of her blood for youself halfling"
The demon rose and went for the door, he had opened it but turned as Damon spoke.
"You know I don't trust demons on tuxes"
"And you shouldn't, but you won't get anything if you don't bring her to me... ALIVE"
The demon left, leaving Damon to ponder more then just about the ashtray.

Present
Damon had his back to the wall, to his right was a dark alley from which a man had just run. He had followed the demon's trace on the man to the witch that he was hired to find. Damon himself was not sure whether to bring the witch to the demon or warn her about him. He prefered to wing it anyways. With a sigh he dropped the finished cigerate into the street, crushing it with his boot. Silently he walked into the alley, his face hidden by his hat and the dimming sunlight behind him. He stopped a few feet from the girl but couldn't make out any real details about her. He guessed that she was injured because it took all he could not to atack her at the smell of the blood.
"Gave the poor man a scare I see"

The woman looked that the man that entered the alley. She was holding her left arm where she was cut, her eyes started to dimm down to their natural red color. "Yeah, he wanted a fight but..." Mai sighed and walked past the man out of alley. She could sense something wasn't right about him. She looked back at him. "Why are you even around here?" She asked cofused, not caring that her metal hand was showing.

Damon turned on his heel as the woman passed her. His movements were normal for what a human could do, but they seemed almost too fluid, as if it was part of a dance rather then a normal gesture.
"I guess you could call it business, or not, It's a job that I am still not fully agreed with and when I saw that man go after such a maiden I took it as a civic duty to suggest my aid. Since the danger has passed then let me at least offer my service as to guide you to and exellent healer of the fair folk kind"
He bowed as a victorian gentlemen would, removing his hat and letting his ruffled brown hair fall back into place, his free arm offered a hand. He tried not to smile too wide, his fangs were short, only being a halfbreed, but they still were longer then a humans, and if this woman really was the whitch, then she probably wouldn't trust anyone that wasn't human.

Mai watched the man closly, noticing everything that doesn't seem human. Her eyes turning back to their normal bull red color. She could fell the cut on her arm healing, the scent of blood was not as strong as in was ealrier. "I should be fine, sir. There really was no danger, just putting some guy in his place, you could call it that." Mai never trusted anyone that she got a bad feeling about, like now. She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to think about what he could be.

Damon replaced his hat and stood up straight.
"But milady, there must be some thing I could provide. A favor, a free dinner, maybe an explanation? By now your probably wondering what and who I am. In that case I know more about you then you about me"
He raised his hand again.
"If you come with me, I'll tell you what I know. Don't worry, if I planned to harm you I would have done it at night with a better plan then that mortal"

"Why do you have any intrest in me at all?" mai raise an eyebrow at the guy. She turned around so that she was facing him completely. She wasn't fully willing for his offer but her curiosity got the best of her and she took the guys hand that he offered.

"You'll see, and.. Please try to keep up"
He rushed off holding the girl's hand firmly, his pace was quick, rushed, but slowed enough as to not loose the girl. He smiled as if amused to be near dragging the girl but that was not the reason for his rush. He darted down street after street as if through a labrynth, subtlety he looked behind them, down alleys, and up at windows. By now the demon probably had someone watching them, If he could get back to the office quickly enough he might be able to sneak in unnoticed.

Finally h stopped letting the witch a chance to catch her breath. They were standing on the middle of a stone bridge, below it, another street that went perpendicular to the current one. Once she had caught her breath he spoke before she could say anything.
"If you want to keep going then you can either follow me directly or go down those stairs over there."
He pointed to a set of stone stairs at the end of the bridge, then turned around, putting his foot on the stone rim of the bridge but hesitated and turned back.
"Trust me, you will want to know what I have to say"
And then he jumped landing down below on the deserted street.

Mai followed behind the man, she couldn't pass up the chance to learn about something she didn't know. "Since I don't know what you are, I'm not going to pass up a chance to find out." She jumped on the street right beside the man without a scratch on her. The cut on her arm was almost fullly healed.

Damon didn't make a move to help nor did he seem surprised that she could make the jump. He lifted an eyebrow to what she said and smiled.
"A little eager to find out more about me hmm?"
He chuckled and turned towards his right. He walked to a door, half hidden in the bridges shadow. The door was made of some dark aged wood and an iron symbol with the words 'Omnes qui videre, intrare' underneath, the symbol seemed to hum with magic.
"It means 'all those who see,enter', it's meant to keep just any mortal from waltzing right in"
He opened the door and beckoned.
"Come on in"
He stood to the side, holding the door open with one arm and gesturing inside with the other.

Beyond the door was a circular room, at it's center was a rectangular wooden desk, a green haired elf girl sat behind it looking bored and leafing through the pages of a magazine in front of her. To her right was a dark wooden door with a fogged glass window, a set of seats ranging in size was placed next to it for any waiting costumers. To the left of the elf was a doorway that opened to a spiral staircase and next to that was a heavy iron door, a gruesome lock like a screaming face replaced the doorknob.

Mai walked into the room and looked around the place. "I am always egaer to learn about something I don't know, stuch as demons and more. If i can't sense what something is then I'll try to find out what it is." Mai was looked that the iron door with the screaming face doorknob.

Damon glanced up and down the street before following her inside and locking the door so that someone could get out, but not in.
"Curiosity killed the cat you know"
He followed her line of sight to the door and frowned.
"best you not be so eager about that door though, only I go back there"

The Elf woman had been watching the pair and only now spoke, her voice flowing like liquid gold.
"She isn't another one of your flings is she Damon? I told you, not during work hours"
Damon shot her a glare that could curdle milk.
"Just business Pyonna, besides what is it to you? Still angry over Tawyn?"
Pyonna scowled back before returning to her magazine.

There was a padding sound from the stairway, it sounded close then froze. Damon looked back at his guest.
"Please tell me you like cats"

Mai shrugged, ignoring what Pyonna also shoting her a glare too, because she wouldn't be so low as to some guy's "fling". "Their not too bad, but most cat's hate me." Mai looked that where the sound of padding came from. "You got a cat or something?" She looked back up at the man.

Damon chuckled.
"I guess you can say that, but Sabastion isn't an ordinary cat"
As he spoke a black cat padded from the very limit of the view of the stairs, he had sleek black fur, white paws, and a white chest, it's eyes we're uniquely bright purple and it was slightly larger then a normal cat. What was strange about the cat is that its face was incredibly expressive and seemed to replace words. At that moment the cat's eyes were drooping, a sign of him having just woken up. The cat look towards the girl and then Damon as if to ask 'who is this?'.
"Sabastion, umm... Whitch girl, Whitch girl, Sabastion. He's a shadow cat, a lesser demon that look act and behave like normal cats but they are far more intelligent and are immortal. He's more of a roommate then a pet"

Mai looked at the cat, noticing how expressive the face was. "I rather you not call me witch girl, Mai would be better." Mai walked over to the and knelt down to where she was eye level with the cat, feeling a new form of her makeshift forms unlock. "Well looks like there is still much for me to see. Since I am a shapshifter witch, every new creature I learn about I unlock a new form from the creature." Mai started to pet the cat gently so not to stir the animal.

(((school tomorrow, going to bed, see you in the morning!))

Sabastion purred happily, his face an image of utter joy.
Damon watched them, lost in thought.
Mai huh?
He shook his head to clear it a moment.
"I've heard of witches that could do that but I didn't know if it was true or not"
Damon walked over to the door with the glass window and open it before turning back.
"Over here is my office, we should talk in here where no one will bother us (glancing at Sabastion) you can come too if you like her that much"

Mai stood up and looked at the man. "it is better to talk in previte then out in the open, where anyone could hear." It was easy to tell that there are some stuff about Mai that shouldn't spoken in the open. She glanced at the different faces in the room making sure that there was only the Pyonna around to hear what she said earlier.

Damon watched as Mai looked around, pausing as she saw Pyonna.
"Don't worry about her, she either didn't hear you or didn't care."
Pyonna cast a half glare at him before returning to her magazine.
"the latter it is, shall we?"
He open the door and stepped beside like before.

Inside was an elabrit desk of dark wood, carvings that flaked gold paint adorned the legs and the edges of the tabletop, depicting angels, screaming demon, and various fair folk from tiny pixies to tall orderly elves. Behind the desk was a wooden velvet chair with fading gold trimming, the newer wooden lower half showed that it had been altered to swivel and lean back. In front of the desk were some comfortable velvet chairs that were newer then the desk and chair, But still older then anyone would own in their house other then as a family heirloom. On the desk was a newly emptied ashtray, only the ashes of a single cigarette staining the simple glass, next to it placed neatly as if in a hasty maneuver to tidy up was a half finished whiskey, on the wall behind the desk was a polished wood and brass crossbow, a menacing steak already in place.
"don't worry, it's only for more... Uncooperative customers, please have a seat"

Mai walked into the room and sat down on one of the vevlet chairs. She placed her hands in her lap. "I guess everyone need something to protect them, but I always carry a knife on me." Mai shrugged, like her having a knife wasn't a big deal.

And it wasn't, to Damon anyway, after all he had a gun in a harness just in the drawer of his desk, a knife in his boot, and just under a flap in his hat was a small vial of poison. All training from his... not so civilized background. Damon walked to his chair and sat down comfortably, leaning back and a little to the side, but this time he kept his feet to the floor. Sabastion followed behind, seating himself in the empty chair, the door closed behind him. The cat looked at the two of them and yawned as if to say 'I'm going to take a nap now' then glancing at Mai 'pet me if you like'. Sabastion curled up and went to sleep. Damon looked from te cat and settled his eyes on Mai.
"So which first, what you can know about me or how I know about you?"