This story is my idea, I own only Shayul. In no way am I getting payed for this unless someone feels pity for me. Go ahead and flame all you want. I've heard it all, but reviews will be rewarded with cookie points and you will be in my good graces.

This is an Aumon/oc story. It doesn't really end in a sappy-crappy love thing. But I can't say any more or it'll spoil it.

Please R & R

The woman fished her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the door to her apartment. She sighed, satisfied with her days work. Walking through the door she noticed something odd. The lights were on in her kitchen. She cautiously moved into the room and looked around.

"Hello?" Seeing no one she sighed again and turned around. She jumped with fear at seeing a girl standing right behind her, bathed in shadows. "Hey! How'd you get in here? I'm calling the police." She inched to the phone and picked it up. She looked at it, shocked, then her gaze traveled along the wall behind the girl. Her phone was unplugged.

The girl's eyes flashed. "No one will hear you scream."

The woman blinked. "Wha?!" She shook her head and drew in a deep breath. Suddenly, exhaling, instead of air, water poured out of her mouth, making her cough.

She fell to the floor in a horrible hacking fit, clawing at her throat, reaching for help.

The girl smirked, shadows covering all but her black lips, and turned on her heel, leaving through the door under cover of the night.

Michael sighed, "It's the fourth one this month, Robin. And the strange thing is, none of them have ANYTHING in common. It's weird. This man here, the first one, was a lawyer. At the time of death, he had no plans. Nothing, He was buried alive. The second murder was a female electrician. She was found in the basement of her last job. Apparently she was tied and set on fire, Both were cruel, and obviously witchcraft because there were no signs of bruises or drugs on the man and the woman was the only thing that burned. Nothing in common. The third case was a male music instructor. His case was especially weird."

Robin raised an eyebrow as Michael paused, glancing over at Aumon, the dark-haired man having just entered. "Why? What happened?" She asked, turning back to her friend.

"Well, he was found at the bottom of a concrete staircase. Nothing too big, and definitely not big enough to harm him, not really. However his wounds suggest a fall from about the height of our tallest skyscraper."

"But there are no skyscrapers that high where the body was found." Aumon walked to the computer next to Robin.

Michael gave him a look. "Yeah."

"And the last body was Shiru Ashiguru, the singer."

"Yep. The results just came back today. Apparently she drowned in her kitchen. Investigators said there were no large signs of water anywhere. Just chokes up puddles on the floor."

Aumon's eyes widened. "Michael, how long do you think it will take to find the locations that the bodies were found at?"

"Right on it, Aumon!"

Robin watched the older man silently as Michael typed.

"Here. The first man was found in the park. The first woman: in the basement of a house somewhere here. The second man was found by the high school, here. And Shiru's apartment was around here. Why, have you got something?" He also watched Aumon as he pointed out the spots on a map.

Aumon blinked for just a second before dashing back to the door. "That's it!"

Robin and Michael shared a glance. "What's it?" She asked.

Michael shrugged. "I dunno. Apparently this is four different cases we're looking at, but it doesn't seem that Aumon agrees. Any ideas?"

"Well..." Robin studied the map for a minute before sitting down at her own computer, bringing up the same map. "So the bodies were found here, here, here, and here right?" She picked up a computer pen and put dots at the areas. "So if we connect the dots like so, it would form a star, with the top missing."

"Which would mean there's one more! That's brilliant Robin! Hold on... I think I remember there being a similar case right before I got here a couple years ago." He typed a bit and brought up a file. "Yeah... it's similar all right. Five "different witches", a coven, on the loose, murdering for a ritual.. Aumon was on that case. It was considered solved."

"She's leading us to her."

Michael swiveled to look at her. "What!?"

"She's leaving clues. Leading us. She wants to be found."

"Well she hadn't made it easy. I've been working on this a whole month. Wait. She? How do you know?"

Robin shook her head. "I don't. However it seems too complicated for a male witch. As far as I'm concerned, male witches don't have this much control of their craft." Michael gave her a sour look. "Don't take it personally, you're not a witch."

Michael nodded. "Right... well, at least now we have something. Why don't you follow Aumon, find out what he..."

A man poked his head out a door behind them. "Michael! There's been another one. Look up Mishi Ferreli." He disappeared as quickly as he came in.

"Right. Okay then. Ah... Mishi. Mr. Ferreli was an author. Father of one. A widower. He had no enemies as far as anyone asked was concerned. He was found last night when out for a walk with his daughter. The girl said he was talking and just stopped."

"Stopped?"

"Yep. Stopped moving, stopped talking, just... stopped. They brought an expert in. They haven't found anything yet."

"He's not dead, though he might as well be. His soul was stolen."

"Stolen?"

"The top of the star. Our witch will be found right in the center. Here." She placed a circle around Central Square.

"That's where Aumon went. Well, get going. This witch is dangerous."

"Right." Robin stood immediately and ran out after Aumon.

He walked into the open, his gun hanging casually in his hand at his side, wind lightly playing along the ground. He looked around cautiously. Everything was silent except for the wind picking up in the trees, seeming to come from all directions at once.

Aumon's eyes narrowed as the wind curled around him teasingly. The fountain decided to start up at that moment, water rising twenty feet into the air to trickle along the ground quietly. Torches suddenly sprang to life around him, wreathed with creeping vines that moved along the ground.

He turned in a slow circle to again look around him. When he returned to where he started from he saw a girl standing in the middle of a perfectly carved star in the concrete. Aumon's eyes widened again. He hadn't even heard her come up.

Aumon spent a second looking her over, head to toe. Her bangs waved in front of her eyes, both as black as night. The rest of her hair neatly framed her pale face, glinting with her eyes in the firelight. She wore a golden collar around her neck, almost hidden by a hooded cape that bunched around her shoulders and framed the rest of her body. A leather one-piece skirt lined in gold covered what was necessary, the rest of her legs covered in pump boots that went up to mid-thigh. Black lipstick and eye shadow gave her a really dark look. Marks seemed painted onto her cheeks. Black leather bands covered her upper arms, gold bands covered her lower arms, and fingerless, studded leather gloves covered her hands. She looked relaxed, yet mournful and angry.

He pointed the gun dead center over her breast.

She smirked. "Are you going to shoot me Aumon?"

His breath caught in his throat and something tugged at his heart. "Shayul."

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