"Die!" Phoenix cried, as she slid the sword into the werewolf's chest. That was the ninth one this week. She pulled it back out and wiped it on the grass. He was defiantly back out to get her. Those nine had consisted of four werewolves', two witches, a shapeshifter and two vampires. But Maya had taught her well. Maya was her mother and had been her teacher since Phoenix had reached the age of fourteen. Maya had taught her everything she knows. But she had also been Maya's guinea pig. And through being that, she had gained the ability to create and control fire. One of her other experiments had created Phoenix's best friend, Flame. Flame was a phoenix and could actually catch fire and stay alive, just like the human myths say.
Phoenix sheathed her sword and called to Flame, who had been hunting. She held up her forearm and Flame sat on it. Flame wasn't a small bird; she was the size of a full grown eagle. She had feathers that were the colour of fire and opaque black eyes.
"Where to now then?" she asked the bird.
Don't know, Phoenix. Why don't we head to Las Vegas? I heard that Thierry was spotted there. Another one of Maya's experiments. Now Flame could talk. But she could only talk mind to mind. Phoenix nodded, dusted of her hand and headed in the direction of Las Vegas. Leaving the 'wolves body were it was.