Aspen Zylphia Redfern (as-pin zil-fi-uh red-furn)

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Race: Lamia

Play-by: Elisabeth Harnois

"Let me go, you filthy mutt! Do you know who in the hell I am?" Aspen screeched, struggling viciously in the werewolf's strong grasp. She didn't like how this was going, obviously. It infuriated her more than anything; being in a werewolf's – a mutt's – embrace that was, indeed, restraining her with a sack on her head. She wasn't used to not being able to see her surroundings; it was irritating her immensely. But, she couldn't think of how to get herself out of it at the moment. Aspen couldn't send a wave of Power at her keeper because she couldn't see.

She knew, that when she got the sack off of her head and the wolf unhanded her, that she would kill him. It would be inevitable when her anger was this concentrated on something, and at the magnitude it was. And she didn't even know where she was going.

That just made matters worse for the werewolf and herself.

Hisses and snarls came from her as she fought in the werewolf's arms. Though, by now, she knew it was useless. Aspen couldn't escape: the werewolf was too strong.

Whoever hired the thing obviously knew what they were doing. And they had to know this particular Redfern well enough to know that she would put up a good fight. That she – Aspen Redfern - wouldn't go anywhere unwillingly without kicking and screaming the whole way to get her freedom back. She was a true Redfern; purer than any other she knew. She was descended directly from Red Fern, the son of Maya. She even had the shifting eyes, for goodness sakes! And right now, the eyes were filled with anger and were the color of what the young Redfern knew was a dark, blood colored red.

Smoldering in their sockets, to scare off anyone who looked directly into them. Except – of course – most of those who were related to her and also the ones who were used to it. But, she immediately started thinking of the others and shook her head.

'Gotta clear my thoughts if I'm going to think of a way to get out of this,' She thought, and stopped struggling for a moment to think of strategy for once. The werewolf sighed in relief, and tried to cover it up with a cough.

Though she couldn't be seen, Aspen smirked.

'That's right, Fido. Relax; don't suspect a thing from a 17 year old girl would and could, as well as will eventually rip your head off.' She thought, and it was hard not to let out a laugh. The idiot that was holding her was obviously not very bright; only useful for the muscle he possessed, was her bet. It provided her with an advantage, in a way. Sure, muscle and strength was a good – a great thing to have. But, when you had the strength mixed with the strategic mind and a lot of pinpointed, experienced knowledge…

You had her: Aspen Zylphia Redfern.

'He is so idiotic that it's sickening to even attempt to make his stupidity humorous as Ash would right now,' She thought and her smirk softened into a soft smile. She quiet enjoyed Ash's company, and they were the best team when together. And by best team, of course she meant the most dangerous team.

A feeling of loneliness swept over her and she lost her concentration for the moment.

Aspen was feeling very…depressed now. She missed Ash desperately; he was the only one she really felt honored to call her family; to be related to him was something…something that she couldn't restrain her depth of emotion for.

It was then that she realized that she was inside a building now.

Using her enhanced senses, she took a deep breath. She smelt…dust. And also…was that metal that she smelt? Chrome…and steel, was what it smelt like. With the scent of something else that she somewhat recognized…somewhat didn't. It confused her, and she chewed on her lower lip.

The werewolf had relaxed his hold on her, since she hadn't been struggling for what she realized had been quite a while now. How long had she been going with the mutt willingly – or at least stopped frustrating him with her kicks and screeches? Aspen wasn't sure…but it had been at least a half an hour. And, there she had been, thinking of things that were meaningless, or at least not very significant for her at the current moment. Her situation was much more troublesome and important than her family…who was probably – she couldn't be sure – worrying about her right now. Or not, considering she was known for the same thing as Ash: to be gone days at a time. Sometimes longer than a mere week, even. It really depended on what she was distracting or amusing herself in some way with.

And here she was, getting off track of what really should be worrying her at the moment, and by now she could've escaped the grasp of the werewolf and actually been out of the odd building that she was now in.

A cold chill ran down her spine when she found that she could now smell the essence of…wood. A very, very, very strong smell of wood. It was the mixture of cedar, pine, teak, rowan, and white ash. Even – possibly – lignum vitae; there was a hint of the odor drifting. Aspen shivered, and the werewolf chuckled. "That's right girly; you act out anymore and that wood will kill you. Or maybe slow torture…I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He said, and she could tell that he was leaning down to speak directly where her ear was. It really pissed her off.

She wasn't a 'girly': Aspen Redfern was this werewolf's worst nightmare.

"And…what if I don't act out and be…a good girl?" She purred, a seductive edge to her voice as she relaxed her formerly tense form more so. The wolf was an idiot; and her tone implied sex or something like that. Which, obviously, she would never do with some wolf who didn't have enough sense to realize what she was doing. "Sorry honey. But, that isn't going to win my affection here. Now, under any other circumstances –"

She slipped her arm loose and slammed her elbow into his ribs.

He yelled out in pain, but she knew it wouldn't matter to him in a mere second. This was Aspen's chance; she could possibly survive if she didn't back off. But…then again…she didn't plan to. She was getting out of here – away from the mutt – as soon as possible. And, if she didn't succeed, she'd rather die honorably knowing that she had fought as hard as she could.

Aspen immediately stomped on his foot, and heard a few little snaps. The wolf howled in pain and fury and she moved smoothly away from him, taking the sack off of her head as she did so. Her golden hair – in it's natural wavy, ringlets – fell past her shoulders and rested just above the top of her shoulder blades. Her ever-changing eyes were now a light gold, with a silverish tint as every shade did. It was the only odd thing about her eyes – the silverish tint. But did that matter to her? No, it did not. It only made her beauty more pronounced when her victims and the foolish males looked in her eyes. And she was hoping that if she managed to catch the gaze of this idiotic werewolf, who was only now gathering himself, he would – too – fall for her hypnotic gaze.

A smirk came to her lips, and she took a few, smooth steps to the right in a circling notion. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?" She said, her voice having a light touch to it that almost seemed believable. Her eyes were now a rich magenta, and the silverish tint wavered on in her gaze. Her smirk turned to a pleased smile as he looked at her, in her eyes, and a look of awe came to his somewhat handsome features.

Teasing – naturally flirty – laughs bubbled up from her lips and she knew that the unwise wolf was thinking that it was like the sound of pleasant bells; of music, almost. She was a seductress, first and foremost. It was very odd for a male not to be entranced by her; even her relative, Ash, had admitted that she was beautiful truthfully. And he was a hard one to please, and usually lied.

She was different, Aspen was. She knew that. She loved that.

The wolf gulped, clearing his throat before lowering himself into what resembled a fighting stance. She rolled her eyes, and twirled a strand of hair around her finger loosely as her other hand rested lightly on her hip. "Go ahead; see if you can stand against me. I'd love to see you try." She said, her voice challenging yet light and careless. It was just how she was, and this wolf didn't bother her. He had fallen for her eyes; he was as good as dead at the moment. It was the cycle of the world, with her pretty damn close to the center of the world. This is how the end would happen when someone faced her: how he or she got just so entranced by her and just…let go. They didn't seem to care about how they were going to die when going against her, only just to merely focus on her and not hurting her. Aspen didn't really know why that was; she was visibly dangerous to anyone who knew of the Night World. Her eyes…her posture…it was just so out there. And now, this wolf was going to lose his life most likely.

Shame; he could possibly help her sometime when she needed it. But, what had to be done had to be done. And sometimes, the things that people were to do were hard to get pass.

And that's when something hard came in contact with the back of her head – 'Wood,' she thought vaguely – before everything went dark.

Everything was hazy as she opened her eyes lazily, and she blinked a few times as things around her came back into focus. Aspen couldn't find it in herself to sit up, for she knew that the awaiting pain would almost be unbearable. There was a dull ache in her head, but it was slowly fading away as the things around her became more defined.

A…large hall. Almost a banquet hall was what she was in. And there were high tables with figures that she had yet to make out. There was a strong scent of wood around her, and that was when she noticed that there were little…cuffs or something binding her to the floor.

And that was when she noticed that she wasn't on the floor.

She was on a table; a wooden table. The cuffs, she knew already, were made of wood. Her feet were held down by similar restraints, with both cuffs and ropes made of…the cores of trees. She didn't go into specifics on the details of what kind of wood it was that was binding her, for one of the high figures spoke.

"Aspen Zylphia Redfern, you are here for a charge of breaking Nightworld Law; breaking boundaries for hunting territory lines. There is a charge that you have killed 23 mortals," the person said the word with distaste, "within the last 2 weeks, in areas that belongs to a clan of shape shifters, the First House, to be more direct about the urgency of the matter; an area that was under the protection and restraint of hunting of the Harman witches; and lastly, an area that was under control of Lord Thierry Descouedres. Do you, or do you not know of the boundaries that exist –" She started laughing, not in the least hysterical, and the room went silent at the sound of bells. "Don't dare ask me such idiotic questions. I'd expect better if you were really going to punish me for what I joyfully did of my own accord." She said, her voice mocking as she opened her eyes fully and turned them to where the being that had been speaking sat.

It was a man she recognized, and she let another laugh out of her throat as she shook her head. Her golden hair – already spread over the table where she was – spread more so and she felt a bit of static in the mass as she settled herself.

The man, or the vampire – rather, was terrified even more so at her manner. It was pathetic, really, in Aspen's mind. She'd seen human children be braver than this worthless being was right now. She honestly didn't see how he was someone high up; which he obviously was if he was the one reading out her supposed 'crimes'. Vermin…what was the point of caring about them when they killed her own people everyday?

The Nightworld was going soft, she thought. Because of so many people falling in love – the soulmate principle – with the disgraces, now they had to be sympathetic. It wasn't the way things should be; they should be hard on them. They should kill the vermin before they gain any more power than they already have.

She had loved someone…then the Cat killed him. And whoop-dee-doo, guess what happened next? Quinn fell for her: the soulmate principle apparently. So, that would just make getting rid of the vermin even more difficult since she had a vampire madly in love with her protecting her. But not even Quinn was going to get in the way of her revenge on the bitch…she had no idea what was coming for her. Quinn should be scared of Aspen; he blinds himself with the thoughts that he wasn't. She has seen his mind over and over, and the fear was there. Just in a place far, far away where he tries to forget about it.

When she came for his little vermin girlfriend, she wasn't going to let him feel anything but fear.

"…Sentenced to death, or –" A snort came from Aspen and it went silent again. "I'm not afraid of Death, you worthless being. I am Death; and I guarantee that killing me or even torturing me wouldn't put any fear into my mind for you or anything and anyone else. The only thing I could possibly even have the smallest bit of fear of – or both that and revulsion – would be if you made me go live with vermin. Of course, how you would be able to arrange that is beyond me. I'd probably kill them unless, of course, they were from Circle Daybreak and knew how to kill me!" She said, rolling her eyes.

"But Circle Daybreak would never cooperate, I know that much. So, will you see that there is no possible way to tame me?" She said, raised an eyebrow at the leaders and they were just staring at her. No fear; no nothing. Only a calculating look and that was when she realized what trouble she was in.

And this would surely scar her for life.