Okie dokie!!!I would like to take the time and and thank everyone who has
reviewed 'Extinction'. And even though I would love to thank each and every
one of you, I have neither the time nor resources. Okay, I may have the
resources but no time. However I would like to ackowledge one review by
Rageful Jewel: Rest assure that I was quite aware of that fact and that I
wouldn't have started this story if I hadn't done my research....Seeds, as
you already know, are potential Witches whose powers haven't awakened. So
they just remain Seeds until those powers awaken, which could be never,
thus passing the gene on. So technically, they're like pre-teen Witches. In
'Extinction' STN-J is only concerned that the bona fied, full fledged
Witches are dead...wiped out...no more. Only the technical Witches are
extinct. Of course there are still Seeds and Craft Users....plus there's
one small detail in my story that helps support my reasoning. Read 'Iris'
again to find it. Not ALL the Witches are dead.....as far as Iris was
concerned. But like I said, the way STN-J sees it, all the full fledged
Witches are gone. Does that kinda clear it up? I know, my mind works in
weird ways...
Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin.
Extinction: Andolan
Andolan parked the black American Harley and entered a bookstore with a permanent scowl fixed upon her face. It had been one week since her meeting with the Craft user, and none of clan believed her when she claimed that she girl indeed existed. She could still hear the laughs and sarcastic chuckles ringing in her ears. Her clunky boots pounded against the wooden floors as her elderly human boss watched her cross the floor and head upstairs. Her charcoal hair crowded her green eyes, blending in with her black leather pants and pinstripe vest that she had turned into a blouse. She slammed open the door leading to the roof and made her way to the edge. She stared over the brim. Temptation was consuming her by the moment. All she had to do was fall...fall....and it would be over. She closed her eyes in anger. No, it wouldn't be over. She was immortal. No fall, cuts, bruises....could harm her. She gasped as a young man stood underneath the shadow she had created from the sunlight washing her back. She met his stare for only a second before an uneasy feeling pushed off the ledge and back into the safety of the bookstore. She could still hear the simpers and giggles dancing in her head. It had been over a century since she had last heard those snickers...
1904
"I know what I saw!!!" Andolan collapsed against her father's knees, tears streaking down her pale cheeks. Her father was a noble man, cold around everyone, except for the ones he called his family. He brushed an ancient finger over her eyes, wiping away a lone tear. A gentle smile was present, almost brightening his long dead eyes.
"Andolan....my dear Andy....I believe you. But you must have proof for the rest of the clan. If there is indeed a Witch among us who has kept their powers dormant but powerful, you must find proof of such a thing." Andolan's eyes were still watered over.
"But you believe me?" Her father ran a hand through her loose raven braid.
"Of course." Andolan smiled and let her be for the night. She then chose that time to tell her brother, the second in command of the clan (the leader being none other than her own father), Evan, of the news she had found out; that there was a Witch among them. However when she told Evan and the rest of the clan about it, they laughed in her face. Rage had absorbed her own mind and she walked out of the room expecting dark halls and not the enflamed walls she walked right into.
Andolan covered her mouth and nose, afraid of suffocating in the greedy smoke. She felt her away around the hallway, ignoring the screams of her fellow clan members. She finally reached her father's room, only to walk in on a pile of ash and burnt bones. Evan was standing in the doorway when Andolan reached their father. She turned on her heel, tears and smoke clouding her vision.
"Is this all the proof you needed? Is this enough?!" Her father's ashes slowly seeped through her fingers and moxed with her fallen tears. Evan couldn't answer her, for a large spear from the antique room had been thrusted from behind and straight into his heart. Andolan dropped to her knees, taking in the ebony hair and the cold, expressionless eyes of the man who had just killed her brother and most likely, her father. A small whimper was heard in the corner and Andolan's attention found a small blonde woman shivering in the corner, protected by a ring of fire. The cold man stepped forward, a pistol raised to the girl.
"Witches are meant to be hunted..." His pistol inertly rotated over to Andolan. "As vampires are meant to be killed..." Andolan braced herself for the shot but felt nothing. Instead she heard a horrific scream, followed by the shot and a loud thud. Andolan glanced down and found a dying girl in her lap. She had taken the shot? Her blue green eyes seemed relaxed, even though life was leaving her for the heavens.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to betray you." Her head tunred towards the cold man. "Save.....Robin." Present
Amon awoke in a sweat from the nightmare. It had been the fifth time that week that he had the nightmare. And it always ended in the same way. He shot Robin. At least, he THOUGHT it was Robin, ubt he could never figure out if it was her, or Robin's mind trying to tell his own something. He wiped at his brow and focused his eyesight. It was the fifth time he had hte nightmare and the tenth time he had fallen asleep in his car. He cursed under his breath and started the engine. A tiny rustle was heard behind him and he peered up in the mirror to get a better look at the backseat. And there, sleeping silently in a black ball, was the innocent Robin, softly snoring in rhythm with the engine's hums. He pulled over and rested his head agaisnt the steering wheel. Could the dream mean that he was meant to kill Robin? To hunt her? No, it couldn't be. Robin pulled her head up from leather seats.
"Amon? Is there something wrong?" His eyes never turned back towards her to give a reassuring smile or even a comforting glance. Instead, they stayed glued to the windshield.
"Go back to sleep." Amon assumed she had laid back down in the backseat but was proven wrong when a black clad Robin heaved herself into the front seat with much difficulty. When she was finally settled, she leaned back into the seat, her bluish orvs never leaving Amon's face.
"Do you make yourself bleed just to make sure you're alive?" Amon finally met her gaze.
"..."
"Father Juliano once told me that everyone lays in the arms of an angel. Always protecting you, trying to help you......I hope you find some comfort in that." Amon returned to his pose on the steering wheel.
"Angels are mythical creatures."
"My angel isn't." Amon turned towards Robin, only to find her staring out the car window. "Are we going back to headquarters?" Amon nodded and started the car back up.
"It was so strange too. She was just....standing there. For a moment there, I thought she was really going to jump from the roof." The STN-J crew sat around Sakaki as he told his story of the woman he had encountered earlier. "But I wanted to help. She seemed....so sad...so heartbroken."
"What did she look like?" Amon's icy voice broke the intensity of the rookie's story. Sakaki shrugged.
"Pale. Dark hair. Gorgeous eyes though..." Karasuma nudged the young man.
"Sounds like you're smitten!"
"I am not!!!" Karasuma chuckled as Amon glanced at Robin. Robin nodded. It was Andolan.
A chilling scream could be heard throughout the entire mansion, yet there were no ears nor eyes to witness it. Andolan yelped in pain as Crevin drove a steel crucifix into her back. However, she shed no tears for him. She would not give him the satisfaction of something to close to her - emotion from the heart. He ground the cross into her flesh once more before stopping.
"Let that be a lesson for you. I knew of your lies before I adopted you into my clan, but yet you still create these fantasy stories of Craft users and Witches!!" Andolan opneed her mouth to debate this, but was slapped across her cheek to silence her. "Enough of this!! Get out of my presence!!" Andolan carefully pulled her coat on and headed out the door. Crevin waited until he was certain that Andolan was out of the picture. He picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.
"It's Crevin. Yes. She's on her way. She will no longer be a nuisance to you."
Andolan paced in the alleyway beside Robin's apartment. It had only been a few days since her confrontation with the Craft - user, yet Robin's scent still sent chills down her already cold spine. She watched Robin enter her home and took a step forward, only to be pulled back by someone. She was spun around and bashed against the wall. Her eyes widened in horror as she focused and found her father's murderer standing right in front of her, like he had done a century ago. She pounded her fists against him before finally slashing at his chest. He doubled over in pain, leaving a chance for Andolan to run. She paused and gawked at Robin's bedroom window. She slowly stepped back towards him, her steps careful and cautious.
"You were watching her too. Why?"
"To..protect her."
"Why?"
"I don't need to answer to you."
"You killed my clan. It's the least you could do."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Andolan's eyes turned into thin slits as she peered down at the man. She raises her clawed hand and thrust it into his side. He winced in pain, but did not scream. She twisted her nails in his flesh, causing him to squirm.
"Because she called me her angel!"
"You're the Devil himself. No angel." He grimaced as she kept her claws deep in his flesh.
"Even Lucifer himself was an angel at one point."
"Amon!" Andolan and Amon both looked up to find a startled Robin closing in on them. "Let him go!!" Andolan did as she was told and ran in the opposite direction. She turned a sharp corner, running into something her height. She glanced up and found a young man, a little older than Robin, with light auburn hair glaring down at her. For the first time in her lonely years, she blushed as she found herself in the man's arms. But not just any man, the same one who had held her stare on the roof. She grasped his jacket before a piercing pain shot through skin. Orbo...? , was the last though Andolan had before she fell into darkness.
It was warm and bright, those two being the first thing her senses picked up. The next was the sound of blood pounding through veins, and it was near. Almost too near for her comfort. Andolan shot up from what ever surface she had been lying on. She eyed the interior of the room, taking notice of every tiny detail. It was sunny, thus the reason for the brightness, and it was colorful. Paintings of gardens and serene moments of everyday life were hanging by small nails throughout the entire room. A large window lay across from her, reflecting the paintings to a crowd of evening passerbys. Her head ached but the beauty of the paintings and the calm moment smoothed her pain over for the time being. The paintings reminded her of her childhood; calm, peaceful, happy. Emotions she had thought were long gone.
"It's about time you got up. For a moment there, I thought the Orbo had killed you." She squinted as the man from earlier stood before her, encasing himself in the light. He slowly kneeled before her, pushing his hand out in front of him. "I'm Sakaki Haruto." Andolan placed her hand in his,careful of her nails, which still reeked of ,the dreadful man that Robin called Amon's, blood. "And you are?"
"Andolan."
"No last name?"
"I have long lost the rest of my name." Sakaki nodded and rubbed his chin. "Am I being hunted?" Sakaki was surprised by her question and took pity on her.
"Not for the time being. Are you the vampire we're looking for?"
"More than likely. But what's your definition of a vampire?" Sakaki sat himself behind her; back to back.
"I don't know. I always thought they were the things from horror movies. Killed by sunlight, hates garlic...the usual." He could feel Andolan's body shake with silent giggles. "What's so funny?"
"Your representation of vampires."
"Well isn't that how it goes?"
"No, you have it all wrong..."
"Well i'm not Buddah, enlighten me." Andolan calmed down her laughter and stared off into the sunlight. It had been so long...
"Vampires are creatures that walk the Earth without souls. We take order from neither Heaven nor Hell. Heaven despises us for losing the precious gift they had bestowed against us, and Hell fears we will take over, for they have nothing to steal from us, to torture us with. So, crucifixes burn out flesh...I guess that part of mythology is true. But so can anything that deals with Satanism. Sunlight doesn't harm us or kill us, it just hurts our eyes. "
"And garlic?"
"Well I personally don't like the stuff, it gives me bad breath." Sakaki chuckled.
"What about the rest? Like the stake through the heart, coffins, holy water and what not?"
"If I shoved a stake through your heart, do you think YOU'D live through it? Common sense, if you stab anything through the heart, whether it be a stake or a sword, chances are, you'll die. Coffins...don't see no use in them. And holy water...like I said, anything that deals with Heaven or Hell rejects our touch. Unless you're half human, then you still carry a piece of soul with you."
"I see, then why did Orbo hurt you like that?"
"Orbo is made from Witches, the one blood that can counter our own. It's pure. Sakaki, I don't wanted to be hunted by her."
"By whom?"
"The Craft-user."
"Robin? Unless you've done something wrong, like committ those murders, than you will not be hunted."
"Murders? Is that what you call it?" Sakaki turned to face her. Her eyes were no longer an innocent kelly green but an emblazoned emerald. "Those people are lucky to have their souls!! Yet they abuse the privelege to live without cares, to die in warm arms and go on to eternal paradise. I'm just a Judge. Look at the 'victims' and their records. They do not deserve that gift." She closed her eyes, awaiting a fist of punishment for back talking the man, yet she felt nothing. She opened her eyes to find Sakaki glaring at the ground. "Why are you being so kind to me right now? You should have taken me into authorities by now."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Today, when I saw you, you looked so sad. And I wanted nothing more than to help you but I didn't know how. And then I find you, find out about you, and I still can't help you." Andolan smiled gently and placed her palm on his knee.
""You already have."
Robin washed the remainder of blood from Amon's wounds with warm water and bandaged up his side before handing him his clothing. He accepted the clothes and winced as he tried pulling them on. Robin laid her hand on his arm and pushed it back down, taking the clothes along with it.
"Your wounds are still fresh. Give it a little time."
"Time is something I don't have." Robin stared at him. She hadn't meant to walk in on his attack or hear his answer to the vampire's question, but when she had heard Amon yell from the alley in her apartment, she ran to see the problem. And ended up hearing more than she should have.
"Why were you standing in the alleyway outside my home, Amon?" Amon's head lowered, strands of ebony hair blocking Robin's view of his eyes.
"Checking out a possible scene of crime. The vampire had been there before, I was simply making sure she didn't return."
"Amon, are you going to hunt Andolan?" Amon finally managed to pull his shirt back on, but remained haunched over on Robin's kitchen counter.
"Why?"
"Because I honestly don't think she's dangerous...in fact, I think she's looking for someone to help her." Amon arose, and yanked his jacket off the back of the couch.
"Robin, don't let Andolan turn into Iris." Robin stood there, shocked. Amon didn't even look at her as shut the door behind him.
"Amon....", Robin whispered.
Next chapter: The hunt. and Andolan's problem. bascially, more things are revealed...a little action...a little romance....the usual...
Extinction: Andolan
Andolan parked the black American Harley and entered a bookstore with a permanent scowl fixed upon her face. It had been one week since her meeting with the Craft user, and none of clan believed her when she claimed that she girl indeed existed. She could still hear the laughs and sarcastic chuckles ringing in her ears. Her clunky boots pounded against the wooden floors as her elderly human boss watched her cross the floor and head upstairs. Her charcoal hair crowded her green eyes, blending in with her black leather pants and pinstripe vest that she had turned into a blouse. She slammed open the door leading to the roof and made her way to the edge. She stared over the brim. Temptation was consuming her by the moment. All she had to do was fall...fall....and it would be over. She closed her eyes in anger. No, it wouldn't be over. She was immortal. No fall, cuts, bruises....could harm her. She gasped as a young man stood underneath the shadow she had created from the sunlight washing her back. She met his stare for only a second before an uneasy feeling pushed off the ledge and back into the safety of the bookstore. She could still hear the simpers and giggles dancing in her head. It had been over a century since she had last heard those snickers...
1904
"I know what I saw!!!" Andolan collapsed against her father's knees, tears streaking down her pale cheeks. Her father was a noble man, cold around everyone, except for the ones he called his family. He brushed an ancient finger over her eyes, wiping away a lone tear. A gentle smile was present, almost brightening his long dead eyes.
"Andolan....my dear Andy....I believe you. But you must have proof for the rest of the clan. If there is indeed a Witch among us who has kept their powers dormant but powerful, you must find proof of such a thing." Andolan's eyes were still watered over.
"But you believe me?" Her father ran a hand through her loose raven braid.
"Of course." Andolan smiled and let her be for the night. She then chose that time to tell her brother, the second in command of the clan (the leader being none other than her own father), Evan, of the news she had found out; that there was a Witch among them. However when she told Evan and the rest of the clan about it, they laughed in her face. Rage had absorbed her own mind and she walked out of the room expecting dark halls and not the enflamed walls she walked right into.
Andolan covered her mouth and nose, afraid of suffocating in the greedy smoke. She felt her away around the hallway, ignoring the screams of her fellow clan members. She finally reached her father's room, only to walk in on a pile of ash and burnt bones. Evan was standing in the doorway when Andolan reached their father. She turned on her heel, tears and smoke clouding her vision.
"Is this all the proof you needed? Is this enough?!" Her father's ashes slowly seeped through her fingers and moxed with her fallen tears. Evan couldn't answer her, for a large spear from the antique room had been thrusted from behind and straight into his heart. Andolan dropped to her knees, taking in the ebony hair and the cold, expressionless eyes of the man who had just killed her brother and most likely, her father. A small whimper was heard in the corner and Andolan's attention found a small blonde woman shivering in the corner, protected by a ring of fire. The cold man stepped forward, a pistol raised to the girl.
"Witches are meant to be hunted..." His pistol inertly rotated over to Andolan. "As vampires are meant to be killed..." Andolan braced herself for the shot but felt nothing. Instead she heard a horrific scream, followed by the shot and a loud thud. Andolan glanced down and found a dying girl in her lap. She had taken the shot? Her blue green eyes seemed relaxed, even though life was leaving her for the heavens.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to betray you." Her head tunred towards the cold man. "Save.....Robin." Present
Amon awoke in a sweat from the nightmare. It had been the fifth time that week that he had the nightmare. And it always ended in the same way. He shot Robin. At least, he THOUGHT it was Robin, ubt he could never figure out if it was her, or Robin's mind trying to tell his own something. He wiped at his brow and focused his eyesight. It was the fifth time he had hte nightmare and the tenth time he had fallen asleep in his car. He cursed under his breath and started the engine. A tiny rustle was heard behind him and he peered up in the mirror to get a better look at the backseat. And there, sleeping silently in a black ball, was the innocent Robin, softly snoring in rhythm with the engine's hums. He pulled over and rested his head agaisnt the steering wheel. Could the dream mean that he was meant to kill Robin? To hunt her? No, it couldn't be. Robin pulled her head up from leather seats.
"Amon? Is there something wrong?" His eyes never turned back towards her to give a reassuring smile or even a comforting glance. Instead, they stayed glued to the windshield.
"Go back to sleep." Amon assumed she had laid back down in the backseat but was proven wrong when a black clad Robin heaved herself into the front seat with much difficulty. When she was finally settled, she leaned back into the seat, her bluish orvs never leaving Amon's face.
"Do you make yourself bleed just to make sure you're alive?" Amon finally met her gaze.
"..."
"Father Juliano once told me that everyone lays in the arms of an angel. Always protecting you, trying to help you......I hope you find some comfort in that." Amon returned to his pose on the steering wheel.
"Angels are mythical creatures."
"My angel isn't." Amon turned towards Robin, only to find her staring out the car window. "Are we going back to headquarters?" Amon nodded and started the car back up.
"It was so strange too. She was just....standing there. For a moment there, I thought she was really going to jump from the roof." The STN-J crew sat around Sakaki as he told his story of the woman he had encountered earlier. "But I wanted to help. She seemed....so sad...so heartbroken."
"What did she look like?" Amon's icy voice broke the intensity of the rookie's story. Sakaki shrugged.
"Pale. Dark hair. Gorgeous eyes though..." Karasuma nudged the young man.
"Sounds like you're smitten!"
"I am not!!!" Karasuma chuckled as Amon glanced at Robin. Robin nodded. It was Andolan.
A chilling scream could be heard throughout the entire mansion, yet there were no ears nor eyes to witness it. Andolan yelped in pain as Crevin drove a steel crucifix into her back. However, she shed no tears for him. She would not give him the satisfaction of something to close to her - emotion from the heart. He ground the cross into her flesh once more before stopping.
"Let that be a lesson for you. I knew of your lies before I adopted you into my clan, but yet you still create these fantasy stories of Craft users and Witches!!" Andolan opneed her mouth to debate this, but was slapped across her cheek to silence her. "Enough of this!! Get out of my presence!!" Andolan carefully pulled her coat on and headed out the door. Crevin waited until he was certain that Andolan was out of the picture. He picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.
"It's Crevin. Yes. She's on her way. She will no longer be a nuisance to you."
Andolan paced in the alleyway beside Robin's apartment. It had only been a few days since her confrontation with the Craft - user, yet Robin's scent still sent chills down her already cold spine. She watched Robin enter her home and took a step forward, only to be pulled back by someone. She was spun around and bashed against the wall. Her eyes widened in horror as she focused and found her father's murderer standing right in front of her, like he had done a century ago. She pounded her fists against him before finally slashing at his chest. He doubled over in pain, leaving a chance for Andolan to run. She paused and gawked at Robin's bedroom window. She slowly stepped back towards him, her steps careful and cautious.
"You were watching her too. Why?"
"To..protect her."
"Why?"
"I don't need to answer to you."
"You killed my clan. It's the least you could do."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Andolan's eyes turned into thin slits as she peered down at the man. She raises her clawed hand and thrust it into his side. He winced in pain, but did not scream. She twisted her nails in his flesh, causing him to squirm.
"Because she called me her angel!"
"You're the Devil himself. No angel." He grimaced as she kept her claws deep in his flesh.
"Even Lucifer himself was an angel at one point."
"Amon!" Andolan and Amon both looked up to find a startled Robin closing in on them. "Let him go!!" Andolan did as she was told and ran in the opposite direction. She turned a sharp corner, running into something her height. She glanced up and found a young man, a little older than Robin, with light auburn hair glaring down at her. For the first time in her lonely years, she blushed as she found herself in the man's arms. But not just any man, the same one who had held her stare on the roof. She grasped his jacket before a piercing pain shot through skin. Orbo...? , was the last though Andolan had before she fell into darkness.
It was warm and bright, those two being the first thing her senses picked up. The next was the sound of blood pounding through veins, and it was near. Almost too near for her comfort. Andolan shot up from what ever surface she had been lying on. She eyed the interior of the room, taking notice of every tiny detail. It was sunny, thus the reason for the brightness, and it was colorful. Paintings of gardens and serene moments of everyday life were hanging by small nails throughout the entire room. A large window lay across from her, reflecting the paintings to a crowd of evening passerbys. Her head ached but the beauty of the paintings and the calm moment smoothed her pain over for the time being. The paintings reminded her of her childhood; calm, peaceful, happy. Emotions she had thought were long gone.
"It's about time you got up. For a moment there, I thought the Orbo had killed you." She squinted as the man from earlier stood before her, encasing himself in the light. He slowly kneeled before her, pushing his hand out in front of him. "I'm Sakaki Haruto." Andolan placed her hand in his,careful of her nails, which still reeked of ,the dreadful man that Robin called Amon's, blood. "And you are?"
"Andolan."
"No last name?"
"I have long lost the rest of my name." Sakaki nodded and rubbed his chin. "Am I being hunted?" Sakaki was surprised by her question and took pity on her.
"Not for the time being. Are you the vampire we're looking for?"
"More than likely. But what's your definition of a vampire?" Sakaki sat himself behind her; back to back.
"I don't know. I always thought they were the things from horror movies. Killed by sunlight, hates garlic...the usual." He could feel Andolan's body shake with silent giggles. "What's so funny?"
"Your representation of vampires."
"Well isn't that how it goes?"
"No, you have it all wrong..."
"Well i'm not Buddah, enlighten me." Andolan calmed down her laughter and stared off into the sunlight. It had been so long...
"Vampires are creatures that walk the Earth without souls. We take order from neither Heaven nor Hell. Heaven despises us for losing the precious gift they had bestowed against us, and Hell fears we will take over, for they have nothing to steal from us, to torture us with. So, crucifixes burn out flesh...I guess that part of mythology is true. But so can anything that deals with Satanism. Sunlight doesn't harm us or kill us, it just hurts our eyes. "
"And garlic?"
"Well I personally don't like the stuff, it gives me bad breath." Sakaki chuckled.
"What about the rest? Like the stake through the heart, coffins, holy water and what not?"
"If I shoved a stake through your heart, do you think YOU'D live through it? Common sense, if you stab anything through the heart, whether it be a stake or a sword, chances are, you'll die. Coffins...don't see no use in them. And holy water...like I said, anything that deals with Heaven or Hell rejects our touch. Unless you're half human, then you still carry a piece of soul with you."
"I see, then why did Orbo hurt you like that?"
"Orbo is made from Witches, the one blood that can counter our own. It's pure. Sakaki, I don't wanted to be hunted by her."
"By whom?"
"The Craft-user."
"Robin? Unless you've done something wrong, like committ those murders, than you will not be hunted."
"Murders? Is that what you call it?" Sakaki turned to face her. Her eyes were no longer an innocent kelly green but an emblazoned emerald. "Those people are lucky to have their souls!! Yet they abuse the privelege to live without cares, to die in warm arms and go on to eternal paradise. I'm just a Judge. Look at the 'victims' and their records. They do not deserve that gift." She closed her eyes, awaiting a fist of punishment for back talking the man, yet she felt nothing. She opened her eyes to find Sakaki glaring at the ground. "Why are you being so kind to me right now? You should have taken me into authorities by now."
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"Today, when I saw you, you looked so sad. And I wanted nothing more than to help you but I didn't know how. And then I find you, find out about you, and I still can't help you." Andolan smiled gently and placed her palm on his knee.
""You already have."
Robin washed the remainder of blood from Amon's wounds with warm water and bandaged up his side before handing him his clothing. He accepted the clothes and winced as he tried pulling them on. Robin laid her hand on his arm and pushed it back down, taking the clothes along with it.
"Your wounds are still fresh. Give it a little time."
"Time is something I don't have." Robin stared at him. She hadn't meant to walk in on his attack or hear his answer to the vampire's question, but when she had heard Amon yell from the alley in her apartment, she ran to see the problem. And ended up hearing more than she should have.
"Why were you standing in the alleyway outside my home, Amon?" Amon's head lowered, strands of ebony hair blocking Robin's view of his eyes.
"Checking out a possible scene of crime. The vampire had been there before, I was simply making sure she didn't return."
"Amon, are you going to hunt Andolan?" Amon finally managed to pull his shirt back on, but remained haunched over on Robin's kitchen counter.
"Why?"
"Because I honestly don't think she's dangerous...in fact, I think she's looking for someone to help her." Amon arose, and yanked his jacket off the back of the couch.
"Robin, don't let Andolan turn into Iris." Robin stood there, shocked. Amon didn't even look at her as shut the door behind him.
"Amon....", Robin whispered.
Next chapter: The hunt. and Andolan's problem. bascially, more things are revealed...a little action...a little romance....the usual...