(Sorry again for the wait. had an MRI this morning)

Seleena stood out in the chilly air by the miniature forest on the mansions acreage. The sun had set and the temperature dropped. She had her tank top on. Logan was wearing flannel.

"We going to do this?" she asked with an impatient mock valley girl whine.

"We're going to do it right." Logan huffed right back. "Charlie seems to think that regular fights might help with your little problem."

"What do you think?" she questioned.

"I think he might be right." He snuffed out his cigar. "You ever play tag?"

"Tag? Yeah, but what-" she was cut off when her partner slammed a blade flat in to her palm.

"Good. You get a thirty second head start." She stood looking at him for a moment. "Starting now!"

She took off into the woods. The leaves crunched under her feet and she knew that would be a dead—no pun intended—give away. When she was out of sight she took to the air. Her thirty seconds was up…now.

She waited a second—feeling foolish hiding behind a tree. She didn't hear him take off running. Hw was moving all right, but taking his time. Another odd bit, she didn't hear his footsteps at all. She reached out to his mind hoping some mild hypnosis (sending him after another scent) might buy some time. He was coming for her. Her heart began to beat as adrenalin pumped into her system. She couldn't quiet it.

He was coming faster now. Maybe she could throw him off. She took to the skies hoping he would be looking only at the ground. The night was still and the air stagnant. There was no breeze to blow her scent away. That had to be what he was chasing.

The hilt of the knife was cold in her hand. Lightly she settled in a tree branch and watched Logan. He wheeled at the rustling of the leaves but saw nothing there and turned around to where Seleena had been standing. He got down on all fours and inspected the ground. No prints. Her mistake. Now he stared looking in the trees.

SNIKT

The sound made Seleena wince. Like steak knives being sharpened. It took her a moment to place it. That moment was too long. Before she was sure Logan was next to her. Hot needles were raked though her skin and there were three parallel cut on her upper arm.

"Tag." His gruff voice muffled her startled cry. "I win. You're buying."

She jumped form the tree. "I don't drink." She quickly licked her fingers and cleansed the wounds. They healed with in seconds.

"Then you can buy me one—or owe me one. Elf owes me about a truck load."