Pacing has been a bad habit of mine for a while now, that and adjusting my shades. I was doing both just outside the hive. Rose had just gotten back with that sarcastic triumphant smirk on her face, ugh.

I am now the red eyed demon who had just been told "I told you so!" about fifty times in this last hour alone. She'd been fine, she had gotten what she had wanted like usual but I just can't shake the feeling that something was incredibly off.

As soon as Rose had gotten back from her endeavor she had sat down on one of the old couches we had lying around. Soon a good half dozen demons had gathered around and sat next to her, some on the floor and some on the couch as she had begun recounting the tale. Karkat had just looked pissed as usually, Gamzee was overly impressed with her story, Kanaya was nodding with a small smile on her face while had stood back a ways away from everyone leaning against one of the concrete pillars. Cool kids don't sit on the floor, besides I wasn't overly interested in how she took out a witch but more that she had come back without so much as a scratch. John had smiled politely when she offered for him to come over but he had politely declined and moved to the sleeping quarters instead. Death had always made him squeamish, maybe because he wasn't one of us really.

I mean he was one of us, just not one of us. Uh... He's not a demon, he's just a regular old human. Well that's what we thought anyway until we figured out he's not really regular. Most humans can't use magic, John can use some. He's nice to have around if there's a hot day or in any instance where you'd need a nice breeze. But that's pretty much it. That's really all he can do and it's sad. The day Rose and I found him he had been kicked out of wherever he had learned magic because he was such a screw up with no potential. So of course I saw him as fast food, Rose actually felt something in her cold heart and insisted I not eat him. Long story short he ended up coming back to the hive with us and my brother decided to make him our watchdog.

Turns out the kid had some nice observational skills, plus he could get places we couldn't because of his human blood and windy (errr... breezy) thing. But I still thought his best feature was making sure nobody got a heatstroke in the summer.

After John left the room Rose told the story about a dog eared witch who hadn't expected anything when she attacked her. She talked about how easy it had been and how she wanted to go hunting tonight to test out her new immortality. While she was going on and on as usual when a thought struck me.

"Yo Rose, what about that necromancer?"

She stopped talking and looked back at me. Rose tilted her head to the side for a second before simply stating, "She wasn't there." with a smirk.

That was when the bad feeling started burning it's way through my stomach, fast forward a few hours and I'm still walking back and forth in thought. They had kicked me out after Karkat bitched long enough about my pacing and they told me to come back when I was done. They being Kurloz and Rose primarily. Kurloz had been the sorta leader for a while now but he only communicates to Gamzee, Rose and Muelin whenever she's around. The hive decided that he was the best choice after my brother had passed on and I got to hand it to him the guy was devoted. I dunno if I'd have bitten out my tongue after being captured, I mean we had gotten him back and everything but he was never quite the same.

But whatever, mistakes had been made then and I didn't want to make any now. The fact that Rose hadn't encountered the necromancer was probably a good thing, but for some reason it didn't feel like it. It's kinda like in Shrek when he goes to save the princess or whatever but he didn't slay the dragon before getting her so they had to hightail it outta there while being chased by a fire breathing angry lizard. Yeah, this whole thing's giving me the same vibe. Something was off. Something was coming, I could feel it.

My feet move back and forth automatically.

I guess I'll just have to wait.

A giant canine with a nose for the supernatural was the best familiar I could have chosen for the job. Mono was doing a good job of picking up the she-demon's trail. It was daylight now but the sun wasn't doing much to heat up the air, it was still as cold as last night.

I am now the extremely uncomfortable necromancer who is out past when she should be and running around town in broad daylight with a giant dog who's trying to sniff out a murderer. The daylight is straining my eyes, I never come out this time of the day. It's bright and doesn't cloak my presence at all. At least I had the good sense to throw a coat with a hood over my shoulders to hide my ink before we actually entered the city. Didn't want people thinking I was dangerous or anything like that, not like Mono's looming figure was really helping that image. We had decided early on in my vendetta that we should stick to the alley ways so we don't attract too much attention. This wasn't a tiny city, there were people walking around and attention is the last thing I wanted. My goal is stealth whenever possible.

We'd been walking a while when Mono stopped and whined to me.

Damn, he's lost the trail.

I bite my lip in frustration seizing the moment to lean against one of the brick walls that made the alleyway. My thoughts swam, ugh what now.

Hunters, I could always go the hunters. But then again that might not be the best idea, I was still considered a supernatural being. They might not take kindly to my kind. If worst came to worst I could always summon more canine dead to try and find a new trail but that would just attract attention. Attention was something I couldn't spare.

As I'm considering what to do a growl vibrates through the alleyway. I jump a little and take a glance at what's making the sound. Mono's deep growl turns into a snarl and I see clearly what's upsetting him. Just outside the alleyway a large cat like body scurries over to the next street over. I follow quietly while patting my familiars head trying to calm him. She's not actually a cat, she just sorta moves like one and has a tail. Her black hair bobs a little bit as she slinks down this alleyway, she doesn't see us but we're close enough that Mono could lunge at her easily. She looks over her shoulder quickly allowing her eyes to dart as she goes down one of the entrances to the sewer.

Well, she's not very smart. Was the firs thing that came to mind, we were close enough she should have sensed our presence but didn't. My second was her eyes. They were pretty, a beautiful sparkling green.

An unnatural sparkly green. A green that could only belong to a demon.

I smirk and head towards the entrance.

Looks like we've got ourselves a trail.

A/N: I apologize for disappearing! I owe you guys a lot more stuff to read than this small chapter, but I've had some family issues with the holidays so it just didn't happen. Over the next few days I'll try to make it up to my readers, thank you for bearing with me. As always thanks for reading, favs, watches and of course reviewing =3!