Chris should have guessed something was wrong. He hadn't seen Scar in over a week and he was anxious to see if she was okay…Scratch that, to see if she was dealing with his death. Chewing his lip he made his choice, he would go over and see if she was okay. The walk across the street was easy enough that he fooled himself into believing that the rest would be as well.

"Scar…Are you in" He asked knocking on the old wooden door. There was no answer or reply. Or even a whisper behind the door. He pushed it slightly and was shocked to find it swing open revealing the hall.

Testily he walked in and recoiled slightly as the smell of food that had become past its sell-by-date. Looking on the floor he spied several bits of parchment and notebook paper alike thrown haphazardly. Further along he noticed all the mirrors in the house seemed to have been broken. The glinting shards flashing dangerously as he passed.

Gingerly he picked a piece of parchment paper up and read the surface. It was an overview on a pack of demons that favoured mercenary work. Glancing briefly on the other of paper her figured they all said the same type of thing.

A fact file on the various types of demon, some lower levels and a few high level ones. A crack from the living room alerted him to Scarlett's arrival. He ran into the room and his breath caught in his throat. Her hair, normally filled with strange and varying colours, was matted and a dull mousey brown. She was splattered in bluish blood on her face.

"Scar! What the hell happened?"

She looked over at him and shrugged before replying in a strained voice "Slime creature thing exploded one me"

"How are you" When she offered no other explanation.

"Does it matter, I'm busy so can you make this quick" She said rummaging through a pile of papers until she brought up a list. She crossed out a hastily scribbled line and threw it back on the pile.

"Scar...What are you doing?"

"Painting like Picasso, What the hell does it look like I'm doing? I'm hunting demons"

"Alone! Are you insane?"

"Yes" She said simply.

"You can't do it alone"

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do! Only one person could and they're dead! So whatever you're going to say about what I should and shouldn't do just save it"

Chris looked at Scarlett properly. She was sad. Not just emotionally but her appearance gave off an aura of depression. Her eyes that he once saw shine with happiness and mirth were dull and blank that he ached to see the two emerald orbs shine like they used to.

"Let me help"

"Okay"

A demon shrieked as it exploded into a pile of ash. Scarlett smirked as the screams reached her ears. Pure, cold unadulterated hatred bubbled within her. Cocking her head behind her her smirk grew wider. She curved the air around her allowing the demons who had tried to sneak behind her were crushed against the wall.

"Scarlett this is the part we leave" Chris said brushing sweat from his forehead.

"No. These motherfucking scum need to pay" She spat.

"Scar! We vanquished what we wanted to now we leave"

"NO! That's the way you do things not the way I do" She screamed forming flames that flickered in her hands.

"Scar…Stop this" He begged.

She turned to him a flicker of her old self passed over her face that he almost thought it was true. Then a mask of cold calculated anger formed. She turned back to the four demons and threw the flickering flame.

It engulfed them and screams of death filled his hearing. She turned back to him and gave no reaction. He orbed while she apparated.

They landed in Black manor and Chris immediately rounded on her. "What the hell was that back there?" He demanded

"I don't know what you're talking about" She said crossing off another line on the parchment.

"I thought we were after the two demons not four that found us"

"We were but change of plans. Besides we killed them didn't we?"

"That is not the point. We could have died! We don't know what level they were or what their powers were!" He said to her firmly.

"I don't care" She said turning to face him.

"Scar...What happened to you" He whispered a she took in her blank face that was a stark comparison to her determined eyes.

"You want to know what happened? I opened my eyes! What's the point? Huh! What is the point Chris of fighting like we do if everything worth fighting for is stripped away? Answer: Power. Voldemort and the Source had a power over me but now I'm getting stronger. Now I'll have the power over them" She said

"You're walking a dangerous line" He warned as she walked out of the room "Once you cross it there's no turning back"

"I'm not coming back" She said turning to Chris and before leaving alone as she apparated out.

Chris should have recognized something was wrong. Scarlett's eyes had changed. They were black.