[Entico]

-- After "Alone, Black Cat Cafe" --

"Will! Whassup?!"

Entico sauntered up to a man sitting beneath a tree just shy of the shoreline. The raindrop on his cheek from the Cafe had done as he hoped and turned to a torrential rainstorm, specifically along the coastline where the waves were whipped into a fury by the wind.

"Allin... How's it been, man?" Entico grabbed Allin's hand and shook it. "I hope what I've been hearin' ain't true. You know what I'd have to do to you if it were. A noogy or something. I might even have to be extreme."

"No..." A look of almost comedic, yet genuine fear on the mans face appeared.

"Oh yes. A wet-fuckin'-willy." He couldn't help but to let out a slight giggle at the thought. Damn. You can't be an intimidating man, threatening extreme wet-willies and giggling at the same time.

"That, I would like to see you try. Anyway, I got what you needed Will." Allin reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a wooden dowel. It was made of redwood, hollowed out and filled with silver ingot. About as thick in diameter as your thumb, and 10 inches long. "Can I ask why you want this? I get the shivers just carrying for you, thinking I'm going trip on it cause of a puddle or something and kill myself."

Entico grabbed the stake in his right hand which was wrapped in a leather glove with a platinum chain around the wrist. He looked it up and down and smiled as the raindrops dripped off the tip.
"Can I ask you something Allin... How'd you get it?"

"Oh, you don't want to be knowing that now. I got it, just like you asked though." He said.

"Is that so? See, I remember telling ya something when ya confronted me about it earlier. You rememberin' what it was?" Entico's eyes locked with Allin's for a cold second.

Allin's lifeless body slumped to the ground as Entico withdrew the artifact from his chest. "I told you...I said "Do not harm her." isn't that right? "Get the artifact, but do not harm her in the process." That's what I said, Allin."

Entico pulled a cloth out of his pocket and wiped the artifact clean of blood, before storing both away. He looked up into the sky, the rain still falling hard. Most people probably couldn't hear anything over the sound of the waves, but this city wasn't most people. Entico heard someone else around. It didn't concern him much though, he had a club to get to.

"Goodbye, Allin."

[Lyveva]

Lyveva stood up on a cliff face letting the wind hit her cold, stone hard skin. She squated down in the dark shadows of the cliff and her eyes locked immeditaly on Entico.

"Having trouble with this one master?" The voice flooded into her mind.

Lyveva didn't even look up as the falcon landed on her shoulder. Her partner and friend for the last 2,000 years. The only being she really cared about. Her face softened only for a brief moment as she replied in her head back to the falcon.

"Now Seentha, should you be flying in this weather? You may be immortal, but you are not invicible." Lyveva said ignoring Seentha's question.

Seentha snorted and stared off at Entico. She ruffled her feathers trying to get some water off of them. It was a hopeless effort with the rain pouring as hard as it was, not mentioning the ocean water spraying up from the wild waves that hit the cliff face to their right.

"I wonder what he just took from that guy that he just killed." Seentha said watching the scene below them.

Lyveva sighed and stood back up. She needed to get back to the city. She could sense a couple of werewolves getting out of hand and see what they would be doing to a poor child within the next 15 mins. So she decided to go do her job, but she would keep an eye on Entico. Well, more of her mind. Lyveva lunged off of the cliff face and Seentha took off from her shoulder and flew low to the ground. Lyveva landed gently on her feet and ran so fast, not even her own kind could see her. Seentha let out a screech that was ear-splitting as she flew off after Lyveva.

[Entico]

-- During "First Night Out, Club Eclipse" --

Allin's body lay face down, lifeless beneath the pattering of raindrops, and slightly shielded by the tree he lay beneath. Hours after the fatal strike that Entico delivered, Allin's body began to stir slightly, a slight moan escaping his blue lips. Allin coughed into the sand beneath his face and brought his hand beneath him onto his chest and felt the hole in his shirt.

"That son of a bitch stabbed me. He fucking stabbed me!"

Allin pushed himself onto his knees, his face twisted in fury.

"Shutup, fool. You knew it was coming and you deserved it for being careless." The sound was a second voice from the shadows near a grove of trees.

"Sorry, my lord. I will do better." Allin was standing now, his bloodstained shirt with a hole in it hid the skin beneath, where the stab wound was healed completely leaving only a light scar.

The voice spoke again. "You will do better. Pull a foolish stunt like that one again and I will not be here to bring you back."

"Yes, Lord."