A Final Walk.

[Nikki[Heartbroken]]

Killian ducked his head under a low-hanging branch as he tenderly stepped over protruding tree roots, attempting not to trip. Exhaling deeply, he stretched his arms back and tilted his head towards the familiar white bird, who whistled softly. The bird had been acting very strange lately, it was much more... Unenergetic. It drooped its head and wings, and flew slowly. Usually the sings that something bad was going to happen. The fact that it was dark wasn't much better either.

The bird hopped onto Killian's shoulder and ruffled his feathers, tickling Killian's cheek in the process. Softly, Killian nudged the bird off of his shoulder and then stuffed his hands into his pockets. It was a cold night. Another bad sign. It's not like Killian is superstitious or anything... But he felt a little nervous tonight. His little white bird was good at predicting things, and the way he was acting wasn't a good sign. What is it with all the signs?

Maybe Killian was finally losing his mind. All those years alone with only birds for company. But wait, he never really was alone. There were always people around him. They tried to interact with him. They attempted to show him comfort. But he only pushed them away. Why had he done that? What would he be like if he had only let people in? All his life... Sitting alone whistling at different birds... Had the birds been the reason he is the way he is now? No. It was Killian's own fault for pushing everyone away.

"Ouch!" Killian shouted and rubbed furiously at his right temple and glaring at the little white bird, who had just flew harshly into the side of his head like a mini rocket. Lowering his hand and glowering at the bird, he sighed.
"So. I'm starting to believe that this is pretty much your fault." He said. The white bird chirped angrily at him, then flew off to the side and out of Killian's view. Once again, the bird came out of nowhere and rammed into the side of his head. Waving his hand at the bird in annoyance, he whistled. Immediantly a large owl flew from the treetops, scaring the white bird.
"You deserved that." He muttered, then watched as the owl flew slowly onto the lower branch of a nearby tree, its large amber eyes resting on Killian.

"Not you too." Killian muttered angrily, walking away from the owl and deeper into the forest.

[Tiffany]

A muffled scream echoes hollowly against the dark pine trees. Silver blonde hair covered a face in anguish. A mouth twisted to produce the horrid sound that she tried so desperately to smother. Bumps formed right above her hairline, ripping through the skin and curving upward leaving small trails of blood from the severed flesh, blood that she was quick to wipe away.. Wings that resembled those of a bat, whipped out with a whispering leathery sound, at their apex, they snapped upward. Hands curled into fists, nails digging white trails in her cheeks. She stood up suddenly, bright lavender eyes roaming the lushness of the forest. She stepped forward, and leaned over, startled by the sudden pain. She had recently fed from a gifted, and she felt like she was going through withdrawl. She needed food, and she was no where near town. She grimaced and straightened. She heard a muffled noise somewhere close by. Her animalistic instincts kicked in and she honed in on the sound. She rounded a tree, trailing a hand on the rough bark. She noticed a boy, and from the looks of him, for some reason she could tell he was a gifted. She knew that she should refrain, seeing how much pain she was in from the last gifted, but her mouth watered in anticipation. "Hey.." She said in a sultry tone. "What are you doing out so...late?" She asked slowly, pushing the pain away to focus on the boy.

[Nikki[Heartbroken]]

Killian turned his head sharply as the owl hooted loudly and flew off. Seeing someone near a tree, he frowned slightly, then heard what she was saying. "That depends." He said simply. "What're you doing out so late?"
Killian took a few steps away from the girl, sensing something about her that was... Dangerous. The white bird silently watched from a nearby tree. It knew what it's purpose was here. And it was not to be a companion of Killian's. More like, the bird represented something. Something that Killian would soon discover for himself. Ruffling his feathers, the bird's gaze never left Killian.

[Tiffany]

Victoria chuckled, walking slowly toward the boy. "Hm...What am I doing here so late.." She tapped her chin thoughtfully with a smile. "I am here to eat. You know of any good food here?" She asked leaning toward him slightly. She rocked back on her heels, letting her eyes roam over his body. " I am ...hungry you know.." She let her face go blank. She stepped up to him, almost pressing her body against his. "Will you feed me?" She whispered as she brought her face to his. A purple mist left her lips, trailing the short distance to the boys face. Her power was consentrated in that mist. It enveloped the mind, releasing endorphins that endulged the sexual senses. She placed her arms around his neck, gripping his hair tightly. She brought his face to hers. "This wont last long."

[Nikki[Heartbroken]]

Killian took a shuddering breath, eyes widened slightly. As she grabbed his hair, he felt suddenly... Well, he felt something he'd never felt before. Trying to resist, he attempted to lean back a little, but failed miserably and instead put his face closer to the girl's. He'd let her do whatever. He felt as if he had not control over anything in his body. What was happening?
"Of course." He murmered.

The white bird ruffled his feathers once more, knowing what was about to happen. Killian still hadn't noticed... But he would... He had to... The bird chirped once, flying swiftly to a branch closer to the scene.

[Tiffany]

Victoria chuckled softly. "Of course." She repeated pleasantly. She placed her mouth to his, not in a kiss, but to take what she needed to feed. Everything that made this man what he was, she was taking. She realized belatedly that the color of life that she pulls from her victims are a different color if she was taking the life of a gifted. Indeed, she had known that this man was a gifted, and she was correct in her assumption. The life-force, some called it, from a gifted is a dark red, instead of the normal white of a human. She breathed it in, reveling in her third meal from a gifted. It was addictive, to say the least. She felt the last of his life leave him, as his heart fluttered and failed. The image of a thousand birds flashed through her mind instantly, so realistic that her eyes snapped open. She looked at the boy, eyes gazing into a place that only the dead can see. She became angry, for no reason, and snapped his neck with a wicked gleam in her eye. She watched his body fall to the ground with no expression on her face. Her eyes drifted to the upper branches of a tree, where a lone white bird sat looking almost sadly at the dead boys body. She reached up with one hand, a single finger wiping the side of her lip daintily, never letting her eyes leave the bird. She turned and walked away, heading toward the town, where she would finish her meal. The boy had given her enough strength to make it there, for which she was undoubtedly grateful, but it wasnt enough to make her spare his life..