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31Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:25

Elenna Fee
DOB: December 22, 1985
Age: 19 (begin 2005)
Sex: Female
Ethnicity: (German ancestors) American
Weight: 108lbs
Height: 5’4”
Hair: long, brown, natural big curls, nearly never worn tight together
Eyes: brown
Build: athletic, fairy like, tougher than she looks
Hometown: born in New York, but lived everywhere
Profession: Hunter, can kill with everything (kind of a MacGyver hunter she can build a weapon with everything)
Portrayed by Rachel Bilson
Theme song: It’s a tie between Breakaway, Kelly Clarkson and Back in Black, AC/DC

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Appearance: Elenna seems to be a normal silly girl, what she is, until it gets serious or personal. She mostly wears jeans and a simple shirt. But always knowing how handy it is to look like a real girl. Whatever she wear it needs to be practical.

Personality: Elenna’s parent’s died in a car crash when she was 10, which left her alone with her 3 years older brother. The two siblings were the only family they had left, until Elenna had to change this. They had to change the foster families they stayed a lot. She is scared of all kinds of firearms, because her brother got shoot when she was 14, by a silver bullet after he became a werewolf. It was Elenna who shot him. At that day she became a hunter. She hates it when people call her Elle. That’s how her brother called her. She is mostly shy with people she don't know and plays a little that everyone’s thinks of her as the cute little girl until she knows someone, than she is much cooler. She never really talks a lot about her family. She dropped out of school with 16, because of her job. Even though she did drop out she is clever. Her best friend is her ‘69 Ford Mustang convertible never complains always to count on.

Strengths and Weaknesses: It is easy to unsettle, whenever something doesn’t work the way she thought it would she doesn’t know what to do or at least thinks she doesn’t know it. More than once she could have seen that she can handle unknown situations. She loves to flirt with guys, but never really went further. Elenna is a specialist in inventing new ways to kill anything Supernatural. Her favourite hunts are demons because you don’t need a weapon to kill it. She easily remembers exorcism spells and other useful spells. Another useful think is that she speaks fluent German and Latin, which gives her more option to do the research for a job. She is a lonely wolf, but enjoys hunts in a group as well, maybe even more than she actually says.




“Damn it. Andre is playing cats and mouse with me. I hate when they do that. Sometimes I wish demons wouldn’t be such d****. He must be here somewhere on this damn street, he must be.”

Elenna was driving on the dark, lonely street, when suddenly the EMF reacted.

“What the hell does he want in the middle of nowhere?”

Elenna stop the mustang to see in some distance to guys fighting and it didn’t look good for one. "Damn it one is Andre, he has the body I saw him using the last time and the other is a friggin amateur of a hunter or just an idiot that doesn't know against what he is fighting."

With a smile she activated her newest invention, a water-cannon, filled with holy water, driven by the power of her Mustang.

“I hope it works.”

Pushing the gas down to get close enough rescue the other guy. When she was in reach of her cannon she fired at Andre a massive amount of holy water. While she opened the door on the passenger's side and hoped the other guy would come in.


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32Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:27

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For the first time in eight months, something hurt Andre that didn't bother Romulus in the slightest. Well, the water was cold, but that was about it. He felt his body smoking as the water impacted, like he was being burned with acid, and the suit got a little fried, but Rome didn't actually feel it. It was bizarre. It just felt like normal, cold hose-water.

But Andre was rolling around in the dirt, having dropped Rawson like he didn't matter anymore, completely floored and completely taken by surprise by the pain. Rome had begun to believe the demon couldn't actually experience pain. Maybe this was some magical liquid that hurt demons? It sure felt like regular water.

Rome watched as Rawson took one more pained look at him and got into the car, which sped away, tires squealing. Rome instinctively tried to look at the licence plates, before remembering he didn't want Andre to be able to track his brother down. He felt like Dorothy after Toto's escape from the witch: He got away! He got away!

"Which is more than I can say for you..."

Bite me! Raws got away, I don't care what you do with me!

"Oh, you will. You need to be taught a lesson for that little stunt. Not that you'll ever be strong enough to try it again,"
Andre leered, slipping Rawson's bracelet on his left wrist. Now there was a bracelet on each arm, and Andre was muttering some foreign words under his breath, and then blinding pain tore through Rome's soul like an electric current emanating from the two silver pieces.

"There, now. That feels much safer."

Wh-what did you d-do?

"Exchanged ropes and promises for chains and bars of ancient power. You better get used to my company, son, because I don't plan on leaving anytime soon."

Frack you.
But somehow, Rome's heart wasn't in it.

"Where was I now? Ahh, yes. Teaching you and your brother a lesson you would not forget."

With that, Andre straddled Rawson's abandoned bike, turned the key in the ignition, and drove off down the highway.

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33Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:28

Rawson was torn. He'd been expecting to die, when Weird Chick with Car showed up and doused Rawson/Creature with... well, from the reaction it caused it seemed like it was acid, but from the splashes he got he was pretty sure it was just regular ole tap water. You know, knowing this before he was getting pounded into the ground would have been nice. Water. Who'd of thought.

Weird Chick opened the car door, and Rawson was torn between finishing the creature off, and getting in. But the effect of the water didn't seem to be lasting, and the thing was sure to after him again quickly, if the look of utter rage he'd seen before he'd started their last tussle was an indicator.

A tactical retreat is not equivalent to cowardice. Historically, allowing some ground to be lost has proven necessary in order to ensure a long-term victory later on. Lose the battle, win the war.

Fighter mode Rawson concluded that a strategic get away would be most advantageous at this point, and without further ado Rawson threw himself into the open car door, forcefully shutting it and leaning back into the seat with a grimace. He watched out the side mirror as his brother stood in the distance, peering after them for a moment before turning to climb onto Raws' bike.

Rawson turned to his companion, giving her a quick once over and glancing at the... modified... vehicle he was riding in. It would be best to try to get some information while they were driving. After the car stopped, of course, all bets were off. He didn't know her, certainly wasn't going to trust her, and the ease with which she'd turned his brother into a screaming, steaming figure didn't lead him to think very highly of her (forethought and combat strategies notwithstanding).

"So, water?" he asked. You could generally trust Rawson to avoid the small talk and dive right into the important issues.

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34Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:29

Elenna was widely grinning. “It really worked, I am trying that the cannon works for weeks and now finally it did.” She was actually a little jumping on her seat. “And yes water, but not just any water holy water. What kind of a hunter are you that you don’t know that? I mean you know with what you were dealing with. You know it was a demon, right? Oops sorry, I am Elenna Fee and you are?”

Elenna were giving the guy next to her a quick look, just to turn around and reaching out for the first aid kit on the back seat. “Here, when you ruin my seats I’m going to kill you, so take care of your arm, please.”

Shit the more I think about it, the more he doesn’t look like a hunter. I actually have a total stranger in my car, which is bleeding and didn’t seem to be the friendly type of guy.

Elenna lost her cool appearance and felt more like a helpless girl.


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35Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:31

I think I’m in a car with a crazy person.

On the one hand, Rawson was glad because this was better than her being another psycho creature or something- after all, the enemy of your enemy isn’t always your friend. Sometimes you just have a lot of enemies. And no, thinking that is not a symptom of paranoia. That’s being vigilant.

Of course if the girl, Elenna, was just a crazy kid with enough knowledge to be dangerous, this poses another problem. Demons? Hunters? What has Rome gotten us into? Gods.

“I do know how to care for a car Ms. Fee. And certainly how to care for my own injuries. You needn’t be worried that I would unintentionally damage either your vehicle or myself.”

He stopped watching the area around them, and opted to watch Elenna as he continued to speak.

“I have a few questions for you now. Kindly explain the terminology hunters and demons, why tap water seemed to have the properties of acid in your fighting, and if you have permanently damaged my brother in any way?” He glared slightly, giving her a look that stated he was considering just how low a life form she was.

She might be able to help me let him go- free him for a better existence than this. I can even appreciate that. But no one tortures my brother. That looked like acid, sizzling and steaming wherever it touched him. I don’t care if she wants to hurt the thing that was in him. That’s still my brother somewhere in there. Torturing him is entirely out of the question.

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36Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:32

Ms. Fee? Who the hell does he think I am? Elenna stared on the road ahead of her.

“You did damage yourself already by really trying to fight against a demon, guy without a name. But I guess you have no idea what you were doing. Okay let’s see. How can I start that you don’t think I am totally crazy? Demons have no body on their own that is the reason why they possess humans. They are evil and mostly like the why normal people think demons are, well not the red cute little devil with a trident. There is much more than just demons in the world. Basically every monster you can think of is real. And because of the there are hunters. Hunters are people, like me, that search these things and kill them. The “tap” water was, like I said, holy. And yes for demons this blessed water is like acid, but your... I mean the holy water does not harm the meatsuits. You know for saving your ass, it would be nice to know at least the name of the ass I saved.”

His brother. Great. Why do I always stumble in family tragedies.

Elle felt suddenly so lost and had to swallow hard, so that she didn’t start to cry in front of a weird unfriendly stranger.

“And just for the records there is a better way to fight a demon than actually fight. And Ms Fee is a old lady in a dress with huge flowers, so just say Elenna.”


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37Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:33

"I did say unintentionally," Rawson almost growled in response to the girl's first point. "I've been well aware of his strength for months. However, there are very few things I wouldn't do for the host." He looked away for a moment. "I couldn't live with myself if I didn't try," he murmured to himself. "And demons are evil? No s***, Sherlock. Not that I'd want to stereotype the whole race, but based on my dealings with this hellspawn, yeah, that sounds about right."

Well, this one's certainly emotional. And determined to prove how smart she is. God, it's like being around Tory Foster once she discovered her destiny and became a smug little glory seeking fame toting witch. Wait- does that make me Saul? Or Tyrell? Bill Adama, perhaps? Maybe it would be best not to continue extending this comparison. Anyway. On to the water. Blessed? By anyone, or do hunters have to have connections with clergymen? That bears further thought.

"Rawson. Since you did have rather fortunate timing, I figure I owe you that much. And by 'better' do you mean simply torturing the things? You've pissed it off even more. And right now it's controlling my brother. I don't even want to think about what this is doing to him. And I'm not sure I want to try to imagine what kind of punishment he's likely to receive for what just happened. Gods. Rome." The last was said in a mere whisper, as he turned to look out the window at the trees flying by. He sat that way for a few minutes, taking deep breaths.

Okay. Get some basic information. Figure out where to go for more information. Don't kill the girl child even if she's a bit of a smart mouth. She's proving at least somewhat useful. Besides, she has no idea who you are. She's just a child, really.

"Can anyone bless the water, or does it need to be a clergyman? And is there a permanent way to kill the creature and the host body? Because while the thing mentioned that the hosts injuries would kill him if the creature left him, the body appears be undamaged as long as it is possessed. Or would an instantly mortal blow destroy the creature's ability to use the host?"

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38Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:34

“Rawson, nice to meet you; even though there could be better circumstances to meet.” Elle looked for the first time really at Rawson and smiled friendly at him.

That is really not fair; I always meet the families that can be saved. And Nick hadn’t even a chance to be saved.

Elenna was sometimes really too good in hiding her feeling behind a huge friendly smile, just the way she did it right now. One day it will cause her real problems.

“No by ‘better’ I don’t really mean torturing the demon, but I have to confess that it is fun to do that. Sorry to say that but Andre is a real pain-in-the-ass demon and he deserves some torturing. Don’t worry it won’t hurt your brother. I guess his name is Rome? I mean by ‘better’ the only way to get rid of a demon, to send him back to hell. There is, well the easiest way to call it, a spell. This spell exorcism the demon, which means to disconnect the host and the demon. The demon goes dragged back to hell. But before we can do that we have to trap Andre in a devils trap. That’s a pentagram, demons can’t step out of it and it also weakens the demons; so that the exorcism spell works.”

Elenna had to take a deep breath before she could tell Rawson the good news, in this misery.

“Rome doesn’t need to be killed. Most of the time the host survives the possession. But if Rome’s body is injured he will suffer and maybe die. But like I said the chance that your brother comes out of this alive is not bad”

Elenna started to relax a little even though Rawson was still a little grumpy.

“Yes everyone with a rosary and the right blessing can bless water and make it to an effective weapon against demons. We are now going back to the motel where I am staying and try to figure what next step Andre’s is planning to do.”

Elenna was for a moment quiet.

“Hey can I ask you something?”

Elenna looked nervous at Rawson.


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39Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:34

Romulus could be saved. Oh gods. Rome could be saved.

Elenna Fee was still rather irritating, but almost anything could forgiven in light of that piece of information.

Rome. Alright, time to play nice. Put on the 'Remington facade' as Rome liked- likes- to say.

Rawson smiled slightly and glanced over at her.

"I can't guarantee I'll answer, but you may."

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40Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:35

Elenna wasn’t so sure how to start.

“How do you know that your brother is still in there? I mean don’t get me wrong, I don’t think you brother has anything to do with all the murder Andre did. But why do you believe he is still in there? And what did Andre want from you anyway? Why didn’t he just kill you? And would you really kill your brother? Sorry these are pretty personal questions.”

Right now Elenna didn’t have to play to be the cute girl. She felt too helpless to be the cool hunter she used to be.

Damn it he will never answer any of this questions. What am I supposed to say when he wants to know why I am asking all this?

“Is your arm okay? You know if you need stitches I could do that, if you want.”

What the hell is wrong with me, I don’t know this guy and I sit here nearly crying. Lucky me it is dark, so let’s hope he doesn’t see me clearly.

“The motel I am staying is not far. When you have something from Rome I can find out where Andre is taking your brother and we can follow them. If you want my help.”


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41Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:37

"My arm will be fine. I'll put in the stitches myself once we reach a safe area. A motel, you said? Please, at least tell me it's a decent one. I have more to be worried about than that demon. Far more human concerns."

The girl looked like she was almost crying. And comforting people was definitely not one of Rawson's strengths. At least she hadn't actually burst into tears. Though it was curious, as their conversation didn't seem to be emotionally traumatizing. If anything, a person in Rawson's position would have more reason to be traumatized.

"As for my brother, he's still fighting the 'demon' that's using him. And he was able to break free a bit." Rawson smirked. "I'd know my twin anywhere, and I'm certain it was him. As for what the demon wanted- do they have names, by the way?- I'm not sure I'm comfortable disclosing that information. Particularly until I've had a conversation with someone more knowledgeable regarding what it wanted."

Rawson considering not answering her last question, but couldn't really see any harm in sharing that information. Anyone who looked into their pasts would figure out the answer quickly enough.

"Would I kill him? Yes. If that's the only way I can free him, I'll do it without hesitation. There are things worse than that, and being trapped in your mind while a monster controlled your body? I'd say that counts as one. So would Rome. I know what he would want, and I owe him that much, at least."

Damn. He never talked that much. Not when he could avoid it, anyway. Of course, Raws and Rome were generally rather self-sufficient. This was one of the rare times that a person could offer something truly of value to Rawson, and that was the information he needed to start hunting the demon in his brother.

He settled back in his seat, praying they were headed someplace safe. While Rawson was between jobs, you never knew when someone else in the trade, or an enemy of a recent employer, might try to find you. Better hotels, as well as being comfortable and easily paid for with what he was making, were harder to break into, had staff that were more trustworthy, and generally had multiple escape routes if things went south. So, if this girl really was a 'hunter' of big evil things, this so called motel had better be a place with intricately detailed and heavily maintained security.

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42Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:38

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Romulus knew what it was to be dragged somewhere kicking and screaming, as the saying went. Rome had awaited their first day of kindergarten with anticipation, packing and re-packing his bag twice the night before, and waking up at five in the morning to be ready on time. He had even given Rawson, who had been less eager at the idea of the first day of school, the last of the Lucky Charms for breakfast. It even became something of a tradition: when Raws dragged his feet come schooltime, Rome always made sure to have a bowl of cereal waiting for him. They each held one of their mother's gloved hands in a mitten, and walked up the school steps together. There were so many kids all around them, Rome was sure he was going to have the time of his life.

Then a teacher tried to take him to a different room. Mother was showing Raws where to put his jacket and his lunchbox, leaving a well-meaning but foolish old woman assuming he was supposed to be in a different room. He had shaken off her attempts to corral him and placed his jacket on the hook next to Rawson's. "That's not right," their mother had said, patiently but coldly handing his jacket back to him. "You're in Mrs. Bisetti's class this year, Romulus. Your brother is in Mr. Evans' class."

Romulus had looked to Rawson for support, but Rawson, upset with the whole scenario, really, only offered a shrug.

Didn't they understand? He was going to school with Raws, that was the whole point. They were always together, weren't they? Whose crazy idea was it that they should be separated for any reason? "NO!" he had bellowed, insisting on placing his jacket on the hook next to Raws'.

That was when the dragging began, and the kicking and screaming had followed soon after.

It didn't take a genius to put "punishment" together with the road to Seattle, Washington and come up with something going down in his own home. Somehow, Andre had missed the memo that the Remington family had already been hurt enough.

He was going to kill their parents. When Romulus found out Andre's game, kicking and screaming was exactly what he started doing. And it mattered even less this time than it had when he was five.

“Cry all you want to,” Andre snarled. “Now that I have these,” he shook the bracelets on Rome’s wrists—now reminding him unsettlingly of cuffs—as they were worn, matching, one on each arm— “we’re stuck together. Nor God nor man can tear us asunder. Isn’t that a cozy thought?”

Please, please, leave Mother and Father out of this. They haven't done anything to you. Romulus was way past fighting now, well past threatening, past bartering, even, and he was dangerously close to being past begging, too, only he wasn’t sure what, if anything, lay beyond begging. A weak idea struck him: You’ll be caught, you know. They’ll find you. My folks are rich, they’ll have you hunted down. Plus, with the security systems, all the cameras, it'd be safer for you…

“Oh, really? Thanks for the advance warning. Knew you’d warm up to our arrangement.”

Whatever there was that existed past the begging stage, Romulus now found himself about four stages below that.

“Now, my boy, listen well: I have so much yet to share with you…”

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43Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:38

In the meantime Elenna and Rawson arrived in the little town in which her motel was.

Elenna swallowed hard.

Okay I have to concentrate, who cares if Andre possesses someone’s brother. I know what I have to do. I have to find Andre and get him out of Rome’s, I mean the host body. It is just a job, nothing else. And that is what I want to do, right save people.

Elenna straighten her back and became the confident hunter Elenna again. The one she always was, no emotions, no bonds to anyone, the tough fighter.

“I don’t know what you think Rawson, but hunting is not really a money making job. So I guess what you call a decent one and what I call a decent motel are two totally different things. It is not much, but I have there everything to find the demon. And yes demons have names. The one that possesses your brother is called Andre. Hey I have a way to find Andre easy and fast, I just need something from Rome. I can librate him with a pure rock crystal, a map of US and the right spell.”

Elenna drove on the parking lot of her motel, the cheapest one in town and maybe in the state, while she asked Rawson.

“Do we work as a team to help your brother or are you doing your business and I do mine, which will be to exorcism the demon that possess your brother? I just wanna help, that is all. After I freed your brother from the possession you never have to see me again. I think because you do know your brother it would make things easier. Andre is pissed off; he wanted to kill you out there. I even promise that I don’t talk so much normally.”

She looked determined at Rawson when she turned off the Mustang.

I guess it could be handy to have this time a partner in this job, one which knows at least how to defend himself. And one other thing about Rawson his nice, he takes me at least a little serious and not just stares on my boobs.


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44Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:39

Pure rock crystal and spell? Rawson mouthed the words, shaking his head slightly in confusion.

And as he looked at the hotel- er, motel- whatever good humor he had started to leave him. Rooms with single doors to the parking lot, tattered curtains that pointed out which rooms were occupied, chipped paint and broken down looking cars filled his view. In his mind, the threat of danger here was definitely escalating. Without thought, his hands moved to be closer to his blades.

"Define something from him- are you talking his old knife that I carry, or something more valuable to him? Hell, Rome 'n I've shared blood enough times maybe I count. As for working together-" Rawson grimaced slightly. Teamwork that didn't mean him and Rome was not a particularly appealing though. "Well, I guess we'll see what you find. I can't promise I'm gonna stick around, though."

Elenna unlocked the door and they walked into her place. Rawson looked like he'd never seen such a thing.

"Um, yeah." He glanced around the room and up at the ceiling, poking at the curtains, the flickering lamp, and the mattress on the bed Elenna hadn't been using.

Gross.

"Alright, if you get a trail and we're sticking together while we find him, this is a definite no go. I mean, I'm sorry, but this doesn't exactly scream protection to me. Maybe the mineral lines you've drawn around the edges of the room keep out ghosts and ghouls, or whatever, but there's a good chance people with guns will be quite happy to shoot if they come across me. My job tends to involve lots of powerful men and women who control lots of people with semi-automatics. So if I end up tracking Rome down with you, you provide the info and I'll provide the places to stay, if that's fair. The idea of getting shot before we reach Rome isn't particularly appealing."

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45Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:40

Elenna looked curios at Rawson.

What kind of job does he have? She was slightly shaking her. I guess the type of job where it is better for me not to know what he is doing.

“I think you aren’t staying normally in that kind of establishment. You know this one is not bad, at least here are no bedbugs and the bathroom is not so badly molded that I am worried to go in. But if you insist we can stay in other hotels, but I insist on some of my ways to protect us!”

Elenna was smiling at Rawson, when she suddenly looked away and jump behind the bed.

“Wait a second; I know blood is not the right thing for the spell. But the knife, I am not sure.” Elenna sat down on the floor next to the bed. Rawson walked around the bed to see what hadn’t notice yet; the pile of books on the other side of the bed. The books looked old but not all were in English, some in Latin and also some in German.

“Sit down this my take a moment. There are different versions of this location ritual and I have to find the one that really works. I think in the fridge is still some beer.”

“Forschlaich und der Zahn eines Werwolfes. No that wasn’t the one that worked.” Elenna was mumbling to herself.

“I found it. Yeah I was right your blood doesn’t count, but the knife was is special to your brother? Because the object needs to be from personal value...” Elenna stopped looking excited at Rawson. “It works the best way, when the object is unaffordable with money. YOU are the object. I mean you and your brother how was your relationship, how close have you been before the possession? Hold on, I have somewhere the map…” Elenna was searching for the map on the table and not even waiting for Rawson answer.

“Here take the crystal. And here is the map. Okay no you have to think really hard how Roma felt about you and I read out the spell. Don’t move your arm.”

Elenna got always so excited when she got one of her weird plans. In the book it’s not saying that a human can be the object. She was so excited that she was blushing.

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46Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:41

She's blushing. This is rather awkward. At least she doesn't expect me to go into the particulars of Rome and myself with her. Er, that sounds wrong. I just mean my personal life is none of her business. That still sounds wrong. Wait, why the hell am I trying to justify myself to myself? I know exactly what I mean. Yeah.

Rawson just observed as she started blushing and grabbing things excitedly like a crazy person. Maybe his first assessment of her as Really Weird Chick wasn't completely off. She did alright in a semi-distanced combat situation using a high powered weapon (alright, interesting dance with words to describe the car water gun thing, but hey, if it works), but she seemed to be alternating between a girl-child and a so called 'hunter' persona she had. He wasn't sure if this spell thing fell under hunter, or a third personality.

"I suppose so. Can you please let me know me first if this is going to have no negative repercussions on myself? And if you're sure it can locate my brother, then by all means, please proceed."

Rawson changed his stance slightly, going into a combat ready position. Not that he planned to fight Elenna, but he had no idea what was about to happen. His last interaction with the supernatural hadn't been the most comfortable for him. Rawson sighed. He'd do anything to help Rome, though. Alright. Here we go.

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47Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:41

“What? Oh yeah I am pretty sure this will find the location of your brother. I don’t think it has any negative repercussions on you. Well I guess. But I am pretty sure. I did this before, well not in that way as a human as object, but you gonna be fine. I mean you are a big tough boy. So relax and concentrate. And no talking.”

Elenna scattered some salt over Rawson’s hand, the crystal and the map when she started in a singsong voice.

“Feuer, Wind, Wasser und Erde ich beschwöre euch, helft uns hier und jetzt. Offenbart uns den Ort den wir suchen. Wir bitten um eure Hilfe, bei allem was er ihm bedeutet.“

The crystal was free swinging until it pulled Rawson hand down to land on Seattle, Washington in the top left corner of the continental US.

“Huh, Seattle. ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ plays in Seattle and well that’s it I know about it. I have no idea what Andre wants in Seattle. Any suggestions why Seattle?”

Elenna looked up from the map.


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48Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:41

Rawson was rather impressed with Elenna's accurate pronunciation of the German spell. While it probably had to be pronounced pretty well to work, her accent made him question if perhaps she had lived in Germany for a time. At the very least, he wouldn't be surprised if she was fluent. In fact, he'd be more surprised to find out she wasn't fluent.

He froze as the crystal actually pulled away from the map's center, defying gravity and pointing straight to his hometown. His eyes widened.

Oh gods. Frack. Mom and Dad. Uncle Blake and Holly, even Benny was there. Vor was off studying in Boston or somewhere on the East coast, but most of the family would still be there. Romie, you've got to stop this, if it's what I think it is. Romulus, come on Bro, you've got to fight it.

"That's where we live." His voice sounded rough, as though he'd just done several consecutive shots of cask strength Scotch.

Alright, so much for having a little time to do my own research and figure this out. Frack!

"Looks like we're working together on this one Miss Elenna. How fast can you be packed and out of here? I just want to take care of the arm, but that'll only take a few minutes."

Rawson undid the quick binding he'd put on his arm in the car, and after pouring alcohol (good for drinking and for cleansing) pulled a hospital needle and some thread out to start stitching it up efficiently.

We were almost happy less than a year ago. How did we get to this? And I still don't know if I trust her, odd little thing that she is. Hmph, at least she has a nice appreciation for cars. I can't even warn my... wait. Vor and Benny. Give them a heads up and see what they can do. That should work, for a start. Demons. Gods. Romie, dearest, how the Hell do you get yourself into these things?

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49Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:42


“Um, give me 5 minutes maybe 10. I’m sorry.”

Damn it I knew it, this whole stories gets a turn I really don’t like. How mean would it be to call another hunter ask him to cover this job and drive as fast as I can in the other direction? S*** I can’t do this I never run away, I won’t start it now. Hey I can be happy he is coming with me and I guess he knows exactly where Andre is going. I just hope it will everything be alright. I am so not good with families.

She was putting all her precious book in the big bag. Her clothes were still packed and she didn’t unpack anything else. First she brought her laptop and her bag with clothes to the car. Then she managed to drag the bag with the books in the car. Elenna sighed when she got back inside. So now I will help him to rescue all the things I lost great, can’t wait to help.

“Rawson? It’s gonna be okay, you will see. We will save you brother and your family. I promise.”

She looked at the fresh stitches at his arm. They didn’t look bad, a little bit as if he had done this before.

“Let me help you with the bandage.”

She went slowly over to Rawson to help with the bandage and a little bit to take a closer look at him, to see how he is handling the whole situation. But she wasn’t sure what to expect from her new hunting partner. He was grumpy, an amateur and just the kind of guy she normally stays away from. They just mean trouble.

Let’s hope he behaves.


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50Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:42

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Romulus had naïvely thought that the heinous crimes Andre made him commit—and was still making him commit, as he counted down the hours driving at a reckless speed towards Seattle and the Remington mansion—would give him incurable nightmares for the rest of his miserable life. He was soon to discover that the ramblings of a demon were far more horrific than any physical expression of evil in this mortal coil. Unable to stop his ears or focus his mind elsewhere, Romulus felt himself slowly going mad, especially as the realization sunk in that he was never ever going to escape from this.

He learned of this demon’s plan for the world. He learned his diabolical speculations of what other demons were plotting. He learned of the existence of vampires and werewolves, of ghosts and ghouls, how they ravaged mankind as wolves ravaged blind sheep.

He learned about hell. This was a favorite topic of Andre’s, as he seemed to enjoy the place, more even than he liked feeling Rome squirm in agony just listening to his talk.

Twelve hours is not a long time in the scheme of things. But it was more than long enough for what was left of Romulus to break up into a thousand tiny pieces.

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51Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:43

Rawson was just about ready to kill something. Or rather, someone. And he had only been in the car for half an hour. He never imagined he could be distracted from his thoughts about saving his brother, and his wait to hear back from Vor or Ben if they found anything, but apparently a cascade of small annoyances can distract the mind from just about anything.

For the first fifteen minutes, the radio played the entire time. And he never heard a full song. Apparently, Elenna was a channel clicker. In this case a radio scanner. The she finally found a string of songs she liked. The key word being she. It wasn't that Raws was insecure about his masculinity, he just sort of shared the blanket male hatred of being bombarded with constant Kelly Clarkson and Avril Lavigne and Brittany Spears and... well, the list would grow, he was sure. Rawson shuddered. He'd take ACDC or Bon Jovi or Jimmy Buffet or even a good country singer over this... whatever this was. He wasn't quite sure her song interests should actually be called music.

Then there was Nick. Apparently, Nick was pretty much the coolest guy ever. Sexy, fun, trustworthy, caring, etc. To be honest, Raws was a bit embarrassed that it took him a good five minutes to realize that he was currently sitting in Nick. He was one for a good car, make no mistake. In fact, he had it on good authority (the resulting prank war) that the only reason his parents hadn't bought Rome the Bugatti Veyron he'd asked for, is that they realized they would have to buy Raws one to. He grinned slightly. They probably didn't want to have to deal with his calculated, but speed demon type urges.

Speaking of speed demons. They were finally along the coast and heading north, with the ocean to their left, casually following the roads curves.

"Um, Elenna?" Rawson asked tentatively. He still wasn't quite sure what to think of her. She alternated between acting like a child, a semi-normal human, and a 'hunter'. And for some reason no matter what the persona, she seemed to think he was a blundering idiot. Honestly. He might not share her knowledge of supernatural lore, but her was one of the higher paid mercs in the area. And in hand to hand combat, he was certain he could take her. But she thought he needed help with a couple stitches or securing a bandage? They'd have to deal with this before they reached home.

Home. Hopefully Ben was taking care of things. But that didn't ease the sick feeling he had when he thought about the tall pillars and large porch running along the front facade of the house. The beautiful cliffs he had convinced Rome to scramble along with him as children. The ivy climbing up the garden wall and the turtles that liked to sunbathe on rocks in the stream. It was a good memory. A safe place. But somehow he felt that already that memory had been violated. Rome.

"Elenna?" She looked over. "Um, now that we're out of town, there aren't exactly that many cops that patrol this area. Is there any chance you can drive more like you did last night and less like you are right now?" Kind of blunt, but after the amazing action of last night's escape, today felt like a Sunday morning drive sightseeing. And Rome already had a lead on them. One that was quickly growing. Frack.

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52Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:43

Elenna looked at Rawson innocently. Of course she knew how much he hated the music she was playing since they got in the car. But she really needed him suffer a little. She tries to be friendly offered him to help with the bandage, he just snaps at her. She changed her mind; he doesn’t take her in any way serious. The only thing he was serious about is to let her feel as if she was a stupid little girl.

There are two that can play this game.

She just looked at him, while she put a CD in the radio. In the pink display light of the radio Rawson could read the title of the CD “Long journey’s”, it didn’t reveal anything of the music on it. Elenna had actually bit her lip no to start laughing over Rawson worried face.

Oh yes he does hate the music, and if I wouldn’t be the one driving he would have killed me for my taste of music instantly.

The music started and Rawson did shiver by the first song.

Baby girl, close your eyes.
You don’t know the strength you have inside
if I could I'd shelter you from all the pain that we all must go through
but it’s up to you....


Elenna just couldn’t resist and waiting to answer him actually 3 minutes and 28 seconds.

“That is ‘Always there in you’ from the Valli Girls, just in case you wanna know it. Oh I know here are not that many cops.”

The song was over and it was so clear that Raws did fight against the wish to smash the radio so that is shuts up, until the little shock appeared on his face.

Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose...


“I love this song! I wasn’t so sure if I can drive faster you look a little sick. I don’t want that you puke in the car or at all. But when you insist...” Elenna pushed the gas to speed the Mustang up. “I would nothing more enjoy to let him fly.”

Elenna did enjoy much more than just the speeding with her car. It is a while ago she enjoyed teasing someone and just the fact that someone else was in the car. She looked amused to Rawson, when she suddenly freak out.

“What the hell is that? I told you not to ruin the seats and now there is blood on them. A huge spot, do you know how hard it is to clean the leather from the blood. You friggin idiot! I told you!”

Elenna wasn’t paying any attention to the street anymore, which would be better by the speed she drove. She started to drift to the left side of the road, while she tried to touch the bloody spot on the seat next to Raws.

I hate him, oh yes I do and if is friggin brother would be possessed by the demon I hunt I would kick is ass out of my car and I would bother to stop for it! Oh I hate him!


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53Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:44

Rawson stopped moving. His breathing slowed to the point where it was almost unnoticeable and couldn't have been heard even if they were standing indoors instead of driving up the coast. He felt himself settling into fight mode. Preparing for violence, even though he didn't expect it. Purging every emotion so that he wouldn't do something that could prevent him from getting to his brother in time. Not that ACDC would ever bother him, but in this situation he certainly wouldn't be enjoying it. She was playing games she really shouldn't be playing.

He looked down, at the place the ranting girl was pointing to. The stain wasn't quite the right color for blood. In fact, if he wasn't mistaken...

Rawson dragged his finger through the coagulated mess, and stuck it in his mouth. It garnered a reaction. But that was beside the point. "Chocolate. Nestle chocolate. Probably from a crunch bar, judging by the various spots. I can guarantee you that after a night of fighting I certainly wouldn't be carrying a half-eaten chocolate bar in your car."

Issues one and two resolved. We have more speed, and she looks surprised enough that she's not focusing on being totally Alia-post-possession on me. Ten hours at this speed. One more fight, and I can replace this with Rome. My Rome- the unpossessed one.

Rawson's phone beeped that he had a text, and he grabbed it out, turning slightly toward his window. She couldn't have read it anyway, but it paid to be cautious.

You sure known how to get yourself in trouble Rawsie. Working on the info you wanted, but I can already tell you you won't like it. What the frak happened to you two? Get back to you in a little while. Please be safe, and get Rome home safe. Love you.

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Elenna looked from the chocolate stain to Rawson and back to the chocolate.

“That was gross. What if it had been blood?”

What the hell is wrong, I am actually looking to find with Rawson. He is well I guess a nice guy and I am really trying to piss him off.

She looked back at him, while he read the message.

“Anything important?”

He won’t answer anyway. Why do I even ask? He will disappear as soon his brother is safe and then I am alone again. Damn job, I wish it could be the other way around. That we are on our way to safe my brother, not his. I can’t believe it I am really jealous. But Raws is right; sometimes it is better to deal with someone dead then to see him suffer. Okay I even you don’t hear the promise, but well I do promise to be a good girl and play with the team and not against it. Even though I am green with envy.

“Sorry. I, I think I knew that was chocolate. I am sorry for the music and I am sorry I drove on purpose slowly. I didn’t mean to make you angry. I am not used to company and it is just a little irritating. You seem different then the guys I meet, well most of them are hunter and think they are the best. Well I guess I think you should know when I start to trust people I do talk a lot. I mean look at me I talk with my car as if it is a real person. Well he is the most important value in my life. He reminds me of ... well of someone. Anyway, I am sorry. Um, you wanna pick the music we listen to? Here are some CD’s I have or we turn the radio off, I don’t care. Just don’t be mad at me and remember I am driving so wait with you plan to kill me until we stop.”

Elenna was stroking in a little movement the steering wheel of the Mustang.

Sorry Nick, I don’t know why I always become such a bitch when your death anniversary is. I do try to be the way you always taught me, but you never told me how to be a hunter. Life was different back at these days.

“So how is your family? Do you have just one brother or other siblings as well? Is there a girlfriend somewhere? What are you doing for living? Where did you learn to fight?”

Elenna tried to smile even though it was not easy for her to ask all those questions, she was sure if she really wanted to hear stories about happy families. And also what she will do when Rawson starts to ask questions. She forced the Mustang to go a little faster, just to hear the sound she was used to on journeys like this. The roaring of her precious friend.


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55Pilot - Page 2 Empty Re: Pilot on 5th November 2011, 11:45

"It wasn't quite the right color or consistency for blood, and I had a pretty good guess as to what it was beforehand." Alright Rawson, let's try playing nice in kind and maybe we'll both survive this and still be ready for the fight in several hours. "It's not like I'm a D12 in taste and lick everything around me to get information."

He thought about her next question. "Anything you like outside of pop and girly crap's fine by me. Classic rock, classical, country, heavy metal, opera, musicals... pretty much anything goes. If it has a good beat or decent lyrics, it's fine."

Kill her? If I was planning to kill her, she wouldn't know about it in advance. And am I seriously that frightening? I mean, Rome's never scared of me. Well, maybe that time when he put purple die in my hair. But that was completely reasonable rage on my part. Huh.

"Wasn't planning to kill you. I'm better at it than that." He couldn't resist adding the last, even if it probably wasn't the smartest thing to inform someone of. "And I do pretty much whatever for someone who pays me enough. Bodyguard, test security systems, move s***- that's the job I was coming from when the demon found me. Anyway, deal with people in the trade and get paid highly for my skills about covers it. Keep things down low and hold secrets." Hopefully that was informative while still being fairly vague. His employers appreciated his discretion, and that included not telling random girls exactly what he did for a living.

"One twin, two parents, and then of course there's the inheriting side of the family. Grandpa Robert II, Uncle Robbie III and Aunt Ash, Uncle Blake, and cousins Holly, Vor and Ben. There's a few other offshoots of the family, but they're the main group. Oh, and the latter's nanny, Miss Jiyun." His eyes grew a bit harder. "And you won't be using anything you know about Rome or I against any of them."

Rome would probably inform me that that wasn't very nice to say. Dammit. I hate this polite conversation crap. Never know how much to tell, and hate telling people anything. Not really there business, is it? But I don't really want to stop and get another car now that we're going pretty fast. Besides, with Andre's strength, I could use an extra pair of hands. I wish Vor'd get back to me. How long's it been? Three and a half minutes. Come on!

"What about you? Family? Is there a job apart from Hunting? And do you know how to fight without heavy weaponry? Oh, to answer your question about fighting, here and there. Picked a lot up over a lot of years. But yeah."

He fell silent, offering her a chance to respond.

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