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[Blindwolfe]

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Kelly woke early this time. Something wasn't right. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew something was definitely not normal or right. She went out and over to the the tavern and then the game cube. Everything seemed to be alright.

Then the hairs stood on the back of her neck as she neared the steps to her home. She drew her leafblade and pulled her shield up in time to catch the gleaming blade solidly. Sparks flew as Kelly stood her ground and blocked several more blows before switching the small blade for her preferred Grave Digger. Before the attacker knew what hit him, she had his sword flung out and landing ten good strides behind him in the grass.

He stood tall and proud, eyes narrowed upon the undead heathen. "Well....what are you waiting for?!" He yelled at her between heavy breaths.

Kelly hooked her pickaxe over her shoulder casually and shook her head. "No."

"What do you mean...No?!" He backed slowly toward his blade.

"You do not know me very well." She grinned as she saw him moving toward his blade.

"Nor do I care to know you. You are a blight upon this land. An abomination needing removed!" He took several more steps.

"Nothing I haven't heard in my twelve hundred plus years before. So tell me something. " She casually stepped with him, moving lazily sideways. "Who sent you? And how did you find my home?"

He narrowed his gaze to her. "Anyone can track a snake through grass. Setite!" He tumbled back and grabbed his blade only to have it pinned against his chest by Kelly's shield, then finding himself pinned against a tree.

Kelly narrowed her gaze upon the blade that stuck out above the shield between them. She saw the runes and hieroglyphs and recognized them. She gave him a rough shove to the steps and removed the blade once more. This time, she went to pick it up as he was catching his breath.

"So. Horus, Osiris, Bast, or Isis. Who sent you?" She looked the blade over as he stood. "A blade not of this land. A blade of my homeland. Did you not think I would notice?" She carried the sword in one hand and her pickaxe now in the other as she walked toward him.

He watched her handle the blade with great ease. He had been assured it was blessed yet she was holding it. He cursed under his breath as he caught his breath and stood.
"Why should it matter to you who sent me? I failed." He watched her come up to him.

"Perhaps so." She opened the front doors with a simple thought and shoved him backwards inside, the doors slamming shut behind her. "However. You are here. Failed or not. You had a means to get into this land. " She picked him up roughly and dragged him upstairs, pulling him into the meeting room and dropping him onto his back on the stone table.

"Why should I tell you?" He barked out at her.

"So I can send you back." she grinned baring her fangs to him. "With a little message."

All his years of training, all his mental barriers melted away at the sight of those fangs. How many paladins had she killed? How many victims had she claimed in over a thousand years? His hands shook as he scrambled to get off the table, reaching for his Holy Symbol. The Eye of Horus.

Kelly sneered as she put away her weapon and tucked his blade under the table. She chased after him as she saw him reach under his breastplate.

The scream of pain echoed throughout the house and around it.

Kelly stood by the door on the opposite side of the table now from the Paladin. Her eyes trained on the holy symbol of Horus, eternal enemy of Set. She pulled the glove off her hand with a growl and looked at it. "I hope you are happy now. Not that often I get a good branding." She tossed the glove down and pulled the other off. Flexing her hands as she glared at this Holy Warrior in her lair. "Horus failed to tell you about one little thing."

"Whats that?" He grinned at seeing her pain. He held the symbol firm before him.

"Never fight a vampire in their lair. They are strongest there. " She held out her left hand.

The Paladin of Horus stood fast in the corner. "Stay your hand fiend. "

Kelly grinned and stepped toward him around the table. "I know that Horus has power as does Isis. But so does Set. And so do I. " She stepped up onto the table. "I am Kelly Darkhaven. Ancient Holy Warrior to Set, God of the Night, God of Desert Storms, God of Undeath, God of Secrets. " She bowed with her hands together to the Paladin. As she did, the room darkened.
"Welcome to my home. Paladin of Horus....Paladin of Light."

The screams of agony and terror mixed with hisses and howls both male and female, were carried upon the winds for miles around throughout the night.

[Blindwolfe]

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Kelly emerged from her crypt and went inside the house. She grinned as she made her way to her lab, knowing she held a guest there.

She approached the bound man, who lay in the center of the bloody pentagram in nothing but a tunic.
"Are we awake?" She purred.

He looked at her with hatred and said nothing.

"Ahh. Still sore over our little engagement are we? Don't worry. I am sure your god will forgive your failure. " She spoke in sarcasm as she walked around him.

"Just kill me and be done fiend!" He yelled at her. His body went tense in the binds.

She smiled at seeing his rage. "Always noble to the very end. A shame I can't convince you to join us in the darkness. It's much less stressful you know."

He pulled against the binds again, this time they gave way. He scrambled to his feet, wincing in pain as his muscles had been taught for hours. He backed out of the pentagram as fast as he could.

Kelly turned to him, and sat in the bone throne. "Choose wisely your next moves. They could be the last ones you make."

"Rot in Hell with Set!" He charged at Kelly only to find himself knocked back into the wall across the room.

Kelly raised both her feet and caught him solid in the chest, using her supernatural strength to push him off. She shook her head as the wind was crushed from his lungs on impact with the wall. She stood up and walked over to him.

"Told you. Now. How did you get sent here?" She stood looking down at him as he heaved and coughed.

"Isis....same...way....you...came." He spoke between pained breaths. "One...way.....no.....return"

Kelly grabbed him up by the hair and pressed him into the wall so he stood eye to eye to her. "Pity. I guess I wont send that message after all, if its one way."

She dropped him and went over to one of the stone tables. She gathered up a bunch of items and clothing, put them into a pack, then fastened his suit of armor around it with his blade sheathed amongst it as if it were a wooden pole. She then unceremoniously shoved the package into the Paladin's chest and shoved him down the steps. She followed him down and the doors opened. She escorted him outside, summoned her mare Raven and drapped him over her back and then mounted up behind him.

The Paladin was too weak to fight back, the wind knocked from him yet again and his chest was screaming in pain, not counting the other bruises he had all over.

Kelly rode to the moongate and spoke the word Luna. Once in the city of Light, she rode south outside the walled city all the way to the other end of the white bridge. She then dropped him off and kicked him in the ass to get him walking. Of course he stumbled but looked at her a bit baffled.

"Go down the road South. You will find an Inn called Hanse's Hostel. It suits your...type...." She wheeled the mare around,

"Wh...wait...wha...what...type?" He stammered.

Kelly smirked and looked back over her shoulder to him. "Paladins. Holy Men. Sanctans....Lightbringers." She kicked her little horse into a gallop and was fast out of sight, leaving the beaten but otherwise intact Paladin alone.

He began the pained slow walk south along the road. As he walked, his hatred rekindled for that undead heathen and the torment she put him through. Yet not once did she lift a blade to him. He cracked a small smile at that thought.