Gone Away ;; OPEN

[Sali Idlayel]

There was only one more thing that is more dangerous than being a Death Dealer. Being a Death Dealer and going off grid, and not just off grid in the same state, going off grid and leaving the state. Sali had decided she needed a break from the busy life of New York and had decided to go where most people would be shocked to go. The northern forests of Detroit held her solace, the silence she so craved from the outside world. The only sounds were the chirps of the birds, the rustling of a ground animal and a few deer running about. There was no greater place to escape than here, the only thing keeping her attached was her cellphone....that still got service amazingly.

Survival for her was easy. She had found herself a cabin to sleep in, a bed to rest on and a blanket to keep herself a little normal looking in case of someone happening upon her. Sali ate a passing hiker or biker every so often and making it look like they had an accident. She stayed in the cabin she happened upon after making sure no one was around to see her and she kept a fire going so people would think she was a human. The shelves were stocked with food taht she did, in fact, eat since she did like some human food. It didn't do anything for her since it really didn't do much in her system but she enjoyed the taste. It was cold outside so if a hiker came along and needed some warmth, she wouldn't mind letting them in but they couldn't stay...that was for sure.

The air outside was as cold as it could be, with nights dropping into the negatives and the days barely breaking the teens. Humans were stupid coming out here when it was so cold and there was Sali, standing atop a hill in a clearing with a corset and jeans on. The temperature didn't affect her at all, she was lucky to be a vampire since weather didn't bother them. Sun was the only thing that could negatively impact them and despite that fact, Sali was standing staring at the sun as it began it's setting on the horizon.She loved sunset and sunrise, watched them everyday when she was out here from a protected spot. In the morning she stood outside her cabin and at sunset, she stood in the shadows with the rest of the nocturnal animals. Sali could only smirk at her thoughts of being so nocturnal anymore, with her sadistic tendencies of ripping people apart like an animal.

Oh the life of a vampire. Taking a deep breath of the frozen air, she let it out slowly and was surprised to see the vapor form. There was nothing inside of her to warm the air, she was dead and cold. Obviously she was warmer inside than it was outside. Shaking her head with a soft smirk, Sali began to slowly make her way back towards the cabin to just chill out for the night and make herself at home.

[Ivan Jones]

Ivan needed to get away from New York. From...everything. He was heading South, heading to where everything made sense in his head. It was the South where Ivan was born, and where Thomas died. It was South where he'd rediscovered himself...

Ivan took as he pulled to a stop in the Northern forests of Detroit. He shoved the keys into his pocket and stepped out of the car. It was night, but as far as he was concerned, it was the perfect time for a refreshing stroll. Checking his holster, he headed on the path through the woods.

Ivan didn't know how long he walked before he stumbled across a cabin. It looked inhabited by someone, so he didn't linger too long. He walked past it and continued on the pathway, his mind roaming as he struggled to come to terms with something very key and personal: his brother was a f*cking vampire, but not only that, he was a vampire responsible for the most grisliest of deaths the Unit had come across.

His brother.

His late brother.

Ivan found a log not far from the cabin and sunk down onto it, holding his head in his hands and wincing. Much like Thomas had died, so had his brother. Ivan absolutely had to accept this if he was to defeat Jack Sullivan and end the cruel cycle of pain and suffering the monster brought with him.

Ivan exhaled louder than he meant to and sat back against the log, finding a spark of pleasure when his back hit a tree. Okay...This is good. This is nice. Despite the unfortunate reasons for his need to clear his mind, the natural beauty of the forest was very easing on the soul.

The earthy smell made his nose tingle and his inner beast want to roar to life and roam the woods. His teeth ached to sink into innocent flesh and feast from a hunt, a fresh kill. Hell, his skin was even tingling and he detected just a hint of lust arousing within himself as his eyes scanned the darkness.

The forest was a wonderful place to be. Ivan glanced toward the cabin and made a mental note- once he retired, he was becoming a hermit with a cabin.

[Sali Idlayel]

The city had been so hectic as of late that Sali was becoming greatly tired of it. She couldn't handle the stress that came with this war that Jack was waging on the Unit and werewolves. When Sali had broken the horrible truth to Jack that he had another brother, and that brother was a werewolf, she felt lucky he didn't rip her to shreds right there. Jack Sullivan was a very scary man when he wanted to be simply because he had so much anger inside of him that he could turn it into a great tool for himself. He did, most days, leaving his trail of death and destruction behind him.

That was the exact reason why Sali had left to quickly without word or anything. Maybe, just maybe, she'd get the peace she wanted. The last time she had true peace in her life was when she escaped to the hills of Ireland, to the wild and untouched parts of Ireland that were now inhabited. Those days, it was just her and only her surviving for close to a couple hundred years. Then they came for her. Came for the rogue vampire and she ran away to the states. So far, she was getting that peace out here with no one really to bother her.

Her cabin was quaint and perfect. Well, it really wasn't her cabin but she had taken it over since no one else had. It was just at the top of the hill that she was climbing, her eyes resting on the smoke billowing out of the chimney, the wood on the porch. Damn, she could fool a saint. Smiling a bit as she stepped up onto the porch, a familiar scent caught her attention and her hair stood on end. Sali swallowed as she turned to look at the werewolf lounging upon a log a bit down the hill with his back against the tree. Her eyes narrowed as she began her slow decent towards him as she tried to figure out who he was. Maybe if she faked hospitality, she would discover who he was. Taking a deep breath, Sali came up from his left side and made enough noise for him to hear her. "Well hello there," she gave a gentle, almost motherly smile as she crouched down in front of him. "It's a bit cold out here, would you like to come inside in the heat? I mean, it's not very warm in there but...for a werewolf it might help you relax a bit." She winked.

Sali honestly had no issues with the werewolves as long as they left her alone and weren't breeding with humans. It didn't bother her that they killed vampires, as long as the vampires deserve it. "I know we're supposed to be at war with one another but....that's why I came here. Because I don't give a royal ass about the war between wolves and vampires like me. It wasn't like this when I was first turned..." She sighed and stood up, not really towering over Ivan as he sat there since she was so petite and tiny herself. "Please...I really do not mean harm to you. Just...please come inside. I've smelled some unfriendly people in the area...might be wise to not encounter them." Ah, hospitality at its finest. Hopefully Ivan wouldn't kill her.

[Ivan Jones]

His breathing remained even as he began to relax against the log. He was determined to take in the scenery and smells- to eliminate the personal war waging within his own d*mn mind. Ivan's ears pricked as the sound of twigs snapping and leaves rustling jostled his thoughts. He shifted slightly to locate the intruder, but only spotted a small silhouette making its way towards him. "Please...I really do not mean harm to you. Just...please come inside. I've smelled some unfriendly people in the area...might be wise to not encounter them."

He sniffed the air, hoping to identify the person approaching. He couldn't until she- a rather radiant looking young woman- was within a few feet of him. A vampire. One that looked vaguely familiar but, since he'd been caught up within his own work, escaped his memory. It must have been someone or something about her he'd seen or read in passing.

Ivan didn't concern himself too long with trying to identify why he recognized her face. He did. Either she was older and they'd crossed paths...or there was a worse reason. A brief flicker of a grave frown passed his face as he considered the consequences for his lack of consideration of the other teams within the Unit, but he let it pass. Tonight was not the night to stress over so many details of work.

He had to absolutely relax.

"Well hello there." The woman greeted as she, to Ivan's surprise, crouched before him. Baffled with the submissive gesture, he looked around as if in disbelief before nodding his head in response. "Greetings," he said after clearing his throat. It sounded so gravelly and...tired. He sounded tired.

"It's a bit cold out here, would you like to come inside in the heat? I mean, it's not very warm in there but...for a werewolf it might help you relax a bit." His head tilted to the side and he felt a grin tug on his face. It felt nice. "It must be nice not...if you don't mind my saying this, having a body temperature to regulate." He lifted himself off the log. "I wasn't staying long, if my presence is bothering you I can return to my car..."

Ivan listened as she elaborated on why she'd extended an invitation and felt bad for declining. "I know we're supposed to be at war with one another but....that's why I came here. Because I don't give a royal ass about the war between wolves and vampires like me. It wasn't like this when I was first turned... "Please...I really do not mean harm to you. Just...please come inside. I've smelled some unfriendly people in the area...might be wise to not encounter them."

He hesitated then nodded slowly. "I suppose I can step in for a few moments. I've never followed that vampire verses werewolf myth either- my own kind fights itself enough as it is, I don't need a vampire to fight with too." He smiled at his own joke but didn't laugh. "It must be nice living here in the woods...It's good to get out of the city from time to time. When I retire...I think I want something like this. And a beard....I'm going to become a hermit." He grinned again at Sali and then extended his hand. "What's your name, madam?"

[Sali Idlayel]

It made Sali a bit nervous to be talking to a werewolf but at the same time, it was nice to see they were normal. She knew who Ivan was, knew who his brother was and knew the shit going on between them. It was a bad situation going on back in the cities, especially New York where Jack was planning this all out war. As much as Sali loved Jack, she wasn't sure she was ready to die for a simple cause like that. More like stupid cause in her mind. Werewolves had never caused issues with her here in the states, they had in Ireland when she roamed their lands but that was to be expected.

At least he said hello back and didn't rip her face off. It made her smile some as she crouched before him in one of the most vulnerable positions that one could take. She was low to the ground, easy to knock over but she was tough to kill. That was her job. She was built and trained to kill everyone else from any position and any situation. When he denied her offer she could only smile and give a soft nod. "I understand, it's ok. No, you're not bothering me at all, I promise. I was coming back from watching the sunset and saw you. Thought you were a lost traveler until I smelled ya," she winked with a soft giggle, allowing her Irish brogue to break through her speech.

She scoffed at his mention of the myth that was becoming a reality, shaking her head. Sali hated fights like the one brewing, she loved the thrill of a fight but hated the results. "I wish it were a myth with the way things are going at this point," she sighed and stood up straight. Ivan towered over her even as she stood up straight at her tallest point, but she knew she could take him if it came to it. As they walked up the hill towards the cabin, she giggled at his mention of not having to regulate her temperature even though it was a little late. Yeah, that was definitely nice. "Mmm, I wish I lived out here. Makes me miss me home in Ireland. Well, before I moved to England to live with Aristocrats and my idiotic father. I lived in the Victorian era of the English world, beautiful time but not for the vampires. Anyway..." she shook her head before listening to him.

Sali laughed as he spoke of a beard and everything, walking up onto the porch of the log cabin. "Become a mountain man, yeah?" She opened the door and walked in, smiling as she felt the actual warmth of the cabin. Now, although temperature didn't bother her, she could still feel it. As she sat down on one of the chairs, her eyes looked to him as he asked her name. Swallowing, she knew he'd instantly know who she was and she hoped he didn't try to kill her right there. "Well. You probably know me as Shadowwalker, which is what some of the Anomaly Unit idiots have named me because they've never been able to really catch me. Only once, and Johnny let me go. Salidavia Idlayel is my real name, but most people call me Sali. Well, those that know my real name," she nodded gently and brought her eyes up to look at him, praying he didn't come for her.

[Ivan Jones]

The woman vampire watched him as he spoke and, inwardly, he wished he were not seated. He felt exposed before her. These woods may have been to Ivan's liking but he was in no way able to outrun or out-sense a vampire in the dark. He was lucky the moon shone so brightly.

Ivan felt genuine surprise when she crouched before him. It was unlike vampires, at least the ones he knew, to go into a disadvantaged position. He licked his lips and took a breath, watching her silently as she spoke. "I understand, it's ok. No, you're not bothering me at all, I promise. I was coming back from watching the sunset and saw you. Thought you were a lost traveler until I smelled ya." The wink was curious, so he offered a slight smile and a nod in response. "Scents are rather traitorous, aren't they?"

At last he stood to enter the cozy looking cabin alongside the vampiress. ""I wish it were a myth with the way things are going at this point." He grunted in response- yes, the myth of mortal enemies was much preferred the to truth that was slowly budding. War was on his way with his brother leading the enemy lines. Vampires and werewolves and humans would soon clash and God only knows who would come out on top. God only knows what is going to be lost very soon.

Jack. That d*mnable fool. That fiend. Ivan's lips curled into a deep frown before he snapped his attention back to Sali, focusing on her words once more. "Mmm, I wish I lived out here. Makes me miss me home in Ireland. Well, before I moved to England to live with Aristocrats and my idiotic father. I lived in the Victorian era of the English world, beautiful time but not for the vampires. Anyway..."

Ivan could only nod at the statement. It was truly nice out here. It was peaceful, remote and filled with crisp scents begging to be enjoyed. He could get used to a life out here, away from the cities and the evils lurking within them. But evil would find a way out here, he supposed. It was hard, or maybe just hard for him, to escape reality when it came to these things. Ivan felt he was responsible for the human and nonhuman innocents, and it was his duty to eliminate Jack. Even if it meant his life.

Sali responded to his comment about living in the mountains and he smiled at her. She was a very nice woman, pleasant. All good things came to an end though he realized when he asked her name and she flinched. "Well. You probably know me as Shadowwalker, which is what some of the Anomaly Unit idiots have named me because they've never been able to really catch me." Uh oh. His smile froze in place as he fought the urge to frown...and failed. His smile fell as she went on to call not only him but the people he worked with idiots. She was the enemy? And he didn't have a weapon...

"Only once, and Johnny let me go. Salidavia Idlayel is my real name, but most people call me Sali. Well, those that know my real name." Ivan could only really stare at her in silent shock. She'd admitted so much to him in less than a minute- and worse- she didn't seem concerned about him. Who was she? He honestly had no idea, but the name did ring a bell.

She was a death dealer. Johnny had released her? Why? Ivan cleared his throat and remained standing. It took him a few moments to gather his thoughts and consider his words carefully. "Sali...huh." He paused again. "You speak to me about the Anomaly Unit and use names that most people would not be familiar- or at least too familiar- with. You know me?" He waved his hand after a moment. "Nevermind..."

Ivan's brows furrowed as he considered his location, his lack of weapon and the atmosphere around them. He was creating the uncertainty, not Sali. He took a breath and then took a seat, his hand going instantly to his forehead. "Sali...I came here to escape work." He met her eyes, looking tired. After a moment he extended his hand for a proper greeting.

"Sali...Uh..." He had to pause to test her name with his voice. "Salidavia? It's good to meet you," his tone was formal and business like. He was certain the'd probably see each other again. "I am Ivan Jones. Thank you for inviting me into your cabin." This was so unlike Ivan but considering the circumstances, Ivan was limited to what he could do. So he'd do what he could- mark the location, report it to Johnny when he got back and start keeping an eye and ear out of the vampire named Sali.

[Sali Idlayel]

After four hundred years you would think that Sali would know to keep her mouth shut and not reveal everything she could to someone. Well, she did, but for once she was putting her trust in someone in hopes she wouldn't be proved wrong. Yes, he was a werewolf, a shapreshifter, whatever you wished to call him and yes he was the enemy. Even further, he was an Anomaly Unit Wolf. Sali knew exactly who he was since she had seen his face before, had seen his work through friends and while being trapped inside of the AU with Johnny. But for now, she would keep her mouth shut about that since she didn't need a fight on her hands. Gosh, she was out here to avoid a fight and to avoid the shit happening in the cities across teh country. Damn Jack starting all of this useless shit.

His words caught her a bit off guard about the Anomaly Unit. Why shouldn't she know about the man named Johnny Walker? Why shouldn't she mention his name considering he was the go-to hunter of all things damned? Not that Sali would ask Ivan about it but it made her curious. As they made it into the warmth of hte cabin, she made herself some tea and offered it to him. "We vampires don't need it, but it's a treat none the less. Any food you would like? I'm all stocked up to fool the passing human." She nodded slowly, eyes watching him. He did seem mighty tired, work tired and run down from non-stop work. Something about this Ivan guy didn't seem bad, though, like most AU assholes. It seemed like he had a bit of a good side to him, well technically it was a bad side, and he wasn't going against his kind entirely.

Her gaze slowly worked its way up to his and she took his head. "I know who you are, Ivan Jones. I know you're a werewolf and I know who your brother is. I even know where you live, but I choose not to use that little bit of information." she leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms over her chest with a sigh. "I was friends with Jack for some time, before all of this craziness began. Before he had this idealistic vision of catastrophic war between humans, wolves and vampires. Before...before he went a bit crazy. I don't share his view on it all, never did. Not even when I was newly turned and living in Ireland again being chased down by the worst kinds of men. They could rival your modern rapists and murders, even rivaled the vikings as they raped and pillaged all across Europe."

She sighed and shook her head, playing with the string of her tea bag in a moment of brief thought. "I came here for the same reason, Ivan. I came to escape work, to escape what I do. I may be dead but I am most certainly not without a conscience. Each death I deal weighs heavy on my damned soul, weighs heavy on my dead mind and I do not wish for this meeting to make it back to the Anomaly Unit. I wish only to enjoy the company of a companion...even if he smells like a wet dog." She smirked at her comment and shook her head, nodding to the cup of tea she had set in front of him. "Back home, in Ireland when I was alive and married. Us women always said that if you drink the tea offered you in an Irish home, you are a friend and will always be welcomed into that home. And I stand by it today for I bring you on harm...I only bring you the kindness of a dead heart."

[Ivan Jones]

Ivan declined the offer for food with a polite wave of his hand. He was still beyond shocked at how this entire situation was turning out. Of course she'd be a vampire on the hot list. Of course. "I know who you are, Ivan Jones. I know you're a werewolf and I know who your brother is. I even know where you live, but I choose not to use that little bit of information."

Ivan sighed tiredly. "Salidavia..." He stopped for a moment to consider his words. "You must be an excellent spy for whomever it is you work for..." His ears perked at the mere mention of his brother. A stab of loss throbbed through his chest and his shoulders slumped more. "My brother..." he mumbled. "Jack is not...he's not my brother. Not anymore." Saying it aloud always seemed to hurt, but it was aching less and less the more he acknowledged it. Jack was not his brother. He never would be again. The lives each had known a century ago ended a century ago when Thomas had been lost in the civil war.

"I was friends with Jack for some time, before all of this craziness began. Before he had this idealistic vision of catastrophic war between humans, wolves and vampires." Ivan turned to watch the woman speak, making sure to remember her words at the mention of war. He'd known based on what information they had on Jack that there was a battle of epic proportions approaching but...war?

Ivan listened as Sali continued, "Before...before he went a bit crazy. I don't share his view on it all, never did. Not even when I was newly turned and living in Ireland again being chased down by the worst kinds of men. They could rival your modern rapists and murders, even rivaled the vikings as they raped and pillaged all across Europe."

Ivan nodded a bit and pursed his lips. "So Jack's army are the new vikings?" It was mostly a joke. Ivan was curious as to what this plot was she was somewhat mentioning. But then Sali addressed his comment about why he was on the other side of the country. Escaping work. "I came here for the same reason, Ivan. I came to escape work, to escape what I do." Ivan had to resist the urge to grunt and managed, but he definitely winced. What she did? Murder. Torture. Maim. Disgusting, horrible things that were meant to only exist in nightmares, not reality. She was as damned and evil as Jack was...and here he was, having tea! Ivan's hand went to his neck and rubbed as his nerves intensified. This was wrong. This was so wrong.

"I may be dead but I am most certainly not without a conscience. Each death I deal weighs heavy on my damned soul, weighs heavy on my dead mind and I do not wish for this meeting to make it back to the Anomaly Unit." Wish not granted. This was going back to the big guys. Directly to Johnny since his name popped up. Not that Ivan was going to say that.

"I wish only to enjoy the company of a companion...even if he smells like a wet dog." Ivan offered her a polite smile and a shrug. "Can't say you smell much better, Salidavia. But wet dog does weigh heavy on the senses, doesn't it?" He smiled a little more sincerely and eased into the couch a bit more. He was convincing himself to at least relax a bit.

"Back home, in Ireland when I was alive and married. Us women always said that if you drink the tea offered you in an Irish home, you are a friend and will always be welcomed into that home. And I stand by it today for I bring you on harm...I only bring you the kindness of a dead heart." Ivan exhaled slowly and ran his hand up from his neck through hair, resting against his temple for a long moment.

After a pause of consideration, he finally spoke, "Salidavia...." He sighed again, testing his words before speaking them. "I'm not, admittedly, fond of tea, but if it would make you more comfortable, I'll have a cup. Or perhaps you could substitute coffee for tea?" Deep tired brown eyes sought hers as he waited to see if the compromise was accepted or not. This meeting needed to end well for both parties.

...Probably a good idea, he decided, to be on her good side while he can.