this chair off." She grumbled while she slumps down.

tiredness settles in her body that when she sets her sword against the wall, she walks to the chair facing Melina and falls back on it with a groan, forgetting for a moment that she is most definitely making a mess of a chair that probably costs more than her clothes.

"I'll work part time to pay

Rhea opens the door for Melina, stepping inside the room after her, looking around, she didn't know why she expected she'd be wrong about the way this place looked.

It looks familiar. Smells familiar. With a woman who knows her a little too well, she feels a weight coming off her shoulders. A

hunt.

The brief flash of confusion, then disgust piqued Rhea's curiosity. Her hunt was strange. Melina's question confirmed it.

"That's what I've been asking myself." She answers her. "Some lady hired me to kill something at the edge of the city. Said it's a werewolf. It didn't look like one."

Rhea looks down at her blood soaked uniform, a smile breaking through her mellow facade. "I guess I did come smelling good to you." She quips, resting her sword on both her hands as Melina runs her finger along the cold blade, the hunter watching the vampire closely as she tastes the blood from her

establishment still soaked in blood, her sword still drawn. Resting the bloodied longsword on her shoulder, she calls to the owner of the bar. "Honey, I'm home!" The bartender shakes her head, tells Rhea to find someplace to sit while they call the boss.

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sell.

Tonight is one of those nights where she hunts, and once the job is done and her client's 'special request' is fulfilled, she finds herself heading to a bar that has that sense of familiarity to her owned by a woman who she knows from her dreams.

She enters this pristine, high end

Now here she is. A year in this place and barely doing the mission given to her. She hunts when she finds a target, sometimes even racing the Combine hunters for it. Most of the time, she occupies herself with odd jobs from a curio shop owner, keeping the store safe while they go get more things to

"It left an impression on me, yeah. What slipped my mind though is...who you are, and what we are to each other. I don't think we were in a relationship. You don't seem to be the type to do those. I don't feel like the type to do those either."

"Really? You're making me feel really special." Rhea finishes her cocktail, setting the glass aside, giving Melina an inquisitive look. "You have?" She couldn't hide the happy in her voice when she asked, red tinging her cheeks at the mention of their first meeting. That. Yeah, she remembers that. —

every person who asks for this drink or is this just for me?" She takes a sip of the cocktail, humming as she leans back on her seat, "Is it weird that I feel like we've met before? If you think this is a corny pickup line, it isn't. It's a genuine question."

a lot about this place. Bits and pieces, but most involved her. The name however, slips her mind.

Rhea, right at the moment that Melina tilted her head up, forgot how to breathe. She had a question she needed to ask, a question silenced by a kiss. Her lips twitched to a smile, "Do you kiss —

"Oh that sounds like a promise." Rhea jokingly replies as she takes a seat, putting the mask at her table while watching the woman walk away. She remembers her. She remembers this place, walking here in search of the one causing trouble in this place only to end up in trouble. She doesn't remember —

Rhea glances down before she puts her hands on the table, smiling back at her. "That sounds like something I'd drink, does a vampire kiss me after I take it?"