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The dark one

Heroes don't always work in the light: there are those who thrive in shadow. and then there is her.
Legend tells of an ancient warrior forced to walk the line between light and darkness her soul damned for all time, forsaken by both sides, god hates her heritage, the devil hates the light she carries.



One



Sensing something in the room, she awoke, grabbing her cursed sword trying to. I hate this thing. She thought to herself. She pretended she was still asleep. Her apartment was on the fifteenth floor, the door barred with more than just locks.

"Paige,” the presence said, “I hear your thoughts.”

"Damn it,” she muttered, “A telepath.” She looked around to see who was there. not human.

"Put Forsaken away," it told her.

"First off, how do you know my name?” she asked, feigning surprise as she stood up wearing a long shirt. Paige was not her real name but that she kept secret from everyone. “Second how did you find me.”

"It's been a long time,” the voice said. “You haven't changed a bit.” the presence stepped into the light.

"Marcus?” she said, incredulous, “but you died three hundred years ago.”

"We have a problem,” He said, pulling his hair out of his eyes.

"Why does that not surprise me,” she asked, looking into his eyes. “You always brought trouble into my life.” she tightened her grip on Forsaken. “What is it this time?”

"You know how they are,” he said, looking upward.

"Actually, I don't,” she said, her voice hardening. “Damned, remember?” she started pulling on her clothes. her blade disappearing into the shadows.

He looked at her. “There's that wit we all know and loathe.” He grabbed the trench coat she had sitting on the chair next to her bed, offering it to her.

"Thanks,” she said, slipping her arms into it, letting the leather flow around her ankles. “but how did you know this name, and how did you find me?”

"I told you before,” he said, “you have a unique energy.”

"But I haven't used my power in fifteen years.”

"That doesn't matter.” he told her, pulling her close. “I know your true name.”

She pushed him away, "I don't want to hurt again.” she walked toward the door. “what will I need?”

"I don't know,” he said, " they didn't tell me. “He followed her out, shutting the door behind him.

"Just what I need,” she muttered to herself. "A mission with no parameters. What happens if I refuse?” she knew already that she couldn't refuse.

"People will die.” He said, pushing the button to call the elevator. " You may be damned but you're not heartless.” he looked her in the eye once more. "By the way how did that come about.”

"That is one of my secrets.” she said flatly. "It's between me and Him. You know that.”

"When you say that you can mean two different things,” he said, “Which one is it?”

"Take your pick,” she said, checking her pockets, "It's the right one.” She pulled a several objects out of her pockets.

"Got enough gear there?” Markus asked. "I don't see what you need all of that for.”

"Not enough information to tell what I need.” She tied the brace of stakes to her wrist. “Vampires,” one filled with silver knives on the other wrist. "Werewolves.” and lastly a gun in a holster at her waist, "That's all I can take with the information you gave me. Now get in the car.” She pointed out the now open elevator door. "Get with the times, angel.” This she said to his shocked expression.