Which Way to Go? (Cont. Milla^^)

[Piper Madison]

Jack started to get hit with sickly stench of the witches. He could see why vampires avoided this area like a plague the smell was enough to make him want to leave. Trying to stay determined he pushed through the scent and followed Milla closer into the city.

Once they were within the city of Tiverton, Jack racked his brain for a plan that would hopefully avoid any conflict. It wasn't a secret that witches were far from welcoming, especially towards werewolves and vampires. They had walked into downtown, where all of the the witches congregated.

"Just to let you know, this could get really ugly. You sure you want to come?" He asked turning to Milla.

[Yamilla Tonè]

Well, they've certainly controlled their temper.
Yamilla made no eye contact whatsoever with the witches, keeping a very close eye on Jack. The stench of the place was overwhelming, and it took all her discipline to keep her face straight. Glares and stares came their way, making her smirk.
Perhaps you'd like to call on your magics now?

She smiled as she turned her attention to Jack, raising an eyebrow. "If I wasn't so certain, I wouldn't be here, would I? Unless you don't want me here, I'll be more than happy to leave this ... whatever this is." She wasn't one to misplace her manners, but in the presence of being in TIverton, she didn't even care if the Head faced her.
If we're going to get attention, I have the perfect plan.

[Piper Madison]

Now that Jack was actually in the witches territory he had no idea what to do, he though that it would be a lot easier than it was. Like there would be a witch who came up to him and begged him to save, whoever. He was feeling pretty silly.

Jack sat down on one of the benches and looked sheepishly up at Milla. "Any ideas, I was going to go to one of their pubs but now that I am here...I feel like I may get my ass kicked by witches....which would be embarrassing" he said.

[Yamilla Tonè]

You just read my mind.
Yamilla smiled as Jack sat down. She, however, stood, with her arms crossed over her chest, eyes scanning her area. It was quiet, and not much of the locals were awake. Understandable, but she would've pictured them bustling around, exchanging finished experiments and cackling with laughter at their madness. Somehow, it looked better in my head.

The air felt normal, but the place seemed desolate and eerie. There was something else ...
"I'm glad you asked, because I -" She cut off, sighing. Jack.. Looking at him with raised eyebrows, she continued, "Had an idea and then it flushed away right out into the gutter. I forgot you resolve things with words." How could she forget? Oh, I dunno. Maybe he's a Vampire and there's none other race that adores bloodshed than his.

Narrowing her eyes, she tried to distinct the feature of a figure walking by them. Harmless stance, and her feelings ... weariness, relaxation and ... sorrow?
She cleared her throat and shook her head slightly. No. Still the crackpots.
"Jack, I don't think we should be in public." Yamilla gave him a look, and inclined her head. "If you don't want your race finding out your doings, then you have to lay low with this. Witches own rather large mouths too, and they don't like to be looked down upon. At the end, they like to be the superior one." She paused, checking their options. "If not that, then talk to the Head Sage. Or whoever the Leader in this forsaken land is."

[Piper Madison]

Jack watched as a few lone witches wondered by, he didn't know how well this was going to work. Going to the head of the witches would certainly alert the vampires from Cortland. He looked around, and an idea hit him. It was quite lame and possibly wouldn't work but maybe by some miracle they would believe him. He dug through the messenger bag he had brought with him, and pulled out a few sheets of paper from a notebook. Finding a black sharpie he got to work on the papers.

"If you give me a few minutes I have a way to get my word out" He said.

[Yamilla Tonè]

Mmhmm. She sighed, raising her eyebrows as she glanced down at him. He was nice enough - decent even, so what the hell made you think all of this? From all the money-making job you can do, why make up this one? She shook her head and sighed, feeling a little tense. This place was definitely unstable, and too blurry and unknown for her liking.
Normally, in new grounds, she was able to tell where everything was and sense her exit, but here it was like everything was ... shifting.

Yamilla froze as something bumped on her lower legs, and turned to find a small infant looking at her with big eyes. Immediately her face softened and she relaxed, bending down to pick up the child. "Hey, little guy. You shouldn't be out here. Where's Mommy?"
She took a quick glance toward Jack, then back to the child.

The infant shook his head, mesmerizing her with its eyes. Green and beautiful, like glinting emeralds. So alluring it was -
"Vivi! Vivi, where are you?!" A male voice called out from the dim darkness, and she could hear echoing footsteps. Another pair of footsteps accompanied his, and a female voice cried out, "Darling, where did you go?!"

The infant in Yamilla's arm started to cry out, giggling like and squealing out.
Oh no.
"Vivi? Darling, where are you -?" The voice cut short, and she found herself in the presence of two witches - a couple at that.
"Hi," Yamilla started, showing a slight smile. She took careful steps forward, eyes squaring the parents. "I think this is yours."
Both looked at her incredulously, horrified and wide eyes. The female hesitated, and took the kid from her hands. "Thank - you." It looked as if she was going to say more, but one look to her husband and they fled off, into the dark alley.
Well ... that was nice.

She sighed, taking a seat next to Jack, averting her eyes anywhere but his.
"Finished yet?"

[Piper Madison]

Jack was transfixed on making some flyers, and he didn't see the young child at first. He looked down and his eyes caught the little boy crawling towards Milla. He was going to say something but it looked like Milla had it all under control. He brought back his attention to the papers but seeing the child made him have a small pang of sadness. He had been one of those people who had actually wanted to have a family. Back in his hometown there had been a nice girl who had planned on finally asking out when he came home, he had been actually thinking about how nice it would have been to get married and have children.

Sighing, he went back to work and tried to focus but he kept looking over at Milla and the baby.

He finished up the flyers and when he looked up he saw that the child's mother or father must have come and picked him up. Jack picked up the small stack and turned his attention back to Milla.

"Well here is my lame idea, I made some vague flyers and maybe some desperate witch will come meet me tomorrow" He said.

[Yamilla Tonè]

Well, that was embarrassing ...
Yamilla cleared her throat, trying to get the emeralds out of her mind. They were pulling on her, seeming to hypnotize ... It was such a shock, the image so hard to move.
She sighed, leaning back on the bench with her eyes closed. I'm probably just tired. She pinched the bridge below her temple, trying to shake out the heavy feeling.
"Mehh ... could be worse. And definitely your type of idea." Her voice was tinted with slight humour, as she forced a grin on her face.

... Shit. Her eyes suddenly opened, shock of realisation painted all over her face. The air was getting ... warmer.

"Jack ... you need to hide."

[Jack Lewis]

He grinned at her, sure it wasn't the most efficient idea but at least no one would know if he was a vampire or not. Jack saw that Milla looked a little tired, he still felt wide awake but that was only because he had been asleep all day. He didn't know if Milla was nocturnal as well or if she was just staying out late tonight.

Being told to hide, made him quickly get to his feet. He looked around and tried to see what was the cause of alarm, everything looked deserted just as it had earlier on.

"What exactly is going on?" He asked. If there was just a single witch he wasn't to worried about hiding, he could take them on no problem at all, especially with Milla there.

[Yamilla Tonè]

That's not me. That's ...
Yamilla was sure she was sure, but then again she had had moments where she spoke a little hastily without considering the variables. The atmosphere had shifted, and the air had dropped a little, and ... Light.
The dark of the sky was getting shadows of slight light ... from the East.
Well, that was good timing.

Sounds of shuffling suddenly echoed about them, and she felt the ground suddenly vibrate. Voices sounded, sleepy at the start, and she could hear someone yawn.
Dawn.
Her expression softened, but she was up on her feet in no time, looking in every direction.
"Can you not feel that? The Sun is rising." She arched an eyebrow at him, trying to see if she had heard right. "Or do Vampires now have less acute senses when it comes to the Sun?"
A slight smile crossed her face, and she walked to where Jack was.
"You rest in the day and hide. You'll need energy to overcome the Witches later in the night. Trust me." She held out an open palm, inclining her head to him.
Yeah, I'm not tired at all.

[Jack Lewis]

Jack still felt confused about what she was talking about until he saw the sky begin to show signs of light in the horizon. He almost wanted to slap his forehead for not paying more attention to the time. Even worst he could begin to hear voices in the distance, his day fatigue was beginning to kick in and he knew he had no chance of fighting them off. This was one of the times where he really hated being a vampire, being so vulnerable to the sun was depressing.

"Well I usually have better senses but I was...distracted...." He said lamely.

He took her palm, "Lead the way" Jack said with a smile.

[Yamilla Tonè]

OOC: So since Jack won't be able to come out at night, we should probably skip the whole day after my reply?

Well, isn't this just depressing.
It wasn't the Witches themselves that got her in terms of stench - well it partly was, but the heavy smell of magic was weighing her down like lead on her shoulders. They had been dodging the crowd, any contact with a local, and settles with prowling down the alleys.
She wrinkled her nose, and she tightened her grip on Jack, who was following her behind.
Damn, she thought, her jaws clenching. How am I supposed to concentrate with -
Stopping dead on her tracks, she listened.

They had stopped at an intersection, and she was sure she'd heard a movement from the right.
I was sure -
A huddled cloaked-figure appeared, but it was no stranger. Yamilla narrowed her eyes as she read her stance and aura. As soon as the cloak revealed the eyes, she took a sharp breath.
"Come with me quickly. We don't have much time." Urgent, in haste and ... doubt.

She turned to Jack, answering him with a smile. "Go. I'll take up the flyers for you." She was getting slightly worried - his pulse was too slow for her liking.
"I'll catch up."

Yamilla turned back her attention to the lady, eying her with narrowed eyes.

She was the Vivi's mother.

[Jack Lewis]

Jack was more than happy to oblige and go on ahead to find somewhere to hide from the burning rays of the sun. Running, he passed over the border from Tiverton and by the grace of god saw a small cluster of caves. Not exactly as great as his home, but it would have to do. Crouching down he walked back deep enough, where the suns rays would never touch. He sunk to the ground and lied on the cold rock.

He hoped that Milla was going to make it back okay, werewolves were much stronger than a witch, he tried not to worry. Jack knew it was pointless to dwell since there was nothing he could do, going on right now would only get himself killed and distract Milla further.

The sun was beginning to rise, and Jack knew it would only be a matter of time until he would no longer be able to stay awake anymore. Some of the older vampires could stay awake during the day hours but Jack hadn't picked up the skill yet. Exhaustion was setting in and he fought to at least stay up long enough to make sure she was out safely.

[Yamilla Tonè]

Mid-day.

Yamilla took a deep breath, lowering her eyes to the flyers. She could feel every eye on her, every stare burning on her. Every word muttered was amplified at her will, but not very much liked. This was just a way to spy if anyone was plotting to to get rid of her, or of Jack, whose scent still hovered to her at the great distance between them. It was a must, but she didn't like it.
Damn stench ... Every knowledge she'd learned in Harrington about the Witches, every word spat out about them, was slightly somewhat dented.

Sure there was the inevitable stench, the unpleasant smell from even the cleanest of them, but the day, they bustled about like normal people going about their lives. The giggles and shrieks of laughter still came out in random, but the society was calm and untroubled.
Still though, that didn't sway the fact that every stare was read as detest and confusion and anger. You owe me one hell of a lot, Jack.

Seeing another bulletin board on a random wall, she took an unused pin and stuck it on the flyer, stabbing it on the board. She sighed, and smiled.
Finally.
"That oughta do it," she muttered to herself, flexing her hands.
Now let's see if I can find you.

[Jack Lewis]

Jack was far enough back in the cave that he was able to escape the rays. He had fallen asleep throughout the morning, but was able to force himself awake a few times. He vowed to begin to practice falling asleep at will, being this vulnerable was something he needed to push through.

Sighing he looked out at the bright day, he missed the days where he could feel the warmth with catching on fire. Being so used to the night, he found just looking out was painful to his sensitive eyes.

It had been a long time since he had left Milla in Tiverton, he could still smell her scent but she could still be in trouble.

Way to get others involved in your drama

He could feel a wave of exaustion hit him again, it would only be a matter of time before he was dead to the world.