"Yeah." Jack replied.

"There's not really anything here for those like you." he commented.

"Well, there's not much here for anyone, really." he then mumbled.

"But you get my point." he said.

"Why ARE you here?" he asked her.

Jack raised his eyebrow when he heard that.

"....great." he muttered.

"So now THEY'RE out to get me." he said, referring to the agency that had sent her.

He was then silent for a moment, before looking out the window.

"Seems things might be getting a tad dangerous here."

Again, Jack sighed.

"I've been thinking of moving on." he told her.

He then thought for a moment, seeming to recall something.

"You know, a vampire attacked me last night." he said.

"I killed him and left his body somewhere." he told her further.

"Tell them HE was Jack."

"I need to leave this area anyway." Jack replied.

"Probably leave the country altogether." he said.

"I killed him by tearing his head off. Left the body and head in the condemned inn down the road." he then answered her questions about the vampire.

"You helped me, so I'll help you." he reasoned.

"They sent you to die, you return victorious."

"I'm LIKE them." Jack responded.

"But I am not one of them." he said.

"They see me as a blight. I act like a vampire, but bleed like a human." he continued.

"I am the result of a vampire and a human relationship, something many consider to be the ultimate insult." he went on.

"And my existence is a crime." he sighed.

"Regardless, I'll be out of your hair in the morning." he told her.

"Nobody will see me leave."

Jack gritted his teeth some.

"I'll drain all the blood in there." he told her.

"I could use it." he said.

"And... yeah, at least I'm not illegal." he then said. "However, that being said, you're grandfathered in, so the law shouldn't come for you." he reasoned.

"You may be illegal, but I'M the one that's in danger." he lamented.

"And I'll erase all traces of my presence here before I go. Make sure it looks like I was never here."

"Duly noted." Jack replied.

'With luck, we won't see each other in the future.' he then thought.

'But where to go now...?' he wondered.

'South? North? Further East?' he asked himself.

'Maybe North America. Across the ocean, make sure nobody comes looking for me.' he added, as he started to make plans in his head, for the future.

As she got closer, she saw more people running, yelling something about a natural disaster, and violent weather. In the distance, she saw that there was a violent windstorm bring whipped up, but it seemed to be... localized.

She also saw some water and lightning in the storm, as well.

As she got even closer still, she was then able to make out two figures in the centre of it all... and she could barely hear one of them yelling. As expected, the source of the disturbance was a mage duel of sorts.

And a high-level one at that.

If she were to try and get involved, she would surely be out of her league, and in over her head.

"YOUR LIFE IS MINE NOW, REMMINGTON!" she then heard from the shouting one.

It seemed that neither of the mages had heard her. They were rather engrossed in their fight.

She noticed that one of them seemed to be clutching a small rod of sorts, which was causing the potent electricity to surge about the area.

Seemed they were a water mage, augmenting themselves with an artefact.

And the other mage was creating the windstorm all on their own.

"You really are a fool." he said.

"Shut it, Remmington!" the foe growled, as he caused several bolts of electricity to charge towards the older mage. The mage managed to dodge it, and threw a concentrated orb of wind in return, but it was batted away by the rod.

She managed to dodge the debris, but several more followed... before they stopped for a while. This gave her time to eat her snacks and watch her entertainment.

However, the mage with the artefact suddenly looked towards her, noticed her, and froze for a split second.

This allowed his foe to rush in, pin him to the ground, and press the rod down on his chest, keeping him there.

This caused the mana storm to abruptly dissipate, of course.

"Now stay DOWN!" he ordered.