The kid had gotten off the bus at the bus station. He was sick to death of riding on those damn things. Irritating really. Too many people invading your personal space. Crowding you. Talking to you when you want them to just shut up and go away. He put headphones on to drown everyone around him out. It wasn’t until the bus came to a complete stop that he realized they had reached their destination and he took off his headphones. He was eager to get off this damn bus already. He collected his single bag, a red duffle bag, and headed away from the bus station in no set direction.

The kid was wearing his usual red ‘rag’ on his head, pants so baggy that they hung down low on his hips, and a red fishnet shirt. His red boxers could be seen through his fishnet shirt. Even the shoes he was wearing were red. Red Nike’s to be exact. His red duffle bad slung lazily over his shoulder. He walked with a stride that said he was quite sure of himself and then some. Dirty looks were shot to anyone who happened to bump into the boy.

Before he knew it, he arrived at the gates of the amusement park. It looked like it was pretty busy. Great. He was able to sneak past the gate people without having to pay. Ha! Stupid fools. He didn’t know where he was going or what he was going to do. He just liked breaking rules. It was fun. At least in his mind it was.

He continued strutting through the park, the air about him was as if he were tougher than shit. Anyone who bumped into him were given the same dirty look that clearly said ‘do that again and I’ll kick your ass’.

“Stupid idiots,” he mumbled as he walked along.

Reagan was walking through the amusement park with excited, brilliant sapphire eyes. It was her first time to a park and Conner had reluctantly allowed her to go while he had to work. She wasn’t about to stay there or be cooped up in the house. Not on such a nice day.

She was dressed appropriately for riding the rides; tight, low cut jeans and a light blue camisole top that complimented her eyes nicely. It didn’t do much else for a figure seeing as she was undeveloped chest wise due to her gymnastics training. All in all she was a very petite girl and most would think of her as twelve rather than fifteen.

Her tight black curls bounced as she walked and looked in every direction to see what all she could do. So many choices! It was hard to decide what to do next.

In her enthusiasm of looking around she didn’t realize the boy walking towards her and accidentally bumped him. She turned around with a rather stunned look on her face and guilt.

” ‘scuse me. I didn’t see yeh.” She gave him a sincere apology.

He had seen the girl walking right towards him and made no attempt to move out of the way. No. Blade wasn’t friendly like that. The moment she bumped into him, he dropped his bag and acted as if she bumped into him harder than she really had.

“Stupid girl. Learn to watch where you’re going,” he scolded. He frowned deeply at her and leaned down to pick up his bag. “Next time you won’t get off so easily.”

She had a rather irritated look on her face now at his reply. Why the little jerk! ”Hey, I said I was sorry.” She had placed her right hand on her hip as she looked at him picking up his back. A bewildered look came upon her face at that time as he spoke.

”Is tha’ a threat?” Irish accent with attitude. She was in no mood for her day to be spoiled by the punk kid who thought he was all that and a bag o’ chips.

“Sorry don’t always cut it little girl,” he snipped at her as he placed his bag back over his shoulder. “I don’t make threats. I make promises.” In his mind, he didn’t just think he was all that and a bag o’ chips. In his mind, he really is. “You better just watch yourself.”

She didn’t have to stand here and listen to this. Without saying anything more her nose wrinkled with distaste towards the boy and then stormed off in the opposite direction.

He actually began to laugh as she stormed away in the other direction. "Poor little girl. Had her feelings all hurt," he taunted after her. "Good riddance!"

She stops dead in her tracks as she hears his taunts. That was definitely not the way to get off ‘easy’. She turned around with glaring eyes back at him. Fists were clenched to the point knuckles were turning white. Reagan was not one that could keep her temper under control should the occasion arise and someone insults her.

Subconsciously her gift is coursing through her body. ”Take that back.” She asks rather calmly. It was his last chance to rectify the situation though she doubted he would.

He laughed at the girl again as she turned around glaring at him. "Or else what?" he taunted. "Do you really think I'm scared of you girl? Ha!" He dropped his bag on the ground at his feet. "No. I don't take it back."

That’s it. He asked for it. Suddenly she could feel the wicked life of him sifting through her body as she began to suck it away from him. It would give him a chilling feeling and the feeling that you were dying a slow and painful death, face would go pale the more she would drain it away. She was walking towards him now, still sucking the life out of him little by little, constricting his nervous system and the ability, body would soon feel like jelly and unable to be controlled.

What the hell? All of a sudden he seemed to feel cold. "What the hell are you doing?" Blade doesn't know anything about magic. He doesn't even know it exists.

She’s standing a few feet away from him now and is still glaring at him. ”I said take it back before you lose more than your pride.” And she meant it. She could very well put back the life she took any time, but if he was dead she couldn’t. But she wanted the little jerk to learn his lesson.

"No."

”Fine.” She continued sucking the life out of him like a leech latches on to suck blood until she had almost sucked it all out. And then when she reached that point she let it all flood back into him until it was all expelled from her and back where it rightfully belonged. She let him lay there on the ground of the amusement park. Quite a few people were staring at them.

”Jerk.” She then walked away, leaving him there to regain his composure.

He lay there, on the ground, not knowing what the hell had just happened. Once he regained his composure, he stood up and looked around at the gawkers. "What the hell are you looking at?" he spat at them. He reached down and grabbed his bag before heading towards the front gate again. "Idiotic little snot nosed girl," he muttered to himself as he went through the front gate. Once outside of the park, he turned and sat down on one of the benches. He was still feeling a bit light headed or something.

Several hours later Reagan finally is leaving the park. Little hint of the earlier commotion with Blade and the frustration she felt was present. In fact it seemed she had almost forgotten all about it with the excitement of the rides and such. At first she walks right passed the jerk and continues out to the street and down the sidewalk.

Yep. He's still there. He had no where else to go at the moment.

Wrong. She wouldn't make it right past the mouthy boy. Nope. He'd stick a foot out to trip the girl as she headed right past him. Yes. He remembers. He also holds grudges.

She trips over the outstretched foot but catches herself before falling to the ground. Turning around she looks at the foot and then up at the fact of which it belonged to. Ah. Now she remembers.

”Don’t know when to quit do ya?” She stated rather annoyed.

The bratty boy makes mimicing motions with his mouth. "Yada yada yada. Get lost little girl."

”Yer the one who started it.” She said in a huff. The irritation that his boy was making her feel was not at all pleasant and the idea of sucking the life out of him once more was quite appealing.

"Wrong girlie. You are. The moment you bumped into me."

That’s it. Again she began with the sucking of his life energy as she stood there. To her it looked like white strips of fog coming from the boys chest and seeping in to her own, but nobody else could see it. Only her. Unnaturally blue eyes could see the energy present in all things that harbored it when she concentrated enough.

”Somebody needs to teach you some manners.”

"Piss off girl," he mutters as he begins to feel the way he had inside the park.

He really does know how to push her buttons doesn’t he? Looking to a nearby lamp she sees the electricity running through it. Sucking it in as well she courses it through her body and then sends it through the boy electrocuting him as well with a small voltage, enough to knock him unconscious though.

The boy is out. Out cold. He didn't even have a chance to try to figure out what was going on. He's fallen to the sidewalk and hit his head on the bench on his way down. He's just barely breathing.

A woman coming out of the park sees him fall to the ground and yells for someone to call and ambulance. While people are gathering around, Reagan silently gives him back what life she took though it wouldn’t have him regain consciousness; she slips through the people and disappears down the street.

Someone does indeed call an ambulance. The mouthy boy was still knocked out. The paramedics begin asking everyone around what happened. No one can give an answer. They put the boy on a stretcher and picked up his bag that was on the ground beside him. They call ahead to let the hospital know that they're coming in with an unconsious boy.

She had been eavesdropping on the conversation that the nurses were having with the paramedics in the emergency room. Somehow Gregory wasn’t minding her walking around lately and it puzzled her. But she wasn’t about to put a damper in the situation and ask him why he’s been lenient. Perhaps something about the door incident upset him? Oh well.

A few minutes later the ambulance showed up and they brought in a young boy about her age in a stretcher and unconscious. She watched as they rolled him by where she stood and down the hallway. Following them down the hallway, she peered around the corning into the room in which they had taken him. They set him up on all sorts of machines and stood around them trying to figure out why he was unconscious. She watched quietly as they tried to figure out was wrong.

Greg Didn't mind because he wasn't using her to heal people nearly so often. He didn't want her to see the people he killed either, when he took thier souls. Today however he had a headache. He went looking for the girl knowing she could fix it.

He found her staring at a boy who had just been rushed in. He recognized the type of magical drain used on the boy. He knew the girl had a dark side, had she used it, no, she hadn't...."Ally what are you doing here?" he asked her quietly.

The boy was being rushed and fussed over by nurses and a doctor in the emergency room. They were asking if anyone knew what had happened. Of course, no one knew a thing. Through it all, the boy still hadn't woken up yet.

The girl turned around startled as Gregory’s sudden presence was there. She backed away from the door and leaned against the wall.

”I was just watching. They just brought that boy in.” She said pointing at the room. Gaze was to the floor rather than looking at him.

"Ally?' though the second time he asks he moves past her, following the currents of magic through the boy, he'd found the boy hd magic of his own, strong magic, that called out to Mac.....because he was Mac's just like Patrick and Vivienne. He shooed the nurses away and the technician. When he was alone with the boy he summoned Ally with a gesture and shut the door. "Help him!" he commanded, something dark burned in his eyes when he did so.

There was a lot of mumbling, grumbling and objecting as everyone was sent from the room. However, they didn't stand and argue. Not with the doctor. The room was cleared except for Greg, Ally and the boy on the table.

Something was obviously bothering him. Looking in the room he walked in and told the other doctors and nurses to leave. She watched them go and then turned back to the room when she heard him call her name again. He shut the door behind her and the shouted at her to help the boy. It made her jump a bit. He’d never shouted at her before to help someone. Her eyes had grown wide in a bit of fright briefly. Quickly she walked over to the boy and looked him over for a moment trying to pin point the spot. Finding it she placed her hand on top of it and the other on the boy’s forehead. As usual the normal glow emitted from the girl, eyes closed and wings unfurled behind her. It only took a few minutes before the glowing subsided and she reopened her eyes. He was fine now; just resting peacefully.

After healing him she quietly stepped away from him and stood in the corner away from Gregory. She was still trying to get over the fact that he had shouted.

He checked the boy with his own magic to be sure he was well. He gave a relieved sigh. "Thank you." he said quietly. Then he tapped the boy.

His eyes flew open the moment he was tapped. What the heck had happened? Where was he? The last thing he remembered was suddenly being jolted with electricity. But where had it come from? The girl? No way. That wasn’t possible. Blade didn’t believe in magic. He didn’t even know it really existed.

“Who are you?” he asked the guy standing next to the table. “Where am I? What happened?”

She didn’t look up at him when he said thank you but rather remained standing in the corner looking at the ground until the boy woke up rather abruptly. This was all so confusing. Gregory never got emotional over patients; never. Gaze looked over him as he asked where he was before falling away again.

"Someone shocked you. You are in the hospital. How do you feel now?" Greg/Mac asked the boy, his boy.....

In a hospital? No. This must be some joke. “I feel alright I guess. Hungry but that’s about it.”

Ally felt a bit awkward to be standing in the room with them as they conversed. She had no part in this conversation and so quietly she walked out the door, down the hallway and sat down in a chair in one of the many waiting rooms.