Of Many Faces

Whight sat outside of his favorite cafe sipping a cup of warm tea and pretending to read the memorized file he held in his hand. After sitting in the same place for more then three hours, his target had yet to show her face. He would sit there all day if he had to whether or not she even showed.

Whight had been instructed to capture one by the of Naomi. Aaron wanted her and that was all Whight needed to know after her file was handed to him. How Aaron obtained his information was beyond Whight's pay grade, but he was more than happy for the work.

His paperwork said that his target was a Werewolf. Whight knew going after these sort of beings was a riskier task than normal; there would have to be extra precautions taken. After speaking to the professor, Whight received a helpful bottle of potion. A potion that masked the sent of it's drinker. Whight felt that with the potion, in combination with his feature changing ability, it would be quiet some time before anyone would know they were being tracked, if ever.

Whight sat patiently scanning the faces of those passing by.

Naomi was nervous. Only Nester had accompanied her and, though he as the youngest of the male werewolves had the most energy, he had never been particularly strong, and he was easily distracted by the females he knew he could not have. The long-haired young man had become overwhelmingly melancholy as he had learned, the hard way, time and time again, that in the current climate, a young male werewolf was sure to end up partner-less forever.

They needed food- it had gotten to a terrible point, and Naomi's pride prevented her from inquiring for help from their gracious landlords, the Krums. She had been reduced to going to the nearest market- Hoover was too exhausted from his job, Carlyn was sick with a cold, and Colby had risked a trip to go see his son for the first time in a few weeks. Naomi had no choice but Nester, and she was regretting bringing him along.

She had just left the market when she found herself alone. She only had one of the bags in her hand and she turned around, her eyes searching for Nester. "Nester?" she tried. She glanced around, eyes spotting stores and a cafe. A burble of paranoia arose in her and she walked towards the market, glancing inside the windows to try and spot her companion.

If he had gotten himself in trouble, she'd murder him.

Whight waited a moment as the target passed. When he had to turn his head to spot her he closed his notes and placed them inside his coat. He stayed several paces behind the woman who seemed to be accompanied by a youngling. Though the boy looked like he could put up a fight, Whight didn't worry. An advanced spell was typically all that was needed in dealing with the young.

Whight watched as the woman entered a small store. There was no sense in following her inside. Unless she planned to exit through a back door she would soon reappear. The boy had remained outside and Whight watched as the boy's interest quickly became involved with a stray dog. The boy ran down an alley probably to establish some sort of animal dominance Whight would never understand.

Now his target stood alone. She seemed more worried about the fact of being unable to locate her friend than to realize she was being watched. Still Whight knew better. He knew never to get too comfortable; he continue walk about and watch the woman.

Whight put his elbow over his mouth to suppress a fake cough. In doing so he changed hisfeatures just in case the woman had spotted him in any way.

He worked to get closer.

Naomi's skin crawled. Lately, she could never identify the cause to such a feeling. On one hand, as a werewolf, she had terrific instincts. And on days leading up to the full moon, like this day, her ears could identify patterns of footsteps, and they could identify a pattern that was repeating, therefore she could tell if the same person was moving around her at an abnormal rate.

On the other note, ever since she had abandoned the Death Eaters, she had become increasingly paranoid. Felix had betrayed her, she had betrayed the Death Eaters. She was simply waiting for when she would become reacquainted with her old friend Betrayal, and the paranoia was getting to her.

Anxious misery began to fill her and it must have shown on her face. She continued walking, glancing down alleys and through the windows of the various stores. The feeling of someone's looming closeness stuck close to her, and she allowed her hand to drift into her coat, fastening on her wand.

Whight continued to circle the woman. At one point he would follow and at another he would apparate a short distance in front of her and walk in her direction as if he had just arrived to town. His face continued to change.

Whight wondered when she would make a wrong move. Down some empty alley or into some customer-less store would be perfect. Her friend still seemed to be missing. He hoped this would distract her from what was really taking place.

As they walked, Whight noticed her hand leave her side. He acted as if he was working something out of his pocket in case she had caught on. He enjoyed the hunt. It made him feel alive. It was what he was born to do. After he moment passed, he knew he was getting closer and closer to the climax of his work.

Naomi spotted him. He was heading down an alley and though she hissed his name and picked up her speed, she could not reach him, nor could her words. She paused and briefly spun around, hoping to throw off either this paranoid feeling or who/whatever could have somehow caused it. And with that she turned and headed into the alley.

Naomi immediately sensed a feeling of impending doom. She had stepped into an intricate network of alleys and she walked to the first intersection, looking left and right before heading right. A few steps in, however, convinced her she had messed up. She stopped, clutching her wand, and slowly turned, gripping a trashcan in one hand and holding her wand at her side like a pistol with the other.

His wand was drawn and it was now a game of confusing he target. As Whight circled around in and out the allies he placed illusion wall everywhere making his target feel as if she was slowly getting trapped within the bricks.

The woman stopped for a moment just when Whight had finally decided to reveal himself. He noticed the two weapons in her hands but feared neither. At her about-face he raised his wand. "Hello, Ms. Greyback," he said with a smile. "Please, those won't be necessary. Your weapons will only prolong the inevitable. This can go smoothly if you choose. There is a very important man who seeks your company and I hoped we could resolve this quickly"

A man appeared before her and Naomi's gaze held on him, unwavering, cold, and unforgiving. She would not allow herself to be a victim. She was Naomi Greyback- killer of men, controller of beasts, Ministry terror. She would not be taken down. She may have turned over a new leaf, but she was still dangerous, still a threat to anyone who even tried to cross her.

Unfortunately, a full moon had just occurred. While that gave her a fleetness of foot and sharpness of senses, her joints were aching from her transformation. But she did not want to hurt herself, and this man was speaking. She did not lower her wand, nor release the trashcan. "Who wants to speak with me?"

Whight took note of his surroundings before speaking again. With his peripherals he noticed the distorted reflections in the window panes and the direction of the shadows. He was waiting for the boy to arrive at the most inconvenient moment. He kept himself alert as he continued.

"Though I do not bear the Dark Mark, I still get paid very well to do what is asked of me. I'm a contractor you see. People come to me when they need a job done. In this case you have been summoned to speak with the leader of those you have left behind." Whight was sure the fight from the woman would come at any point after what he had to say. "He knows everything he needs to know in order to find you, so there is no use in running. You will be caught eventually. If you come with me no harm will befall you," he said giving her an empty promise.

Naomi's hand slowly, imperceptibly tightened on the trashcan, ready to do what she needed to do to make a mistake. She felt a twitch in her senses- Nester was nearby, approaching. Whether he was doing so purposefully or not, Naomi could not conceive, but her heart rate increased. She would be counting on Nester to keep a level head. As the youngest of the group, he could be a tad unpredictable.

She had to keep them at a standstill. She had no gauge of his skills and, while she was confident in her own, failure had made her practical. Never assume your superiority in a duel. She blinked, allowing her face to relax a bit. "You are telling me I can walk to my death now, or risk it, and reach it later. I see the inevitability in my situation, but I still do not see a reason to 'come quietly.'"