Jessie kept herself to the shadows as she followed the elf. Her hand twitched for her sword every time she saw a man or woman throw a rock at her. She could of chopped them all down right there and then. Yet she couldn't risk herself getting caught and having knights or guards charge after her. Jessie was quick and deadly, but going up against several knights wouldn't of ended well. When she saw the girl hide in the alley, quietly sobbing to herself, all Jessie wanted to do was jump down and hug her. Sylvia or not, she hated seeing anyone being treated like that. Before she could even run up to the girl, she ran. Sticking to the alley, the elf hid in, she kept to the dark, just watching this elf run out.

Then all her questions were answered. A rock flew through the air, knocking off her hood. It was undoubtable Sylvia. Her eyes quickly scanned for the person who threw that rock. She spotted him, and anger suddenly flared up in her eyes. She waited until Sylvia had gone, and the crowd began to disperse. Climbing on top of a building, she kept her eyes locked on the man. She waited until he passed by an alley way, only to jump down from her perch, landing on his back and dragging him into the darkness. From inside the alleyway, all that was heard was muffled struggling, and the scrapping of metal on stone, followed up by a flash of light. When Jessie left the alleyway, her hood was up, and she was sheathing her blade.

Her next stop was the castle, they didn't dare let her in without a pledge to the king. With a heavy sigh, she followed through, head on heart and all. It was a good thing Jessie didn't keep many promises. Heading into the cellar, she clicked her fingers, summoning a flame. Bringing it down to the palm of her hand, she let it grow, until the fire man the shadows dance. With each step forward, she discovered the bodies of the dead, riddled with bullets. Sylvia's handy work of course.

After a few minuets of travelling deeper and deeper into the cellar, she soon came across her lost love. She seemed so ill and weak. Frail and about to snap. The sight filled her with anger and sadness. Just the way she stood, shaking, and her bow trembling in her hands. It made her mouth go dry, and the fire in her eyes burn with anger. 

Sylvia probably didn't even notice her, taking a step forward, she opened her mouth to say something, but she was cut off by a horrific screech of the undead. With three zombies appearing out of the darkness. One charging at Sylvia and the other two crawling on the ground. With her animal instincts kicking in, Jessie threw the ball of fire she held in her hand directly at running creature. With the undead corpse bursting into flames, Jessie jumped in, swinging her blade straight for the neck of the screaming corpse, and in one swift move, the body fell to the ground headless. Jessie's hood was still up, so her appearance only became known when she sheathed her blade and looked up at Sylvia in complete silence.

Jessie stood there in complete disbelief, her heart was crushed under the weight of all her worst nightmares. Had Sylvia really forgotten her or had she just given up? Her words chilled her too the bone and Sylvia just asked for death. "Sylvia..." Jessie whispered, her voice already shaking as she realised her worst nightmare. Her lover wanted to die. The amount of misery she had to endure to bring her to this state must of horrific.

"What did they do to you..." Jessie asked, anger and sadness swirling around in the pit of her stomach like a wild storm. Jessie gritted her teeth, trying not to shout out in anger, alerting more unholy creatures was the last thing they needed. They already had enough demons to deal with.

Unable to accept what had became of her lover, Jessie removed her hood and ran up to Sylvia. Her hand latched onto her shoulder and spun her around so Sylvia could face her. For a moment Jessie just looked cold, her face filled with that awful combination of sadness and anger. Yet not even a second later, her face softened up, giving that sad smile. Suddenly, she pressed her lips up against her lover's, holding her their tightly just for a long moment. Her arms cradled her lover, protectively, not wanting any more harm to come to her.

Half an hour had passed, Jessie had stopped kissing her somewhere within that time, she didn't really care when, and for the rest of the time she just held Sylvia, telling her how she was sorry, how she wished she could of been there for her. Only then did she let go of Sylvia.

She wanted to savour the moment, but the dead never waited for the lovers. Looking behind her, Jessie say the two undead from before crawling their way up by the scraping of their nails and the skin of their teeth. Giving an annoyed sigh, Jessie just unsheathed her sword. Walking up to the undead, she threw a kick into it's head, only to cut through the binding it called a neck. The other undead was easy enough as well, as Jessie just repeatedly stomped on it's head, until it was nothing but mush. Only then did she turn back to Sylvia, with tired eyes.