The demure vampire was hardly prepared for the shift that took place in front of her. The very color of his aura seemed to darken before his skin rippled. The shirt she'd clung so desperately to shredded to pieces in her grasp. Chizue's chocolate eyes turned down to the small piece of fabric in her hands in astonishment. What had once been so grounding was now merely torn cotton drifting in the wind. Slowly, her gaze turned to eye the ivory bear that stood over her. His parted jaws and sharp, gleaming teeth took her by surprise. That deafening roar echoed within the once busy square of downtown. The screams of the inhabitants that had once filled it streets filled the air. The very populace scrambled to scatter at the presence of the obscenely large and out of place bear. This was not at all what Chizue had wanted! The very fear that clouded the air was almost suffocating for the psychic vampire, the girl keenly aware of the emotions that surrounded her. Chizue shuddered as she wrapped her arms around her, the sound of the car horns only further set her on edge. How desperately she just wanted to escape! How badly she just wanted to go home where she was safe and sound! Her thoughts, however, were distracted by a flash of light glinting off of a golden latch - his briefcase!

The poor thing was near entirely destroyed, the hinges broken and askew. The pages they had rescued stuck out of the edges and yet, that very object had somehow become of utmost importance to the woman. She dove forward, pulling it back and away from the large bear that so intently stared down at the man that had so terrified and tortured her. That singular focus upon that briefcase was the only thing she could do to keep herself in the present moment as she carefully shoved all the pages back into the broken case. She gently took the object in her arms, clutching it desperately as her large chocolate eyes fell upon the warlock in front of them. That spark of fire at the man's fingertips caused a soft intake of air upon her lips. She knew that fire. Intimately so. She had felt it burn her skin and marr her flesh before they waited for her vampiric body to heal from the wounds they had afflicted upon her. The fire's touch had not been kind and immediately she found herself shrinking away and into the wall of the building behind them. Her fear so threatened to consume her as those flickers of flames twisted and contorted into a ball of fiery destruction. Her hand reached out to brush against his ivory fur as she so softly encouraged the bear to run with her, her gaze never once leaving the warlock that so challenged the man that so valiantly strove to protect her.

Her deep chocolate eyes met the softer, nutmeg hue of the bear's own. Her petite frame was mirrored in the reflection of his irises as he stared at her with such definite intelligence. That small shake of his head prompted a small frown upon her features. Chizue was hardly given the chance to protest, however, before that swirling ball of flame was launched into him, catching both girl and beast off guard. The mere force of the fireball seemed to disrupt his balance, forcing him to take a step back. Chizue could hardly help that sounds if surprise on her lips as she backed away from the pair of men. The smell of burnt hair filled her nostrils, that very scent was unforgettable. The young girl cringed at the sound of the bear's thunderous roar. That very tone so clearly screamed of battle and yet Chizue wished for anything but!

She was oblivious to the sheer power that accompanied such a sound, at least until the warlock was swept off of his feet, colliding into the building behind him only for his body to fall limp against the concrete of the sidewalk. Chizue's hand slowly rose to her mouth in both awe and fear of what had suddenly transpired just before her own eyes. She had never witnessed a power quite like that before, not one who moved so transparently and so brutally. She stepped back as the ivory bear lunged forward. His giant claws lashed out, raking across that fallen warlock, ripping at the flesh of the man only to fill the air with the very scent of the man's blood. Despite Chizue's vampiric origins, there was something about that smell that made her sick to her stomach. She had been surrounded with the scents of her own blood for long enough of late that even that similar metallic note produced those desires to escape all over again.

Her yearning was so potent that the girl hardly realized her own affinity that rushed to fulfill her very desires. An almost uncanny sort of fog seemed to settle upon the city, moving with a peculiar quickness to engulf the entire town with a thickness that seemed almost impenetrable, surrounding the pair to the very point that any efforts those hunters might have made to find them would have been wholly futile. "Is....is he....dead?" She inquired, her voice a whisper and yet she hardly bothered to look herself, too afraid of what she might see or what she might find. Her chocolate eyes remained so intent upon the case in her arms as she shrank from that very scene. While she should have taken joy in the retribution of the terrors inflicted upon her, Chizue found little to love in cruelty and pain, justified though it was. "Can we go now?" That very inquiry was more akin to a squeak from the demure woman's lips, her very desperation surely clear.