This Damon was going to be her downfall but even with that knowledge Ceara couldn't help but still be intrigued by him. Perhaps it simply went back to the age old "bad boy" attraction that women had; they knew it would never end well but the thrill was too much to deny. Ceara left her path down memory lane to refocus on the man in front of her as his gaze moved to the entrance of her bar. It wasn't unusual for a hunter to take be in her bar, like any other mortal and immortal alike they could be found taking solace in the booths or tossing drinks back at the bar. Everyone knew that while the Voodoo Room wasn't a sanctuary that hunting inside was strictly forbidden. Even the random brawl from a patron unable to hold their liquor saw to drag Ceara from wherever she was to swiftly end it.

Ceara could see between the two males exchange was that there would be no diffusing the situation, it would have to play out on its own. Luckily though Damon was courteous enough to take it outside with the words upon his lips in an invitation for her to watch. Her whole world had been this bar for almost half a century, she had become quite OCD about it too, so was hesitant to act in a way that would destroy that delicate balance she had worked so hard to build. Ugh, damnit all to hell. Ceara sighed and gave an irritated growl as she glanced over to the bartender, "Tell Yolan I've gone out for a bit." She took one last drink from her glass before leaving the bar and trailing after Damon and the Hunter.

The night air was refreshing, a light breeze bringing a nip that she couldn't feel, the moon was but a sliver in the sky surrounded by stars like spilled glitter. Even though Sacro had a large population of supernaturals it was a far cry from the constant hustle and bustle that you would find in the major cities in the "outside world". The streets were darker, many shops keeping human hours, and the foot traffic was much less after midnight. Ceara took a deep breath, forcing her lungs to inhale the oxygen she didn't need, the smell of the damp concrete and dirt overwhelming in the entrance of the alleyway beside her bar. Her hazel eyes settled on Damon and the hunter sparing off with the hunter obviously struggling with the fight. She had no inclination to help either one, this was their fight, a male testosterone chest thumping in her opinion which they had brought upon themselves.

Ceara leaned against the brick wall, crossing her arms delicately across her chest as she watched. She'd be lying though if the fight didn't make her own inner demon scream to be let out, to feel the adrenaline of facing off an opponent. The smell of fear which came off the hunter in those last moments was a delicious long lost pleasure. She knew once the hunter's leg was broken that it was over, the inevitable end of his life was imminent and Ceara wasn't wrong as the sound of his neck snapping signaled the end of his life. "Now you've made a mess to clean up." Ceara commented lightly, pushing away from the wall to slowly stalking forward to Damon. Sometime during the fight her fangs had slid from their hiding place, her lips now curling back to bare the sharp pearly whites as she smirked. "And you've wasted a good meal."

Ceara Hade

Because I could not stop for Death
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality