kissing death and loosing my breath

The young witch was growing strangely used to the notion of being "crazy". She had tried to ignore it at first - the whisperings within her ear, the sound of his voice attempting to antagonize her, criticizing her. It hadn't made it any better. In fact, it didn't seem to make a difference whether or not she ignored him or rose to the occasion. Either way, her spectral companion remained grumpy and bitter and Serafina was still subjected to his continued presence. At the very least, he was something there for the lonely witch to talk to, even if their conversations often ended poorly. It was better, she had decided, to talk to someone no one could see then to have no one to talk to at all. And so, just like that, Serafina had given up ignoring the ghosts that clawed for her attention. She acknowledged their existence, even if she wasn't nearly as willing to be as helpful as those terrible television shows that claimed she could be a success for putting the alive at ease. The witch brushed away any concerns either had regarding who she was conversing with, "Nothing. It's...no one." She stated promptly, hardly giving either individual a chance to reply before her attention shifted to the two men laid out on the floor. Her blue-grey gaze danced over them, hardly hesitating in her words as she so haphazardly brought on a topic that she knew just as well to throw both individual out of their comfort zones.

Weather or not Serafina was actually interested in the men on the ground was another matter entirely but she was more than willing to say she was if only due to the woman's rather deep seeded agitation at the pair in front of her. Her lips pressed together ever so slightly as she remained within the door frame, listening to the insults returned to her and yet the woman hardly bothered to respond to either of the two more then offering them a half hearted shrug and a cold narrowed gaze. Her attention shifted towards Azrael at the surprise that lined his voice though in truth Serafina had forgotten entirely the coat she wore and whom it belonged to. At the moment it was simply the largest one she had and her headache from her evening before was enough to make the girl want to hide rather than brave the world she was forced into for the sake of her familiar. "If you want it, come and get it." She replied with a abrasive bite to her tone. Her gaze shifted only to land upon the female figure hiding behind her blankets. It was only the second time she'd ever seen the human form of her so called companion. In silence Serafina took in the sight of her figure, listening as the Dark Hunter counted off what he had inspected of her wounds.

Not a second glance was given towards the two men on the floor as they were dragged off into another room, her eyes still steadfast upon the were-creature in front of her. She heard Azrael's voice from somewhere behind her, watching the immediate reaction of the were as she pressed herself up against the wall in a very clear display of horror. A soft snort left Serafina's nose at the girl's lack of trust. "If you don't let him near you, you're going to die anyways. What's the worse he could do? Kill you faster? Oh - how terrible." There was mock dread within her feminine tones, her hands waving ever so slightly as she rolled her stormy eyes. The woman shook her head ever so slightly, reaching down to rummage through her bag to pull out one of the handy vials she made sure to keep on her person. It was a basic healing spell - something to heal superficial wounds. Although Serafina was fully capable of producing more powerful effects, she presently found herself unable to warrant such effort for someone who was supposed to be her friend. Especially someone that failed to trust her at all. Serafina tossed the vial towards  the wolf, watching it land in the soft cradle of the blankets. "Drink it, don't drink it, I don't care. After all you have Dr. Azrael now to take care of you. You don't need me." She spoke, her arms crossed beneath her breasts, her eyes shifting to the hallway to look anywhere but towards them.

Serafina surprisingly found herself filled with bitterness and resentment. They'd left her alone - forgotten her while they focused on whatever their own lives entailed. She shouldn't have been that surprised though. After all, that's how people always were. She should have known better then to expect anything different. "Silly girl, did you think they were your friends? They don't know you. They don't care." That spectral voice whispered to her, the ghastly figure reaching out to twirl a long lock of her hair around his transparent finger. "Shut up." The words were muttered under her breath, hardly wanting to speak to him anymore then she did them.