Running. That’s all she seemed to want to do anymore. Ever since losing her best friend. She was still so upset about it. She probably would be for quite some time. Amber had been her very best friend for what seemed like such a long time. And her stupid ass brother had to go and take that all away. She’d told Amber that Matt was trouble. Why wouldn’t she listen though? Of course, Abby never came right out and said /why/ Matt was trouble. Things don’t work that way.

Today is the first day in a while that she’s actually left the house. She’s wearing dark blue short running shorts with a white stripe up the side of them, a tight dark blue tank top, white socks and dark blue running shoes. Her hair is pulled back in a pony tail. She’s wearing no make-up. What’s the point in it if she’s just going to end up sweating it off anyway.

Running. That’s what she’s been doing for the past hour and a half. Just running. Ignoring any and all looks that come her way. She can’t help but feel like everyone is whispering about her. ‘She’s the girl whose best friend died.’ ‘Poor girl. Her best friend collapsed while her brother was making love to her.’ Shit like that. She feels like she just wants to scream at everyone to shut the fuck up and go away. Why won’t it stop? The stares. The whispering.

Running. Running until she can’t run any more. And she finally can’t. She heads over to a large tree and nearly collapses against it. She’s sweating quite a bit since she’s been running for an hour and a half. Sweating because she’s stupidly running in the heat of the day. Has she eaten anything today? Probably not. She’s been forgetting to eat quite often lately. Her mind is a mess. She misses Amber.

So there she is. Leaning against a large tree. Resting for the moment. Just until she’s able to go back to running again.

Macsen scratching at his iron grey hair, his fingers seemed to curl most in the white shock near the front left side. His unwholsome and sickly green eyes watched the girl leaning on the tree. His stooped form in black robes blended into the shadows from the taller trees on the forrest floor.

He waits only long enough for her to catch her breath. This has already happened several times, she's run and stopped and then run again. He really would like to talk to her between the episoded of running. If he must he can talk to her while she does, but, he isn't really in the mood.

She seems to be breathing instead of gapsing in air, so he takes the time to speak now. His hollow sounding voice echos when it should not among the trees. Easy enough to explain away though, after all he's dead.

"Abby, you should talk to me. I know all about it you know." And he did.

He knew all about what her brother was and did, all about Amber dying, he'd been in possesion of the presidign physician, and all about just how much Abby resented Matthew. He'd been watching, waiting fro the boy to show some way he might be useful. Thus far the incubus had only come up with tormenting Doctor Benedict, which amused Macsen in it's own right.

Abby though, might prove much more useful than Matt had, she possesed a marked intelligence that Mac could use, oh yes, he could no doubt get her to intercede in corporeal matters for him. He just needed to play the game. Mac is a master at the game......

Leaning against the tree. Trying to catch her breath. Yes. It has happened several times already. She’s been running nearly all morning long thus far. This last round was an hour and a half before she needed to stop and breathe again. Her heart hurts. She thinks that if she runs long enough, she can just run away from it all. She’s already ran miles from her parents house. Miles away from that prick of a brother.

She’s breathing easier now. Not entirely but enough to not be gasping like she had been when she first started out. Maybe she should have actually brought some water with her or something. She’d left her parents house in such a terrible hurry. Before any of them had even woken in fact. She just wanted to be alone right now. Away from the sorrow. Away from everyone. Everything. Especially her sick ass brother.

She’s leaning over slightly with her hands on her knees. Her face is very flushed both from all the running and from doing so in the sun. At this rate, the poor girl is going to run herself into the ground. She’s not eaten in a few days and forgot to bring water with her. Yes. She’s running nearly ragged at this point.

Her head shoots upward and gaze sweeping around her. “Who’s there?” she asks. “What do you want? Talk to you? You know about it? What do you know about?” There is no fear in her voice. She’s too tired to be scared at the moment. Besides, she just doesn’t care about anything at this point.

Intelligence. Yes. Abby is quite intelligent. She has a 4.0 grade point average and, up until now, has never missed a day of school. She is, indeed, quite intelligent.

"Know abou what your brother did. Look behind you and to the left. I'm afraid I'm not quite solid. It happens when you die." He says in that same cold voice.

If this was anyone else, I’m sure they’d either be freaking out or would have already panicked and taken off again. However, this is Abby. Half incubus. Half human. Not a whole lot freaks her out. Besides, she’s so numb inside at the moment, she really doesn’t care. Seriously. How can one care about getting freaked out when they feel so terribly numb inside? She misses Amber. Damn it she misses her.

She pushes up off of her knees and starts to turn around. Eyes go in the direction of where the voice told her to look. She narrows them slightly as she spots the form. “What do you want?”

"Revenge is high on my list, care to help?" he asks almost smuggly.

Her eyes stay narrowed as she stares at the form. “Elaborate,” she simply says. Her tone of voice is just flat out dull. What do you expect from someone who feels numb still?

"Well, you know what your brother does, how do you think I wound up this way? Just like your friend, he got me too. Arent' you interested in makeing your brother pay?" He asks the girl. He knows she is, he can feel it, all that negativity, it nearly turns him on.

She moves around the tree and leans back against it on the side towards the ‘being’ she’s listening to. “Are you shittin’ me?” she says. “Needle dick did this to you?” Is it really that obvious that she hates her brother. “Tell me about making him pay...”

I know, Mac's lying, you know it too, and so does he, obviously Abby has no clue though.

"Well, I'm a bit limited in what I can do. I would think that's obvious. I don't really have a fully hatched plaqn yet either, but I was thinking, I can do things you can't like spy on him, undetected. Perhaps we can coordinate our efforts. Then there'll be a few less souls getting sucked dry in the world, hmmmm?" he says.

He makes an alliance with him sound so reasonable, doesn't he? Even though he is in fact really the one who killed her sest friend, he lies well, we must give him that.

Of course we know Mac is lying. Abby doesn’t though. Besides, she hates her brother and all that he stands for so much that it probably wouldn’t really matter either way. Anything to get back at him for her best friend dying. She blames it entirely on Matt you know.

She listens and nods every so often. Narrowed eyes not once leaving him. “I’ve got something else hanging over his head,” she says. “Blackmail I guess you could say. He’s not supposed to be doing anything of what he does with anyone. I’m not able to watch him all the time but I know. I know when he’s done something he shouldn’t.”

She grows silent for a few moments while she thinks about this. “What’s in it for you?”

"There was that whole revenge thing, you know, how can I possibly avenge myself all alone like I am? He did drain me to death. Really I'd like the fucker to die, but I'd understand if you won't help me take my revenge that far." he tells the girl.

“Suffer, yes. Die, no,” she says. “That would mean that he wouldn’t have to pay for his crimes anymore. What would be the fun in that?” she says. “What do you want from me? Obviously you must have something in mind if you’ve come to me.”

"Well you know all about him, I really don't know much, so what can I do to as you say, make him suffer?" Mac asks.

Of course she knows all about him. It’s her brother. Unfortunately. “Make certain he can’t ‘feed’ on anyone,” she states. “If he does, his dirty little secret gets to be brought out into the air.” And what dirty little secret would that be?

"Make sure he can't feed, give me a suggestion on how to do that, Darling, I'm not even solid. What secret, is it something I can use?" He asks very curious.

“He’s been fucking his Spanish teacher,” she states blandly. “And I’m sure he’s ‘feeding’ off of her in the process. That’s what he does. She gives him good grades and he fucks her.”

"Well, he likely doesn't know any Spanish then. That doesn't help me much though. Unless.....Is the spanish teacher married?" He wonders outloud.

“Yeah,” Abby says. “She is. That’s why it’s such a dirty little secret. That’s why I’m able to hold it over his head and blackmail him with it so easily.”

"I see then getting her to stop screwing him would ruin that for you.....hmmm, well let me think....." the mage says. really this is all sport anyway, he really could care less, ecxcept for one little fact...Matt raping his son. He was still very angry about that.

Abby knows nothing about her brother having raped the little boy. My god would she be pissed off to no end to find out that he did that to a little boy. Doing it to an adult or someone older is one thing. But to a little boy?

“I like that I can hold that over his head so I’d rather not get him to stop. Although,” she says. “Because of what I told him he couldn’t do, he shouldn’t be fucking her anyway.” She glances around the area briefly. “I’m open to any suggestions...”

"Well, if I got her to fail him, would that be a nice start?" he asks.

A grin spreads across her face. First grin since the death of her best friend. “That would be hilarious,” she says. She doesn't ask how he plans to go about doing that.

"I'll get to work on it. Meanwhile see if you can figure out if he has any other regular sourses of food." Mac says So I can starve him out.......

She merely nods. “How do I find you again?” she asks finally after a few minutes.

"I'll find you, I know where you are most of the time, unless you want to pick a regular tiem and place to meet." The spectre tells the girl.

“Out here,” she says. “Late afternoon. I don’t want to chance anyone finding out. It’s easier that way.” She pauses. “Especially my brother.”

The spectre agrees, for now, though he hardly finds the notion appelaing he has so much to monitor in the city, he hates being out here.

“Done with me than?” she asks. “When do you want to meet?”

"Three days from now. If that suits you, I need to spend some time studying up on the Spanish teacher." He says with a wicked grin.

“What do I call you? I mean, you’ve gotta have a name. You know my name...”

"Max, you can call me Max." he tells her. It's close enough without being the truth.

“Alright,” she says. “We done for now?”

"We are." he says with a curt nod at her.

“Later,” she says and turns away from him. She takes a few steps and begins to resume her running. She decides to go ahead and head for home.

The spectre disperses to travel other planes in order to reach the city more quickley.