[Evil Tink]

Solomon shook his head, "I said no! He can't come back and I shouldn't even be here myself!" He stood from the couch, pushing Hayden away, "Now one of you best kill me or I-" He shuddered a bit, feeling the chill. He was about to walk off when Mystic spoke.

Mystic looked over, puzzled, "Strange..that's never happened before..rather interesting~ Ah, I shall wait until you come to your senses Solomon~ I know you want him~" He grinned deviously, leaning back on the couch as he crossed his legs at the knee. He patted the couch, looking at..well..no one really he spoke in a tone of voice that only the Spirit would be able to hear; he didn't want to announce it right this second, "Come, sit. I can keep you here without you getting hurt. I have a feeling we know who you are~" He jumped a bit as he heard a commotion to the left and saw Solomon and Hayden on the floor. "Well~ I had..wait..Hayden!"

Hayden grinned as Solomon said someone should kill him, "I see I was wrong in my selfish act..I'm sorry Solomon. At least, I can get a good meal out of it~" She lunged forward, biting down hard on his neck. She knocked him to the ground, quickly drinking his blood. She held him down with her hands as he struggled, "I knew you didn't really want to die Solomon, but you made up your mind." Soon, Solomon stopped moving and his heart stopped.

Hayden sat up, licking the blood from her lips, "Well then...moving along." She moved her eyes up and down, counting in her head; she doubted either of them would notice. Suddenly, she pulled a knife from a sheath on her leg, dragging it across her palm, "Trust me Mystic, I know what I'm doing. Solomon didn't say how dead he wanted to be, and I know that once he's turned and had a good meal, he'll be thinking clearly..he'll want you to bring Holden back.." She shoved her palm on his mouth, forcing him to drink.