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Siya’s bright, naughty mood was cooled nearly as swiftly as it began. She rounded a bend in the cave just behind Atticus, still pleased at having assisted the Red-head, and froze even as Atticus did. That the incubus was so big and broad meant that she couldn’t see what had frozen him. She resisted stomping her foot in frustration, instead rectified the problem by stepping to the side and peering around him. Her eyes narrowed at the scene. The two young women clearly holding the elder woman ensorcelled were the threat, only a fool would need to be told that, and Siya was no fool. She heard Henry’s words and though Nixie was a familiar word, she did room with Veti who knew such things, it mattered not too much in the overall scheme of things. 

Her pupils, already huge in the dim cave seemed to grow even more, growing impossibly large until they eclipsed the small band of bright blue, continuing to grow until her eyes were two black spheres that glittered as she took in the scene. Even as that wickedly sharp knife moved, sliding across the paper-fine skin of the elderly woman, Siya was moving. Her dancer’s limbs blurred as she slipped [i]between[/i], moving impossibly fast. That she didn’t move before the knife had, would trouble her afterwards but it was done she could only move forward, she’d yet to discover if she could indeed, move back. She had hope that someday, she might. For now she moved forward with speed fueled by her ancient bloodline, power she’d taken on when the eldest of her line had fallen in the battle that had also taken Max from them. She had not had the time or the attention she’d needed to master this new power, only slowly working her way into it around tending to Veti but it was considerable and frightening to the young Vampire. That others knew more about it troubled her, but so far none of her inquiries had met with answers or help. She was on her own. She was young for all the ancient power of her blood and youth was what held her back. Youth was an affliction only cured with time, no matter the power the body contained. It was with that power that she moved, eating up the space between them faster than thought. 

She slid through space feeling reality brushing up against her like cobwebs and just as likely to stop her. She was small, but small things at great speed had a great impact so when she slipped back into reality, out from [i]between[/i] she did so at considerable speed and hoped that the impact of slamming into the whispering, Wet Bitch would break her, sending her flying with a considerable, Siya-sized exit wound allowing the ancient she-wolf to defend herself in the absence of the ensorcelled whispers. 

With a flexing of her growing will she popped back out from between, grinning and ready for the impact.