The Rev sat up and screamed "don't go in there!!" but it was too late. he sighed and seen Ana's coat on him "what the hell? did she try to save me? great now i definetly look like a kid!" he draped her coat over his shoulder and found his soaked trench coat and put it on. he walked over to the coven and pulled out his blade. he knew something wasn't right but he didn't want to save anybody, especially one that tried to kill him. "god damned these human emotions! 2,000 years old and still can't get a hold over them!"
She laughed and began to say something when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She tensed and turned to face the figure. The movement she had seen was the loading and firing of an arrow. She hadn't been able to turn in time to completely step out of it's path, the arrow making it's mark through her right shoulder. The silver tip stuck out of her back, barley visible underneath her shirt. She coughed and fell to her knees as the figure stepped out of the shadows. "Hurts doesn't it, Ana? That's what we feel when one of those little daggers of yours pierces through us." He frowned and looked at Kell. "And who might you be? Another Vatican?"
He jumped to the side and spun to face Kell, raising his cross bow and taking careful aim. Before he pulled the trigger something made him stop and lower his weapon. He looked down at his chest. The arrow he had shot Ana with had pierced his heart from behind. He gave a soft moan and toppled to the ground, a heavily breathing Ana standing behind him and clutching her shoulder.