He could see the woman moving around clumsily in the dark. She was unsure of surroundings and his plan was to use this to his advantage and keep her off balance. He did not want to kill the woman. She was doing a job she was hired to do and that was the end of it. She made her way across the room carefully. Heading in his general direction, though she did not know it, made him a little uncomfortable but he could easily maneuver out of her way or even grab her as needed. He continued to watch as her movement became more steady.
"Please, you must understand. I know how this looks. I really do mean to thank you and not hurt you. But..." She hesitated and he slipped silently out of the chair and worked his way around her to the bed and closer to the door that allowed both entry and exit to the room. She smelled of roses and lavender. It was an intoxicating smell to his ole factory sense. She work a one piece black form fitted outfit and a pair of what looked to be leather boots. She was full bodied and had her black hair well kept and braided in to an odd sort of pony tail. The combination of looks and smell made him very wary. It would be easy to get trapped. "But I also need your help. You helped my family once and now they are in danger again."
He could feel her now, reaching out. She was using her empathic sense to try and find his mind. If he had not moved, she would have found him easily. What he did not understand is whey she had not reached out before; while on the bed. If she had this kind of training, it would have been wiser to do that instead of physically moving. Empaths could not only sense emotions but they could somewhat control a person with them as well. They could influence another's feelings or emotions; if strong enough, they could even make someone feel something specific and that would give them a degree of control. After all, if you could make someone feel the right emotions, the would do whatever you wanted them to do. With a body like that, smelling the way she did, he would be putty in her hands if she got in to his head. There was a tricks to avoiding this. One was complete and total darkness. Another was to break line of sight when they were probing your mind. Much like a gun for shooting, if an empath couldn't see the target they could not affect them. They could still sense people but they could not influence them.
"The woman who hired you to kill my family. Her name is Herra. Herra Wolfram. She is not who you think. She isn't just some petty drug dealer in California Country. She is one of The Black. She is in charge of the entire West Coast. All of California Country, Mexico Land, and Canada/Alaska. Well the West Coast of Canada and all of Alaska anyway. Please, " Her voice took on a pleading tone. She seemed almost on the point of tears. The man could tell, even in the dark, that her lower lip was trembling. Being able to see in the dark like that, it made his life so much easier. "I'm begging you. I will pay you what ever you ask. If I can't afford it, I will do whatever it takes to earn your service."
He stood between her and the door. Silent as death itself, he watched her. She had stopped looking for him both physically and mentally. She stood and turned slowly. He wanted to believe her. He wanted to help her. However, if his former employer truly worked for The Black he would be getting in way over his head. He wasn't sure what he could even do to help. He watched and pondered. If what she was saying was true then he had to go back. He had told the people he helped to get in touch with him and he would come help if he could. Could this be what she really wanted?
"There is something Herra did not tell you. Something about the people you were sent to kill. She knew your reputation and hoped you would take us out without finding out who we were. There are some among us that are men but you did not know that. All you saw were the women and children. We knew who you were and we used that to our advantage. We are... special. We are all empaths but we are also something else. Something new. She wants rid of us because we can do more than just sense feelings." Was she staring straight at him? Her gaze had not wavered from his spot. She latched on to his eye almost as though she could see him. "We can do many things. We have many.. talents."
Watching her, he was listening to what she said. Was she manipulating him or was there really something to this? He was genuinely curious and was opening his mouth to speak when suddenly she disappeared from where she had been standing. He blinked and there she was, right in front of him. Barely a hair would fit between the two of them, she was so close. "This is but one thing I can do, Jeerda Boralis." As she spoke, the lights in the room came on and she took his hand in hers.