It had started as nothing but a simple feeling, really. Just the nagging sensation that something was wrong and danger was approaching. She thought nothing of it at first, brushing it off as residual paranoia from the day before. But as time passed, Eve found that feeling, not leaving, but growing until she was looking over her shoulder ever few minutes and jumping at shadows. Eve knew she was being ridiculous, because even if something or someone was following her, it wouldn't be a big deal; she knew very well how to defend herself and being immortal meant she was extremely sturdy. Still, she was on edge. That's what caused the Autumn spirit to call on the one person she trusted more than anything. She knew he would come- he always came unless it was past sunset and he was on a job. That's why the young woman found herself sitting atop a swing set in a currently deserted park. Waiting was never something Eve liked to do, yet she constantly found herself doing so because she had no other choice. She wondered if the Fates were screwing with her or she just had that bad of luck. Though given that one of her friends was the very embodiment of luck, she doubted the latter possibility very much. "Evelyn Halwood, do tell me why I can practically taste your unease from three miles away?" Eve jumped when the silky British voice appeared behind her suddenly and she fell off the metal bar, managing to catch herself just before she hit the ground. The spirit sent an accusatory glare the speaker's way as she righted herself. Jett Black, spirit of Fear and pretty much everything that was attached to it. Eve had known him for as long as she could remember and yet she still found herself surprised when he popped up without warning. "Hello to you, too." Eve huffed, noting the way Jett's yellow-green eyes glinted with the smirk his mouth refused to form. When he spoke though, the light was gone like it hadn't been there in the first place, replaced by a slight frown. "What's wrong?" Eve tugged at the hem of her brown shirt and sighed. "That's the problem, I don't really know." Jett raised a thin brow and Eve released her clothing in order to shrug. She knew Jett was likely irritated a bit by her vague answer, but she also knew he wasn't going to push the issue until Eve was ready. If there was anything either of them had learned in the past four hundred years of knowing each other it was that Jett didn't like information being withheld, and Eve didn't like being pressured into speaking until she was ready. The spirit knew she would end up sounding like an illiterate if she didn't get her thoughts together before speaking and had to release an airy chuckle. It was funny how easily she could run her mouth when she didn't have to put thought into her words, but the moment she actually had something important to say intelligible speech ran far away. Eve ran a hand over her shirt to smooth the already few creases in it before pulling her knees under her so she was sitting midair. The woman tried figuring what exactly it was she felt, because saying something felt off wouldn't be enough to impress the gray skinned man. No, she had to put an actual description to this... feeling. This feeling that she was in mortal danger. It wasn't until Jett cleared his throat that Eve realized she'd been quite for too long and the woman released her breath in a loud huff, deciding to just go with whatever came out of her mouth first. "Alright, I... feel like something's wrong. Like I'm being watched, but I see or hear anything... I don't know how to describe it, and I've been feeling it all day." "Fear of the unknown." It wasn't really a question and Eve quickly shook her head, causing Jett to raise a thin brow. "No, it's not that... not exactly..." "Unless you want me to go probing around, you're going to have to tell me what exactly it is." Jett raised his palms in the general direction of her face and Eve quickly shook her head. It wasn't that she didn't trust Jett in her head, it was just... having him sift around through all her different fears -and there were a lot- just felt very invasive... intimate in a way she was only fine with on special occasions. As it was, the Autumn spirit didn't really want to share what her fear was because she didn't want to worry her friend. Although Eve would have been very surprised if Jett told her he hadn't sensed at least a bit of mortal terror; he was usually very good at picking those things up. "Jett... it feels like... like I'm going to die." The man stiffened briefly before he gave a sharp nod and walked toward the nearest patch of shadow. "Wait here, I'll be back." Before the fear spirit could disappear Eve shot to her feet, "Wait! Where are you going?" "To get a protection spell from Patrick." And with those words in the air, Jett shrunk into the darkness, leaving Eve on her own.