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Serena was shooting small glances at the two of them from behind her book but the vampire didn't look back again. It wasn't until she'd realised that she had been reading the same paragraph in her book over and over that she closed her book and stood up again, the boy seemed to be having some sort of effect on her and she couldn't concentrate, nor could she confront him while he was talking to a human, so she walked out of the clearing and waited outside for him to finish his conversation so that she could catch him as he walked out.

"200 years?" She repeated, raising a brow. It was a thought provoking concept. Her physique lied to others about her own age, because she was older than she appeared. On the other hand there was Callisto, he only looked around the age of 14, but.. 200 years ago? Regarding the age, yet despite both of their appearences, she suddenly felt like a child.

"Ah--" She began, yet paused when she felt a soft hand lightly touching the delicate skin of her neck. Her lower lip trembled, just slightly and barely noticeable, it was rather invading. However, when she thought about it, the previous question she had asked was also perhaps just the same. For now, she guessed it was one all.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Callisto.." She watched him glance over his should again, how many times had he done that? He seemed nervous. "Is there something wrong?" She asked, following his gaze over to the girl, who shut the book she was reading and walked away to somewhere Eve couldn't see.

"Not that long ago you know." A smile pushed against the corners of his mouth. Embarrassed as to where his hand sat at, it was retreived and both arms were stuck into his pocket. There was a look in her eyes that he saw, she was noticing him stare at another. It was rude to stare, even more offending to neglect the only person willing to open up and actually enjoy something called a 'heart-to-heart' moment... while knowing that he was not exactly human.

A gentle look swept over him- Callisto felt happy. Eve, in ways he did not know, brought petite rays of sunshine into parts of his life where it may of continued to stay dark. "And a pleasure to meet you, Miss Eve." Bowing down to her in both respect and out of normandy, Callisto reached out, taking a gentle hold of her hand and left a light mark upon which to have her remember him. A kiss, a flicker of his lips upon fair skin. It was duty, honor, and habitual for a lady's hand to be marked, usually a kiss, upon introduction. At least, as he was brought up so long agao. Dropping the soft ivory back into her lap, his masculine figure was once more straight into attention.

He could feel himself wanting to stay a while longer. Talk, sing, laugh, watch her dance, watch him whittle, anything. It was the way that she looked so innocent, rather immune to the world and it's horror. Or maybe it was because he had met so many humans, it was the first time that the vampire would just be himself with no one judging his manner. Whatever it was, it was an honor that he had. Her soothing presence wrapped him up for the harsh bitters of what would come after and what told him it was time to go. Had he not been on his quest to find the true meaning of what happened to vampires, he might of stayed. .

"I'm afriad I must leave you now, Miss Eve. There is business to attend to. I would love to tell you yet, this is not the time nor place or even readiness for you to hear." His eyes stared at her hurt as he stood, pushing out a smile. "We shall meet here tomorrow! Same time, yes?" There was that kid look to him again. It would never change... at least not for a long while. Bowing once more to her, he turned, and headed for outside the park. Another day... -Yes,- his combating vampiric voice said -... Another day, but not today. We must find the other. She may know what happened... She may be able to clue us in.-

The man was about to go when to name Griffin! stopped him in his place. It seemed... familiar, but it was not his name. He was Greg... but the starting of the 'gr' did catch him off guard. His eyes did look over his shoulder, but they were not to her, but to others around in the crowd. Had someone called him? It was as he turned around that a hand gripped to his shoudler.

"AH!" his voice screamed as he jumped up slightly, whipping around to a girl smaller than himself. "Oh... my miss. You cannot scare me like that. May I ask was it you who was calling me?" He had had her wrist at first tight for he did not know who it was but now rather limp in his own hand. His eyes were not of amber but of a more chestnut color. Hair was indeed black but it was not as she might of remembered her brother seeing.

((-gasps- That's a lot of writing!-))

The young man watches as the young boy walks away. Well time to be rude, although I don't like it. He called out to the young man. "Excuse me sir. Pardon me if I'm bothering you, but have you seen a young woman around here? Long black hair, rum colored eyes, and perhaps a strange looking pistol?"

((mehsa be back.. it's about that time for lunch))

((Food sounds pretty good right now. I'll have to do that when I leave, in about 4 hours sweatdrop .))

"Thanks for your time." He tries yelling back as the boy walks away. Well, you can't win them all, especially not these days. He turns to where the young lady had been standing and tries asking her the same question. "Have you seen a girl with long black hair, rum colored eyes, and maybe an odd looking pistol?"

"Are you okay?" She asked as she waited for his breathing to return to normal. "And what exactly do you mean you found me out, I would have thought you had already guessed what I was." She said this last bit quietly, though it was still loud enough for him to hear it.