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She smiled at him softly, trying to show him that she thought the same thing. "It isnt fair baby, I know. But who knows? All we can do is pray for a miracle love. I want a child as well, but I understand that as long as I have you then that will make me content." She gently brushed some of his tears away looking him in the eyes with her crimson ones. All she could do was give him some glimmer of hope in her own smile and a ressurance that everything was going to be ok.

Tilting her head so that she was resting her head against his, she tightened her grip on him, whispering into his ear, "It will be ok." She forced a smile on her lips as she continued to embrace him, taking a deep breath. Swallowing hard, she tilted her head down so that her face was facing his neck as well, fighting back tears. They were tears not just for the fact that she might not be able to give Krii the kind of legacy he wanted, but also for the child that she might not ever have. "It'll be ok," she whispered again, seemingly more for herself than for Krii at this point.

Trickling his thoughts across the endless lake that was his mind, David's attention was more concentrated on escaping any chance that the Vampires would have a grasp on him. So, that is why he came here to the inner city of New York, a place controlled by mortals. Men and women who were under no control of the immortal species. A place he could use as a temporary "stay safe place."

With both hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, and his collar up, David's eyes sharply dances from every individual he saw, suspecting everyone he saw as possible enemies.

He was heading through the city for now, and going to a nearby all night restaurant that a close friend of his once owned, but was passed on to his successor. An individual who David had never really the palate to sit in company for too long. None the less, it was refuge from the Vampires for now, until they could catch wind of what he was planning.

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"So what brings you here, David?" said the voice in the other room.

"Do you want the truth or what's really going on?" David replied, grinning lightly.

"What's really going on of course." came back to him from the room.

"Hmm, I'll sum it up for you. To prevent myself from being destroyed for wanting to do a deed that would end up in either my own death or my salvation, I've come here to a part of the city that is more or less out of the reaches of the immortal races." he spoke, trying to seem funny.

"And this terrible deed is?" said the voice once more.

"A secret for now." replied David, watching as the voice finally came to sight, stepping from the back room door. Sarah McLockley was her name, and she hated David with her entire being.

"Secrets, secrets. You're full of them." she said, removing her apron and tossing it onto the nearby counter.

Avoiding both confrontation and the question, David changed subject.
"So, not too busy these days, are you? I thought this was a twenty four - seven restaurant?"

"It is. It's just a slow night." she said, rather annoyed now.

Sitting in silence as Sarah cleaned behind the bar, David's eyes followed every movement she made for a while, and then sat back in the chair.

Sarah was the daughter of the late Ferv McLockley, a close friend of David, who had died of an apparent heart attack. Ferv was a immigrant from Ireland who David had helped put the restaurant-bar together. Ferv was human, along with his daughter, mortals to put it bluntly. Ferv had no problem when he had heard it from David years back, and even told his daughter when she was old enough to understand.

David had not aged even the slightest since they first met. He had no wrinkles, not a gray hair on his head. He remained young forever, while his friend Ferv, grew old and withered away. David envied his friend's mortality.

"David..." spoke Sarah, abruptly breaking the silence that dominated the room, and snapped him from his moment of memory.

"Mmm, yes?" he inquired.

"Do...do you have children? A wife even?" the question posed was a bit unusual, as she had never before asked such things.

Smiling, David responded "No. Not for a long time."

"Why not?" she asked again, cornering him into a real answer.

David paused, not speaking for a few minutes.

"I've never felt the love needed for it." he said, leaning back in the chair.

"Oh..." she replied, leaving the conversation there.

A half hour passed. David was relaxing in the chair, sleeping even. Sarah cleaned, had a drink and was reading a book behind the bar.
Waking from his sleep, he looked at the time.
[Hmm...two hours to sunrise.] he thought to himself, formulating new plans in his mind.

Standing from the chair, he made his way to Sarah and leaned against the bartop and grinned lightly.

"So, thanks for letting me make camp here, can you do me a favour?" he asked.

"Mmmm, fine. What is it?" he said in a regretful tone.

"These..." David spoke, removing a handful of notes from his coat and placing them on the counter "...I need you to put them in a safe place."

"Alright. I'll cram them in a safe. Anything else?" She mumbled out.

"Nah. That's alright. I'm going upstairs, dawn is approaching and I can see that customers will start pouring in any minute now." He chuckled, heading to the back room and up the stairs to the second floor. The place was basically a house above a restaurant.

Heading to the room that once was Sarah's, but now a guest room since Sarah moved into her father's room, David shut the drapes and locked the door to the room.
He now had time to think.

"Two weeks until the day..." he whispered "...two weeks."

The next nite Kim went back into China Town and found the female gang members of the 'Red Dragons' at thier club house trying to figure out what had happened to the men. There was only 5 males left and they were visibly armed. Kim smiled and went to the outside box and pulled it from the club house; Then she went in.

The five males weren't her primary targets but she killed them all the same. She was fixed upon one of the females and rendered her unconsious
with the 'Stunner' and left the club house. She took the girl to a deserted
warehouse and waited for her to wake... the girl was disoriented and scared as she looked at where she was. "Cosey little place don't you agree" said Kim. The girl strained to see who had spoken but could only see shapes in the darkness. She was suddenly yanked to her feet and held there for a moment before letting her go to fall to her knees. "You belong to me now...your past affiliation with the 'Red Dragons' is done."
"You will become my lieutenant....betray me in any way and you'll meet a
fate worse than you can imagine."

With that Kim swooped down on the girl and tilted the girl's neck. Kim could
feel the fear and it was intoxicating and then she bit. She drank in the heady emotion of fear and went farther by drinking her blood to where she would be weak but in no danger of dying. The link was there Kim could feel it and as the girl was pressed up against Kim she spun her around and dominated her by crushing her will and bending it to hers. Thus
Kim laid the girl gently on the floor and let her fall into a deep sleep.

She nodded as she fastened her seatbelt in the Krii'vette, giving him a soft smile. "What ever you want to do love," she said with a smile, leaning over in her seat to lay her head on his shoulder. Just being this close to him somehow made things a little bit better.

Kim left the girls one evening and came back much later carrying two clay pots and a branding iron. The first pot's paste was placed on the girls tattos or markings to remove them from thier skin and heal the area. Then each of the girls were branded with the symbol of the 'Ghost Shadows' at the nape of thier neck and the second pot's paste was used to help reduce the pain of the branding and promote healing

The girls practiced 8 hours daily on thier martial arts and another 10 hours
on the pistol range and other skills the 6 hours remaing were for meals and sleep. And Kim had a continuos supply of psyhic energy to tap(a little at a time so as not to drain the girls to much).

The next couple of days seemed to haze on by, slow and dreary, David's mind occupied with the matters to come.
David had not kept track of days any longer, as even after the years went by, it became a tedious task to try and count the hours of eternity. He did not know what day it was of which week of whatever month it might happen to be, nor did he care any longer. After a millenia and a half, you tend to become apathetic over some things.

Tonight though, he left the empty room of the restaurant's upper floor. He left it the way it was when he first came. A room of solitude and loneliness and a room of memories distant from now.

To the streets he roamed, the full moon lighting his paths in the night.

He was hungry.