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Things were just as boring for young Jaques, the vampyr had traveled to his Clans coven and gave his elder's the news he gathered from his few moments in Esthell. Now he was suppose to go back and continue what he had been sent out to do; watch over Ariah and make sure shes a good little girl.

Except that is exactly the opposite of what Mr. Dershowitz wanted to do at the moment. He'd passed by Esthell and continued walking until his maroon colored eyes fell onto this estate. It was quite large, not the biggest, but who's measuring?

Now how did this vampyr make it through the daylight without sizzling to exstinction? Thats quite simple, Jaques found some shade in a small cave off in the distance. When the sun showed signs of falling off and lighting the rest of Gaia he awoke and stumbled out, to continue his journey of not knowing where he was off to.

He had walked around the place for awhile, not daring to talk to anyone or walk into any of the buildings. Until his nose got the nice scent of something. What was that something? It was food, and before the scent hit the nerves in his nose he hadn't realized how hungry he was. So he followed it into the building, turning corners, going up and downstairs, not quite sure where he was headed.

Than he finally found it, and his whole body was delighted. He walked past a couple of table until he was stopped by his whole right side slammed into a seat that a lady had been sitting in. He almost toppled over by surprise, but grabbed the chair to steady himself.

His cover, the one that hid his tourist-ness, was blown. . .Or was it? He wasn't sure.

"Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry." Any girl would die for that slight british accent he tried to hide.

What a small world. Jaques stomache was driving him and he didn't even realize the girl was of his own kin, not from the same clan. . . And she was certainly of the undead kind.

He bowed his head lightly when she told him not to worry. Than she continued, his head popped up from the ground to look into her eyes. She was a smart girl and she knew faces well. That was not good for this man though.

Jaq removed the metal trap that covered half of his face, with his right hand and revealed his clearly handsome face. "I am Jaques Dershowitz. . . I'm not exactly a residence here, more of a hungry passerbyer."

What was meant to be a statement came out more as a question, but he continued. "Unless this is not the passerby type of place, than I will make my leave." He lowered his right hand, still holding his trap jaw and gave a quarter moon smile showing only the tips of his top four fangs.

She offered the glass, but he polietely declined. "I have had my fill of water from the red river." Lies of course, but blood straight from a Homo sapien could kill deary Jaques.

"Something unfortunate?" Forget the checking inn bit, this certainly peeked his interest, not only on the Dark Sakura, but on the girl woman in front of him. "Whatever could you mean-- ?"

He realized he didn't know her name, she never gave it, most certainly because he never asked. How rude, more of him, than of her. So he asked. "I gave you my name, but if I'm not mistaken, I have not gotten yours."

Being a gentlemen, and mostly forgeting his hunger, he lightly touched the top of her chair, slightly pulling it farther from the table, so she may take her place again.

He chuckled lightly as he took the back of the seat and pushed it back towards the table. "I'm afraid all the shadows have ran for fear of being caught in the dark. I have nothing to hide, but if it has seemed that way. . . Well than, I was not aware." Another light chuckle as he strolled around the table taking the seat directly across from Adina.

His elbows rested upon the table in front of him and he smiled again. Though the smile was only seen for a short period as he replaced the metal trap, hooking it underneath his ears.

"Lady Adina," he repeated the name, just to make sure he got it down. He was about to ask if she was of royal blood until she continued. "That is fine with me, knowing too much of someone always puts a damper on good things."

Jaques has also seen too many movies where a crazy person meets an innocent bystander and ends up getting them killed because of the information exchanged. Less information, in his eyes was a much better way to go.

Jaques waved off her apology, as he would have waved off an annoying fly from his face. "I know how it is. I, myself, have been damaged by this thing we call trust."

He thought for a second, her words brought back his hunger and he decided yes, she could help him. "A hamburger maybe? Rare would be nice."

Jaques watched as Adina silently got up and ordered him some food. Unlike Adina, it seems, Jaques has met almost every form of vampires, or vampyrs, however. While training to become an Elder, he traveled the world, and had to study and meet most other races. Usually though, he kept to his own.

She was nothing new to Mr. Dershowitz, prettier than most of the female vampires he'd met. They were usually covered in scars and their lives had aged their looks. . . Though with Adina, she seemed to glow, a bright light of beauty, something that hit Jaques as, well, pretty freakin' wonderful.

When she sat back down he gave a small nod to show his appreciation. "Thank you." Than a question hit him, like a rock in the back of the head, he wasn't sure why, but he just wanted to know; "Do you sleep in a coffin?"

Yeah, he was a true weirdo.

"I've always wondered why vampyrs, or rather vampires," Jaques pronounced "vampyrs" more like "vampiers", "slept in coffins. . . They aren't ver comfortable and they're a pain to open from the inside. Though I have heard that certain vampires can be healed from sleeping in them. I haven't figured out how that works yet, but the key word is yet. . ."

Jaques gave another smile behind his metal jaw and winked lightly. He intertwined his fingers and leaned back in his chair, getting a little more comfortable, but kept his hand on the table top. His left leg slipped over his right, just enough for his ankles to cross.

"My clansmen and myself can heal ourselves with our mucus. Its gross, and we rely on it only when we're severly damaged, but it has a disinfectant that kills bacteria and helps our wounds scab over. . ."

His shoulders lifted slightly and than fell back to their normal positions. He tilted his head to the right slightly, as if the idea that it tied the vampires to their death never accured to him. "Hmm. . . I've always dismissed that thought, because the idea of death scares many, mainly the undead," he untangled his hands to use his fingers as quotations, "and especially those who have just recently been turned. . . Though I've never really discussed it with any coffin dwellers."

His eyes squinted as if he were trying to read something and than they returned to normal. "Though I have only met a few of those types. . . I think they might try to keep from other races, until they need to feed, that is. I wouldn't mind meeting some, poking and proding at them." A slight pause. "Not literally of course."