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Her smile evened out. She closed her eyes and sniffed the air. She looked back at him and waved her arm toward the gang, "Lead the way, master."

Amelia hadn't moved away from the vampire girl. She'd seen her make her way to her, far to quick for anyone else to catch. Wow, some of her energy was returning from only one....meal? Wasn't that interesting. She didn't respond to the vampire's comments either, mainly because she found it quite disturbing and odd for a demon's blood to be preferred over a human's...
And then she heard them talk about hunting. She stood immediately.
"This is where my time with you ends." She said as she dusted herself off. Hunting humans, after so recent a taste Amelia would likely be unable to stop hunting, like giving a starving human only a taste of food and setting a buffet before them later. The craving for human flesh and marrow grew with every one that passed by. If the blood were actually opened near her she would loose control.
"You've been a wonderful source of entertainment." She shoved her cap over her ears then jumped into the alley way to join the throng of humans unnoticed.

The only thing more gloomy than the baren streets of New York was the gothic woman that perambulated the sidewalks as if she were some sort of phantasmic being. No one was there to disturb her and she wasn't necessarily there to disturb anyone else either. Just the dead silence and stillness of the night, the coldness of the season and the calm and evenly timed clack of her boots against the rough pavement. She did not once drag her feet or scuff her boots, just a clean, brisk walk through the evening. The strange thing about her, though, was that as she walked she slipped some contacts over her eyes and a pair of dark purple sunglasses covered them quickly afterwards. Aside from the purple glasses and a few silver accessories, everything she wore was black.

Meredith Jackson made her way into a small cafe that she'd come to appreciate when she'd first came to New York and had made a home here for herself. She'd been a fairly frequent customer since their french vanilla lattes were to die for. The woman headed into the joint, almost guaranteed not to be recognized from before and she ordered her favourite drink and made some light conversation about the dark times. "Wow you guys don't have security here or anything and you're opened this late when there are vampires roaming about?"

The middle aged woman's eyes darted to Meredith's axe and a small smirk befell her. A moment later she responded. "We've no need of security when vampire hunters like you are out there patrolling the streets. Of course there's always the chance that ... something could happen but not likely if they want to live for a good long time."

"Oh? You do realize that these creatures are tens of hundreds of times stronger and faster than you are, right? Even people like me have trouble with them and I'm not exactly unfit for the position. Or maybe you're a non-believer and think that this is a whole bunch of bull s**t that the press decided to pull? Is that why you're so confident about having your place open at this time of night?" She smiled from behind her dark purple sunglasses and watched as a young girl made her latte for her. Eden could smell it from the counter and she was sure that the thing would hit the spot. She needed a little buzz in her system and caffeine was a hell of a lot better than other things she'd done to get buzzes.

The middle aged woman excused herself and went to ring in Eden's order on their cash register while the young girl brought the latte to Meredith.

Meredith made her way around the counter and gently placed exact change down on the counter as well as a five dollar tip and gave the small girl a smile before disappearing from the cafe to get a move on. If she was going to go stalking after lycans and demons in a subway she figured she'd best not completely fall behind since they could actually move their asses if they were in a hurry. However, they'd be paying attention to special details and wouldn't be wanting to overlook anything so she figured she had a bit of time.

What bad luck this Meredith Jackson had. It so happened that Alasdair had his ears everywhere, and on that small coffee shop was no exception.

Before Alasdair departed the city of New York, since the Federal Bureau of Investigation were drawing dangerously close to the operations he had been orchestrating not too long ago, he had formed a small army of vampires. And although Alasdair had left the city, the vampires remained ever vigilant and undercover.

One very low ranking vampire had been assigned with remaining undercover and surveillance the surrounding area of that coffee shop, since the establishment was open until ridiculously late every night. So the lowly vampire, a young male vampire who could not have been older than twenty when he was turned, had taken a night-time job as a janitor. He spent his nights doing mortal duties, the owner and workers of the establishment were oblivious of his nature, and he always kept a very low profile.

The worker, to that day, had never actually needed to report anything suspicious but he (as well as all other vampires that were under the employment of Alasdair) had received the news that Alasdair had returned to the city. And they all knew the situation around the city.

The reason why Meredith Jackson was unlucky is that she began to talk about vampires and hunters. The man was at the back room when the woman entered the cafe, he was doing the routine prep for cleaning the floor, and with his superhuman hearing he overheard the word vampire. It was nothing new, since the creatures of the night had become a very hot topic for mortals, but the man always perked his ears whenever someone mentioned them. This time his attentiveness paid off, since he overheard the old woman behind the bar calling the customer a hunter.

Whenever any of the undercover agents found the location of a hunter, a lycanthrope or a demon they where supposed to report it back to the general HQ, which was done by radio contact only. The man did so as soon as he confirmed the identification of the hunter. The information instantly reached Alasdair's virtual HQ, and was quickly siphon into the massive databases.


Alasdair did not know where Meredith Jackson, but he knew that she was in the city somewhere. So the vampire took a few steps away from Veroen, he moved towards the staircase by the center of the rooftop. He moved because he did not want Veroen to listen to what he was about to say, since Alasdair preferred that no one know about his minions. When he had moved a far enough the vampire reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a state of the art blackberry cellphone. Alasdair immediately used speed dial to contact the information database.

The phone rang only once before it was picked up by a woman's voice at the database. Alasdair inquired about the latest information about Meredith Jackson, since Veroen was so close by Alasdair used a very low whisper that would be hard to hear for any vampire farther than ten feet.(not to mention human hearing) To Alasdair's surprise, there was very recent information about said hunter, the voice informed the vampire that only moments ago she was spotted at a coffee shop. The woman told Alasdair the directions of the coffee shop and the direction of which she headed after exiting.

It was very good news for Alasdair, since his minions rarely came up with any relevant information. When the vampire had all the information he needed, he ended the call and buried his cellphone back into one of the outer pockets of his trench coat. Then the vampire turned his violet gaze back to Veroen, and this time he had a smile on his face. "It seems I know where Meredith Jackson is." He said to the other vampire with a pleased tone. "She is at a coffee shop, not too far from here. I will go and talk to her." He added, then he turned on his heels and headed towards the opposite direction of his brethren. He walked only for a few steps before breaking into a run and leaping off the roof of the building.

Alasdair landed on the rooftop of the neighboring building, which was also imposingly tall, and as soon as the sole under his feet touch the concrete he continued running across the rooftop. He repeated the process with numerous buildings until he reached a building that was at a safe distance for him to land on the street. When he landed on the street, he made sure to be on the right direction towards the cafe. The vampire did not had time to waste with mortal speeds, so he mustered all his superhuman speed into a single dash that would make his invisible to a human eye, and it took him a moment to reach the cafe.

The vampire was not stupid, he knew that he could not just appear out of thin air on the middle of the sidewalk, so he was on a dash until he reached the dark alley that was a few buildings from the cafe. Alasdair then straightened his clothes, and stepped out of the shadows and onto the street. He saw a woman dressed in black walking through the sidewalk, he knew that she must be Meredith because she still had a coffee mug from the coffee shop.

Alasdair decided to make the frontal approach, since he was more than capable to defend himself if she decided to become hostile. He used a mortal's average walk speed to catch up to the woman in black, it did not take long for him to reach the woman but he tried not to sneak up on her. Instead he approached the woman the woman with a pleasant smile on his lips and his hands on his pockets. "Edith." He called out softly, "I am Veroen's acquaintance." he added softly as he reached the woman. He decided to say it quickly because he thought it would be easier to get her to join his side if she trusted him and believed he was a good man, which he was...mostly.

Of course Meredith wasn't as oblivious as she perhaps opted to seem. Though she walked the streets with her headphones covering her ears no actual music came out of them, they were simply a distraction she used to lead immortals to believe she couldn't hear them when they were sneaking up on her. This was not at all the case and the vampire slipping out of the shadowy alleyway tailing her did not escape her keen observational abilities either. However, she wasn't going to make a fuss of anything unless he decided to tail her too long or if he made the worst and final mistake in his life and decided to attack her as one of his victims.

Just as she was about to look over her shoulder to let him know that she knew full well that he was there, he addressed her first. The instant he knew her name she frowned and grew highly suspicious of him until he explained that he was associated with Veroen. However, this vampire seemed pretty rusty on his social skills and since he was cutting to the chase she instantly assumed that he was here because he wanted something. After all, why else would a vampire be stupid enough to tail a woman with a huge-a** axe on her back? "Sounds ... lovely ... I can tell you're here to chat and have tea, what do you want?"

Her response was fairly rude but then again he'd never said anything akin to polite so she figured she'd return the favour and act business-like. It was clear that this vampire was here to talk to her about something and wanted something from her so much so that he hadn't even bothered with typical social graces. A good evening would have sufficed but apparently she wasn't good enough to say good evening to. Perhaps something was wrong with her or maybe him, who knew?

As she walked she began to sip her coffee and grimaced when she scaulded her tongue on it. Realizing that her coffee was still too hot she decided to wait a bit before she decided to brave sipping it again. Meanwhile she sipped a tiny bit of froth off the top since the froth was the best part of it anyhow. She then decided, once the froth was gone, that she wanted a cigarette and she pulled one out of her coat pocket. She tucked her coffee cup between her chest and arm and quickly lit her cig and placed it in her mouth and puffed on it. She put the lighter away and swapped it for the coffee cup she still had tucked under her arm, growing restless as this stranger walked alongside her.

Meredith wasn't exactly the type to be friendly and warm to strangers that approached her in such a cold-hearted manner. She also simply wasn't one to just up and hold hands and skip along with a vampire that clearly wanted something from her when she had no idea who they were. Not to mention he'd tailed her for a bit before choosing to catch up to her and walk with her on a cold night such as this one. Quite frankly she had been given reason to be suspicious of this vampire and just because he was Veroen's friend did not mean that he was necessarily friendly. Until she knew who this vampire was and what he wanted she likely wasn't going to prove to be the friendliest person ever. Not to mention that lately she'd given up on being nice to people for the most part though she wasn't purposely unpleasant for the most part.

She finished her cigarette within a few minutes, taking long and even drags as she walked along and listened to the vampire's story while she clenched the cigarette between her gloved fingers while holding her latte in her other hand. Once finished with the cigarette she threw it on the slightly snowy ground and mercilessly crushed it beneath her boot heel, twisting her heel as she did so to assure that it wouldn't start a fire. She figured that a damp cigarette butt was not a very likely candidate to start a fire but with her recent luck she wasn't really prepared to chance that one. Not to mention her motto was that it was better to be safe as opposed to sorry the situations that involved possible financial bankruptcy so she did away with the cig.

After doing away with her cigarette she casually adjusted her black trench coat that ever so slightly swept the ground due to the length of the coat being a tad too long. It made her seem ominous, though, walking through the streets of New York in a pitch black trench coat that gracefully swept behind her as she stalked along. She didn't mind, though, it made her stand out amongst the rest of New York and yet it hid her at the same time.

She proceeded to sip her coffee after fixing her coat and adjusted her dark purple sun glasses in a stoic manner with her free hand before she turned to look at him, eye brow raised. It was clear she was suspicious of his intentions as she responded in the same cold manner she had as before. "Hi Alastair. I guess you know my name already. And pardon my ignorance but why the hell would a vampire be looking for a hunter in times like these? If anything you'd think that you'd try to avoid people like me seeing as ... well ... you know ... I professionally hunt you? All I have to do is scream, 'Oh mai Gawd a vampire's attacking me!' and every single person within the vicinity would be all over you. I could up and call the press, who in turn will call the FBI to come and exterminate you for me if I was too lazy to. So what exactly are you needing from me anyhow?"

Diego looked to Astarte and raised an eyebrow. "You still want to call me master?" Slightly baffled by this he waved happily to the demoness he had been traveling with. "I'm gonna go kill something your more than welcomed to join if you want. Don't mean to ditch ya but... Well the Fates winds are irratic." With that said he moved onto a ran towards the end of the alley, lept to a wall kicked off it and flew onto a ladder escape. From there he sprung over the wall that was blocking him, he caught himself on the bottom rung of an opposing buildings ladder. He moved like a free-runner through the city with effortless ease.