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((Oh crap i knew i forgot something.And you don't have to yell. Jez.))

Lissa walked slowly. She still didn't want to leave the vamp alone but thought it wise. "Ok Krissor take me to Cassandra." She told her friend.

After a few moments of rest Alanis decided that she would resume her walk with her dog and go about business as usual unless something out of the ordinary presented itself to her. Of course the woman and Doberman were pretty well off in the under the radar department. After all, how harmful could a foreign exchange student walking her dog before she headed back to her dorm be? Of course this wasn't actually the case but she could definitely pass off as a college student of some sort and seeing as her original intent for coming to New York had been just that it was plausible.

Trace and Alanis had been walking for a fair distance when Trace's nose perked up and he tilted his head in a rather odd manner. Alanis was not used to this signal by any means and she looked at the Doberman for referrence once again in slight confusion herself. She wasn't really sure what to make of this signal since she hadn't taught Trace to tilt his head for anything he sniffed out in particular. Perhaps he was confused? Trace definitely never tilted his head when playful so she could only assume the dog was perplexed about something.

"What is it, boy?" The Aussie accent mixed with Irish sliced through the quiet evening air.

The new hunter then turned her head and noticed an EXTREMELY tall black man who also happened to be really buff. He had a really nice bod and naturally she checked the strange man out a little. He also seemed to have his head in a dread lock pony tail. Dreads weren't really her thing since they seemed kind of dirty but they managed to suit the guy. Soon enough, though, she realized that it was this strange man that'd caused Trace to tilt his head.

Instantly Alanis became more cautious and decided that it was probably best if she keep her distance while keeping a safe eye on this potentially dangerous fellow. If he decided to get in a fist fight with her it was pretty clear who would emerge the victor and who would get pummeled to heaven or beyond. She would have to avoid that and assure that she wasn't beaten to death by his massive form. There were ways around confrontation, a few.

As they tailed the rather tall man, Trace's nose remained perked as he continued to debate on what it was they were tailing. However, either way she was going to keep an eye on this guy, whether he was a human or whether he was nothing of the sort. He seemed kind of suspicious coming out of a dark alleyway by himself and all. She wasn't being racist and assuming he was evil because he was black or because he was tall and kind of unconventional in appearance.

The new Aussie hunter decided that when the man entered the cafe in order to get himself a cup of coffee or whatever it was he was getting that she would keep her distance. She certainly wasn't going to enter the place and with a dog the owners probably wouldn't appreciate her attempting to enter anyhow. Instead she decided to hover out of sight across the street from a hidden vantage point. And when the man came out of the cafe and began walking again she got Trace ready to continue his walk. The Doberman was quite pleased to continue his walk and made absolutely no complaints. That was the nice thing about dogs.

This strange man's seal, however, definitely worked since Trace continued to sniff the air as if the man's scent was magically going to change and somehow become more familiar. However, each time the dog took in the scent with the same result: that scent couldn't be categorized as his master had trained him to do so. It didn't fit into any of the categories he'd been trained to find and this slightly discouraged the canine. He became slightly tense as he walked, his tail no longer wagging.

Alanis noticed Trace's tense stance and smiled since she knew it was because he was trying to make sense of the funny scent the man gave off to him. Perhaps the man had been smoking weed or something and the scent was very potent so Trace wasn't able to get a proper read. However, she was pretty certain that he'd be able to smell a vampire's scent through a substance anyhow.

"It's okay boy."

She continued to wait until the man emerged from the cafe and then she began tailing him again. Alanis walked behind him with Trace until he sat down and actually addressed her while holding out a cup of coffee to her. It was a surprising and unexpected gesture but she didn't meet it with suspicion. She actually blushed, her cheeks turning an evident red at being caught tailing someone that wasn't supposed to know she was there. Meanwhile the Doberman merely continued to sniff around, particularly the man's strange scent.

"Uh, yeah ... This place is pretty cold compared to where I lived. Sorry about that. I was lost and you seemed to know where you were going so I kind of decided to follow you."

Her statement was a lie but there was absolutely no lie detectable. The woman's eyes looked into the tall man's with complete and utter conviction and she even had the nerve to accept the coffee while lying to his face. She offered a sweet but somewhat shy smile and sniffed the coffee before drinking it. It wasn't that she didn't trust this stranger more that it was a habit of hers to assure that she was drinking what she wanted to be drinking since the milk carton back home had been replaced with orange juice as a prank quite a few times.

"Thank you, though, for the coffee."

The man saw the faint blush of the girl. He smiled slightly and handed her the coffee. As the woman got close, she would undoubtedly feel an uncouth bestial, vibrant vitality about him, like the atmosphere was heavier around him. The man turned towards the woman, his turquoise eyes staring into the woman's eyes. His eyes would feel like if they had the power to penetrate into the soul.

He kept his soft smile and slid a bit on the seat. He opened enough space so that the woman could sit down if she wanted to. As he did, he brought the mug to his lips and took a sip of the hot liquid. He took a moment after drinking it and smiled. "Not bad". He said softly.

Sol's eyes then moved down to the woman's companion. He noticed that it was a male, he had a feeling that it would be but he was not sure. "So what is his name?" The man asked the woman as he leaned down a bit to be closer to the dog. He knew the dog would still be confused, so he did not approach it with his hand.

Sol chuckled softly as he heard the comment about her fiery hair. Maybe it was true, but that dog was too well trained for just two years with the owner. Unless she had devoted herself to it, but she looked like a young girl, maybe even attending university. But what was Sol doing, he actually did not care about any of that. He knew she was not a vampire or lycan or demon. She could be a hunter, but that did not bother him as long as she did not start to hunt him. She was quite beautiful though, he would not mind taking her to a dark corner and showing her that it was not only his high and muscles that where very large.

He smiled softly and tried to sneak a glance up at the woman, while pretending to examine the dog. It was only a quick peek, gone in an instant. "Hello Trace." The man quickly said, greeting the dog with his deep voice. "I'm Sol. You look like you have a good owner there." He added and then sat up again, his eyes trying to stay with the dog, resisting the temptation to look back. She looked delicious, but not to eat.

He knew that there was a vampire around. There are vampires all around the city, but he did not care about them. He was not scared of any of them, he just kept them in his temporary memory of his surroundings.

Sol's observation about the dog being trained for more than two years was quite correct. Trace was actually five years in age and he'd been trained for a gruelling four years of his life. She was extremely devoted but to train a dog to be on the canine unit took a few years of training before they were permitted on the squad. It had been fun, though and it'd been an occupation she'd very much enjoyed.

She'd considered commenting on the freckles but drawing attention to those seemed unnecessary and kind of tacky. Yet freckles would make more sense and relate more to innocence than red hair would they not? She honestly didn't know but the man didn't seem to find the comment all that strange. She supposed it worked for him so that was all that really mattered. At least she could only assume that laughter was a good sign and that it meant he was amused by the comment. For whatever reason he struck her as one of those people who wouldn't laugh if they didn't have a reason to.

While Alanis had gotten a pretty good view of his backside and of his rear, she hadn't gotten a decent look at his face at all and his turquoise eyes were quite startling. At the same time, though, they were absolutely beautiful and when she looked into them she couldn't help but stare for a moment as if to confirm she wasn't day dreaming or something. The eye colour seemed highly unnatural and yet it suited him perfectly for some reason.

"Your eyes are very bright and are an absolutely gorgeous colour. Are you wearing contacts or is this your natural eye colour?"

Alanis, being somewhat oblivious and also the slightest bit naieve, did not take notice of the man trying to catch a glance at her. She actually thought he possessed a bit of interest in her dog though apparently that was not the case. The peek, however, hadn't been noticed at all and she simply petted her dog with a sweet smile as the strange man decided to say hello to her dog and introduce himself to Trace. It seemed kind of pathetic that he'd gotten to know her dog's name before her own.

"I guess since you know my dog's name you might as well know mine too? I'm Alanis."