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She couldn't help but grin as she caught sight of the blush rising to Kamiru's cheeks in the moonlight.

I wonder if he actually might fancy me...He's cute enough, a bit tall, but all things can be worked with...until he learns what I am...might as well at least enjoy the moment Jadelyn found that her eyes were scanning over him as she thought and she blinked, taking a small step forward, her hands running along her sides, smoothing the fabric of her corset.

"I would love to have your company on this walk." She kept her pace slow, eyes glancing towards the sky to check to see how long she had before daylight came.

Her eyes narrowed for a moment, noting the position of the moon. It is probably somewhere near 3am..I have a few hours to spare. Jadelyn turned her attention to Kamiru now, safe in the knowledge that daylight wouldn't reach her soon.

She gave a throaty laugh, eyes seeming to sparkle. "There is nothing wrong with curiosity. I'm an artist. That building you first saw me leaning against.." She pointed over her shoulder absently. "It's mine. I'm going to open a tattoo studio. If I ever stay behind to actually work on the building instead of going out for walks when I feel restless." Her voice seemed to become more animated as she spoke of her art and her studio, hands gesturing.

Jadelyn tilted her head as she watched Kamiru search his pockets, almost stumbling along the crack in the sidewalk but catching her balance quickly. Her head slightly shaking. So easily distracted by a simple boy? Her thoughts taunted her.

She opened her mouth to invite him to stay with her when she clamped her mouth shut, thoughts racing. Oh yes, that's a fine idea Jade...have him live with you and find out what you are and flee...you're a brilliant one. Jadelyn sighed, pushing a hand through her hair and chewing at her lip. Fighting with herself on whether or not to help the boy or keep distance between them.

"I'm..I'm afraid I'm not sure. I only searched for my building. There's enough space for two.." She mentally smacked herself, but forced her voice to continue. "I mean, if you really need a space. But yanno..ya don't have to stay...you have a hotel room, I...oh...I'm not making sense."

You're babbling, dearie..is what you are doing. The boy has you babbling. Never would have guessed that you would go this crazy without your art She bit her lip again as she thought, eyes watching the sky.

Oh dear, this will be interesting Jadelyn sighed again but then smiled up at Kamiru. She placed her hand on his, carefully pushing the pendant back towards him, biting her lip as she tried to find the right words.

How can I tell him I have power enough on my own? She shook her head, deciding to go from a different angle. "Don't be silly, Kamiru. You're offering to help with the building and that in itself means the world to me. You never know, you might end up needing that and I'll feel bad for have taken it from you."

Jadelyn smiled at him. "Yes. I'm sure. Your company will be wonderful and you can always offer it again to me later if you feel the need." She winked at him and then jerked her head towards the sky as he mentioned that it was almost morning. Oh hell... She nodded and waved at him. "Of course, take care of whatever you need to. I will see you tonight." She gave him one last smile before moving towards her studio, trying to not walk too fast while he was in sight. She rushed to get home before morning hit, smiling in relief as the door to her studio came in sight.

Rafael barely listened to the coven leader's rambling, ignoring the girl, Luella, entirely. He was only hard to find when he wanted to be.

"I am well aware of these attacks you speak of," he said, sounding immeasurably bored. "There is a demon here, and he is not very hard to find. Just listen for the snake's scales or follow the smell that clogs the air worse than pollution."

He finished his drink in one swallow as the mortal boy who's pendant was the object of Lucius' attention slid off his bar stool and left, uncomfortable with all the looks he was receiving.

With a quiet laugh that was barely audible over the music he looked back at the trio of vampires with some amusement.

"I understand why you are having such a terrible time trying to track the thing. I've been here for at least two years now and you only now have realized my existance. How many times have I passed one of you on the streets? And how many times have you passed by, never noticing me?" Here he paused, wondering for a moment just what they all thought of him, but then let it go and continued. "The demon has much better shielding than I; you have very little hope of finding him, unless, of course, he finds you."

'But we've already seen what happens when he finds you, haven't we?' he thought, leaning back against the counter, being careful of his left arm that was still a little sore from the fight, and watching the mortals as they drank and danced and spoke with each other, more interested in finding a nice meal than in the three from the coven. He knew his attittude would most likely annoy them, but it did not seem important to him. He hid his mind entirely from them, then, not allowing them to sense his presence as they had before, wondering just what their reactions might be.

Jadelyn rose at dusk, frowning as she realized she had slept in her clothes. Running a hand through her hair, she walked over to the suitcases in the corner of the bare room, switching her black corset for a red one and her camo pants for her favorite black skirt. Strapping her boots on, she glanced at her arm, the ink from the marker completely gone leaving no trace of its previous existance.

Wish it would hold...she sighed as she stood, deciding to be careful to avoid any fading sunlight and straighten up around the building before heading out to feed, her hunger already making its presence known at the back of her mind. Perhaps tonight she'd actually go shopping and get some furniture for her bedroom above the studio. Wouldn't be a bad idea considering that company is coming over she thought with a smile.

Rafael listened to the vampire's ranting, laughing silently at his companions, or rather 'minions' as Lucius thought of them. Anger sparked in his mind at the idea of being used as a 'tool' against the demon. He fought for no one but himself and those select few whom he cared for. Of course, if the demon intended to threaten the entire city or if it killed excessively, he knew he would have to do something about it quickly.

He turned away, leaving the dark alley behind as he headed home to his library. Maybe he could find some information on this intruder. Its weaknesses and strenghts and faults.

He felt dawn approaching on the edges of his mind but refused to worry about it. The sun had ceased to bother him so long ago that he couldn't recall a time when he had ever been badly hurt by it. He spent the day leafing through the books in his personal library and, after finding nothing of any use, left for the public library sometime around three in the afternoon.

He found very little information on the demon he had encountered, and most of it was speculation and theory. The only solid fact seemed to be the universal truth of nearly every known creature; the only way to kill it was decapitation followed by complete incineration and carefully scattering the ashes so that there was no possibly chance it could come back.

With a sigh, he closed the book and put it back on the shelf, giving a tired smile to the librarian before heading back home to catch a couple hours of rest before nightfall. He knew the coven would be looking for him, and he was curious about the boy he had seen in the club the other night.

He had never carried a key for his house, he didn't even think there was one, but unlocking the door with his mind had always been so easy to do. His apartment was tiny, though not for the inability to afford better. Indeed, he could afford the entire building if he chose, but he didn't want it.

The four room box suited him just fine. Sure, the kitchen was tiny even though it was completely open to the living room, but he usually ate out anyway. The living room was about the size of his bedroom and bathroom combined, but his bedroom just managed to hold a twin sized bed and a small dresser, while his windowless bathroom was a toilet that slid under the sink and was most likely rusted with disuse and a curtained shower he never needed but used often anyway.

His curtains were black in the living room, contrasting nicely with the cream coloured carpet and matching nicely with the black leather loveseat and chair and the small glass and iron coffee table that held a few of his books.

Where his living room and kitchen were done entirely in an artistic black and white, his bedroom had a little more colour to it. The pillows on his bed were blood red, the carpet being midnight blue, the dresser - sandalwood. The lampshade was a deep purple that could pass for black by candlelight and the lamp itself was gleaming chrome silver; the curtains seemed to be tye-dyed, but the colours were too dark to be certain.

With a tired yawn, he flopped down on his bed, quickly falling into a dreamless sleep, not bothering to set his alarm because he rarely needed it.