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Over all of the other voices that rang through the apartment building, Amnity picked up Mephlius' voice right away. She grinned, her hands in her pockets as she picked up her pace a bit. With one more light jump, she was finally back at his window. "Of course! Still powdering your nose love?" She asked with a grin, not opening the window.

Amnity examined him quickly, then smiled. I swear....No one could ever look more attractive. "You look beautiful honey." She teased. The hunter leaned forward, looking like she was going to kiss him, then just grabbed his hand and lead him out. "Now lets just pray there won't be any interruptions..."

Amnity considered it, then shrugged. He was right, she probably wouldn't believe him anyway if he told her she was beautiful. "....No, most likely there will be....Very likely." She climbed down the fire escape, humming a bit. "Balancing out the scale....We already fought this morning, after we watch this movie wouldn't the scale be tipping more to the violence side now?"

Oh damnit....Amnity felt like punching herself. Somehow, she brought the wedding up....Somehow, she wasn't sure how, but she blamed herself for it anyway. Now the hunter can only hope that he would forget about the wedding planning during the movie. She just jumped after him, no flips were necessary. "I suppose you're right...And to think that people say that love can't bloom on the battlefield."

But I don't like biting bullets...They'll most likely go off and shoot your brain. Amnity wanted to say that out loud, but couldn't. Maybe Mephlius was right, they couldn't stay engaged forever.

((Exit: City))

Home. It didn't really have that warm and fuzzy feeling that the usual home had, but it was the only place that Stan knew of in the city where reprieve was possible. Considering that bit, Stan really wondered if allowing Cosette entry was actually a good idea. Hopefully, the sophistication wasn't a sham and her wanting to visit wasn't just another way to tie him up sans interruptions. The possibility was a clear vision within the psychologist's mind. Stan shivered as they got closer; whether the shiver was from fear or the temperature wouldn't be obvious simply by observational means.

The boarding house was about three stories high, the common for the oldest of Brooklyn homes with the qauint attic windows and it's blue mansard roof. Stan passed by the front door of the building, ignoring it entirely and turned the corner to face a set of stairs (built into the side of the house) going down. It was a dark set of stairs, the gloom created the nearby streetlight made it a perfect candidate for an ambush point. Stan didn't like using it. Some people preferred not meeting specific individuals in dark alleys. Stan could do the alley. He couldn't do his staircase. The cobwebs made it so much worse.

"It's down here," He told Cosette dreadfully, procuring a flashlight and shaking it up in order for it to turn on. Leave it to an American to make something you needed to jack off to activate. It wasn't a UV light, which didn't mean he didn't have one, but Stan didn't want to disrespect his guest. The light illuminated the area quite well, but it still didn't help much as he proceeded down the stairs and to his door. "How good so far?" Yeah, Stan lived in a basement. Maybe he should be the vampire.

"I'm a doctor but I don't make doctor money. It was a bomb shelter during the cold war, the house was above it was built at the turn of the century. The shelter was built to withstand even the collapse of the house above it. It's home."

The only had to climb fifteen feet of stairs before reaching an extremely formidable-looking door. It was in fact strong enough to keep out the strongest of Lycans, along with the small bit of space which would prevent the large creatures from going down the steps or even having enough room to c**k back for a punch. The door even gave key bearers a problem, exemplified by the several pushes inward that Stan had to do in order to open the door even after it was unlocked. The psychologist gestured for the bothered Cosette to enter first, flipping up the light switch before doing so.

The floor was carpeted in a pleasant royal blue, accentuating the black paint of the walls in the living room. The place seemed inherently dark and if it wasn't for the powerful yet safe lights, Stan's living room would give his staircase some competition. The furniture was plush and seemed new at any rate. It wasn't antiques or anything you'd see in a vampire movie, but it would be comfortable enough for even Cosette to sit in. There was a three-cushion couch and a reclining armchair parallel to eachother and facing a television and a DVD player. There was also a small table in front of the couch, a spoon or two on top of it in the most out place way possible.

There was a bookshelf which Stan made durring a stint of unemployment filled with books. Mostly non-fictional and possibly boring to most, but a good percent were from Stan's graduate school days. Old text books. The walls were adorned with several movie posters and other crazy things. The original thearetical poster for the original Star Wars was amongst them. Pan's Labyrinth was among them, along with the old photograph (turned poster) of Eva Carriere. There was alot of parapsychology stuff laying around.

Stan took a seat at the couch and rested his aching back into it and sighed. There was a hall and archway leading into other, dark places of the house. "This is where I live."