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Lillith pulled off her sweater and handed it to Alexia. "Here this will help keep you warm." she said, ignoring the cold that suddenly hit her as Lillith's chest was now only covered with a sports bra.

I nodded watching the rain come down. My grip on Asher's shoulder tightened as another roll of thunder passed over us. It was stupid to be a vampire but yet afraid by thunder. Lightning itself never bothered me due to it's mesmerizing beauty, but the noise it created was enough for me to cower in fear. I rested my cheek on his shoulder and closed my eyes. "No, I didn't" I spoke softly, trying to keep myself from thinking of the sounds.

I was shocked of his sudden jolt to the bar. He swung the large wooden doors open and out rushed a warm breeze. For that second I didn't care what was inside, just that it was warm, and if I remembered correctly warmth was good. The tile floors squeaked under my shoes while I let my eyes wander. The walls were black, matching the tables, chairs and bar counter. Candle holders were mounted on the walls over each table, providing just enough light. A jukebox roared at the far end, sending the waves of the bass to create a vibration across the floor. The faces of those around us were hidden by the darkness, but I figured that would be a good thing...for now at least. My eyes scanned the long room until I found a vacant booth and sat down on the side facing opposite the door. Running my fingers through my hair, I pushed it back so that it now longer covered my pale face.

Alexia looked at the sweater and handed it back to Lill. "Sweetie, I really can't take this. I'll by fine" What she really did not want to say is that she would most likely never get the garment back, because that very moment Alexia was plotting how she would save the captive child. The only way her plan would work is if she died. "Why don't you go see where Mallory and his father wandered off to?" She asked and gave a pained smile. She pushed her self up to stand against the wall.

Lance sighed a rain started to run down his hair and face. down the street he could see that a bar was still open so he ran quickly to get out of the rain. He pushed open the heavy door and once inside glanced around to see if anyone from his side was seeking refuge as well. His eyes widened when he spied The child named Dawn or maybe Dusk sitting at a both. the other figure was covered by shadow sealing their identity away. Lance pulled his hood over his head and sat in the booth behind them. listening carefully to their conversation.

"Who, Celia?" I said, though it was obvious that was who she was talking about, "Yeah, ex-girlfriend. But just about every guy on this side of the city can say they've spent at least one night with her." Just as I finished that sentence Celia walked over with a basket of fresh rolls. She set it onto our table and took out a pad of paper and pen to write our orders down. "Oops," she said, dropping the pen. It rolled behind her, under another table. She bent over, the lower back of her skinny jeans plunging out a bit. She stayed bent over, as if showing off, right in my face, that I shouldn't have broken it off with her. "Just two beers," I said. She stood up, leaving the pen alone. "Oh okay then."

I smiled back at her, but something began to smell. Not a bad smell, but not a good one either. One that made me horribly want to sink my teeth into her soft little neck. It was definitely her blood I smelt, and it was an aroma that drove me mad. "Dusk, why don't we go outside a moment? It's stuffy in here, and the rain has let up, somewhat." I kept my cool, there was no way she could tell what I had in mind. A few men walked by winking at her passively, which insanely made me want to take her out alone.