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Christine saw the two people from the beach come to the fountain. Hatira's question was one that had been haunting the back of her mind since she had woken up. Where were they? Christine hoped Hatira and the other male wouldn't notice her at the back, would continue to the other two people in front of her. It was nice to be invisible.

||Ok, too many carnivores around for a magical creature with very potent, magical blood...>.<''||

She started at the approach of yet another person, and stared the stranger directly in the eyes...then suddenly sprang backward with more agility and grace than seemed possible, and managed to land on the wall of the other side of the fountain. She dashed off in the direction of the nearest building.

||The nearest building can be the inn, if you like. Nim just is looking for shelter.||

"..............................." Zen sighed, having to go chase after the girl. At least she was heading down the road he was going to have to explore anyway. He looked over, and then noticed why she darted off.

"Who are you?" He demanded of the vampire. He didn't like vampires, he was sick of them trying to bite into his neck, and had a few grudges.

Christine jumped. Was it really that obvious? She had never been noticed for being a vampire at any place where she had lived before. But this place was strange.

"I...I..." she was at a loss for words. What was this man demanding of her, exactly? Full bio? Name? Species? Christine decided to start with her name. "I'm Christine. I mean no harm..." she mumbled a few meaningless apologies. Did she look that hostile? I mean, sure, the black skinny jeans and black and red corset weren't normal attire for 14-year-olds, but threatening? Christine would only be if she had to.

After fooling around in the trees for a bit, Cleo had crawled into the town, keeping an eye out for the natives who had any knowledge of her existence. Silly, mean humans with their pointy sticks and pieces of metal. She twitched, hiding behind buildings and peering around the corner. When she found the coast to be clear, she would slither, almost on her belly but on two legs, half clinging to the wall beside her, hurrying over to the nearest place to hide.

This is what would happen: The humans were new comers. They'd stand around for a bit like the helpless meatbags they were before conglomerating. The first thing humans did was look for shelter. And, in their vanity and laziness, they looked for something comfortable and premade. Not too many years ago had there been an inn and an innkeeper. Unfortunately, the innkeeper suffered a mysterious death. Nobody knows what happened to it . . . it just disappeared. Silly natives. If they wanted to find the innkeeper, they just had to go looking deep in the jungle. Its bones were around there somewhere.

She crawled in through a window in the back of the inn - deserted of any meals - I mean guests. The place was small. It was only one floor and only had a handful or so of rooms. She creeped down one of the few hallways and found herself in the backroom. Two doors were here, along with a desk, some cabinets, and miscellaneous furniture. One door lead to the lobby and check in desk. The other lead to . . . the kitchen.

By the door was a dusty yellow smock. She put it on and wiped it off. She did this to disguise herself. The humans would be frightened off by the rags of animal skin she wore underneath. She ran a dirty hand through her tangled hair and, with a twitch, opened the door to the lobby. A meatbag was already there.

Wordlessly, she creeped over to the desk were two of them stood on the other side, one closer than the other. It had a very strong smell and her eyes widened in hungry delight. She cracked a wild grin. Oh, the control she placed on herself when she did not jump over the desk and steal it away. She knew that others would come and did not want to scare them off.

It spoke at her and she stared at it for a minute, slowing pulling words together for a response.

"This is Tauixcalpanlecuhlliopolis." She blinked and began to giggle with glee. "Would you like . . . a room?" She twitched, eyes gleaming as she leaned over the desk, faces inches away from it's. "On the house."

Christine jumped, sensing the two people closeby. They smelled new, and she could tell they didn't want to be seen. Worked fine for her. Christine had never been one to point out things other people didn't notice. Once, she had decided not to tell her "foster mom" there was a snake behind her. That's how she got kicked out of her 4th foster house.

"Shall I go after the girl then?" she asked Zen.

Frankly, she didn't care about the vampire one bit after hearing the name. It was foolish of course as there was no relation between this vampire Christine and Angela's Christine. But just the name itself was enough to irritate her.

She looked up at Zen for confirmation about finding the girl--clearly the group had been brought here by the same force and for the same purpose. It would be wise for them to stick together. At least for now.