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Luella clenched her teeth, then relaxed. It didn't matter if the other girl - a possible enemy knew who she was, Luella worked for nobody.
"I don't work under anyone, just for myself." She answered, whilst brushing off imaginary dust from her shoulder. "Well, anyway, thanks very much," she smiled, " I guess I should be on my way though."

Laura walked through the city people watching, well, Night people watching. She never found her own kind to be exciting to the fact they were quite similar to herself. She spotted a few teenagers she went to school with in their own little huddle talking with such vigor in their voices that she just had to find out what was going on. Walking up to the group she said her hellos and with a goofy smile on her face. They greeted her as well, all except one name Marcellus who was a werewolf. He had joined the group of guys and hung out with them quite often but when ever Laura appeared he always became either irritated or quite. "So guys," she interjected into their greetings, "what were you talking about?"

The guys grew a bit quieter and looked at each other, then all turned to her. "Well, seeing as you would find out on Monday anyway..." One named Josh started. "Some kid was found dead at school. We only know this because Brandon's dad works as a coroner at the hospital."

Brandon had a queasy look on his face, "It was quite gross actually the kid was all torn up like he was attacked by a dog or a bear... Uh, guys. Where did Marcellus go?"

Red wandered down the streets still, her head down, no longer all that hungery. She sighed, feeling's of bordom and depression starting to take up the majority of her thoughts. She kicked at a pebble on the walk way, and it bounced into teh street.

Laura looked down the street one way ans then the other. He was gone. "I'll talk to you guys later, OK?" she smiled. And left down the street but after wandering a bit she found no trace of him. If she shifted she could probably spot him. But her interest soon moved on to young female walking down the street not to far ahead of her. Her excitement went up but then fell soon after. It was just another shape-shifter.

Going through her pack she slid a black glove onto her right hand and then grabbed a small glass bottle containing marble sized gray balls and popped open the lid. Holding the bottle with her left she tilted it so that a ball rolled out onto her gloved hand and quickly popped the lid back. Smiling she held up the ball and flicked it at the females forehead. The ball of steel looked right on target.

V sighed as they pulled up to his home. It was dark and mansion-like. The yard had flowers and greenery galore. The driveway wounded through the yard to give the best impression on any on-lookers. His mother's handy work with a phone and hiring the best of the best of landscapers. He pulled up to the home. He'd at least picked it out himself. It was attractive in an odd way. The building obviously had started simply and modestly as a family home, and then someone had grand ideas and added large rooms and it had grown.

Shaylene watched her from beneath her hood, and gave a small sigh at the request. Depending on what it is, I don't see why not. She told the girl, refusing to comment on the 'dead' remark.

I'm not sure where t find him, but I'll help you look around. Red told her. That was just horrible, calling htem two legged dogs, but oh well. People where intitled ot their own oppinions.