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"Meat...lots of meat," mumbled Gabriel to Zanzen, his body screaming out for flesh. Even though his pills supressed his bloodlust, he could not completely drown out his soul's primal cry for meat.

Gabriel lay on the bench in the darkness while golden light twinkled lazily across the tiled floor of the bar, watching the rest of the patrons go about their business, and a guilty stab of envy raced through him. He'd had enough of lurking in the darkness; he'd not experienced the warmth of the sun in so long, and he found himself bitterly jealous of those people before him who so took it for granted.

But not Josephine...no, there was a woman, Gabriel was sure, who did not waste a single moment. Every day she lived was precious to her, and she never once thought herself hard done by, but saved her concerns for others.
What am I saying, thought Gabriel, I don't even know this woman. Stop assuming like you always do.

But still...the feeling of familiarity and friendliness towards her would not go away. He would talk to her later...when the sun had had it's fun in mocking him.

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Faye smiled slightly at all the men. She watched them silently, considering how overwhelming the many people could be after having been virtually alone for so long. Her dizzy attitude to the conversation was heightened by the presence of Gabriel in the corner. Memories bogged her down as she fought them for security.
Another man entered, another soul to watch, another mind to worry about it's workings. She was slowly sinking away in exhaustion. Faye closed her eyes for a moment then took the nearest seat as her own. She pulled her small body into itsself, relaxing her head in her hands.


Keovari watched Faye from the stairs they had decended earlier. She was still weak from the travel and lack of sleep. He considered creating a diversion or problem she could use to escape, but he knew that if she didn't stay and face her problems with Gabriel and the others, that she would regret it later.
As another man entered, he crossed the room and twined about the man's legs. A stranger who set off no worries in Keo's mind. For now, he would let Faye not worry about this man and a few of the others. They could never be as real a threat as Gabriel.


As Faye took her break on the chair and the room continued to move around her, she resituated her mind. She released a few wards that she had established around her thoughts, allowing the possibility that if someone were to try to speak to her through their thoughts, they could. It could be dangerous to leave herself so open, but she didn't have the energy left to keep them all intact. The release freed her slightly. She felt lighter.

In a sort of smooth and sudden occurence, a women entered the bar. The first reaction Faye had was of surprise and gratitude that another female would join the group. The second reaction was less subdued.
Faye stood up and gasped softly, her delicate gloved hand rushing to her lips. No! Mystical?


Keovari turned instantly as Faye's mind called out in surprise and displaced fear. He watched as his Ward sunk back to her seat and covered her eyes.
Lady Mystical?
He moved below the tables, twisting through the chair legs and the feet of the standing people. The white cat stopped beneath a table not far from the woman who had just entered the room.
He stared.

...Where have I tasted this before?

Gabriel leant forward, bringing his face out of solid black shadow and letting dull, brass-coloured light light his features softly. It was as far forward as he dare come, not wishing to tempt the sun's cruel glare any further.

He swallowed the very air around him deep into himself, tasting it, savouring it's experience. There were new auras here now; some innocent, some not so innocent, and some unmistakable.

It looks so vulnerable, so fragile... but further in... Power, such power...the like of which you can never realise...

The flame-red and emerald-green mists swirled around Gabriel's mind, teasing a story to tell. He knew this aura, and he knew it well...but why, and from where? Before he could stop himself, his mind had blurted out...

Have we met?

((Greetings Lady Mystical, and Zan, no, we do need you. I just need to get off my a** and get Stefan XD. Sorry about the delay... I was really sick...))
Rosiel finally got finished the tedious task of cleaning his wings. He got out of the tub, grabbed a towel, turning his attention to his son.

"No, I don't mind you. It's not like you've not seen me naked. Listen closely, that woman, the one I call Josephine. That's not her real name. Her name is Faye, but you are not to call her that. One of my other guests, Gabriel, he seems to have some sort of history with her. I have no clue what the hell is going on, but this Gabriel discovering that she is Faye will likely lead to nothing good.

"Don't get me wrong, Gabriel seems a good man. He's a vampire, or something close to it, yes, but good none-the-less. Just please... they'll figure out your my adopted son. Act like you've seen her before, like she's one of my friends, and call her Josephine!" he finished, in a hurried whisper, barely audiable by even Ray.

Turning and bending over the tub, he drained the water completely, and used the towel to dry his long hair. He stepped up to the sink and looked at the mirror, frowning at the stubble on his chin. Rosiel took some soap, lathered it over his chin and cheeks, and used his small silver dagger to remove the would-be beard.

"Ray, do I still smell like Vodka?"

A grin spreading across his face, Gabriel leapt from his seat and bounded towards Mystie, his arms outstretched. Unfortunately, in his excitement, he had quite forgotten the beam of sunlight which had previously cornered him there. As his body flew through the beam, a piercing hiss and roar could be heard as he collapsed in an agonising heap at Mystie's feet, curled and hunched like a wounded dog against the bar, groaning.

Gazing down at his trembling right hand, Gabriel winced as the skin cracked and split as he tried to flex his hand back into shape. Flame-like patterns of scarring coated it, and he gingerly pressed his good hand to the right-hand side of his face. Drawing it away with a growl, he picked himself up and stared into the mirror on the wall behind the bar. Vicious, angry burns disfigured that side of his face, and he sighed angrily in frustration.

"Don't worry," he announced to anyone who was concerned, "I'll be fine by tomorrow, but I apologise in advance for any blue language I might use until then."