Celine sat at a table in the corner of the common room. Sitting there drinking a glass of wine she watched the patrons drinking and talking. The table she sat at had a small lantern in the middle of it. She watched the men and women picking out ones that were human and those that were not. As she spotted one drunk man getting up to leave she heard her stomach growl.

Getting up Celine moved like a shadow. She went out the door shortly after the drunk man. Silently she stalked him down a back alley way. When they were near the middle of the alley she became a shadow. Her beautiful vivid green eyes became larger and red. Her K-9's enlarged and her skin paled even more than its normal pasty coloring. Her brown hair flew back in the rush of wind as she launched herself at the man. She coverd the few feet between them in less than a heart beat. The next thing the man knew she had him from behind and her mouth on his neck. All he had time to do was let out a half mumbled scream before he was bitten. Drinking the blood was like drinking in life. She could feel the life entering her. Drinking untill the man was on the verge of death she stopped. Takeing the dagger out of her black cloak she slit the mans throat and dropped him in the alley way.

Smiling Celine whiped her mouth and cleaned her dagger on the dead man's clothes. Putting the dagger back up in her cloak she headed back to the Tavern.

The true reason why Eltaria had followed the vampire out of the tavern? Intrigue, of course. The pure passion of wishing to see what is going on. She had long since hunted vampires, until she got a hefty fee, but she seemed to see something in this vampire. She was not sure what, but it was strong. So, she moved silently, slipping around in places...You could say she moved like the wind.

The air genasi moved swiftly, following specific orders and codes she knew so well. Her bow had been strung over her back, carefully placed over one shoulder and slipped underneath the arm. Her arrows were placed in her quiver, which was also strung over her back. She also knew the spell that call a familiar to her, put that was a different story.So, she continued to move -following the vampiress with intent vision.

WHen the woman slit the mans throat, Eltaria was shocked. She had ehard of many vampires who sucked their victims close to death and then killed them with a quick cut across the throat. She had never actually watched it happen, but she had heard of it in several different pretexes. So, she slipped back into the tavern when the woman walked away from the body and she sat down in the oly table left in the tavern.

Celine walked back into the Tavern looking to see if anyone there had changed seats from where they had been sitting. She had had a strnge feeling of being watched in the alley....perhaps it was her imagination..but probably not. As she crossed the Tavern to her seat in the corner she sat back down. Smiling she looked around at the humans in the tavern. If she was lucky she may get a second meal this night.

Laughing softly to herself she noticed a young woman sitting alone at another table in the Tavern. Looking at her bow and arrows suddenly Celine got a very uncomfortable feeling. Something about the woman seemed very dangerous. Could the woman be a hunter? Surly no hunter would come after her alone. She could handle one hunter, maybe two. But if there were three she was going to have to run. And fast.

Sipping on her glass of wine she watched the woman over the top of her cup.

Jet barged into the common room. His sword was unseathed. He sat down at the booth. He seathed his sword. He ordered a drink and gulped it down. He looked around. Saw the girl with the bow. Another assassian. Maybe one of his former collegues. It didn't matter that was in the past. Jet ordered another drink. He gulped that down to. A tall man came over to him. He was dressed in black. Jet knew him.
"Well, Lance old buddy how are you. Sit I'll buy you a drink. Bartender two more glasses of whiskey."
The man sat down next to Jet and sipped his whiskey. Jet nodded in the direction of the girl with the bow.
"She with you. Or she another loner. I don't want you pulling anything.
Jet sipped his whiskey again.

Lance sipped hia whiskey. All he wanted was the cross. In a low voice he whispered.
[/B][COLOR=red]"No you fool she's not with me. Do you have the cross or not. If this is a waste of my time, your as good as dead."[B]
The kid nodded and reached into his belt and took out the Gold Cross. He handed it to Lance. Lance reached into his coat and handed the kid a sack of gold coins/ It was a pretty large sack of coins. Lance got up and left. When he got into the street he kicked off the ground and took flight.

Celine watched the exchange between the two men. She saw the cross and smiled softly. People had a misconception that a cross would burn a vampire. That was incorect. Walking into a church, or perhaps a graveyard, she hadn't ever been in a graveyard, would burn her but not a silly cross. Mortals. She smiled as she watched one of the men leave. He was rather attractive and she was slightly hungery. She stood and followed him quietly. Outside the inn she watched as he took flight. Only moments latter did she realize her mouth was hanging open. It was past time for her to be gone. Long past. In a swirl of black cloth she left the ground, flying above the city back to her resting place. The sun would be uip soon, she needed to be home.