Standing at the door

[Fateful]

There was a silver circle sign hanging in his bar and there was a part of Mello that prayed this was a joke. One of the many properties he owned. Bars seemed to be the best way to make money, especially when he was exploiting it from humans who foolishly wanted to live as if they’d never die. Well, that had always been the goal, to never die. He sighed and darted to the wall, pulling it off the wall. A note fell from the back and he sighed, knowing where such a childish notion would come from. Then he realized it could have come from two parties who enjoyed leaving him little vague notes detailing some other nonsense.

Opening the note, he scanned the content: “Meeting at 3 am in the cemetery. You know the one.”

No signature. Light then. This would likely provide to either be quite entertaining or very frustrating. If he could still get headaches, Light would be very good at both solving and causing them. Mostly causing them. It seemed to be his secret desire to create tension in Mello’s life while at the same time swooping in to deal with all the shit Rod did. Last week Rod strangled a fang banger, and while Mello found it intensely amusing, he wasn’t too fond of the fact she was part of some religious church bullshit. Rebels were common, especially those who were raised to believed vampires weren’t people and deserved no rights. Those were the… most interesting girls to have around, to put it lightly.

Rolling his eyes, he grabbed a lighter from under the bar and set the parcel on fire. At first, the flames burned his skin, but it healed fast enough not to even be of concern to him. Moving a hand through his medium length blonde hair, he sighed and shook his head. He sent those who worked for him to get things set up for the rest of the night.

Mello grabbed a pair of sunglasses and pulled on a black leather jacket. The less skin was exposed to the sun, the less pain he felt. Not to mention, he wanted to be able to see. His eyes suffered enough in the sun and he had another engagement to make. Hopefully, this would prove better than his meeting earlier when he might or may not have killed a human.

Near left after the sun went down. They considered him too young to have the power the others had, and given his physical appearance, it was more than likely he wouldn’t be able to be in the sun anyway. It would probably kill him. If it blinded Mello with long exposure, Near likely wouldn’t survive more than a few hours. He went through the city on his own and went into a coffee shop half way between where he was supposed to meet someone from the cult.

He ordered a coffee to blend in, but he had glamour every barista to give him blood in a coffee cup. They dyed it here so no one could tell and it looked like a dark hot chocolate. The blood didn’t taste as good with this coloring in it, but it was better than anything else. As he waited, he swirled the blood in the covered cup and sat by the window, watching the rain start outside the window. The wind was mild. Humans came and went as time passed, time that meant nothing to him.

Mello asked Near there to meet someone who wanted to speak with him, and if he was worth it, to bring him to the bar later. So, he had to wait for the person to show up, he supposed. However, it was Rod who showed up not long after and came toward Near and pulled the boy’s shirt softly as he seated his larger self beside the boy. This of course drew attention to a few people in the coffee shop. “Anyone show up yet?”

“Obviously not if I’m alone,” near replied softly, leaning back in his seat, sipping his drink.

“I can’t believe you drink that piss shit.”

“Why are you here?”

Rod leaned against the counter. “Mello sent me. He wants you there with him, so he said plans have changed. You need to come to the bar as soon as you can. Bring him there when he shows.” He slid out of the chair and walked out of the coffee shop without another word. A few people watched the boy as he sipped his coffee, but soon lost interest.

The teenage boy, dressed in jeans and a loose button short, he sighed and tossed out his empty cup and waited around. He’d been there an hour and was growing bored. If someone didn’t respect his time, then he could leave and they could suck it the fuck up.

He slid out of the chair and moved out of the way in enough time to stop a much larger man from knocking into him. He did his best to look surprised, despite the fact he knew it was coming. “A-Are you okay?” He asked, shifting his weight slightly.

[otakulady89]

Mother wouldn't go to sleep. If Matt were capable of more than one emotion at a time, he'd feel angry and worried. As it was, he felt worried. If she screwed this up for him, he'd end up losing his contact to the vampires, and they wouldn't be able to do what he needed. He was loathe to bring anyone else into the feud between himself and this woman, but there was nothing he could do. He'd looked everywhere.

He flexed his hands, the walls of this room claustrophobic and annoying. He could hear her outside the door, shuffling around. Probably pouring herself another drink before she went to sleep. She'd told him early on he wasn't to leave his room while she was sleeping. He'd never once followed that supposed rule of hers. Now, he had to wait for the woman to settle, to sleep. He closed his eyes, drowning out the yellow of the wallpaper with what he could remember of the blues of the ocean. It had been cold on his skin, but on his fur it was always warm.

He could remember others like him. He could remember others with the soft noses and warm eyes. He remembered someone bringing him fish. But he couldn't remember voices. They hadn't needed voices back then. He grit his teeth, as her door finally closed. Opening his eyes he stood up, opening his door, gently. It didn't creak this time. She wasn't moving behind her bedroom door. He snatched up his jacket, and sunglasses and a hat, along with his wallet, and headed out the door, silent and quiet. His tongue worried at his not-sharp-enough-teeth, as the night air greeted him.

Hopefully, they wouldn't mind if he was late.

Preparing a lovely picnic basket full of goodies was one way that Light loved to pick on his vampire acquaintances. Some of them could still remember the taste of food, and so eating in front of them was fun. His hair, a nice auburn with touches of red today, was combed and trimmed just above his ears (small, but not weird looking). Pianists fingers he'd seen on a pianist in Albany wrapped around some summer sausage and began cutting it up into slices to place with the crackers and cheese.

A picnic in the graveyard, and a settling of Mello's debts. He'd cleaned up no less than three messes this week, and Mello's tab was running to full. It would be nice to see the look of frustration on the blonde's face when he mentioned it. Once the picnic was packed, Light picked up one of the novels he was reading currently, and headed out the door. His car was a nondescript little honda he'd gotten somewhere. He'd learned very quickly that no one ever paid attention to yellow cars, and hondas especially.

Gates, headstones and trees greeted him as he drove towards his favorite tombstone. There was a lovely blackberry bramble planted around it, probably the misbegotten hope for privacy from some previous visitor. Now, it worked as his meeting space. Open enough the vampires couldn't trap him if need be, and closed enough that no one felt spied on. Lovely. Time to wait.

A child. A teen, talking to one of the most blatant vampire Stephen had ever seen. What was a kid that young doing out this late? Why? He hoped the child wasn't getting involved with the walking abominations. He'd stopped at the coffee shop to get a bit of coffee for his nightly watching, he hadn't expected to run into a fangbanger, much less a child. He swallowed, and tried to ignore it, to ignore them, only to turn around and the child be RIGHT THERE.

He managed, just barely to shift out of the way of knocking into each other, but it didn't stop the poor boy from looking up at him oddly. He put on the easy smile that everyone felt comfortable with, and nodded, "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Are you alright?" He asked, managing to pat the boy's shoulder gently. "I didn't spill on you, did I?"

[Fateful]

Mello didn't desire food. Not anymore. The only ting that every made him feel anything was the smell of homemade bread, and he only ever had those feelings in Europe. America wasn't so much like Europe in that way where you could walk down the street and smell fresh bread. It was one of the reasons he hated being home. That was the only thing he honestly wished he could taste and one of the few things he remembered the taste of. Why it was that and not the homemade sausages, stews or jams, he couldn't say. But the smell of bread both calmed and unnerved him. Mello always paid his debts. he had no issues giving money to those he trusted, especially if they did something to keep him in control. But, alas, Light just got on his nerves. Sometimes he paid on time, sometimes he didn't. And he wasn't exactly pleased.

Rod had a habit of making a mess of things rather quickly, especially given his patience and experience, neither of which were extensive.

As he walked through the cemetery, his sense of smell rapidly returned to him. He'd fed before making his way here, which healed what the sun had damaged earlier in the day. He could smell pie and cheese. Cheese was a smell he liked for some reason. The better the cheese, the more it smelled like the rotting corpse. Odd, but none the less true. He moved quickly and made it to the tombsite in no time. "You have no qualms of eating on other's graves, no?" Mello asked as he appeared beside the shifter as he teleported there. "So, what do I owe this visit, my friend?" Those words sounded sincere, but they oozed something almost sinister.

Near watched this human move and found he was not that clumsy. Did he move too quickly? Is that they he almost ran into him? "I am fine." He smiled at this larger man and almost wondered what he thought. When he was touched, Near looked somewhat surprised and looked at the man's hand as it moved away. "You did not spill anything on me, but thank you for your concern. Did you spill any on yourself?"

[otakulady89]

"No, no." Stephan reassured, and gave the boy another smile. "Sorry, in the middle of two all-nighters. A bit out of it, so that's probably why I ran into you. Are... you okay though? It's nearly midnight, are your parents going to be worried about you?" It was an odd line of questioning, but the catholic wasn't about to let a child wander around at night without a good reason. The barista behind him coughed, as if hoping the two would just get the fuck out already.

That was when the second teen came into the shop. A hat pulled low, sunglasses, and a heavy jacket made for a bit of a suspicious figure, but it was london in the middle of the night. Maybe it was getting cold out? He hadn't checked the weather app on his phone... Damn.

Matt frowned, seeing his contact talking with another, rather large human. If that was the sort of muscle they'd use against Mother, he hoped they were at least intelligent. "Excuse me, are you Near?" It was the code name they'd come up with during the phone call, with his own being Matt. It was as far from Mail as you could get, which was good, considering Mail Jeevas was all over magazines recently. Damn his mother.

Light smiled, waving a hand while sipping his wine. "Mmn, good vintage. Why should the dead care where I sup? After all, they're dead." He paused, before chuckling, "Oh wait. I guess I should be more careful with that line of talk, seeing as you're dead and you might care." he teased, eyes twinkling. He was pretty sure they were green today. Or were they hazel? He couldn't remember. Ah well. "I've called you here because your tab's come due, my friend. My bills are nigh, and I'm getting very tired of waiting."

[Fateful]

Rambling. The humans nerves confused Near at first, but he soon caught up when he realized this mortal thought he was also human. And... it was nice. It was amazing to be treated as normal. To be seen as completely human. "Yes, I'm alright." He was so surprised by this that he broke out into a smile. When the bell on the door rang and the figure came in, Near recognized the meet and was trying to figure out how to get away from this mortal, and preserve the illusion he was still human. Why this mattered, Near wasn't sure, but it was.

So, he decided to go with it. "There you are!" He whispered harshly to Matt. "I've been waiting for you forever. You're late. Really. Really late." He turned to Gevanni and smiled. "Thank you for your concern. I will be fine now. It is nice to have met you, Mr. ..." He waited a moment and felt Matt touch his arm softly.

Again the barista coughed and Near smiled at the human, but couldn't glamor him. So, instead, he just smiled. "I hope to see you again." Then, Near turned and left with Matt.

"I don't like being forced to wait." He sounded more annoyed as they walked off. "You will meet Mello directly now. As we walk, you will tell me what you wish and what you are willing to pay."

"It's not that I'm avoiding paying you," Mello chimed as he at down on the grave, crossing his legs. He lifted the bottle of wine and poured himself some. Liquor was not something they could taste, but it sometimes warmed their skin so they didn't feel so cold. It made him feel something. If nothing else, it made his blood smell better and more potent. "it's just that I'm waiting for something." He added with a small grin, sipping the wine. The grin was more a message than anything else. He had something in mind -- forever scheming -- and that he wanted Light to participate. "There are some humans from that church we both love trying to destroy some vampires I know. One of the originals, the strongest original I know." He insisted, turning to look at Light. "And I would like to find out more about them. I will pay you double what I owe you to investigate, and more, if I like what is reported to me." He looked through the basket for anything stronger than the wine, but finding nothing, he just poured himself more. Then he moved the cup toward Light and sloshed the liquid. "Your blood tastes exotic. The shifting. Care to give me some?" He teased.

[Fateful]

Rambling. The humans nerves confused Near at first, but he soon caught up when he realized this mortal thought he was also human. And... it was nice. It was amazing to be treated as normal. To be seen as completely human. "Yes, I'm alright." He was so surprised by this that he broke out into a smile. When the bell on the door rang and the figure came in, Near recognized the meet and was trying to figure out how to get away from this mortal, and preserve the illusion he was still human. Why this mattered, Near wasn't sure, but it was.

So, he decided to go with it. "There you are!" He whispered harshly to Matt. "I've been waiting for you forever. You're late. Really. Really late." He turned to Gevanni and smiled. "Thank you for your concern. I will be fine now. It is nice to have met you, Mr. ..." He waited a moment and felt Matt touch his arm softly.

Again the barista coughed and Near smiled at the human, but couldn't glamor him. So, instead, he just smiled. "I hope to see you again." Then, Near turned and left with Matt.

"I don't like being forced to wait." He sounded more annoyed as they walked off. "You will meet Mello directly now. As we walk, you will tell me what you wish and what you are willing to pay."

"It's not that I'm avoiding paying you," Mello chimed as he at down on the grave, crossing his legs. He lifted the bottle of wine and poured himself some. Liquor was not something they could taste, but it sometimes warmed their skin so they didn't feel so cold. It made him feel something. If nothing else, it made his blood smell better and more potent. "it's just that I'm waiting for something." He added with a small grin, sipping the wine. The grin was more a message than anything else. He had something in mind -- forever scheming -- and that he wanted Light to participate. "There are some humans from that church we both love trying to destroy some vampires I know. One of the originals, the strongest original I know." He insisted, turning to look at Light. "And I would like to find out more about them. I will pay you double what I owe you to investigate, and more, if I like what is reported to me." He looked through the basket for anything stronger than the wine, but finding nothing, he just poured himself more. Then he moved the cup toward Light and sloshed the liquid. "Your blood tastes exotic. The shifting. Care to give me some?" He teased.

[otakulady89]

Of course. The sneaky wretch was still trying to wring more labor from his finely boned hands. Damn these statics. Light sighed softly, before smiling a nasty little smile that stretched just the limits of his human features. "Well, I suppose only a little." He flicked out a knife, making sure to keep where he kept it hidden, and knicked those pianists fingers deep enough that there would be nerve damage later. IF he kept them, of course. Shifting was so useful, there was little that could fully kill someone who was in complete control of every cell in their body. The blood fairly poured into the glass, and when it was done, Light let his hands push through into his next favorite pair, a good, strong pair of woodworker's hands.

"That doesn't solve my issue, however. I, unlike you, can't put off my bills. I have to eat to live, you know. Half now, half when the job is finished, and double the bonus if I bring information you like." He usually did, after all.

"Who was that?" Matt demanded, frowning. "You're upset with me being late, but I don't like the looks of you bringing in someone completely different. Why were you talking to a human?" It wasn't entirely rare, but if the vampires turned him into police, it wouldn't go well for him, much less for them. Let them think he was human for now. Suspicion drifted through his entire being.

"I want information from someone on something they took from me. I'll pay double if you can recover what they took. I don't care how much damage is done to the person to get the information either." He explained, "Three thousand if you can get it to me in a week. Any longer than that and it goes down to fifteen hundred."

The barista wasn't coughing anymore, but Stephan couldn't help but let his eyes follow the two teens into the night. ...He hadn't even been able to tell the boy his name. He definately couldn't, if he was hanging around that vampire. But he had human friends, so clearly he was getting involved in a bad crowd. Did he even know what he was doing? Poor child... and so thin, too. Perhaps no one was looking after him at home, and he sought friendship where he could find it?

A flash of blue eyes made his heart clench, and he decided he'd come back here tomorrow. For tonight, he had a graveyard to visit.

[Fateful]

Mello shrugged. A part of him enjoyed drinking blood in wine. It was enough to satisfy him for now, and it did enjoy putting Light in his place. They weren't exactly equals. "It's already in your account." He said, swirling the wine around the glass. The thick blood sunk to the bottom and left a rim around the glass as he moved it. Then he grinned and took a small sip, eyes closed, savoring the mixed flavor of the two. Wine made blood taste better, somehow. It was odd, especially since Mello could only taste blood. still, the combination was delectable. As the shifter changed his hands as easily as a human changed clothes, Mello smirked a bit to himself. "Would you care to stay with us tonight for a party? A very honored guest will arrive and he is someone you would likely enjoy meeting." He teased. "There will be almost a thosand people gathered here to night. Plenty of faces, hands, and body parts for you to eye with those shifting eyes of yours. As long as they are not mine, you may copy em."

Now, there was a longer pause before mello took another longer gulp. "And, Near will come tonight as well." He almost sounded bitter in saying that, but only because the shifter had a strange affection for the boy Mello never understood.

"A human. I don't know his name." Near answered as the two walked, weaving and moving through the city streets so they couldn't be followed. Once they made it to a side street, they moved down the low traffic area and moved the long way to the cemetery so they would not encounter the crowds of people going there this evening. On this road, they would be alone. "The human spoke to me, many do. I look too young to be out alone. If you were on time, it would not have been an issue." He added with a slight bite in his tone.

As Near moved with Matt, he listened to this and then nodded. "What was stolen? We will need to know what it looks like to get it back. But why can't you hire someone to find it? And, who stole it?"

[otakulady89]

"My mother made it difficult to leave." He answered, putting as much acid in his tone as he could without turning his feelings over to rage and ruining everything. "It's a fur. Mother is the one who stole it. Obviously you see why hiring someone I know to get it back would be an issue." He didn't intend to explain why the fur was important. That would just open a whole new box of issues. For now, it didn't matter.

The road turned from the street into a gravel parkinglot, odd for this area of town, but what can you do. Matt wasn't sure about going into the bar, especially with as many people as there were already parked and standing around. "This looks like a horrible place for a business meeting." he mentioned, eyes green as a loch flicking from area to area.

The shifter's tongue darted out, licking his lips in a bit of hunger. The idea seemed delectable. So many faces and hands and arms, his breath quickened as he thought it over. "It sounds lovely. I'll be happy to join you." He pulled out some cheese, biting into it to satiate a hunger that wasn't physical. "Shall I follow your car over?" He didn't intend to leave himself stranded at a vampire party, that could end badly. "Ah, Near? I'll have to say hello to him." He smiled, sweet on the child. Near had one of the sweetest smiles Light had ever seen, and Light loved sweet smiles. It made him happy to see, and sometimes, to copy that smile.

[Fateful]

Near seemed to understand, remembering who he was talking to. "Understood." it seemed all he had wanted was an explanation in the first place. Now that he had one, he calmed and ignore the previous subject of tardiness. "Very well. What color is the fur and how large?" These were vague questions, but essential to finding it. Otherwise, any fur seemed to do. And Veronica had been seen wearing furs in the past, very expensive ones.

The closer they got to the bar, the more at ease Near seemed to be. Then he softly laughed and shook his head. "It is a good place, if you know where to go." He lead him inside and then up onto the second level, which was guarded by a tall black man with dread locks. One look at Near and he stepped aside, letting the two pass. Once he moved past them, Near led Matt upstairs into a classic drawing room with a large mahogany desk. It looked well established and smelled of books and peaches. Near still loved that smell, but had no idea why he was so partial to it. Perhaps that's why he loved this office and had slept here more than once before.

"Sit." Near motioned to one of the chairs and hoppedonto the desk, swinging his thing legs as they waited.

Mello chuckled. "Feel free to bring your car. You still have a spot to park in." He knew that Light would never be able to pass up such a lush opportunity to compile faces and b parts. "I did not drive here." Mello was too old, and with age came other advantages. "I must go now. I will see you shortly." And like that, he vanished, the empty wine glass shifting on the stone, with no risk of falling over.

Within a minute of arriving in the office, the door opened and Mello walked through it and closed the door. He strode in his heeled leather boots, tossing his jacket onto a love seat and strode over to the desk, sitting down in it. All this happened so fast, that a flash of black and blonde in four seconds completed the entire process. The chair made a small noise as Mello moved at a speed more human and lowered himself elegantly into the chair behind the desk. "Hello, Matt. I am Mello. I hope Near has treated you well."

[otakulady89]

"It's greyish brown. A seal fur, specifically." He answered, "I'll know it when I see it." It was a subtle warning not to try and fake him out. He would know his skin, and it had to be his skin, it couldn't be anyone else's, or anything else. He had tried, once, when he'd seen a woman wearing a seal skin coat. It hadn't worked, and his mother had beaten him until he'd bared fangs he couldn't remember how to summon. He didn't try other furs now. "It should be about half as tall as I am, and around, this wide." He spread his arms, so that Near could see.

The office smelled of fruit, which made his stomach lurch. Even in this form, he didn't like eating anything but meat. Seals were hunters, after all. He took a seat in one of the chairs, taking off his glasses and his hat. His firey red hair made it almost impossible for anyone to think he'd come from anywhere but Ireland, and the freckles on his face were famous now. His mother had seen the unreal beauty he'd grown into, and had profited from it. He turned to look out the window, and nearly missed when the other scent came into the office. He looked over to the suddenly appearing blonde, and narrowed his eyes.

"A pleasure to meet you. I may have caused him a bit of trouble, but he's been very gracious. I was just explaining what I need." He answered, his tone even, curiousity filling his chest now.

Light sighed, picking up the wineglass, and draining the contents. He disliked the taste of blood, but it wouldn't do to let any spill on the ground. Then, he packed up, slowly, to make sure everything was in place. As he walked back to his car, he changed. his hair shifted, his face changed just a little, a little younger, more suitable for being out late at a club. His body strengthened, just a bit, again, to suit the young adult look. Brown eyes, now, with just a hint of amber to them, along with students hands. A car pulled up as his pulled out, and he paid it no mind as he drove to the bar.

The car followed him, parking down the street, and Stephan walked through the crowd into the bar. He knew he would seem nervous, because he WAS nervous. That was sure to draw some kind of attention. He'd just play it safe, pretend he was a bumpkin interested in becoming a food bank for these fanged monstrocities. May God have mercy on his soul for the sins he was about to commit.

[Fateful]

Near took mental notes of all he was told. he thought it over and had a good mental image to work with. So, he had a feeling they could find it. "Mello won't take a fee so low. They will have it in two days for five thousand." The movement didn't arouse Near's suspicions at all. instead, he blinked and gracefully arched his neck to look behind him at Mello. He made a face as if to say he was late and Mello rolled his eyes at the smaller boy.

"Excellent." He looked over the red head. He wondered why a celebrity would come here of all places and ask vampires to do this for him. His nostrils flared and Mello vanished from his seat. He was right in front of Matt, hands on the arms of the chair Matt was seated in. His nose was just a few inches from Matt's and he stared into his large eyes with a strange look. They moved slightly, as he searched the other. "You are not human. You do not smell human. You smell like the sea." The vampire looked over the red head a bit more, tilting his head, nostrils still moving as the blonde deeply inhaled the other's scent. "What are you?" He questioned, now entranced by this new addition to his collection of those who requested his services. All, in their own way.

Everyone wanted something from Mello, but humans mostly wanted to experience him. A vampire as old as he? With a thousand years of experience? It was bone chilling and earth shattering. The experience was like no other. Women and men alike were lucky to have him show at least a little interest, and it was hard to get his attention in any light, but especially here.

"You are an old soul too, but not as old as I. Perhaps almost fifty." A grin. "You want to return to your home... yes?"

[otakulady89]

The sudden movement didn't scare Matt. He couldn't feel scared when he was this curious. Instead, he simply looked into those eyes, blue and ancient. Like the sea. Matt took a deep breath himself, fooling himself that if he did, he would smell the waves. He smiled, and wished he had fangs he could bare, wished his whiskers could tickle this blonde's face. He'd completely forgotten Near was in the room, the presence of this vampire was so strong.

"Yes." he breathed, desperation and longing in his voice. "I want to go home. But I can't." His eyes followed blue, checking to make sure this other person understood. He couldn't understand mortals sometimes, and he didn't know if they understood him, but something told him this one could. "She took my skin from me, and now I can't go home." He couldn't lie. Not really. He was too curious to worry that this man might trap him too.

The music pounded at his ears, and Light was in a schmorgazbord of beauty. All the flawed, preferential beauty of the human race. he had to stop himself from changing aspects of himself to match those he saw. Keeping his own form in all this flood of wonder made him shake with it, like an addict waiting for cocaine. A flash of something caught his attention, hair black as night. But then it was gone. It held his interest, however, and tore that away from the rest of the flesh presented to him.

Pounding lights and pounding music made it hard for Gevanni to orient himself, which he hoped made it more realistic when he stopped someone, the big man he'd seen in the coffee shop earlier, and asked which direction the bathroom was in.

[Fateful]

Mello eyed this male and somehow did feel something. He understood never being able to go home, to return to something he knew. So, he sighed and nodded. "I can have it found. I'm sure it will smell like you." after all, that theory only made sense. "I can have it to you in three days, for five thousand, as Near said. Do we have a deal?" He asked. Most gentlemen shook hands to make a deal, but Mello wasn't gentle and he was no longer a man, so he did not offer his hand to the creature. "I wish to see you return to the sea, if I may. Just to see what you are..." and he meant it to. He wanted to see his creature shift back into his true form, as he had seen Light shift many, many times. Few things made him curious, but he always paid special attention to that which peaked his interest. What else did he have in this world?

The blonde leaned back away from the other, but continued the eye contact with the green eyed creature, his unblinking eyes staring back at him like the calm serene ocean on a hot day with clear sun, despite the darkness outside. The room was soundproof, so they could not hear the music downstairs. For now, it was just them, locked alone, separate from all time and space.

Once they had agreed and everyone was set, Mello eyed the red headed freckled beauty and sat on his desk. "Would you like us to escort you out, or would you like to stay the night and attend the party downstairs. No one will photograph you. Trust me. I do not allow such things here. humans are too distracted by phones and technology. they come here to experience. And you can experience nothing while trapped inside a cell phone." He offered his hand to the red head, wondering what this creature, desperate to return home, would do.

[otakulady89]

"Five thousand. If you can have it to me in three days, I'll give you everything Mother has. I won't need it." He answered. He didn't intend to ever return back to this side of the ocean. The mercurial nature of his spirit, however, knew that he would come to land again eventually. Selkies danced both land and sea, after all. He was curious, so curious. "Why? If you betray me, I'll be cross." He'll be helpless, as he is now, as he's sure this creature knows. But he wanted to know why he'd said he wanted to see him returned the ocean.

He stood, when the other invited him downstairs, and watched him. "I'll stay." If he stayed away, his mother would know. She might move the fur. It might give them a chance to find it easily. His hand clenched at the idea, at her touching that part of him without his permission, without his knowledge. "...I wouldn't know. They don't work around me." He answered, recounting the sheer number of phones and televisions his mother had gone through before she'd figured it out. They always acted unpredictably in his presence. Phones rang with no one on the other end, tvs changed channell to something else, or turned to static, or played radio music but nothing else. CAmeras seemed impervious to it, however.

Gevanni eventually found the bathroom, and sat in one of the stalls, sighing. He knew he could do this. But he was feeling too nervous. He couldn't understand why this was affecting him so much. All his other missions had been about finding one specific vampire and slaying them. he'd been good at it. Now... Now he had to let these... these sinners bite into his flesh, to climb higher, so that he could find the one highest, and rip them from their perch and back into hell. He closed his eyes, and held his hands in front of him, praying silently to the Father for strength.

Then, feeling a little calmed, he took a step out of the bathroom, and into the throng of vampires again. He forced himself to project a little more of that nervous aura, and go up to the bar. "Excuse me. Ah..." he waited, as the bartender served several other people before getting to him. "I... Um... I uh... I'm new to all this? and... I uh..." He swallowed, and instead of letting his treacherous throat say anything else, he just held up his wrist, and kinda pointed to it.

The music held no interest to him, he didn't care, he wanted to see that hair again. he hadn't gotten close enough to it to see it properly, and something in him needed to see it again. Teenage face, middle age balding hair, a small freckle to the side of a nose that was interesting, but not enough to keep him attentive. He flitted through the people as easily as he could flit through shapes, and he was getting desperate.