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Alica looked in the mirror at the two dots on her neck and twisted up the collar of her shirt. Most people didn't notice her mark, but there was always a new customer who asked about it, or kept glancing at it while they talked to her.

The young boy, not yet an adult, or perhaps just barely, gratefully thanked the elderly woman for the steaming cup of coffee, flashing her a tight-mouthed grin as he moved towards his chosen table.

Elijah Rosenfeld, dead for sixty-two years and yet, miraculously, still kicking.

He couldn't help but smile at that, red eyes half-lidded against the glare of the rising sun, his skin stinging lightly in warning.

It was late, perhaps, for his kind to be out, but he welcomed the light sting, he still had a half-hour before the sun turned its full heavenly glory on his damned skin and fried him like a bug.

So he would enjoy it.

Alica started bussing tables, the shop had only been open for half an hour, and only the early bird were in. But, she stopped with her rag on the table, there was a new guy.

The coffee was bitter on his tongue as he tested the burning liquid, but not as bad as some of the blood he had tasted her in the city. Small smile still in place, he leaned back in his chair, the pulses of those few people in the small shop washing over him soothingly.

How he loved mortals.

"Why do people even buy those?" Alica asked coming to stand over by the guy's table. "What's wrong with your real eye color?"

Elijah jumped, spluttering as coffee sloshed all over the place and down his throat in a burning tide. He could already here Cain's laughs...

Turning, he glared at the girl, gaze narrowed. "Excuse me?"

"Your eyes," She said, narrowing hers becouse now she had to clean up the coffee before bugs got in. "They're red. What was wrong with the real color?"

Katherine walkes into the coffeehouse coolly, pulling the sunglasses off of her face and unzipping her black leather jacket, revealing a white v-neck T-shirt. She looked around, her brown eyes scaning the place before she walked to the counter and ordered an ice coffee. She smiled sweetly to the guy working behinx the counter before she walked to an empty table and sat down.

He blinked, setting the now empty cup down. "Nothing, really," he lied, smiling sweetly, "But my sister bought me them for my birthday, she's all into that occult stuff and I merely oblige her."

"Must be nice," She said more to herself, but then clinched the rag tightily in her fist, fighting off the memory of the men with red eyes.

Scarlett yawned, which she had no point in doing. She was bored. Slowly she stood from her old and beaten bed and wandered over to the window of the small apartment. It was early in the day, the sun barely peaking up. She turned away and to her clothes. Most she had collected over the years, a few quite new. Slowly she began to dress.

((Just forgot West's back story . . . . Any way's can I get some parameters on the vampires, what they can or cant do, stuff like that? and the were wolves? I just dont want to make things bad for lack of better word phrasing.))

West sat on a hard metal chair in the back office of Henry's car shop. He sipped a warmed glass of orange juice and glanced at the comics. He didnt want ot go out and help Hnery with htis customer. Mainly because it was a young girl with a huge crush on him.

Katherine sippes her coffee when her phone rang,"Hello?" She answered in one motion she was on her feet, keys in hand. "At a cae shop? Wow, okay I'll be right there." She said with a chuckle before she left and hopped on her motorcycle.

Eli chuckled and shut his phone before he weny back to waiting for this girl to stop staring at the guy and and tell him what's wrong with her car. He sighed happily when he heard the roar of Katherine's engine and saw her ride up.

Glanicng out to make sure the coast was clear West loped out and leaned against the desk grinning at Henry, who said something rude and stalked off to the car.

Scarlett left the small apartment room and walked down the several flights of stairs to the outside world.