First Target

[nyshia]

Nyshia nodded her head curtly, "Indeed...I could probably use the exercise." Her hand indicated out in front of her, "Feel free to lead on, Monsier."

If he chose to lead her on, she would match his stride and say in a slightly melancholy tone, "I sincerely hope mine deserved a vacation somewhere very hot..." It was true, she sincerely hoped that when she took her meals that those who fell victim deserved their death for she often chose a person whom she'd found committing a crime.

She had the distinct feeling that this man was all too wary of her presence and wasn't sure if he was planning to kill her or perhaps wait and see. So she spoke, "I do hope you will find my company tolerable...I'd hate to impose on your...night out."

There, she said it. Now maybe he'll feel a little more at ease with me. Its not like I'm planning on having him for my next meal. I'm quite satisfied with that rapist I took care of back at the club. In fact I feel satiated...now...a little company whether it be company to talk to or company in the boudoir, that was another thing. Although I have a slight habit of biting the latter, though not for feeding purposes, just the pleasure I get out of it....urg, bad thoughts. Her cheeks suddenly flamed for a moment as she pushed those naughty thoughts from her mind. THIS was probably not the fellow to seek the latter with.

Sincerely hoping he hadn't noticed her flaming cheeks, she stayed silent as they walked unless he were to say something.

[The Janitor]

Jack started forward ever alert for any signs of danger. As if he were traveling anywhere he was constantly aware of his surroundings. Streets were pretty desolate at this time of night. Except for a few cars passing through. None of them shown signs of stopping. If any did it probably had something to do with the club.

He couldn't help but notice the tone of her voice. Full of sadness. It bothered him a great deal. Enough that it felt like an icy hand closed around his heart and squeezed. Most of the time he was an uncaring calloused individual. Only sometimes another individual's plight could pierce his thick skin. If he could help one person it was worth the time and effort.

You've got to get a grip on yourself. You don't know who you're dealing with yet, he thought. So far there had been no attempt to tamper with his thoughts. Nor any attempt to toy with his will. Even though she was very attractive he did not yet find her irrestiable. When dealing with vampires one had to have total control over themselves. Otherwise they'd be drawn in and start to "drown" as he put it. Older the vampire the harder it was to maintain control. Even for him, and he was stronger than the average hunter.

"Actually I enjoy your company. The other company I keep doesn't stick around too long. They tend to get a bit unruly and push me a little too far. So they usually have to go." he smiled. None of said company were friends. Just people or non-people he had to work or do business with. Some didn't make it because they decided to push a "mere human" around even if said human was a hunter.

He really did enjoy Nyshia's company. Though her silence kept him on edge. Although he did not let it show. What are you thinking? He almost laughed at the thought. It was something funny he found about supernatural beings. They could tell what he was thinking if he let them, but he could never tell what they were thinking if if they could let him. "I don't mean to pry, but are you okay?"

[nyshia]

Nyshia nodded her head slowly once more at his question, briefly looking up to flash a meek smile, "Yes...Uhm...its a problem that I'm afraid you'd not understand...being what you are and all." Then she stopped walking and stared at him, "I'm sorry, that was rude of me...but it really is a problem that I don't think you'd understand....we're a very different set of beings, you and I."

Her small shoulders shrugged and she continued walking, casually glancing up at the sky to ensure the sun was not about to peek over the horizon. Then she pulled her jacket off and held onto it as she walked, her gloves were elbow length and remained on.

Those gloves...they helped prevent people from feeling the chill of death in her skin when she shook their hands. It would be difficult making mortal friends without them...she was a different being altogether from vampires and humans alike, something settled in-between. She'd often wondered why she could not settle to being among either species, but it was just the way she was, destined to be alone.

With that sad thought in her mind, she dug through her purse and removed the black tin once more and withdrew another small black cigarette. With that all to quick flick of her finger on the lighter, the cigarette was lit and she took a long pull from it and sighed, smoke coming from both her small nose and her mouth.

[The Janitor]

"Vampire?" he asked before they started walking again. Forcing himself to keep his eyes on the road ahead as she removed her jacket. Glancing at his watch after he noticed her glancing up at the sky. It would be a while before the sun started to rise. Three hours at least. Five before no vampire could stay out in the open. "Very different, but not so different at the same time."

Up ahead the little cafe had just opened. Hardly anyone inside other than the employees and one or two patrons. Things were always slow until around seven or eight in the morning. Which was why he liked getting there early. He glanced over to Nyshia to see she had lit another cigarette. He never got why most vampires took up smoking. At least they didn't have to worry about it affecting their health.

Stepping in front of the door he held it open long enough for his companion to enter. The smell of food and freshly brewed coffee made his mouth water. Just as he had predicted hardly anyone was there. A waitress was sitting at one of the booths with a cup of coffee talking to someone who looked like a cook. She looked over there way and smiled. He smiled before scanning the room for anyone else. The only patron there was a younger looking man in dark clothing sitting in the back.

Human, he thought. It was just a guess, but he wasn't wrong. Not that it was any reason to let his guard down. His own species could be just as dangerous as any werewolf or vampire. He made mental note to keep an eye on the guy just in case. Never knew what might happen this early in the morning.

[nyshia]

Nyshia paused for a moment to look at him as he stated what she was, but she continued with him, gazing sideways at him. "I had figured you'd kill me on sight knowing that..." Her small shoulders shrugged lightly, she had figured him to be a hunter, but maybe she was wrong.

Te cigarette was still lit as they got to the cafe, taking one more pull from the cigarette she put the cigarette out with her fingers and put it in a pocket before smiling to him slightly as she walked in. The burned skin on her fingertips was already healing, she whispered, "A little different...", just loud enough for him to hear before seating herself at a booth and paying no mind to the other humans about her. Either a fool, or very uncaring, or both.

As she sat in the booth, she propped one slender leg over the other and leaned back into the back of the seat and looked at him oddly with her deep and calculating ebony eyes. One digit on her right hand idly played with a few strands of the dark tresses. Atleast now he could see her completely. A slight smile played on her lips as she looked to the side, wondering how long it would take the tired waitress to wander over to them. Not that it really mattered to her, she was unlikely to eat the human food. Stomach aches didn't make her good company.

[The Janitor]

Nyshia's comment didn't surprise him a bit. Already knew he had been pegged as a hunter outside the night club. Usually that's what any human carrying around weapons was assumed to be. Until a little "motivation" proved otherwise. The thought did not bother him. If anyone decided to "press the issue" he'd put them on the ground and disappear as quickly as he appeared. It'd take a great deal of time and effort to kill him. Even from the most dangerous of vampires, werewolves, and other hunters.

He couldn't help but grin after watching her put out the cigarette with her two fingers. The whole healing factor both amazed and amused him. Not to mention pissed off if his quarry was being difficult. He often envied such power. Wouldn't trade being human for it though. No matter how good it seemed. His way to prove no matter how bad things got humanity would be alive and kicking. Nor would it go silently into the night.

Sliding into the booth he tried to keep his eyes on the menu in front of him as she settled into the other side. He felt a little embarassed that he had such a hard time doing so. Occasionally glancing up to watch her hair. Looking back down at the menu he decided to have a few pieces of bacon and toast to go with it. Along with a cup of coffee. He glanced over to the napkin holder to make sure there were a few packets of apple jelly. "I don't kill unless I'm paid to do so, I've good reason to do so, or I just don't like whoever it is I'm going to kill. I haven't been paid to go after you, you haven't given me a good reason, and so far I think I like you."

Wasn't long before he heard the waitress' footsteps against the tile floor. He tilted his head a little to the left for a second to check on the other patron. The guy was sipping at a cup of coffee watching them before he looked past them. "What can I get you?" asked the waitress. "I'll have a cup of coffee, small order of bacon, and a few slices of toast." Jack answered. He was pretty sure the cook had already stepped behind the counter.

[nyshia]

Nyshia nodded her head slowly as she leaned forward against the table and looked at him, her gaze seeking his for a moment before she spoke, "My reasons for killing are slightly like your own....people who deserve to die or attempt to harm me." Her voice was soft and lilting and barely audible so as not to catch any attention of the others around them.

That digit was still twirling her hair as she leaned against the table and began speaking once more, still soft and lilting, but not as inaudible as before, "So what are you having for breakfast? I'm afraid I've already had my fill for the day..."

She was interrupted as the waitress came over, Nyshia glowering at her for a moment before pasting a happy expression on her facial features and patiently waiting on her companion to order before speaking up as the waitress turned to leave, "Excuse me miss....If I could get the biggest hott chocolate you have with as much whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles as you can get on it without it spilling, I'd really appreciate it."

Her eyes twinkled and an extremely innocent expression came over her features as the waitress nodded and she looked back to her companion and smiled, letting her fangs show momentarily before seeping back into a meek smile and an amused expression, "You're still paying, right?" A thin eyebrow raised inquisitively.

[The Janitor]

"You are correct. Like I said before my treat."he answered. While he waited for their orders he started thinking about what she said about who she killed. He had met quite a few who made the same selections. Sometimes the meetings were friendly and others not so friendly. It surprised him that she wasn't bothered by the fact that he killed for money. That put him on everyone's shit list. Especially that of other hunters since he had no problem going after them as well.

She must have assumed that those he hunted were on the same level as the victims she took. While he did remove a number of bad apples from the barrel he took a number that were good as well. He did not enjoy doing it, but business was business. As long as the cash was in his hand the deed would be done. Did not matter what they were, who they were, or what they had done.

He leaned forward with his left elbow on the table. His chin resting on his hand with his thumb pressed against his cheek and the knuckle of his index finger against his lips. Weird little habit for whenever he needed to think long and hard about something. Stuck with him since elementary school. Certainly got a number of odd looks from anyone nearby. Didn't bother him though. He closed his eyes after the slight show of fang, took a deep breath before slowly exhaling, and opening them.

Strange one indeed. No telling how old she is. At least a hundred. Somebody important in her past life. Doesn't seem to be much of a fighter. Then again I could be wrong... Heh... Always with the cute little eyebrow...

He sat up straight and placed his hand on the table. Trying to think of something to say. Her eyes were a little distracting though. Finally he thought of something. He hoped it wasn't too person, but it didn't matter if she declined to answer. "If you don't mind me asking. Were you born in the city or are you originally from some place else?"

[nyshia]

Nyshia was silent the whole time he was in thought, the only thing that might have bothered him was the calculated drumming of her impatient fingers as she waited on their order to be brought to them.

Just how freaking long does it take for them to make toast and bacon?!

A soft sigh escaped her as she grabbed her hand with the twirling hair hand and held it in place and leaned back into the booth with a slight grumble escaping her. Her expression somewhat moody and testy as she glanced towards the counter and then to her companion before he suddenly spoke.

She laughed at his question, a geniuine laugh. "I'm shocked you can't tell...I'm from Kyoto, Nih...er...Japan. Next you'll want to know my age, right? How old do I look? Or better yet, how old do I feel to you?" She posed this question because some vampires and werewolves had a certain aura of power about them, she somtimes wondered if, with her age, she held this power about her.

Her fingers began to drum on her arm as she glanced back to the counter once more, then turned and glanced around the dining area and settled her gaze on the fellow behind her for a moment, winked at him if he was looking, and then gazed about in front of her for a moment before turning her gaze back on her companion. "I swear, I'll grow old with age before you get your meal..." Obviously this was meant to be a joke, but whether or not he found it funny was entirely up to him, she certainly found it amusing and it showed on her delicate features.

[The Janitor]

He blushed a little when she laughed. "Well you never know. America is know as the melting pot. It's not polite to ask an adult about their age. Especially a lady. However if I'd take a guess I'd say about twenty-two or so. As to how old you feel I can't really tell. I'd say at least a hundred or more. I've never really been able to feel how powerful a vampire was unless they tried toying with my mind." It was the truth. He assumed masters and ancients could hide their true power and usually did. Which made them even more dangerous if it were true.

"Patience is a virtue." he laughed. Luckily he heard the waitress' footsteps again. His plate of food was placed in front of him and the cup of hot chocolate in front of Nyshia. "I'll have your coffee in a moment. I'm sorry I didn't take care of it first." the waitress explained. "It's no problem." Jack replied as he reached for the silverware. He tore off the little strip of paper that kept the napkin wrapped around it. He opened a small packet of apple jelly before he picked up the butter knife.

"Any particular reason as to why you settled down in New York?" he asked. It seemed strange to him that most vampires stuck to cities. Even though there was a large selection of prey to choose from. Wouldn't seem strange if it were a European city. Where parts of it never really changed. After spreading the jelly out on the toast he took a quick bite. Man that's good, he thought. Toast wasn't too soft or hard. It was nice and crispy. He didn't both paying any attention to the man sitting in the back.

[nyshia]

Nyshia started to reply when the waitress returned with their order and she only huffed when the waitress explained the coffee and shook her head at the waitress as she walked away.

She then looked down at the hot chocolate placed before and nearly grinned with glee before catching herself and meekly smiling at it before snatching Jack's spoon from across the table with such speed her hand was barely noticed until she casually dipped the spoon into the whipped cream and got a big lump of it on it. Her eyes were bright with a momentarily joy as she swooped the spoon towards her mouth.

As she went to put it into her mouth, the cream got on her upper lip and the tip of her nose before the rest entered her mouth and she 'mmm'd with the yumminess of it before she realized she had left some excess on her mouth. Blushing, she quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped it up before replying to his question.

"I've stayed all over in my lifetime and found New York to be rather interesting for the next half century or so and there's plenty of sinful souls here to keep me...satiated." She shrugged her shoulders lightly and then took another spoonful of the whipped cream in her mouth, being more careful this time before stirring the rest of the cream up in her hot chocolate and taking a sip of it.

She then spoke once more, "Atleast two and a half centuries..." Its all she said, no explanation as to what she was talking about, but she assumed he was a smart enough man to figure out what it was she was talking about.

[The Janitor]

"I hate when your kind does that." Jack said nodding down to where his spoon had been. That was why vampires were his least favorite quarry. Any time he went up against one without the element of surprise he only had a split second to move. Otherwise he'd be in a world of hurt or dead. Although he could sometimes use their superior speed to his advantage.


"Two and a half centuries...That's a long time. To me any way. I'm guessing you traveled to the old US of A around the mid eighteen hundreds?" he asked picking up a piece of bacon. Althought he never really studied Japanese history he was pretty sure it was closed off from the rest of the world shortly after the 1600s until the US Navy's forced opening. That was sometime in the 1850s.

"God I feel so young now..." he sighed. It seemed like yesterday that he was back in the old town. Sitting in school scribbiling down ballistic formulas in the middle of English class. He shuddered at the thought of having to read Romeo and Juliet out loud again. His coffee had arrived shortly after he finished the last few pieces of bacon. It was exactly how he liked it. Dark and bitter. "So I take it that you've seen a great deal interesting things in your life."