It was easy, following Drake's direction to an old joint that served coffee and food. Ryah found himself almost on autopilot, cruising down the almost-empty streets. It was still early and most of the working world seemed to be asleep, except for the early risers. The world seemed so peaceful and serene; the average human never would have known the dangers that lurked beneath the surface, the monsters and the evil. The darkness and death that clung to the edge of society.<br/><br/>At Drake's words, oh so casually spoken, Ryah nearly swerved the car. "What the fuck?!" He exclaimed, hands white-knuckling the steering wheel. "What the hell, man? What kind of question is that?" The brunet was offended. What did Drake take him for? Yeah, he was a hunter. And yeah, normally he would not have hesitated to kill the vampire. And maybe it had only been one night, but Ryah was beginning to see that the world wasn't always so black and white either. Not all humans were good. And perhaps not all vampires were bad. It was a strange realization to have, that was for certain.<br/><br/>"I'm not going to--Jesus Christ," he began and turned his head to glare at Drake. "Look, maybe I don't know you at all but... You're helping me out here when you have no stake in this, when you're risking your life for nothing. I don't--I'm not going to kill you after this. Anyone ever tell you that you have issues?"<br/><br/>Ryah had to admit, he had certainly never come across any vampire like Drake before. The other male threw him for a loop. "And you think<i>I'm</i>on a suicide mission," he muttered, shaking his head.<br/><br/>He noticed the only place open for coffee, just down the block and pulled up, parking just a few stores away. The classic neon sign boasted fresh coffee and all-day breakfast. The cafe didn't look like much, a grungy exterior that matched the interior but it was food, and Ryah was starving. "You come here before you were changed?" He asked, curiously. "What's good here?"