<span style="font-family:Philosopher">"You would be correct Miss Katherine, I am no local." He said as he flicked on a light. He led her in to a spacious <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2FMdnzlAF.jpg&amp;hash=ef0b5b932752efad24a4e1039390cecf" href="https://i.imgur.com/MdnzlAF.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">living room</a> where he bade her sit down. He quickly exited and rifled through a small wine rack in the kitchen where he selected a red wine.  Pouring himself a healthy glass of wine, he ambled back in to the living room all the while sipping at the wine."And to answer your first question, I moved to White Hills because I wanted somewhere relatively close to New York City but still retraining that rustic feel that is so lacking in the urbanity found closer to the cities."<br/>
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He leaned against the couch in which she sat, quietly sipping at his wine before he placed the wineglass down and looked around,"Yes, yes. I know. Teachers are poor, sad souls living in shacks and struggling in vain to teach indifferent youths. I, however, come from wealth and am not about to trade in my home and car for a ratty room and a seven year old used car." He smirked and stood up. Even as a mortal, James had enjoyed the finer things in life and nothing about being immortal had changed that. If nothing else, being alive for thousands of years had done nothing but enhance that dramatically. Now, he owned several homes around the world and innumerable vehicles and other sundry items that he had lost count of, in a number of different aliases and names. But they meant nothing to the true passion that drove his life.<br/>
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The hunt.<br/>
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"But. You came here for something to help you in your school report and that's what we'll do." He motioned with his hand to have her follow him and he quickly walked to a side room. Opening the door, it was discovered the room was empty save for plinths and shelves lining the room. The plinths and shelves contained books, scrolls, pieces of armor, and weapons, as well as a myriad assortment of other items, some contained behind glass."My own little museum. I am a bit of a collector. Here, you will find items dating all the way back to the Roman Empire. Please, search to your heart's content. View anything without fear of reprisal." Walking down the brightly lit room, he stopped in front of a shelf. After staring at the shelf for a moment he snapped his fingers,"Eureka!" He removed a small, leather bound book in black. Wiping off imaginary dust he handed it to Katherine.<br/>
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"This is the journal of a Doctor Luka Ivanov. He lived and died during the reign of Stalin. Supposedly he was a victim of one of Stalin's many purges." In reality, Dr. Ivanov had been one of James' confidants and had died in James' arms after contracting cancer. He had begged for James to turn him but, in the end, he had allowed the doctor to pass.</span>