New York again. The place didn't have too many memories going along with it, he had blown in and flown out in such a blur the last time he was there that it wasn't exactly possible he could have made any memories, let alone truly notable ones. This time around was... different, though. Virtually nothing was the same about this trip. This time he was running, and not just from a crappy life; he was running from things that would kill him if given the chance.<span style="font-style: italic">and here I became a vampire to <span style="font-weight: bold">not</span> be prey</span>The words flitted through his mind easily as he walked through the alleys, noting every little noise that touched against his ears, every scent that wafted up to his nose.<br/><br/>He wouldn't be taken unaware, not again.<br/><br/>Since he had arrived he'd been trying to track down a local coven he'd caught wind of somewhere farther north, he'd heard that it was a point of resistance to the 'wolves. Vampires who were actively working against them. So, naturally, he followed every whiff he was able to snatch up of them and their existence.<br/><br/>Stopping quite suddenly his brilliant blue gaze flashed upwards to eye a building, rundown, not exactly fit for functional use to all outside eyes, but it looked about right. Among the other buildings, it blended rather well. Humans wouldn't suspect it, werewolves sure as hell wouldn't.<br/><br/>After a moment he moved toward the doors, opening one as quietly as possible in order to slip inside, and then was immediately confronted by an official looking guy who definitely had the marks of vampirism written all over him. At least to Mikki. He was getting better at the whole, 'using his senses without them completely crushing him,' thing.<span style="color: #40BFFF">"Sorry, I'm Mikhail,"</span>He said before the other guy could open his mouth to demand an identity.<span style="color: #40BFFF">"I just got into town not long ago... was hoping to find some of my own people..."</span><br/><br/>For a moment the guy narrowed his eyes in thought, but it seemed like Mikki was good to go, so after being directed to the meeting room he slid in nearly unnoticed just as a collective hiss seemed to emanate from the crowd gathered. For a moment he blinked, and then realized what the speaker was saying, and then his eyes were widening in the slightest, apprehension flickering through their sapphire depths.<br/><br/>If the werewolves figured out how to combat silver, that would be a major disadvantage to those who were attempting to fend them off, especially the humans they decided to attack. Humans were... weak... he could see that now that he wasn't one, now that he could compare this strength he felt coiled up in his muscles to that of what he'd been. However, being able to walk in the daylight? He hadn't been out of it long, unlike some of the participants in this meeting, but he knew that would be a plus on the fanged side.<br/><br/>When the chatter grew up around him he moved, slipping through the gathered bodies and collecting a few strange looks along the way, and found his way to where the man who'd been speaking was. Except, when he got there, the guy was already speaking to a woman. A rather striking one, at that, with beautiful brown locks and eyes, from what he'd barely glimpsed, that looked like a storm had been caught in them.<br/><br/>His lips pursed somewhat as he watched them, but he stayed put, watching them as they conversed. When their conversation ended, though, it wasn't the man that his gaze was on, it was the woman. So, naturally, that was who he went to follow, tagging along behind her as he attempted to catch up. Then he was veering off course so he could circle around and step out in front of her, literally standing in her path in order to catch her attention.<span style="color: #40BFFF">"you, I have questions, and you look like someone that can answer them..."</span>