Bronwyn once again slipped through the shadows that were her element. Despite her pale, gleaming skin and her glittering green eyes, the darkness absorbed her as if welcoming one of its own beloved kin back to the fold where it belonged.<br/>Her target moved instead among the neon lights that lit the night. Old Leon, the rambling musician who had sold her his own beloved cello, was possibly working for the enemy.<br/>Part of Bronwyn's mind, the pure vampire animal side, rebelled at that thought. What made that human her enemy? What could he possibly do to endanger her? It would be all too easy to silence him if it became necessary.<br/>The more civilized side of Bronwyn's mind answered. The human stood a chance of endangering her place in the human society. He posed a threat to the female human, Tara, that she felt obligated to protect. More to the point, he dared to threaten her, dared to interfere with the role she had chosen to fill.<br/>The vampire animal seethed again. So what? Why care?<br/>The civilized vampire rose up and quelled the vampire animal decisively. Because it is mine, my own existence, my own desire. This pitiful human will not endanger that.<br/><br/>Bronwyn trailed Leon across town to a quieter, less dazzling district. Warehouses lined the street. Most of the street lights were broken, the shattered glass long scattered by shuffling feet and rushing wind.<br/>Leon walked around to the side of one of these warehouses and knocked three times. The door opened but a crack.<br/>"Hey, hey. Gots a report for ole' Tomlinson." Leon said breezily.<br/>"Fool!" a voice hissed from the other side of the door. "What do you think you're doing? How many times have we told you not to use names!"<br/>Bronwyn listened closely from her perch on the roof of the neighboring warehouse.<br/>"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Leon waved the rebuke away. "He want my report or not? And if not, who else you think dat Irish beauty gonna let hang around, huh?"<br/>The door opened just enough to admit Leon's wiry frame. "Shut up and get in here. Goddamn!"<br/>The slam of the door echoed off the walls of the buildings, giving Bronwyn a sense of the alley and the outlying buildings without even having to see it. The stone walls of the warehouse were thick, the voices of those inside muffled. She was going to have to get inside if she wanted more information.<br/>Bronwyn smiled. Just like old times. What fun.