Jolan walked in. Despite being a hunter and human, or so he thought, he had an odd scent. As female vampires, primarily, tended to comment upon whenever he was face to face with them. As one woman vampire named Veronica had said...a hint of spice with a dash of brimstone mixed with the earthy scent of human male. Of course being the woman was a vampire he took no regard on what she had said. Especially with the demeaning attitude she had portrayed it with. In any case he took little regard of what the vanged beings said. Unless it was of importance. Things as trivial as his scent meant nothing. He was very job and goal oriented being he was raised by priests to hunt these creatures. He had a strong disliking of vampires. It came from vampires killing everyone he had held dear. Now he dealt with them only if he had to slay them. However, he did not go out of his way slaying each and every vampire he came across. No. He only slayed the ones with marks on them. Who were the greatest menaces to society. No use doing meaningless kills.<br/><br/>He walked inside and instantly felt eyes upon him. He ignored it but was also instantly on guard. Some vampires were known to start fights just to start them. He wasnâ€™t here to mess with any of them. He saw the bar keep looking his way and looked back at him. Watching him send over a girl dressed in all leather. If that wasnâ€™t sultry he didnâ€™t know what was. Leather on a chick tended to just be hot. Although he couldnâ€™t really figure out why they would want to squeak when they tried to sit or stand. Nothing sexy about that. He took the letter from the woman. â€œThank you.â€ he said. He reached into his pocked and flicked a gold coin, he carried them around as bribes for vampires as most tend to love gold but hate silver, and let it land in the tip cup. After which he turned and left the club without another word.<br/><br/>Once outside he opened the letter. Reading it over. â€œMore games mystiÌ±riÃ³Ì±diÌ± gynaÃ­ka Ã³morfiÌ±?" (translation from greek: mysterious beautiful woman) He sighed a bit. "Betwixt and between...sounds like something in the middle." He read it over again. "The beach...that one was obvious." He continued rereading it. "Ah...those condos overlooking the beach. Supposably the middle one." He took off running.<span style="font-style: italic">SInce I can not determine which floor I'm going to lace the doors inside entrance and outside entrance all of them. Plenty of time before she comes back.</span>When he arrived he went to the middle one. "Two can play games cheri. Two can play games." He jumped up to the third floor balconys. One at a time lacing the handles and frames with holy water. Repeating this for the second and first floor. The went into the inside and laced the door handles on the inside on each floor.<br/><br/>Exiting the building and climbed up a pipe onto the roof. Sitting down where he could see over the side. Looking to the horizon. Dawn was beginning to come. Would she even come back? It was likely she had other places to hole up. Vampires usually did. He jumped down and landed. One hand touching the sand. He then went into the shadows cast by the building and leaned against one. Taking a cigarette out and lit it. Blowing out a funnel of smoke before putting it back up to his lips. A habit of boredom. Might kill him one day. Might not. No additives in his cigarettes. That is part of what really killed you...the additives.