Molly could feel the dark magic slithering through the air and she shuddered heavily and didn't walk into the room. She gave Harry an apologetic look and walked back down to the lobby just as he was retching in the bathroom. She was glad she had walked away if the aura had affected Harry so badly, it would have done worse to her. With a heavy sigh she walked outside and leaned against the wall, shivering and with the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. The feel of that room had been enough to make her scurry away like a mouse.<br/><br/>She felt so weak! She slid down the wall and cursed herself mentally, trying not to cry from frustration. She managed to get herself together and stood, walking back into the lobby. She mounted the stairs, taking them two at a time and inhaled sharply just before getting to the room and pushed her way inside. “Just me, Murphey.” She called so she didn't get a gun in her face and looked over the room. Her knees shook as she looked at the bodies and she choked down a cry. “Oh god.” She whispered out and walked backwards to stand in the doorway to the bathroom and look at Harry.<br/><br/>“What did this?” She asked him, looking horrified. Molly had seldom seen something as gruesome as this and it shook her to her very core. She finally refocused on Harry and walked a little ways into the bathroom. “Harry? Are you okay?” She asked, looking from Harry to Murphey in a worried fashion.<br/><br/>–<br/>Jackson was making his way across town, looking for something cute to woo and had found his mark. She was adorable in almost a gypsy fashion. She was odd, padding down the street in bare feet. His head tilted and he watched her, being deadly quiet like most Vampires could be. He knew if any Wizards caught him there, especially Dresden, he would be dead. Chicago was no man's land for the Vampiric community and they were not supposed to be there, he didn't much care though.<br/><br/>He stopped as she did at the hotel and he inhaled, a shudder went through him and his eyes widened and went from green to bright red. Death. Blood. The smell wracked through his being and he hissed under his breath and then walked forward, gently coming up behind the girl and passing her with a quick “You do not want the cops to catch you loitering around out here.” With that he made his way down the street toward the direction Thianna had been traveling.<br/><br/>Jackson had put some of that Vampiric power in his words to try and lure the girl into following him. He wanted her away from that, but mostly he wanted her intrigued. He knew wizards were bad news for mortals, but then again, so was he. He planned to woo this girl, lure her in, have his way, drain her a little and then send her on her way. She would remember a fun night with an extraordinary man and nothing more, well, f he had his way. He walked away from her at a leisurely pace, listening to see if she would follow him.<br/><br/>–<br/><br/>Heels clicked in a quick tempo down the avenue as Lauretta made her way downtown. She was moving quickly, yes, but not suspiciously so, from a crime she had just committed. The power still flowed through her veins and she was giddy with the thrill of it. Green eyes danced and she stopped, walking into a local coffee shop to have a quick bite to eat and a hot drink after walking from the hotel to the scene that was Downtown Chicago.<br/><br/>She was slightly frozen and could use it and all the more, it would camouflage her from anyone that would come looking. Yes, she could pull a veil, but that would look even more suspicious. She chose not to do this. She walked to the counter, ordered her drink and a muffin and walked back to her table, humming happily to herself. She looked like a college attendee and she used this to her advantage. She was pretty, with a tumble of red curls and soft pink lips. Her features were soft and her frame that of a runner. Her green eyes had flecks of brown in them, making them look hazel at times and she rather adored them. She settled in to wait, and relax after her deed. Ah, this was the life.