She stood near the divider, one shoulder resting gently at it's corner, a flute of champagne in her manicured hand. The exhibit was ghastly; how anyone could consider the sight of pea soup splattered across a stretch of canvas "art" was beyond her.  Her hazel eyes rolled away from the poor excuse for a painting next to her to find him making his way delicately through the crowd.<br/><br/>Lucella shifted from one foot to the other in an effort to make herself more comfortable. She'd never been fond of heels, but events like this call for elegant formality, and her 5'4" frame needed all the help it could get. She was sheathed in a dark crimson gown, wrapped up in a delicate looking black bolero jacket. Her mess of auburn hair was piled on top her head, held out of her face by a handful of ornate combs and more than a little wishful thinking. Alec would never have been able to convince her to show up, had he not informed her that, as his best (and only) sister, she had to make an appearance for his sake. Her real reason for being here, however, was standing in front of a god-awful smattering of color, staring raptly up at it.<span style="font-style: italic">It looks like someone murdered a clown and had it laminated,</span>she thought, shaking her head in disgust. She eyed her query for a moment, letting her eyes drift about the room lest someone notice her unnatural focus. When she looked back to where he had been however, he was gone.<br/><br/>With a suddenness born of the centuries, he melted out of the crowd just in front of her, grinning slightly. Mockingly.<span style="font-style: italic">Yeah you son of a bitch, smirk all you want. We both know I can't do anything to you here, but you better watch your back,</span>she swore silently at him. He drifted toward her. His bright eyes gleamed under a fringe of dark lashes as he brushed her side, slipping something into the pocket of her jacket before leaning in, his breath warm on her ear as he whispered.<br/>"Happy hunting," soft as a sigh, his voice richer than she could have imagined. It sent a shiver down her spine, and then he was gone.<br/><br/>Slightly shaken, she gripped her drink more firmly and made her way through the crowd to a corner, settling into one of the chairs there. She set the champagne on one of the gilt coasters upon the table beside her and slipped the object from her pocket. It was a delicate white envelope, unadorned and completely blank. She turned it over and slid her fingernail under the seal. Inside was a plain piece of white paper, and as she read the message she found herself shaking her head, a grin playing about the edges of her lips.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">So he wants to play a game hmm? We'll see who's the hunter and who's the hunted...</span>