<span style="color: #408000">Marius grinned inwardly, so far his plan was going just as it should.  He paused for what seemed like an eternity to glance back at the building he had set ablaze the night before, lingering on the memory of the old man screaming midst the flames as his short life ended.  Such was the way with humanity, always clinging to every moment they have, but hating the solution to prolonging those moments.  His kind were heralded as monsters in their eyes, and yet they posses what most humans crave... immortality...<br/>Still, in those fleeting moments, he could sense his fare growing restless even though to her sense of time filled with heartbeats his lingering could hardly be noticed, but this girl was special, and her impatience  only forced to increase his desire to have her.  He climbed into the cab and turned off the meter, "Okay lets get to it then shall we?" with that he drove off down the road toward the bistro cafe 3 blocks down in the same direction as her dance studio. <br/>"I don't know how you like it, but I'm a Black coffee kind of guy myself." He cut a glace up into the mirror to look at her, "Have you eaten today? I'm not meaning to pry its just that my mother always told me breakfast was the most important meal of the day..." Marius noticed her agitation at his desire to chatter.  In truth he had no desire to speak, but he was playing the role of the cab driver, and the nature of their job is one of chit chat.  He stopped the cab in front of the little bistro cafe, the glow of cheap signage emanating through hazy rain revealed it to be a franchise chain. Nothing like what she usually indulged in for sure, but he knew the options were slim at this point.  <br/>He turned back to face her and flashed her a smile, "So, how do you take your coffee, my treat. I'll even spring for a bagel or some fruit salad or something light so you won't ruin your girlish figure.." He smiled sweetly, letting his charm blend with a mix of awkwardness that should be there.  He hoped that just enough confidence shown through his facade to endear him to her, but not enough to cause her to pull away, as only the night knows she was guarded enough already.  No he had to play this cool, and closer to the head then the heart, he could tell that this lovely specimen was driven more by logic then by lofty emotions.  She was the type to work hard for her desires, to make them happen on her own terms, not the type to chase whimsical flights of fancy.  There was a sadness to her, a pain of loss and sacrifice weighing heavy in her eyes, as if her dreams were almost in her grasp but she was still somewhat unsure if this time she would achieve them.<br/>Yes, he could tell that many years struggling and chasing her dreams were beginning to weigh on her fragile sensibilities, and that was something he could definitely use to his advantage.  He looked at her awaiting an answer, or any movement whatsoever to signify his next course of action.<br/><br/></span>