((Ha ha it's all good. Minus the city I live in (which isn't nearly big enough to fit the bill for this story) I can't say I've ever been anywhere that would fit.))<br/><br/>She set her empty mug on the table and stood, pulling out her wallet and placing her change next to the money already on the table. She stretched, her back arching, and headed out the door. She hailed a cab and, 5 minutes later, was let out on the pavement before her complex.<br/><br/>The building was old but solid, 4 stories of rambling red brick and black iron balconies. She checked her mail in the lockbox in the main hall, nodding to 2b's tenant as he passed her on his way out the door. She strode to the back of the first floor and made her way slowly up the three flights of stairs to her apartment door. Unlocking it, she pushed to door open, nearly tripping when a sleek black and grey cat wound it's way around her ankles, mewling happily.<br/>"Hey Chester baby, mama's home." He'd been sleeping in the bathroom sink when she'd come home to change earlier, and now seemed insistent on making up for lost time. She scooped him up, rubbing her cheek against his velvet ears as she shut the door with the heel of her boot.<br/><br/>Lucella's apartment was well-sized and eclectically furnished. The black leather sofa a -move-in gift from her brother-  was positioned at an angle, a small garage-sale end table sitting between it and the grey suede armchair she'd bought on sale at the furniture store. The room was floored in soft, off-white carpet, the walls a creamy beige. A laptop sat charging on the glass-topped black iron coffee table in front of the couch. Lucella settled herself on the couch, scratching the cat behind the ears and cooing at him the way cat owners often do. After a moment he hopped down, padding off toward her bedroom, no doubt to take his usual residence in the bathroom sink now that he'd gotten his attention.  Leaning forward, she unplugged the computer and set it on her lap.<br/><br/>Reclining back, she clicked the internet tab and opened to a search engine, typing "public garden" into the Local Map Search. A roadmap of the city appeared on the screen, covered in little red blips.<br/>"This is going to take forever," she sighed, rolling her mouse pointer over each in turn, hoping the street-side pictures would give her some clue as to where she was supposed to be going next. Ten, fifteen, twenty locations were passed by, either because they were more playgrounds or parks than gardens, or because they were simply not equipped with the adornments her tormentor had mentioned.<span style="font-style: italic">White roses and a fountain with baby angels...</span><br/><br/>There. Winston Memorial Gardens. Lucella clicked on the indicator, following a link to the description page of the scene. The city had dedicated it to Martha and Geoffrey Winston, the main benefactors to the Children's wing of Ghaston Hills Mental Institution.<span style="font-style: italic">Great, I'm gonna be playing cat-and-mouse with a vampire in a park dedicated to the people who helped build a chunk of the local loony bin. Fan-fucking-tastic.</span>