((This'll probably be a horrible post, but oh well, at least it's a post))<br/><br/>Melissa sighed at the mention of phones. Her's was back in her bedroom at home. No deleting all contacts for her. Not that she would anyway. When the woman in front of her answered her phone, she listened to the conversation silently, absorbing everything and filing it away for later. Sabbat sounded mysteriously similar to Sabbath, which made the young girl wonder if this world of Vampires had any Jewish origins. That would be something she'd have to work out later on. Right now, the woman was stepping out of the car, and Melissa followed suit, regretting her choice of the checkered pink and black mini skirt. She could feel the eyes of the men on her throughout the ride, and as she stepped out of the car, her hands delved in to the small pockets of her mini skirt, assuming a casual stance, while her hands grasped the knife in either pocket.<br/><br/>The young emo girl followed Vivianne cautiously, gazing around the warehouse building as they entered with an almost paranoid awareness, the voice calling out making her jump slightly. It would be obvious to anyone observing her that she was particularly jumpy and out of sync, most likely from her recent turning in to a creature of the night. As they made their way down the walkway, the girl tightened her grip on her knives, fingers flexing in case she needed to use them.<br/><br/>When she glimpsed the sleep-deprived man, Melissa relaxed visibly, seeing the man as not much of a threat, however her grip on her knives remained. She emo girl didn't respond to the man's question, deciding to let someone else handle that, and instead swept her gaze over the room curiously. The small office held little of interest for her, however, and so Melina turned back to the man and asked in her soft, musical voice, "<span style="color: darkorchid">What's in the box?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>