<div class="floatleft">(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e63/consortium11/8bb9cd32-4a6c-4103-8295-ce81259a62e7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Azorin (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948148#msg7948148)<br/><strong>Location: The Woods</strong><br/><strong>Tag: Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/>A slayer. A slayer here... in Fairview.<br/><br/>Azorin could take any form he wished and the form he took now was utterly non-descript. No-one batted an eyelid as he made his way though the party, still going on despite the drama and the odd screams.<br/><br/>A slayer! A slayer in Fairview.<br/><br/>In his long life... well, he supposed it was “life”... he had made no effort to seek out a Slayer. In truth he had done the opposite deliberately avoiding areas where a Slayer had been reported. Slayers were messy. They tried to kill creatures like him. Azorin wasn't entire certain he could be killed but he might be banished and more than that he could be caused a lot of pain. And Azorin had no liking for pain. But to have a Slayer here? On his doorstep? It was not an opportunity to be denied. Not to kill her... God, all that would do would bring another one... one who would likely hold a vendetta against him. No, to manipulate, to tease, to torment, to see exactly what reactions he could get from her.<br/><br/>Fairview was looking to become a very interesting place...<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/mens_penguin_sweater_nordstrom.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sam Reid (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948132#msg7948132)<br/><strong>Location: The Faces nightclub</strong><br/><strong>Tag: Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Sam hadn't quite run screaming from the woods that night but he wasn't far off. And it had taken another few dozen slugs of whisky before he finally passed out warm and supposedly safe in his bed. The next day had been little better. He'd tried to put thoughts of it from his mind but he couldn't... something certainly not helped  by the fact that as he wandered the college campus he caught glances of the people he had seen the night before. He didn't take it any further. He didn't want to. He just wanted to pretend the whole bloody mess had never happened.<br/><br/>And it likewise wasn't helped by the fact that sat in The Faces that evening, the main nightclub in town and the one his father owned... hell, the one place he should feel most comfortable of all... he saw them all again...