<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2cs8hew.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Elise Mauvais</span></em></span><br/>Murphy's Tavern<br/>Day 1, Night<br/>Tagged: Todd Williams; Renair Malcovian; Lyguardia Fen; Oyohusa Adawehi<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mr. Williams' voice hit her ears and she couldn't help but smile behind the pages of her book. How flattering. Now what were his intentions? Though, at this thought, she paused. Was that really a necessary question? Perhaps she should just enjoy the flattery and await for dear little Aryanna to come to her with the request. She quite liked the young girl. So sweet and innocent. Comme une petite poupée. It was nice how she helped the elder folk, though it was merely her payment for having lived with them for so long- who would honestly believe a true relation there? The blood smelled so very different. Speaking of blood... What was the scent?<br/><br/>At the table beside her now sat a gorgeously dark man, the air about him being confidence, arrogance and... Not hunger? A small sniff into the air explained the lack of appetite, as well as who the mystery slaughterer from the previous night was.<em>"Tsk, tsk, mon ami. It is not nice to go preying on the week."</em>Those words must have sounded almost purred from the woman. Flames danced in the eyes that scanned the old book she held, but her attention was now fully on this vampiric newcomer. Well, almost fully. The witch still caught her glances here and there.<em>"Have you come into town just to start trouble? Such an old man shouldn't be running around trying to have fun."</em>Still that strange purr. Somehow, she couldn't help herself in the presence of other vampires. It returned her to the natural French intensity that she donned when first being turned.<br/><br/>And what was this? The reactions of those in the room. The woman and the Indian looked absolutely dreadful. Nine seconds. That's all the time it would take. So why not? Gazing at her three targets, first the woman, the Indian, and last the vampire, her eyes turned white. A blurred tunnel formed in the room, black, then a light at the end of it. She saw a family, torn apart piece by piece throughout a house; an entire village, slaughtered and left to rot; and then... both images, the former first, but these images were not a view of the aftermath, rather a view of the feast. A sigh and her vision returned, eyes darkening and head shaking.<em>"Obviously, I have asked the wrong question. I bid you a word of warning: this town has many protectors. You are strong, oui, but do not try your best here."</em>Although the purr was intact, her words were serious, eyes now raised to look at the man.