Oliver flinched as the revirberating noise of the thunder far over head buzzed in his sensitive ears, and he glanced up while he walked along the sidewalk. Big tear drops of rain began to fall heavily, pooling in cold, gritty puddles around the concrete and asphalt roads, and around drainage grates that dotted here and there near the bases of the closely clustered buildings. Blinking away the rain, Oliver hurried onward, feeling his jacket grow heavy and uncomfortable as it absorbed the falling streams that fell from the storm above. The sound of cars plowing through puddles on the streets to his left echoed dully in the city, and the hampering patter of the rainfall muffled any noises that would otherwise have been easy to pick up on. A lady using a newspaper as an umbrella walked past Oliver as he hurried on, her business-suit high heels clacking on the concrete sidewalk. The night-owl pedestrians who still roamed the city were hurrying to their assigned locations, suddenly eager to be inside rather then out and about in the storm.<br/><br/>Oliver rounded a corner, and spotted the late night Cafe' that his Colony's had dubbed as their own. It was a place where humans would gather to recite poems and limericks, free of charge, and would then sit to listen to jazz music while having a midnight snack, if the usual band was not allowing another to play in their place, which probably had a small venue fee, Oliver had oftem presumed. It was five blocks down, and he started toward it, but a familiar scent had bathed his senses. Turning, he could see Helana beckoning to him as she slipped into a nearby antique store, across the street. Helana was Kile's vampire, having turned idipendent of Kile's care and her Omega stage a year ago, and was now simply a Subordinate in the colony who had no interest of being in charge, nor leaving it's company.<br/><br/>She was compact and tiny, with dark blonde hair she usually dyed half of neon-red, and sported gray or black graphic tee shirts that had a alternitave rock band's logo over the front, along with a denim jacket and white jeans. Helana was a bit of the oddball in the colony. Oliver glanced up and down the street, before crossing over to the store, and she pulled him in by the sleeve of his jacket, "Helana what are you-"<br/>"I found this at the south-west Boardwalk an hour ago," She told him once inside, "It's not from Aribelle though, Oliver, that's what's weirding me out," Oliver looked down at the folded, crumpled old note that Helana pressed into his hands, and let his eyes wander over it. "It's written all derpy and freaky, too, I wanted to show Jenette, but you were closer." Helana added, a frown creasing her face.<br/><br/>Unfolding it, it read the sentances "<em>For the Vampires; .thgilF fO tuO staB gnihctanS</em>", tagged with the name "<em>Sincirely, The Hawkens Family</em>"<br/>"This is most likely a prank." Oliver reasoned, stuffing the obscure note in his pocket, "Where's Kile?"<br/><br/>Kile was Jenette's vampire, a year after she had claimed Oliver himself. Kile had short black hair, and a hint of Asian origin, but had the accent of a local within England. Kile had no interest in taking in charge either, although, lately he had been hovering around the borderline of contempt when ever Oliver gave a suggestion to start off the nightly routines of vampire life. It would be soon when he left the colony to be a loner, or to start his own colony. Well. Hopefully he would. Oliver pushed the thoughts out of his mind.<br/>"Kile is still at the Boardwalk, he said he wanted to talk to a few friends of his at the other side of town, where our stomping grounds ends." Helana explained, looking uncertain. Oliver shook his head, "Come on, we can sort this out later after we check the cafe'." Tucking Helana in his side, much to her protest, voicing her annoyance by swiping his shoulder playfully, Oliver lead the way back outside in the downpour, squinting in the gloom. He started down the sidewalk, his thoughts wandering.