<div style="text-align: right;">Go Here (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167941.0) If you wish to join~</div><br/>Shadows had already consumed the city when Oliver walked outside on the roof of the disused shoppe building, peering out over the edge to look at the watery looking lights below at the ground level. Pedestrians were scurrying around down there, and the harsh scents of gasoline and car exhaust stung Oliver's nose as he scanned the roads below. A late night breeze tugged at his unkempt hair, and brought the sounds of sirens far away, and the noise of pidgeons roosting some where on a taller building behind this one. Hazey clouds were smudged purple from the night, wreathing the half moon in a slowly churning veil. Rain was on it's way, Oliver could feel it in the air, making his insides queasy. Jennete emerged from the hatch on the roof, and quietly walked up to stand beside him. She was in a woolen white sweater with buttons and knitted designs, and had a turtle neck shirt on beneath that, her curly dark brown hair tied in a loose braid. "Kile and Helana left fifteen minutes ago." She informed him, her amber eyes scanning the urban world below. "We better keep and eye on Rothmel Street, and the Cafe'."<br/>Oliver nodded, "I'll go, keep an eye on Darla will you, if you please?" He asked, glancing at Jennete, who nodded in agreement, "Indeed, make sure Aribelle and her colony have kept their promise." She added as she turned, "The last summer we let them within our stomping grounds, her colony took away Rochella." An edge had escaped her usual calm tone, and Oliver knew how resentful she must feel; Aribelle was keen to take away Omegas from their colonies, and trianing them as her own colony vampires. Friendship was strained between septerate colinies, and Oliver had to admit, he did miss Rochella. "I'll make sure their colony kept their promise." Oliver responded, watching as Jennete walked back toward the hatch and climbed down, and out of sight.<br/>Oliver turned, looking out over the cityscape and taking in a deep breath. He would check Rothmel Street, where a book store and a bread and pastries market stood across from eachother, on a turning road with a lampost. Oliver slid down the far edge of the building, clamouring down with silent ease, then walked out from the dark alley way, which had been rank with the stench of whatever it was the pidgeon building disposed of in the dumpsters back there. Striding out onto the sidewalk, Oliver made his way east, toward the far edge of their stomping grounds, half listening to the noisy music that played on the radios of nearby cars as he walked by them.<br/><br/>Upon arriving, the bookstore was closed for the evening, as was the pastry shop; it was cool, with the neon lights of other buildings blinking in the distance. The air felt thin, yet thick with the scent of the usual city smells, it was normal. But as Oliver approached the lampost, his shoes stepping softly against the rough concrete underfoot, he glanced up, and saw a flicker of movement at the corner of his eye ont he roof of the bookstore. He could hear the beating of a rapid heart, and the sudden halt of somone who knew it had been caught. "I can hear you." Oliver siad outloud, trying his best to hide his rising hostility. "No you can't." The intruding vampire responded, "I'm a figment of your imagination."<br/>Figment of his imagination<em>indeed</em>.<br/>Oliver scaled the building silently, and climbed up over the railing to glare at the intruder sternly, who had jumped in surprise, flaring her fangs in defense, "Jeremy, the moron spotted me!" She alarmed a nearby crate, where a second vampire emerged, following his friend as they fled the building. Dispersal vampires, they must be no older then five years in vampire terms. Olivcer watched them go with unblinking eyes, until they were specs in the gloomy light. Sastisfied the area was safe, Oliver turned, looking to the north west. Time to go to the Cafe'.