Helena had listened patiently to the omega, nodding as she listened to her story, never commenting, never opposing it as ridicule, only listening, and inching closer every few seconds, trying to make the advance unnoticeable; she was trying to burn the image of this omega into her memory, just in case she would decide to leave, it might help tracking her down, or picking out her identity with in another colony, easier. The rough asphalt road was drying rapidly, and getting warmer with every moment the sun crawled up from the edge of the city, and Helena was feeling that tug to go back to home base. "You can go if you would like," Helena murmured quietly, "We won't stop you, but we would welcome you into the clan, if you-" The sound of someone landing at the other side of the road, and beckoning her attention crumbled Helena's focus, and she had to shove aside a thrill of fear. Scrambling to her feet and whirling around, Helena stared, her hard eyes never leaving the stranger.<br/><br/>"A word with me?" Helena echoed, an edge of hostility in her voice. She gave a small, curt nod to his assumption, suspicion simmering up her spine, "Yes, this is my clan's territory," Helena confirmed, "Why?"<br/>Scenting the air, she cursed herself for not detecting the intruder sooner, wishing to the stars that Oliver was here. What was the deal with all these random vampires traipsing around their home anyway? Why was this season so different from the previous ones? There was so many lately, Helena never remembered it being like this. "And I'm not a Blondie..." She muttered under her breath, half to herself. The nerve of some loners.<br/><hr/><br/>Oliver slid up the wall of the apartment building, quiet and agile as he made his way back home. The clans base was where all five vampires lived relatively close together, among the human companions they often conversed with. Swinging up onto the fire escape catwalk, and prying open the rusty, cold window, Oliver squirmed inside the dimly lit apartment that was his own, where he shared living quarters with this years Omega he had been training, Darla. She was with a visitor, Jennette, who so happened to be the colony's alpha. Darla was small with bright, short, spikey red hair, and silver eyes, and was wearing a black tank top and khakis, with tenni shoes. "And to conclude, that was how potatoes were first cultivated," She was babbling to Jennete, who was nodding patiently, but the blank look on the alphas face conveyed exactly how much attention she was utilizing. "Hi Olly!" Darla greeted enthusiasticly when she spotted him, waving from the sofa she shared with Jennete. Oliver chuckled, letting delight blossom with in his chest, "Hello love," He responded, catching the eye of the alpha next to his charge.<br/><br/>Jennete was of average height and weight, and had long, wavey, dark brunette hair, and light green eyes that intensified to pure amber when angry, in need of a meal, or using the full extent of her alpha authority. She usually dressed very simple, with cream or gray knitted sweater vests, sometimes with green plaid designs, usually with a few, faux-metal buttons that had intricate images on them, like a flower or bird; accompanying this was a purple, red or white kind of turtle neck, long sleeved v neck shirt or something like that, and faded blue jeans. She pleaded with her eyes for relief from the Omega, obviously desperate to be on her own, to go and do alpha things. "We were discussing potatoes for the last half hour." Jennete informed him pointedly, "What have you been up too?" She asked.