Malcolm continued to watch her upstairs.  He watched her mannerism, her motions trying to pick up something.  Something that would give him an idea into what she was.  Nothing came to him and he had dealt with or killed a lot of creatures but nothing no indication told him anything.  He had the books he needed but when he could get nothing from her he moved down the stairs to look at her up close.<br/><br/>He needed to get out of here, he had to go get his money for this last assignment.  He would clean the house, change the documents and put the house on the market.  Or he could use it as one of his safehouses as it wouldn’t be too likely to sell with the thought of murders having occurred there.<br/><br/>“Cash.”  He said as he held her hand a bit longer than normal.  He gave her $10.  Keep the change.  ‘She is pretty.’  He thought.  ‘She is evil till proven otherwise.’  Another thought came just as quickly.  He would just as soon cut her head off verses let her live.  His job was to protect humans, by any means necessary.  He frowned and sighed.  “I know I came off as gruff before, but maybe you might forgive me over…dinner?”  He said hoping for a chance to smooth things over.<br/>