In the dreary city

Morgan stretched her aching back as she put the rest of the dry dishes up. It was her turn to lock up at the diner she worked at. She put up her apron and locked up walking to her dingy 3 bedroom apartment she shared with her lover and younger siblings. The young were sighed. She wished life were better for her.

"I'm home." Morgan called, stepping into the apartment. Two cries of "Big sis!" were heard. Two small children ran around the corner and launched themselves at Morgan, knocking her down. She laughed. "Alright kiddies get off." She chuckled. A young man with silver colored hair and gold eyes walked around the oppsite corner and shook his head with a smile on his face. "You two get back to your homework." He said. The two children shot quick glares at him but meandered back to the kitchen to do the dreaded homework. The male helped Morgan up and gave her a kiss while wrapping his arms around her. "Missed you." He mumured into her hair. Morgan smiled. "Missed you too Casey." She said, kissing his pectorals.

Morgan isghed as she walked into the diner putting her hair up into its usual braid. She nodded to her boss and went to the back and pulled on her apron. She grabbed up a notebook and pen and headed out to the nearest table. "Good morning I'm Morgan. I'll be your server today. Now what can I get you folks..."

Anja walked into the diner and smiled at Morgan as she walked by. The 19-year-old was in the diner at the same time every day for coffee and a croissant. She knew Morgan was also a werewolf, though she never brought it up, as not all the customers were vampires or werewolves. She sat down in a booth and brushed a couple loose strands of her dark brown hair out of her face. Her ocean blue eyes fell upon the man sitting closest to her. Closing her eyes, she thought about his scent for a moment. Vampire. Safe. she thought silently. Her scent analysis was confirmed as he spoke to Morgan momentarily. Opening her eyes again, she studied the vampire for a moment before pulling her sketchbook out of the bag she had dumped beside her and quickly sketched his basic posture and features. Now getting into one of her artsy moods, she began sketching in fuller detail and making the picture as close to her subject as possible.

"...Yup... uh huh... ooh, yeah! ...Yes, I know, I'm prepared for that. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I found your "hotspot" already. It looks just like a dinky old diner to me, but then again, I've seen them in weirder places too, so... uh huh. YAY! I'll get right on it... yup... okay! BYE!"

Gabriella closed her cell-phone and looked down at the small diner further down ahead on the street below. From where she sat up on the roof, she knew she wasn't going to be easily seen. NOONE in the city ever really looked up. In her head, Gabriella began to formulate how she would act in the coming moments. She'd found the target building, and had been watching it since it had opened, keeping tabs on who all went in and out, and from what she could tell, things weren't too busy in the building, but just busy enough that she'd more than likely find at least one new target.

The Angel always loved a good spectacle of action in the morning. It made her feel even more cheerful later throughout the day to know that she'd gotten a great start in the morning. Gabriella reached down beside her right leg and picked up the perfume bottle she'd bought the previous weekend, before spraying the already overly-sweet smelling spray over her arms, neck, and torso. She then sprayed the mist into the air above and stood up in it to assure that it would cover even her long brown hair.

"Alrighty then! Let's get this party started!" She said as she folded her wings together behind her and tucked them as close to her back as she could. She then picked up her jacket nearby and put it on over her wings, effectively hiding them from sight, and turned around toward the rooftop entrance to the building.

[OOC: Just setting up for her coming in at a good time. Let's make this REALLY interesting!]

A female figure briskly walked the streets looking a bit frantic. She'd caught the scent of werewolf five blocks down and had hurried past. The thought of what their reactions would be when they realized she wasn't exactly normal for a werewolf sent her stomach in turmoil. Melissa needed to eat or she knew she was going to be throwing up soon. Last night she hadn't been very hungry, but now she was paying for it. Her feet hormonally hit the pavement with all the other humans. At this time, humans could be very useful.

Looking up from the cement, she saw a diner of some sort looming up ahead. Finally! A place with food! She instantly began heading there, but stopped as soon as she got to the door. It smelt of werewolf and vampire. Another smell, angel, came from nearby as well. Maybe she could find somewhere else to eat? Her stomach rumbled in reply. Melissa was going to have to go in before her insides began doing somersaults...even though the smell here wasn't helping at all.

Quickly, she opened the door of doom and tentatively walked amongst humans, werewolves, and vampires, oh my! Smells of the races she didn't necessarily like or dislike came rushing towards her. Her eyes didn't dare betray her. They kept forward, not daring anyone to fight. Picking out a booth was hard for her as she walked. Such a hard decision wasn't fair! Either the sunny one or the one in less light? Oh, but she so wanted to be in the heat of morning light, but then again to play it safe would be nice. Melissa finally gave up and just sat in the sunlight, but away from most of the people, specifically the one where a waiter with a braid was. The people there looked way too knowing so she kept a safe watch on them. Every movement she made, she tried to conceal her smell. She really couldn't tell if it was working, but she hoped.

A lady with a sketch pad out caught her eye. Anyone with the interest of the arts she could feel a sort of kinship for. What was on the sketch pad? A man across from her. Look away! She had to in order not to draw attention. Sighing, she waited patiently in this awful place for someone to either let her order or realize who she was, more like what, and raise some sort of alarm...or was that how they did it?

A bell sounded as the door slipped and turned a bit, “I’m going to eat something, you want me to bring something back for you?”, A young guy yelled inside a weapons store trying to be heard in the farther room, ”No I’m fine thanks, and hurry to return or I’ll start sorting the new shipment”, another voice replied from the deeper room of the store laughing, Don’t you dare …, Thomas said in a whisper while he put a pair of sunglasses over his nose to then turn the sign in the reinforced glass door to display the ‘CLOSED’ advertisement.

The day was sunny and warm, beautiful for many but not in the first place of Thomas’ liking list; touching with his left hand palm he confirmed his fingerless gloves were in one of his gray vest pockets and his palm was hanging from his belt, he needed to do that frequently because he always managed to forget the gloves in his room or the palm in the damn counter of the store making it look like “come on, take me I’m free”, the dark haired guy shook his head remembering how many cell-phones he lost in that way and what Josh told to him each time, ”like he wasn’t a catastrophe trying to sort and catalogue the stuff in the store”, he ranted with a smile in his lips, Josh wasn’t a bad guy, for a human it wasn’t so bad after all, even he let him live in the upper floor of the building they were using for the store completely free as long as he assured no robbers entered at night, ”a really hard mission for a werewolf” he thought chuckling at the ignorance or innocence of his business partner.

Thomas walked four blocks lost in his thought until he stop in a corner, ”where to go today?”, he asked to himself while he faced in the direction of each restaurant, diner or food place he knew; changing his smile to a grim he found none of those places invited him, today he wanted to try something new, but what and where it was?; getting his right hand in one of his pants pocket he checked how ‘fat’ his wallet was and confirmed he didn’t had anything to worry about, he always managed to earn more money than he needed, so the only problem was where to head to; moving his head to see the people walking at his side the sunlight make shine the midnight blue color his hair had.

After some minutes watching the people goes by in one direction or the other he took a decision and started walking looking for a new place to get a meal.

Walking many blocks towards the northeast according to the compass attached in his hunting knife handle, Thomas found another diner, one he never visited before or knew of its existence; looking at the building from the other side of the street he accepted it was a nice looking place, but that was he was looking for?, his question didn’t last long before his stomach rumbled annoyed and angry for not having any food yet; ”ok, ok’, he said to his stomach like it was another person and crossed the street with a light trot.

Tom pushed the door with his right hand and got in, he stopped with the door in his back when the scent of many werewolves and vampires received him; with an unexpressive face the newcomer explored the place with his green/yellow eyes behind his sunglasses, everyone of the presents could mean a threaten but maybe for them he was too, so lifting his shoulders in shrug Ian headed towards an empty table and took sit to wait for the waitress that looked to be busy attending other costumers, if any dangerous or unwanted situation started in that place that concerned him, he was ready to manage it, because he had his reliable Glock with him, resting in her rig hidden under his vest.

[OOC: Dude, if I wait any longer, there's gonna be so many others entering this thread that I won't be able to make it interesting since everyone'll wanna have a piece of the Angel, so I might as well bring 'er in while I can still do it with any possibility of making this last longer than a few posts. XD ]

The streets were beginning to grow more and more crowded, right on schedule for the average morning. Gabriella knew exactly how she was going to do this now. She walked down the street, showing off as much of her petite figure in her stride as she could. God, she loved to do that. It made everything so much more enjoyable, and made it all the easier for her to take advantage of those who mistook her for a regular, weak, dumb, fashion-model-type. She grinned from ear to ear as she took out her cell phone and opened it up, pretending to call someone, and then holding it up to her ear and chatting into it like she was talking to someone.

"Hello. Stacy? HI! Oh, my GOD! You should have seen this guy I just talked to at the mall. He was SO checking me out! I was just sitting there, like, trying on this really cute dress, and he just came up to me and started talking to me, and I was like 'WHY is this guy TALKING to me?' at first, but then, I was, like, OMG!" She paused for a moment as if she was listening to someone on the line, and sniffed at the air like she smelled something she liked.

She turned her head and looked at a nearby hot-dog stand on a street corner. She smelled a werewolf, very close by. Female, from what she could tell. Unfortunately, she couldn't tell where exactly the beast was, on account of the overpowering perfume that constantly assaulted her nose. She walked closer and closer to the hot-dog stand, and spotted a few young women standing near it. She couldn't be sure which one exactly was the mongrel, but one of them had to be it. And chances were, if she could brush up against all of them, the smell of that ONE would somewhat rub onto her slightly. It was a last minute addition to her plan, but it couldn't hurt to add a little touch to her performance. She continued towards the group and chatted away into her phone.

"I KNOW! It was absolutely FABulous! I couldn't believe my luck! Ever since that skank Brittney stole Josh from me, I've been all lonely, but no- OOPS! Oh! I'm so sorry about that!" Gabriella faked as she knocked shoulders with the nearest girl, before looking at her and her two other companions. She could tell a bit more from this close of a distance. Out of the three, there was one in particular who reaked of dog, more so than the other two. Gabriella looked at her, and forced a large smile, and let her eyes go far wider than normal.

"OH, MY, GOD! Your outfit! It's so CUUUTE! You HAVE to tell me where you got it! PLEASE! I know it's random, and I don't even know any of you, but I just HAVE to know!" Gabriella reached over to the werewolf girl and grabbed her gently by her upper arms.

"Uh, okay." The girl replied, before naming some off-the-wall-sounding store and pointing her finger down the road a ways.

"OOH! I know that place! THANKS! I owe you SOOOOO much! Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!" Gabriella exclaimed as she pulled the werewolf in close for a hug. She wrapped her arms around her and raised her right leg behind her, putting on as big a show of it as she could. The bigger, the better, as far as she was concerned. It meant all the more in her favor for her to act like this, and she loved the attention it drew.

"Oh... um, you're welcome." The girl replied as Gabriella let go and stepped back. Gabriella put her phone back up to her ear again and began stepping away, but made sure to wave and smile at the girls one last time before she left, mouthing 'thank you so much' to them as she turned away.

"Oh, sorry about that Stacy. I bumped into someone out here, and her friend had the CUUUUTEST outfit!" She exclaimed as she walked towards the diner, continuing her staged conversation as she went. Stupid mutt woman... She thought to herself.

She soon reached the diner entrance, and walked in, still holding her phone up to her ear. She took a quick glance around as she stepped through the doorway, and noticed right off the bat that there were a few people within the main area who were likely vampires, judging by their pale skin and the way many of them dressed. She never got why so many of them seemed to give them away with their appearance. But, it all worked to her advantage in the end, so it didn't matter. The werewolves though, were a bit trickier. They didn't seem to give themselves away nearly as easily nearly as often. But, there were always ways to get them to easier reveal themselves. Too bad those methods were more likely to give HER away then them in this situation.

"Oh, yeah! I TOTALLY know what you mean. Anyway Stacy, I gotta go. There's this TOTALLY cute diner here that Becky told me about, and I'm about to sit down to eat. I'll call you back later, alright? Alright! Love you Stacy! Bye!" Gabriella finished as she closed her phone and put it in her jacket pocket.

The plan was falling into place so far, now she just had to make sure that things kept going well. She sat herself down near the window and picked up the menu left on the table, and pretended to read it until a waitress came by, asking for her order.

"Yeah, can I get a steak, um..." She said somewhat loudly, before she lowered her tone a bit as if she was trying to whisper. "Rare, if that's alright. I'm uh... kind of a fan of my meat a bit on the bloody side." She said as she winked at the waitress and smiled as charmingly as she could.

The incident with the werewolf girl on the street was playing to her advantage all the more now. She'd just thought of THIS on the spot, and it was perfect! She could smell even over the scent of her overpowering perfume that this waitress was a werewolf. It was clear as day.

"And I just finished up with a bit of a tough situation with... um..." She leaned in closer and let her voice get even quieter. "...a bird-man... if you get me. It's kinda left me a bit hungrier than usual. I'm sure you understand." She finished, before leaning back and grinning the most adorable smile she could manage.

All was great so far. Pretty soon, things would be perfect, and she'd be able to turn the diner into a hellhole the likes of which every god-forsaken monster in the building would never forget. The very thought of it made her giggle, adding to her adorable facade.

[OOC: I gotta say, I'm loving how adorably psycho she is. Here's hoping I can keep her coming back in the future, just as crazily cute, for more confrontations that'll end epically.]

((omg i love her Tax. i hope she can end up in other rp's as well ^^))

Anja kept track of sounds in the diner without looking around. Nothing seemed suspicious, which was good. It would suck if something happened on such a beautiful day. She smiled at a waitress as she was handed her coffee and croissant. "Thanks, love." The human waitress smiled back. She was one of the few humans Anja had ever really gotten to know. After a couple minutes, she swore she could feel someone watching over. Glancing up, she noticed another girl quickly look away from her. She smiled before walking over to the girl. Her scent was different from any other Anja had ever smelled. It was kind of like that of a vampire, but also kind of like that of a werewolf. She didn't care, though. "Hey, I'm Anja." she said with a smile. "Were you... looking at my sketch? It's totally okay if you were, I was just wondering because it really wasn't that good." She hoped she didn't seem like she was coming across as upset or anything. She didn't want to intimidate the girl.

Before the girl responded, though, Anja's attention was drawn to another girl that was ordering her food. "Oh, yeah! I TOTALLY know what you mean. Anyway Stacy, I gotta go. There's this TOTALLY cute diner here that Becky told me about, and I'm about to sit down to eat. I'll call you back later, alright? Alright! Love you Stacy! Bye!" Anja rolled her eyes at the obnoxious demeanour of the girl. She had never been able to stand girls like that. "Yeah, can I get a steak, um..." Anja listened closer, interested in the girl's sudden drop in volume. "...alright. I'm uh... kind of a fan of my meat a bit on the bloody side.And I just finished up with a bit of a tough situation with... um..." The girl dropped her volume again and Anja strained to hear what she was saying to the waitress. "...a bird-man... if you get me. It's kinda left me a bit hungrier than usual. I'm sure you understand." What? Anja wasn't quite sure what it was, but something about this girl set her off.

The scent from the girl finally wafted over to her and she nearly fell over from the strong smell of perfume. Holy crap, what is her problem? Does she not have a sense of smell or something??? she wondered. This werewolf's strange taste in scents and amount of perfume did not sit well with Anja, and she began to wonder what was up. Curiosity took over and she turned back to the girl she had started to talk to. "Excuse me, I've got to go check something out." She walked over to the girl and fought the urge to puke as she sat down across from her. "Hi, sorry about just sitting here like this." she said, smiling. She then dropped her voice so only the girl sitting across from her could hear. "But I couldn't help overhearing you mention fighting a bird-man to the waitress. You know she's a human right? She only smells like werewolf because she works so close to them. She knows a little about the wars going on, but not much. She is usually pretty unaware of what's going on and she specifically doesn't do well with new creatures. I guess you didn't notice the sign on the door that mentioned not talking about stuff." Anja knew very well that there was no sign on the door and that the waitress was a werewolf. She just wanted to figure out what it was about this girl that put her off so much.

((anja isn't going to make this easy for gabby, you know she's got her instincts even though she doesn't know it ))

Thomas waited patiently for his food to arrive while he took small sips of the soda the waitress already brought and played with a toothpick he had in his lips, that diner wasn’t different from the ones he knew, with lots of people, some being in groups talking about their things and generating the bigger part of the noise, as he could see some ‘artists’ was rounding the place too and the list could end being longer if he focused more in try to find out the reasons of each one’s presence, so he turned to watch through the window and see the picture of the world outside the diner, with that he managed to discourage his mind in the useless task.

As the waitress returned with his food the access door opened showing a small girl getting in the place but keeping talking ever louder than the people there, Tom twisted his lips having the first impression of the girl, a noisy one, he said softly, You said something?, the waitress replied thinking Tom was talking to her, facing the mid aged human female the tan guy faced her and smiled at her like saying it was nothing to worry about.

The waitress smiled back at Tom and returned to work while he started eating a fry not moving his eyes from over the ‘noisy girl’, maybe she was in his list of disliked people but her words were completely different now.

Carefully listening for what else could be said Tom returned to his meal, which one didn’t lasted long against a werewolf appetite. Smiling and feeling full the cop looking guy took the last sip of his drink to then rest the glass on the table and relax a bit, lifting his arms he rest his elbows over the back rest and turned again at the window acting like he was looking was happening outside, but his mind was still focused in the chat those girls was having about the ‘bird-man’ and the ‘war’.

Having a strange feeling that advise him to leave Tom called the waitress and when she arrived he asked her to get ready a cup of coffee and one of those croissants he saw in the bar, to take with him, because he didn’t want to hear Josh ranting at him for not buying something for him even if he told him he didn’t want a thing, and if it was true the human didn’t wanted it after all still was Troy, his white and black German shepherd, that greedy guy never wasted any food and he started to show a growing like for coffee.

While the human female returned with his last order and the bill, Tom carefully took his Glock out of its rig and keep it hide under his vest and then lowered his arm to keep hidden the hand gun under the table, he wanted to check it and have it ready for use, that annoying feeling was growing and making feel uneasy. Bing sure everything with his Glock and the iron bullets were ok, Tom took back the weapon to its place in the rig in the same manner he took it off to not awake suspicion, now he only wanted that waitress to hurry to return, pay and leave.

"Hi, sorry about just sitting here like this."

Gabriella looked up as she saw a young woman with dark brown hair, much like hers, but up in a pony tail, sit at the table across from her. The girl's eyes were a striking blue, making Gabriella a bit jealous at first glance. But, over the overwhelmingly strong perfume smell, she could detect a hint of dog-like aroma now more prominent, and the realization that the girl across from her was one of THEM made her stomach turn at the thought of feeling the slightest jealousy at all.

"But I couldn't help overhearing you mention fighting a bird-man to the waitress. You know she's a human right? She only smells like werewolf because she works so close to them. She knows a little about the wars going on, but not much. She is usually pretty unaware of what's going on and she specifically doesn't do well with new creatures. I guess you didn't notice the sign on the door that mentioned not talking about stuff."

Gabriella's mind reeled back to seeing the door moments ago, and in her head, she remembered the door in an instant. Not that she really had to think very hard; she'd been watching the place from various angles all morning, and checking the perimeter gathering data. This mutt was lying through her overly pointed teeth, and she knew it. It was obvious that this girl was a snag in the tapestry of art that was Gabriella's plan. Only a slight one though, and one that she would dispose of first.

Putting on a clueless expression, Gabriella did what she did best, and played along.

"OH! I'm so sorry! My god, I didn't even think about that! She just smelled like... and I just thought... oh wow, I had no clue! I feel so bad now! I didn't see the sign I guess! It makes sense though, I guess. Well, I guess my nose is having a bit of a hard time working with this damn perfume I'm wearing. I know it's strong, and it's a pain to wear, but after earlier..." Gabriella paused intentionally, before lowering her voice to the level of a whisper and cupping her hand by her mouth in the most cliche manner she could muster.

"The truth is, a friend of mine, Becky, she told me that this place was where I could find some others who were... like me, so I could make friends and maybe some people to stick with in case anything happens, like one of... THEM... the angels... showing up and trying to hurt me. I'm still getting used to all this stuff really, since I've only been like this for a short while, and the angels... OH! But I guess we'd better not talk about them here. Anyway, Becky, as it turned out, knew my position, and was able to kinda give me some help. Unfortunately... yeah. I kinda had a run in this morning, and managed to luckily hold out for a bit until I could get away, but after that, I decided to put on some of my mother's strong perfume to try to cover my wolfsey sm- I mean, to smell better, since that's how he found me, I mean... um... but it kinda just... I mean... it didn't... ooooh, man, it's so hard up here in the front to talk about anything. Do you mind if we go back to the back for a bit? I need to go to the ladies room to... uh, powder my nose, anyway, so..." Gabriella blushed slightly as she clenched her hand into a very feminine fist near her mouth and she bit down gently on her thumb.

"I feel like I can trust you with this, and I need someone to talk to who can listen..." She rose up to her feet, placing them purposely close together with one leg bent slightly out in front to give herself an even more 'delicate' look.

"Please? It'll just be a real quick visit, and it'll be great for me to be able to talk to someone, girl to girl, about this."

Gabriella was already certain of what the answer would be. If there was one thing that she knew about werewolves, it was that they traveled in packs, and when they were with another werewolf, they tended to stick together. Their miserable race was all about close companionship with each other, and when one asked for the aid of another in most matters, the end result was almost always the same. Wretched creatures. How on earth you've survived as a race so long is beyond me, but I swear I'll erase every one of you someday, even if I have to pretend to be one of you to do it.

Melissa looked up startled as another person came over and sat in the booth with her. She had tried so hard not to stare at anyone and it had to be the girl who had been sketching. Well, it was better than the others up front. They were way too talkative for her likeing.

Hey, I'm Anja," the girl said with a grin. "Were you... looking at my sketch? It's totally okay if you were, I was just wondering because it really wasn't that good."

She nodded and replied instead of keeping quite. This was one of the few times she had spoken to someone normally. The scent of werewolf coming from Anja disturbed her a bit, but if Anja seemed okay with her everything would work out. "Yes, I was. Your lines seemed very trained and you have a unique style," Melissa was going to say before the Anja looked toward the door. Her attention was caught by a very loud human. At least it had to be human because of all the perfume that came off of it. Her nose was wrinkled in disgust. Melissa never wore that stuff because it could really be irratating.

This person then sat down at a booth and began to order. What she was saying kind of made her angry. You never talked about that stuff around anyone, especially a human! Well, it now seemed that this stinky human was actually a werewolf. Great, more of them and this one seems like a huge prep. Anja turned towards her and seemed to have heard more of the conversation than her, she had just gotten the gist of it. When she excused herself Melissa felt a bit upset, but didn't stop her. Though, as Anja walked away, her eyes followed all the way to the booth where the new arrival was sitting in.

As the two conversed, Melissa actually got a waitress to come over and ask what she wanted. She'd ordered fried eggs and an english muffin with gravy. With the huge wait her appetite was enourmous, but she didn't want to eat so much that the rest of the room figured out her as well. Anja was nice enough and it had been Melissa's fault to get her attention. No one else needed to know who she was. The whole point of this was because werewolves and vampires scared her, less than years before, but still nightmares came. She still hadn't fully accepted who she was, but at the moment these thoughts didn't belong.

The conversation was lengthening with Anja and the one who had a friend named Becky. Melissa just looked outside when the girl replied to what Anja had said. What she said last made her attention snap back to the two fully. Her eyes looked at the girl and then Anja. Going alone was a dangerous thing, even if this was a werewolf. You needed at least a group of others to feel fully safe...at least that was how she felt. Leaning back on the booth chair, she felt the pressure of the sword under her cape. As she studied Gabriella, something just seemed off, but everything was off about this world. Still, she studied. If Anja was going to go with this person it was her business, but she had felt a kinship to her. Not only through art, through a bit of trust. Werewolves were just like wolves in some places it seemed, they liked being around those who accepted them. A waiter came up and put down the food. Her stomach growled as she thanked and payed for the meal, all the while still waiting what those two would do.

"OH! I'm so sorry! My god, I didn't even think about that! She just smelled like... and I just thought... oh wow, I had no clue! I feel so bad now! I didn't see the sign I guess! It makes sense though, I guess. Well, I guess my nose is having a bit of a hard time working with this damn perfume I'm wearing. I know it's strong, and it's a pain to wear, but after earlier..." Anja leaned in slightly as the girl paused, both because she was interested in what she had to say and to keep the humans that didn't know what she was unaware. She wouldn't have had any problem hearing the girl's dropped voice from where she was, but a human would and she had to look as human-like as possible to survive in the world. "The truth is, a friend of mine, Becky, she told me that this place was where I could find some others who were... like me, so I could make friends and maybe some people to stick with in case anything happens, like one of... THEM... the angels... showing up and trying to hurt me. I'm still getting used to all this stuff really, since I've only been like this for a short while, and the angels... OH! But I guess we'd better not talk about them here. Anyway, Becky, as it turned out, knew my position, and was able to kinda give me some help. Unfortunately... yeah. I kinda had a run in this morning, and managed to luckily hold out for a bit until I could get away, but after that, I decided to put on some of my mother's strong perfume to try to cover my wolfsey sm- I mean, to smell better, since that's how he found me, I mean... um... but it kinda just... I mean... it didn't... ooooh, man, it's so hard up here in the front to talk about anything. Do you mind if we go back to the back for a bit? I need to go to the ladies room to... uh, powder my nose, anyway, so...I feel like I can trust you with this, and I need someone to talk to who can listen..."

Anja studied the girl's movements. She seemed genuine, but something still didn't feel quite right. The perfume masked the girl's scent, so there was no way of telling if she was lying or not. She did understand having to hide from angels and finding ways of masking her scent, but the perfume was a bit much. She wasn't sure if she should go alone with the girl. It was never wise to go off alone with someone you didn't know, but her curiosity was growing.

"Please? It'll just be a real quick visit, and it'll be great for me to be able to talk to someone, girl to girl, about this." Anja smiled. She didn't quite trust this girl yet, but her kind nature was getting the best of her and she was extremely curious.

"Yes, of course. Let's head back there and we can talk. I'll be glad to help you with anything." Now it was her turn to lower her voice. "I've been like this my whole life, so whatever help you need I can probably give." She smiled again. "Alright, shall we?" She motioned for them to start off. Anja was curious and kind, but she wasn't stupid. She never turned her back on someone she had just met, no matter how genuine they seemed and especially when something seemed off to her.

The diner door opened once again and an unlikely duo walked in. The angel had her wings pressed close to her back and hidden and she also wore a perfume strong enough to mask her scent, but subtle enough to not attract too much attention. The werewolf with her looked around the diner, making sure there was nothing too suspicious going on. The two walked over to an empty table and sat down across from each other. A waitress said she'd be with them shortly and Lucius nodded, flashing her a quick smile. Lilith glanced around quickly before turning to Lucius. "So, why can't you tell me anything about my past? I know you know who I was. And why have you worked so hard to hide my being an angel. You say it's for my safety, but I fail to see how. You haven't even told me much about the war." Lucius sighed. There was no avoiding this conversation. He knew Lilith would want to know sooner or later. He couldn't tell her everything in the diner, but he could give her some information.

"Lil, you're the only one of your kind fighting with my kind. Any werewolf or vampire that sees you will most likely attack you if they found out what you are. And if an angel found out you were an angel on our side... well, let's not worry about that right now. As for your past-" Lucius was distracted by a conversation two girls in the diner were having. He cast a quick glance in their direction and saw where they were sitting. The quieter of the two girls was warning the other about talking about who they were in the diner. Not wanting to catch their attention, he turned back to Lilith. "Sorry, Lilith, this conversation is going to have to wait a moment. Something tells me their conversation is more important." Lilith nodded, understanding. She never questioned Lucius' ways. The werewolf listened intently to what was being said and then turned around at the end of the conversation as one girl agreed to go somewhere alone with the other.

Chaos, panic, and fear was what he saw next. Everyone in the diner was either fighting, running, injured, or dead. The diner was completely overturned and a disaster as werewolves shifted to fight the angel that had attacked. He couldn't see the angel in the midst of the crowd, but that was what the uproar was about.

Lucius came back to reality to find Lilith looking at him, head tilted. "What happened? What did you see, Lucius?" He quickly relayed the events of his vision to her, ready to take action or simply stay put. Lilith nodded and closed her eyes, concentrating on what he had said. Opening her eyes, she looked at the two girls heading off alone. "We have to do something to stop it. I don't know what, though... But your vision isn't too far in the future, so we have to act soon." Lucius nodded. They could figure out what to do in time. What he was most worried about was keeping Lilith's identity a secret. It was very likely that the attacking angel would recognize her as Maya, not Lilith, and then all hell would really break loose. As much as he wanted to avoid the disaster he had seen, keeping Lilith out of the chaos was now his first priority.

Tom was so focused in those girls chat that when the waitress returned startled him, the human female giggled and apologized for doing that, Tom smiled and shook his head saying that it wasn’t her fault; after reading the amount of the bill Tom took his wallet and left the money on the table as well a good tip.

Taking the bag that contained the coffee and the croissant Tom headed towards the door to catch the final words of the conversation and watch both girls go somewhere, but leaving behind the nasty perfume the noisy girl wore making him sneeze many times.

Finally controlling himself against the attack to his smell sense, Tom tried to continue his way out just to watch another couple get in, this time he ignored them ‘till he reached the door but before pulling it to get out he turned to face them one last time and catch a worry stance in the guys face, Tom pulled the door and got outside with fast steps and headed towards a near alley and turned in it.

Resting his back in one of the walls of the alley Tom took his glasses of and stared at the sky, he was unsure about something, and it was related to that diner; his feelings told him that was risky to be there, but still too many werewolves were there, and since he turned one of them a strong need to protect his kind appeared as well, together with his ability to change into a wolf and the power that allowed him to do anything he wanted but scared him too much.

Closing his eyes and lowly growling to himself he put his glasses back in its place and jumped towards the wall he had in front, resting his right foot in the wall and making pressure in his leg, Tom pushed himself in the opposite direction to reach the roof landing in his feet; inspecting the place, he found a good spot to leave the bag with the coffee and the small cake. Tom sighed knowing the coffee will be cold when he returned with it at the shop and most surely that Josh had already tried to sort the shipment in his own way, Tom felt the need to cry at the imaginary picture of the big mess he would need to fix later that.

Getting rid of not needed thoughts, Tom advanced through the roofs till he was in diner’s one, everything was still in peace, but his instincts and the face that guy had told him that something would start, something nasty. Walking silently and with his Glock in hand, the guy reached the south side of the diner, where the back door was, now he only needed to wait, he hoped it won’t be for long if a mess would start.

"Yes, of course. Let's head back there and we can talk. I'll be glad to help you with anything. I've been like this my whole life, so whatever help you need I can probably give." Gabriella clasped her hands together, letting her face light up at the agreement.

"Ohh! Thank you! Thank you so much! I really appreciate it! Man, I made a real friend like me! I feel so happy now!" She said excitedly, keeping her voice somewhat low, but keeping her teeth clenched as if she was having a hard time keeping quiet.

"Alright, shall we?" The girl motioned. This was to be expected, from how the girl had spoken earlier. It was obvious that she had her instincts about, and THAT was the kind of person that would need to go first. All the same, all your kinds, every one of you, is still predictable as water going down a waterfall. You may go down differently from the rest of the river, but either way, you'll end up at the bottom in a gully. Gabriella stepped forward in front of her first victim, and started off towards the back of the building towards the restrooms, adding a little hop in her step as she went. She walked into the ladies room, and instantly knew that the place would fit just fine for what she wanted to do. It was a regular public bathroom, nothing special about it, with multiple stalls lining the wall, and a large mirror over the multiple sinks on the other side, but in only a few minutes, it would be ground zero. She just had to play the part until that glorious moment came.

She made her way to one of the stalls, and went in, locking it, and hung her jacket on the coathanger, before sitting sat like normal. She could hear the footsteps of her target just behind her in the bathroom.

"Thank you again. You have no idea how happy this makes me to have a friend who I can talk to. I just felt so... confused... and I don't even know your name either! I'm Gabriella, Gabriella Highwater. My friends call me "Gabbie" though." Gabriella said as she reached into her coat in front of her, feeling the guns inside, and savoring the mental pictures in her mind. She wouldn't use them though until later. Where would be the fun in doing it so quickly? No, she had other plans; more FUN plans.

Anja followed the girl into the bathroom. She considered locking the usually open door behind her, but decided against it as she didn't fully trust this girl just yet. She sat up on the counter and listened to Gabbie with a gentle smile on her face. If she wasn't really a werewolf, she was doing a fairly good job of concealing it. She had given Anja no reason to doubt they were the same. Though Anja still didn't feel right and was determined to figure out what was wrong. "Yeah, I totally know what you mean. I have other friends that were really confused for the first while after being turned too. It's different when you're born this way. I was raised this way and fighting to survive. I'm Anja, by the way." She wasn't fooled by Gabbie's willingness to give her last name. Anja never gave her last name out, not unless she completely trusted someone.

She watched Gabbie slide her hand into her coat pocket and wondered what was up. Her instincts kicked in full force, telling her to run, but she ignored them. Even if she was in danger, her curiosity was overpowering her instincts and she remained on the bathroom counter, swinging her legs. Oh crap! I left everything at my table!" Not only was Anja alone with a stranger; she had no weapons on her either. She had left them all in her art supplies at the table she had been sitting at. She wasn't worried about anyone finding them as they were cleverly disguised as a pencil and a paintbrush. But being completely alone with Gabbie and with her instincts telling her to get out, she had a feeling she was in trouble. But there was no way she was letting Gabbie know that.

Anja's expression was still the happy, kind, sympathetic one it had been the whole time, though she wasn't sure if her surprise had momentarily shown on her face. It would not serve her well if Gabbie knew something had her feeling uneasy. She had concealed the off feeling pretty well, but the realization that one is in a potentially dangerous situation without weapons is a pretty difficult thing to conceal. She hoped there hadn't been any change in her expression. She hopped off the counter and turned around to face the mirrors. She pulled the elastic out of her hair and let if fall down to her mid back. She ruffled it with her fingers a little before pulling it back up. As she was tying the elastic she turned back to Gabbie. "So, what would you like to know?"

"Alright, Lilith, we should get out of here." Lucius stood up, ready to leave. There was no way he was letting Lilith stick around when there was another angel nearby. The chances of her being recognized were far too high. Lilith looked at her companion, but did not move. She lowered her voice so only Lucius would hear her. "I am not going to let this place be destroyed like that, Lucius. There are innocent people here that do not deserve to die. I am staying her and I'm going to do something." Lucius look toward the bathroom the two girls had disappeared into. They were somehow connected to his vision and he wanted to get Lilith out before they finished their business. He knew, however, that there was no chance of Lilith cooperating.

He sighed and sat back down, defeated. "So what do we do?" It was Lilith's turn to sigh. "I honestly don't know, Lucius." Where was that instinct she always seemed to have? Why didn't she know what to do? Lilith was beginning to panic, worried that she couldn't do anything about the coming disaster. There had to be something she could do, but what? "Lucius, we can't let this happen. But I don't know what to do. You have to give me more information." Lucius simply shrugged. He didn't know what else he could tell her and also hoped that not giving her other information would somehow convince her to leave.

Two new arrivals caught Melissa's eye as they walked in and picked a table. The two girls then disappeared into the bathroom. She knitted her eyebrows in concern, something was drastically off with this whole situation or maybe it was just her being here, a thing never meant to exist. Melissa sighed as she watched the whole group of people in the diner. Looking at her food in disgust, she pushed the plate that was almost empty to the side. Her stomach was upset and the food was looking pretty ugly at the moment. There was no taste to the food on the plate and she felt a throb in her head begin. With a quick thought she put out the money for the food for she wouldn't have to talk to the waiter or make eye contact.

The tone of the two arrivals changed and she looked towards them again. One of them had a strange expression upon his face and this made her eyes shift back to the table where Anja had left. Her eyes layed upon the art supplies of Anja. It wasn't very good for her to mess with other people's things, but she didn't like the way the guy looked at the restroom with a worried glance. He could be planning to steal the art supplies. Shifting herself until she could put her feet on the tile floor not under the booth, she got up and began to walk towards the booth. Perfume a tad too strong seared into her nose and her queasy stomach turned. Underneath the intoxicating smell was a faintness of werewolf. As always with vampire or werewolf smell her skin seemed to crawl, but quickly settled again. Her eyes fluttered towards the restroom door and then back to the bag. Her hand extended and took the bag which was unusually heavy for just a few art supplies, but she didn't question it. Now what? Do I take it to Anja or wait? She hadn't thought this through it seemed. Melissa's headache was now pounding and the smell around the booth didn't help. Her instincts made her take a step back for as not to puke over everything.

Looking at the bag, she mustered enough courage to begin walking towards the restrooms, but she stopped short. Melissa had stopped right in the middle of the room, in eyesight of every member of the diner. If she had been changed her tail would have lowered and her ears drooped. Every muscle in her body hesitated to make another step. Surely if she got closer to that smell she would have to run to the toilet and puke. The smell was too strong for her even now, but what if it continued to get stronger as she approached? Pound...pound...pound....POUND...pound........ Her headache was driving her insane! A quick glance at a waiter she noticed her mouth water and a sudden jolt hit her. The food wasn't tasting right because the instincts of another creature were taking over. Melissa's face paled and she quickly walked back to the booth where Anja and the other girl had sat, hoping the stink would hide the smell of human blood. It helped somewhat and her headache went down just a bit. Never would she let the hated other creature come out and take over. To her the werewolves were more bearable. She tried to compose herself, but all the blood had rushed from her face and still wasn't coming back. Melissa put her feet upon the booth seat and put her head in between her legs, all the while continuing to keep hold of the bag. What was she doing? She was using a technique to get the blood running throughout her body again before she fainted. Of course, by now everyone had a just swell glance of a girl of 17 walking halfway to the restroom, stopping, turning faint, walking back, and now cradling herself. Yeah, great concealment in a room of creatures she was somewhat afraid of. Good job Melissa.

[OOC: Sorry about the wait y'all, I didn't realize that the post I was waiting for had been posted a LONG time back. That's what I get for just jumping right to the second page I guess. Well, hopefully I didn't kill the thread. ^^']

"Yeah, I totally know what you mean. I have other friends that were really confused for the first while after being turned too. It's different when you're born this way. I was raised this way and fighting to survive. I'm Anja, by the way."

This one WAS smart, not giving out her full name. Did that mean that she really did suspect something? That was unacceptable for the plan to work. It was time. Time for this thorn to be out of Gabriella's side so she could get things underway.

"So, what would you like to know?"

"Oh, just everything, I guess. I really don't know WHAT I want to know exactly." Gabriella said with a light laugh to her tone. "Umm... well, I always heard the old rumor that we shift during a full moon automatically, but I don't know how much truth there is to that. I mean, I know at this point that we can just anytime we need to, but... I don't want to be caught off guard or something when I'm on a date and forget the time of the month. I mean seriously! We girls already have ONE time of the month to worry about. Is there any truth to that?" Gabriella continued making small talk while she tore off some toilet paper as part of her act.

"Oh, and then there's the shedding thing that I hear about, but... actually, there IS something I need to ask that I just thought of. That guy earlier that I dealt with. I heard he's called an Angel. He... he had wings. I mean, of course he had them, or else he wouldn't be called an Angel, would he? But... he was so strong, and he almost got me... if I hadn't looked so frail to start with, I'm sure he'd have just killed me in an instant, but luckily I was a bit tougher to kill when shifted, and I managed to escape pretty fast. I don't know anything about them though, and they seem to know everything about us. How the heck am I supposed to stand up to THAT? And... if I can't... oh god, if I can't, where am I supposed to go? I'm terrified now to go home, but I know I have to, and since they've already found me once, I'm sure they're waiting for me or something, and even if they aren't, I don't know what to do now, except try to keep up the facade of the girl I was before, and try to cover my smell with heavy perfume." Gabriella managed to pull a bit of waterworks out of her eyes and choke up for added effect as she spoke, before she let a bit of a fake laugh break through at the end.

"Which, by the way, I hate having to smell everywhere I go. It's god awful. I know I used to wear stuff like this all the time, but when your nose gets to be so sensitive, it's more like hell for your senses." Gabriella sniffed as she started to lighten up on the crying. She flushed the toilet, and got to her feet as she waited to hear what info Anja would give with such simple questions. They weren't really going to be very informative, but they were better than nothing. At best, she'd find out where more of them were hiding. At worse, she'd just end up with info about how the moon didn't really affect the beasts like the stories always claimed. Either way though, there was no hindrance to the current mission. Regardless of the answers, the next step was going to happen, and things would finally heat up.

"Oh, just everything, I guess. I really don't know WHAT I want to know exactly. Umm... well, I always heard the old rumor that we shift during a full moon automatically, but I don't know how much truth there is to that. I mean, I know at this point that we can just anytime we need to, but... I don't want to be caught off guard or something when I'm on a date and forget the time of the month. I mean seriously! We girls already have ONE time of the month to worry about. Is there any truth to that?"

Anja listened to Gabriella's thoughts. They all seemed very genuine; most of her friends had wondered the same thing at some point, whether before turning or after. They were all questions she had answered at some point and she was very willing to answer Gabbie. She still didn't fully trust the werewolf and would make sure she didn't give information that was too detailed, but she could at least answer the girl's questions. She smiled slightly, thinking about what to say. She was silent for a moment after Gabbie finished, pondering how exactly to word her response.

"No, we don't change automatically when there's a full moon. That's a myth. Haha, yes that's true. It is very nice that it's always under control. As for the angels, they always seem to know about us. It's difficult to compete against, so the general rule is to avoid angels as much as possible. I must say, I'm actually really surprised you managed to escape. I've only survived because I haven't actually ever had to face off with an angel. Most don't escape and then are never heard from again. I'm impressed and kind of want to know your secret. But that's beside the point." She slid off the counter and moved a step or two closer to Gabriella. "I know it's hard, but going home could be your best chance. I don't know if the angels know where you live, but the perfume you have should keep you hidden for at least a while. Keep up the facade; it's your best weapon for the time being. Yeah, but you eventually get used to the sensitive nose."

Anja sat back up on the counter, finding that she liked sitting better than standing. "I don't know much about them, even though I've been avoiding them my whole life. They're nearly impossible to read and figure out. They are incredibly clever and have a tendency to play on your weaknesses. I don't know how they do it, but they do. That's all I can really tell you about angels, unless you have other specific questions?" Her legs swung nonchalantly again as she looked around the bathroom a bit. Nothing seemed out of place, so the only thing she really had to pay attention to was Gabriella. She smiled a bit, now on full alert, though seeming to be perfectly calm and friendly.

Gabriella walked out of the stall, with her jacket back on, and walked over to the sink near Anja. She turned on the water and looked down at her hands with a small smile on her face. Her expression showed relief, but really, it was hard for her to hold in her excitement.

"Thanks. I'm glad I have that much less to really worry that much over. But... I still don't think I can ever go home without worrying about something attacking me out of some dark corner. I guess... this is my life now. Just going day to day like this."

Well, so much for useful info. Oh well, at least I get to have the REAL fun now!

Gabriella turned toward the door and dried her hands with the paper towels dispensed at the bathroom exit, before turning back to Anja. She walked up to her, her back to the bathroom door.

"Thank you again. I don't know what to say now except... you have no idea how happy I am right now. I mean, even with the knowledge that I have to deal with this for the rest of my life, and I'm gonna be in danger all the time from now on, I really don't feel so bad anymore. I feel... good, actually. I have a friend now who's already helped me, with just a little bit of talking in some diner bathroom. I... I..." Gabriella quickly stepped forward at Anja and reached up and wrapped her arms around her neck in a hug.

"Actually... there's one more thing I need to ask you." This was it. The act was over now. The moment Anja touched her back, she'd feel Gabriella's wings. Gabriella let one hand loose of the hug and held it slightly up, and a moment later, a small blue flame appeared in her hand.

"When I kill you, will you make sure to scream for me?" She asked coldly as she suddenly let go of Anja and pushed herself back towards the door behind her with her legs, standing in the way of the only exit from the bathroom. She held the small bit of blue fire out in front of her and finally let her true excitement shine through her expression, the edges of her mouth curling widely in a smile that she knew sent shivers down the spines of many of those she'd faced before. It was the smile of an Angel; one who loved her job with all her heart and soul.

Anja kept the smile on her face as Gabriella came out of the stall and washed her hands. "Yeah, but you eventually get over the worrying part. It just becomes instinct." She stood in shock for a moment when she was pulled into the hug, but then wrapped her arms around Gabriella, returning the hug. Then it all suddenly became clear to her. She knew what felt strange about Gabbie, and why her instincts had kicked in. Gabriella wasn't a werewolf. Being so close to her, the scent of an angel lightly tickled the werewolf's nose.

"Actually... there's one more thing I need to ask you." Anja's heart pounded as everything hit her at once. She was alone. In a bathroom. With an angel. Out of the corner of her eye, Anja saw the blue flame appear in the angel's hand. "When I kill you, will you make sure to scream for me?" Anja's blood went cold as her fears were confirmed. This angel wasn't looking to capture her; she was going for the kill.

Oh god, how do I get out of this? Gabriella put herself between Anja and the exit and Anja knew that this had all been planned. It wasn't new information since finding out that Gabriella was really an angel, but the movement sort of confirmed the thought in a way. Why had she left her weapons behind? She was frustrated at the fact that she had forgotten her one form of protection. She knew they wouldn't make much of a difference, but they would help a little bit. She shuddered at the smile that crossed Gabriella's face. Okay Anja, stay calm and think this through. There has to be some way to get out of this. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself somewhat. "Well, if you want everyone else to come running, then yeah, I will. I mean, what's the point in hiding to kill me when you want me to scream anyway?" Anja knew that her attempt at stalling was obvious, but if she could stall the angel for just a little bit, maybe she could work out a plan in her mind. Maybe.

"Well, if you want everyone else to come running, then yeah, I will. I mean, what's the point in hiding to kill me when you want me to scream anyway?" Anja asked. She was obviously stalling for time, which was fine with Gabriella. She glanced over her shoulder at the door, before reaching into her coat pocket with her free hand, and pulling out the small revolver. She held it up in front of her, and with a quick motion, flung her other hand at the door, firing a thin jet of blue flame at the doornob. The metal partially turned a bright reddish orange, and at the sight of that, Gabriella let the flames die. She giggled, before lowering her voice a little bit.

"Hehehe Oh, trust me, even with your screams, noone will be able to save you. I intend to burn everyone in this building to cinders anyway, but I wanted to get YOU out of the way first. You were the only one who posed the threat of exposing me too soon. If I was exposed in that main room, there'd be an exit just RIGHT there in the open for everyone to flee through, and my plans would've gone out the door. I had to stay under the radar for a bit before it was JUST the right moment to really get started. I had originally planned to just head into a back room and scream myself, BUT, with how THIS turned out, I now have the wonderful opportunity to make YOU scream instead, and STILL bring my prey here to me! That door nob's red hot on this side, and all I have to do is make a little commotion and the other's will come flocking through the door like lambs led to slaughter." She explained, letting her voice raise a bit."I've been hunting you beasts for a while now, and I know how you all just can't resist the call of one of your own in danger. The little bloodsuckers in the building will more than likely come too, since they always seem to love being in on the action. Meanwhile, I just hide in a corner until the door closes, and BAM-O! The trap's set! Then, I just turn up the heat to full blast, and WHOOSH, the place goes up like an inferno! Cool, huh?!?! I thought it all out myself too!" While she'd been speaking, Gabriella had removed her jacket and let it fall to the floor, exposing her wings behind her. She let them unfold a bit in all their glory, and smiled at the fear and terror that she knew they brought to the wretched creatures of the night when they saw the 6 foot span of brown and white beauty on both sides.

"I can't wait to see what this place looks like afterwards! Now, since the stage is set, and the players are in position to play their parts, it's TIME FOR THE SHOW!" Gabriella announced as she stepped back towards one of the stalls near the door, lifted her living flamethrower of an arm forward, and let loose a long thin jet of brilliant blue fire aimed straight at Anja.

Anja stood, frozen, as she listened to the angel's explanation. This plan was incredibly well thought-out, meaning there was nearly no way of her getting out. She didn't want to cause anyone to come running only to get killed as well, but they really had no chance anyway. If she died in silence, Gabriella would simply scream and get everyone's attention like her plan had originally been. She shuddered as she realized just how much the angel knew about the "creatures of the night." She knew the instincts they had and what they wouldn't be able to resist. All part of the job, Anja figured. It was basically the same thing as the creatures of the night needing to know as much about angels as possible in order to survive. She knew her only chance of survival would be to fight defensively rather than offensively. The blue flame sped toward her, and she could've sworn her heart skipped a beat.

Instincts took over and Anja dove out of the way of the flame, shifting into her wolf form as she did so. She barely avoided being hit, but managed to escape it, for the time being. She faced the angel, growling. She wasn't very large in her wolf form, just under three feet tall, but that didn't stop the instincts from spurring her on to fight. Two battles were beginning: the battle with the angel and the battle with her instincts. She knew she didn't stand a chance against such a powerful creature, but if she could just keep herself from fighting too hard, maybe she would be able to survive long enough to figure out how to keep everyone else from coming into the bathroom. She took a defensive stance, watching the angel carefully. Something suddenly hit her and she decided to spit it out before she gave the angel the chance to attack again.

"And how are you getting out of here once the place is up in flames? I don't see any exit for you once you've trapped everyone in here. Sure, you can walk out the door, but how many will you let out with you? Unless you're immune to burns?"

Lilith looked around the diner again and again, trying to find some clue that would help her know what to do. Finally, her eyes rested on the bathroom door. As far as she knew, there were still two girls in there. She turned to Lucius. "Maybe we should just go, then. I could be wrong." She knew she had never been wrong about her companion's predictions before and she knew she wasn't wrong now. But she had to say something to convince him that she wasn't going to do anything "stupid." He could be overprotective sometimes and Lilith wasn't ready to deal with that at the moment. "I just need to go to the washroom before we leave." She didn't give him the chance to respond before she got up and walked to the bathroom. Lucius sighed and remained in the booth, watching the people he could see in the diner.

Lilith reached the bathroom door and stopped, her hand resting on the handle. Something felt off to her. She leaned closer to the door, trying to listen to what was being said inside. "...nearly impossible to read and figure out. They are incredibly clever and have a tendency to play on your weaknesses. I don't know how they do it, but they do. That's all I can really tell you about angels, unless you have other specific questions?" There was a conversation going on about something, though the angel wasn't quite sure what it was about. She focused on the voices coming from in the bathroom, blocking out the sounds of the busy diner.

"Thanks. I'm glad I have that much less to really worry that much over. But... I still don't think I can ever go home without worrying about something attacking me out of some dark corner. I guess... this is my life now. Just going day to day like this." "Yeah, but you eventually get over the worrying part. It just becomes instinct." "Thank you again. I don't know what to say now except... you have no idea how happy I am right now. I mean, even with the knowledge that I have to deal with this for the rest of my life, and I'm gonna be in danger all the time from now on, I really don't feel so bad anymore. I feel... good, actually. I have a friend now who's already helped me, with just a little bit of talking in some diner bathroom. I... I...Actually... there's one more thing I need to ask you.When I kill you, will you make sure to scream for me?" Lilith gasped slightly. She listened to the rest of what was said and then suddenly something could be heard growling. So, one of the girls was a werewolf. ""And how are you getting out of here once the place is up in flames? I don't see any exit for you once you've trapped everyone in here. Sure, you can walk out the door, but how many will you let out with you? Unless you're immune to burns?"

The instinct was finally back and Lilith knew what she needed to do. She needed to stop the hunter in the bathroom from succeeding. She was most likely the angel from Lucius' vision and if that was true, then she had to be taken out of the equation. Not hesitating another moment, Lilith opened the door and walked in, pretending like she hadn't just heard everything that had just been said. She stopped suddenly at the sight of an angel and a wolf facing off. "Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?" she asked innocently, looking from the angel to the wolf and then back to the angel.

Melissa looked up as a girl got up from the booth she was sharing. Everything in the room was spinning out of control, but a smell was making her lips go up in a somewhat snarl. Her green eyes focused as best they could on the girl and where she was going which was the restroom. Then the girl put her face to the door to listen in it seemed. The expression to what was happening in there made Melissa put her legs down to prepare herself for anything. An expression on the face of the girl was enough for her thoughts of all the bad things that could happen to grow stronger. The door swung open, and the girl went in, but not before the sounds of a low growl reached her and a look of feathers. Fear coursed through her. It couldn't be could it?

Looking down at the bag, she wiggled it around some more. It was defiantly heavier than it should have been and her werewolf friend had left it there. I think it's time I gave it back. Carefully, she stood up and walked very slowly towards the door. On the way, she looked towards the booth where the girl had been. Melissa tried to catch the guy's eye, but didn't know if she succeeded or not as she carried on. As the door loomed upon her she could definitely hear the growl. This was no joke it seemed. It seemed it was now time for her to get over her fears of vampires and werewolves and fight was should be feared for once:Angels.

Her hand gingerly touched the knob and turned it. A wolf was on the other side of the bathroom, but feathers and another girl stood next to her. The whole image was spinning, but her senses proved to her that it was real. Of course as she came in, she had to lean on the wall to not fall. Burning fire seemed to erupt through her veins and then the world started to come into focus. Her other side was pushing the vampire down. Finally! Now she saw everything clearly. Anja was the 3 foot wolf...why that form she didn't know. Upright form would be better at the moment..unless she wanted to dodge a lot of things. Brown and white feathers came from that girl with too much perfume and her face was contorted with a smile that made her look uglier in her terms. Melissa was a foot away from the other girl who she had followed in. Hoping the angel would be too stunned to figure out that more were coming in, she quickly walked around the girl and getting towards the stalls for she had a clear view of the wolf. The bag was there still, and her hands clutched it. The bag then flew out of her hands as she threw it towards Anja. "I thought you might need this," she said gently with a smile.