Gand will park the land rover on the street. The building his studio is in is tall and dark. A few people come and go, th streets outside are filled with the downtown bustle even this late at night.

The doorman will tip his hat and call the elevator for Aiden and Gand. The studio is on one of the top floors and will offer quite a view of the city from its floor to cieling windows. Gand clearly has a thing for living in fishbowls.

The studio is one large room that includes a livingroom and kitchen as well as what looks like a photography work area. One can only assume the kinds of pictures Gand would take...

There is a bedroom and bathroom, the entire place is decorated in the modern steel and expensive wood trim Gand seems to prefer. All teh furniture is leather and the kitchen is stocked with way more booze than food.

'Make yourself comfortable. We should have a little while before she shows up.'

Midnight was the deal, Gand figured that would be the perfect time for a vampire. He leaves the door unlocked....

I glance around nervously, emerald eyes trying to study the room, just in case... Ergh if only these voices in my brain would talking. I can't listen to this babble anymore. I make my way over to the fridge, peering in. I'm parched, I need a beverage. Instead I find all kinds of liquor goodies. I close the fridge, deciding to pour myself a glass of water instead.

She might not come alone

They're talking again...

Of course not, she's got the undead connection. They'll find her, should anything happen...

I don't want to think of more. I thought Vampires were of fairy tale. Hell, I should be in a mental institution. How do I know I'm not all drugged up, imagining all of this? I'm not sure anymore. Working for magicians of sorts must fuck with your head.

Gand will leave Aiden alone. He only exascerbates her condition anyway. He will flick a switch on the wall and bring the fake fireplace roaring to life.

He pours himself a stiff drink and will slip into his nervous habit of coin tricks as the clock ticks closer and closer to midnight...

He should have a contingency plan, beyond mind raping everyone in the room. But in truth he doesnt... hes almost out of allies and even Alice is needed elsewhere for this game to not get out of hand. Maybe if he had more time he could have found himself a wooden stake or something... Or at least a sturdy highball glass.

I drink down the water hungrily, trying to think of songs I used to hear in my childhood. All I can hear is the growing chatter of the voices, like old smokers, voices heavy and thick. Arguing like a council of elders, sages perhaps. Saying all these things I can't understand, or even begin to comprehend in anyway. Perhaps in another language. Well that's probably the closest I can come to properly labeling it for my own mind.

I grab onto the counter, still dressed in my short asian robe. I shiver, the place is so cold, how can a lady relax? Reminds me of a murder scene in a movie... But where's all the blood?

Just wait and see...

*The gentle purr of the Shelby breaks the downtown's monotonous sound, it makes soft noises like a baby tiger's under the hood, a tiger that has sharp, sharp claws...such a lovely car she thinks. There is no music coming from the speakers, she drives in in otherwise silence.

She parks the car in plain view and steps up. Yes, this is the place...

Her sky blues move up, flittering along the height of the building. Midnight is gently creeping up on her, slithering and then perching on her shoulder like some imp, placing a kiss upon her cheek before it whispers for her to go on...

...and she does.

She makes her way to the door, spotting the doorman and the small sort of smile creeping up on his lips, due to the fact that she's dressed the way she is.

A long, flowly skirt brushes against her legs, strips of three shades of blue flutter to the ground, the back is almost half a meter longer than the front (that almost shows off a pair of delicate transparent pumps...very Cinderella-esque). Her top is a sea-green satin corset tied tightly with teal ribbons along both sides, sinching her shaply frame and accentuating it. Her hair falls over her shoulders, an elaborate wig of snow-white ringlettes, the sides are pinned back with tiny clips that have got pearls on them...she looks like a mermaid in that outfit.*

I am here for Gand...*Kara informs the doorman, hoping the man'll think she is one of Gand's lady friends and usher her upstairs without any hastle.*  

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That the mans exact reaction, even though Gand just came in under an hour ago with that gorgous redhead. The man wil lsummon the Elevator for Kara, writing on his notepad...

'Dear Penthouse...'

*She waits for the elevator to escort her upstairs...penthouse, of course; for someone who's so cheap somehow she could only picture him in a penthouse though. Such a contradiction. She shakes her head gently, shaking her thoughts out and focuses...or tries.*

The ride up will be quick and quiet. No trippy muzak here. The doors ding and slide open, leaving Kara facing Gands door. The same door she met Karlie through, back when she first came looking to kill the Devil Man.

Gand hears the elevator and takes a deep breath glancing to Aiden. Game time. Gand should be sitting on one of the oversized chairs trying to look intimidating. But really his rampant overconfidenc should be enough. The theratrics can wait, he leans on the counter and watches the door...

*She keeps her head clear, pushing away any thought that dares enter her mind, thoughout the ride up she ignores the decore of the elevator, ignores the fact that she had shoved so much powder up her nose at the glass house and the fact that sometimes she still touches her nose craving. She ignores the world around her and closes her eyes for a moment, turning eveything to black.

Kara steps out of the elevator. She stands in front of the door, she is sure that he knows that she is here...she doesn't even think she should bother knocking.

Her eyes flitter down to her dress, and before she can stop herself she begins fluffing out the folds, making them puff out prettily. She catches herself and frowns, and in a flash she begins to smooth them down, undoing what she already did.

In haste she lifts her hand and knocks.*

Suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door....*Her voice comes out in a whisper, barely audible. Her hand drops. Let it begin...*

A glance at his watch and Gand calls out.

'Its open!'

*Somewhere a clock chimes midnight, somewhere a tone so haunting breaks the night's unearthly silence.

She turns the knob and opens the door. Kara steps into the room, her gaze falling directly at Gand. How odd it is to see him again. Things have a way of not turning out how they should have, sometimes. If things had happened...differently, just as she had plotted in her mind, Gand may be spread across the bottom of the ocean or something, and she may have another precious video of Lucas. Or maybe she would be the one turned to dust, and it would have all ended. But things did not turn out that way, then again when does life decide to deal you a fair hand, anyway?

Kara says nothing, he can have the first word. She does not close the door but does begin to walk the length of the room, closer to him.*  

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Gand straightens up, seeming calm and confident even as she approaches. He assumes she is armed, probably heavily. He has a gun of his own, but doubts it would do him much good...

'So, have you found what i asked for?'

*She moves across the length of the room, but her motions resemble floating rather than walking...years in performance gives you a handful of motions you don't really need, but do anyway.

Kara remains silent until she comes within a few feet of him and sits herself down on the closest chair. Legs are crossed, dress fixed along her knees. Her eyes finally rise up to Gand.*

Do you have what I want, Gand? *Her tone is nothing close to threatening, or mean, on the contrary, it is soft, sweet, calm.*

'I have everything you want.'

gand responds. Confident shes felt the little pangs of need regularly ever since she stuffed her head full of his personal nose candy.... The effect is potent, hes seen it a thousand times before.

'Who killed Vincent Morena?'

*She looks Heavenward and utters* Boogyman.....

Prove to me that you have what I want *sky blues shift to him, narrowing slightly. She leans towards him and lowers her tone* besides powder, I mean....do you have anything of meaning for me?

One of Gands fingers ticks to point at Aiden.

'She knows where your darling little boy is. But, You only have... oh..'

Gand glances at his watch again.

'Six, Seven hours to tell me who killed Vincent before you will never see her again.'

Less than a minute and he has already threatened Kara. Gand has very little patience for anything...

*She turns her head and looks at Aiden; ever so slowly, like some phantom, she rises.* She may have six or seven hours before whatever you have in store for her, but you and I will be able to find my son after she is gone...*She says no more, he's not the only one that can threaten.  

Kara walks to the silk-clad girl and stands quite close. Her gaze lingers on the red-head's face.* Is it a blessing or a curse? *she whispers almost inaudibly as she leans towards her ear, then pulls back quickly and takes three steps back.* You know where he is? *Her eyes cling onto Aiden, she tries to play it cool, show no emtions, but the eyes are always an open book, and in her tale there is no happy end...but a hope for it.*

I look at the pale figure, Kara... Something in my brain screams, memories, and I remember what I have seen. It flashes through my mind, and I blink it back. I can hear them chuckling in the back of my mind, as if to say 'And you think this is bad? HA!'

"I have seen him with a cold, emotionless man. He is safe, but something about him screams save me... He plays a very big part in something, and it's not even this... But that I cannot say."

I peer into the womans eyes, whom most likely, I tower over, veiled with Scarlet locks. Emerald green eyes capture, and draw you in. Hypnotizing. Perhaps she is just a puppet, but a close to perfect puppet, manipulation made easily...

*She blacks Gand out when Aiden speaks, Kara clings onto Aiden's every word....no, the man is not emotionless...he can feel hate and a lot of it, he's even given some of it to Kara.*

Safe? *she whispers almost inaudibly, her voice feather faint. Silence covers her for a moment, inside she screams, and the look on her face...for a flicker of a second, seams as though she may loose it. Her eyes close, her head bows as she composes herself.

Ever so slowly her lids flicker, eyes back on Aiden and she adds in an even softer tone.* Is he being loved?

Gand shakes his head. Its tempting to try and link up Kara and Aiden, maybe Aiden could show her something horrible and they could watch her break down... Gand has had a peek at her son, and he cant hold his tongue.

'Loved? Are you thick? When i saw him i didnt even think he was alive.'