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Alyzandra walked up her front porch and unlocked the front door. Her parents had told her that morning they would be going out for dinner. In a way, Alyzandra was glad that she had the house alone. On the other hand, she was feeling rather dejected because of Brendan and that strange boy she had run into. 'C'est la vie,' she thought as she removed her shoes and dropped her bag by the front door. All she really wanted to do was have her bath, study, and sleep.

Climbing the carpeted stairs to the second floor where her bedroom and the main bathroom were located. Stopping in her room to get some clean clothes, Alyzandra turned on the light and made sure her latest vampire novel was on her bed. Maybe she would just skip studying and read. She was never fond of academics even though she tended to excel when she put in a good effort.

As quickly as she entered her room, Alyzandra was in the main bathroom. The tub was filling and she added some aroma therapy bubble bath to the hot water. Soon the bathroom started to smell like cucumber-melon and the eighteen-year-old girl quickly removed her clothes and slipped into the soapy water. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she let the tub fill a little more before turning off the water. All she wanted to do at that moment was relax and forget all her troubles.

The teacher shook her head as she looked around the park. "I don't suppose anyone has taught you yet how to track the creatures we hunt...Rule number one is always be on guard. These creatures for the most part like playing mind tricks. Like the one that was just trying to follow Alyzandra home. He looked almost exactly like Brendan." Now Admalia said this for a number of reasons. The first and formost was to get Brendan's reaction and secondly she said it to illistrate her point.

At first Brendan didn't react, but when Admalias words had sink in, his eyes widened. "You saw someone that looked like me!?" he almost shouted. "Where did he go? You have to tell me! Quick!" He had completley stopped to think about whatever it was they were looking for. "You said he was with Lyz, right? I'll have to go and talk to her."

Alyzandra dried herself off after her bath, put on her pyjamas, and slipped into a warm, fuzzy bagthrobe. She padded softly into her bedroom and curled up on her bed with her book. She had had enough "excitement" for one day and figured it was time to rest up. Opening the book to the page she had last read, Alyzandra set her book mark down on the bed.

Despite being part of Mary's Rose, the young girl was fascinated with the paranormal. Her foster mother had feulled the passion by teaching the girl some simple basics of Wicca at a young age. Ever since then, Alyzandra had been obsessed with doing as much research as she could on creatures that were said to be fictional. Her passion made it easier for her to deal with Mary's Rose and with the creatures she would one day fight.

Her eyes fell upon the words of her book and shortly she was lost in the world of beautiful Vampire men and the tragic fate of mortal women. It was a typical Vampire book: beautiful, young mortal woman meets a handsome Vampire man only to end up either becoming a Vampire herself or meeting an early end to her life. The romantic part of her adored that type of book even though she knew Vampires were nothing like that. The fictional Vampires of her imaginative world and the books she read, however, made her swoon like she did for the guys she dated at school.

Setting her book down, Alyzandra walked over to her window and opened it all the way. Her room had gotten too warm for her tastes, even after removing the fuzzy bathrobe. She turned to make her way back to her bed when her stomach let out a quiet rumble. 'Dinner time,' she thought as she left her room and headed down to her kitchen.

"I have to ask her a few things" Brendan said as he looked into the eyes of his comrade. "I know what I'm doing, don't worry. I might not be as able to fight as you, but I do know how to forsee an oncoming attack. You should go back to the others before you get flunked. This is a personal matter, and I'd appreciate some privacy."

As Brendan came closer to the house, he couldn't help the feeling that he was watched. It did however feel like it was the eye of somone who cared about him, so did his best to ignore it. As he rang on the dorrbell he hoped that she would open. He knew she could keep the door closed as a payback for what he had said earlier, but he hoped she wouldn't be too mad at him. After all, he really wanted to hear about her meeing with his duplicate.

((Thought colour? I dunno. Blue perhaps? Or olive? Perhaps orange? I'd suggest violet, but it stings in my eyes.))

"I'm sorry if I interrupted anything important." Brendan apoligised. "But I have to talk to you. It's really important. Mind if I come in?" As he stood there, he couldn't help thinking that she looked rather cute when she blushed, a thought he tucked away in a corner of his mind as quickly as he could. "I sure hope Stan followed my advice to go back to the others" he thought. "It'd be no good if he got into trouble because of what I'm doing. Whatever that's out there, it'll turn him into an evening snack if he isn't careful." Brendan almost regretted rushing off like that now that a comrade risked to get problems because of him.