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*Removes the semi wet towel from her hair and places it on the water/blood puddle on the floor*

"There. That should take care of that for now. And thank you *smiles* Coco is one of a kind. I've yet to find a cat as smart as him."

*opens the first aid kit*

"This might hurt a little bit."

*takes out some alcohol cotton balls with a small pair of tongs and starts to clean the wound as Coco continues to watch them.*

*Rasand's blood eyes lock with Nymph's stony ice blues*

"You know you still won't overpower me..." her mind shuves hard at his forceing it back.

"Its still fun to try... Why don't you every try to reach out to mine...?"

"I have no need to..." under her breath she mummbles "and i don't wana know what you have done with John..."

"You of all should know that we vampires have the best of hearing...."

"so... i still don't like saying it"

*she looks up at the yung man that is very close to her own age in looks*

Rasand is one of the oldest here at the VRF (Vampire Reproduction Facilaty)

-:England, in a slum in London:-

*Liam looked up at the darkening sky, the polluted air casting a haunting red light into his deep blue eyes. The sun was almost down. He quickened his pace just a little.

Even though the area he lived in was relatively safe from the creatures of the night, he didn't want to take any chances.

"Once I get back home, I'll be safe." he thought to himself. "Nothing can harm me in my sanctuary."

No one ever penetrated his so called "sanctuary", without exception. He usually used the word to refer to his little basement house, but after years and years of living the way he did, he'd unknowingly spread this sanctuary into his soul as well. He was, for all intents and purposes, alone, and he preferred it that way. Not because he was angry at the world for something dark in his past, no nothing like that. He just preferred to be alone. There was less to worry about when the only thoughts that needed attention were his own. He didn't have to comfort anyone, feel their pain, help them be strong when life got tough...he only had to make sure he stayed alive. This was the life he knew, and it suited him just fine.

Liam hurried past the thugs sitting on the steps leading up to the main part of the house that served as a roof for his. He tried to minimize the time he spent near them, fearing their knack for trouble would infect him like a disease, ruining his perfect existence. They absently glance at him, then go back to whatever illegal nonsense they were talking about this time. As he slammed the door/hatch behind him and set and locked all four iron bars into place over it, he dropped his shoulder pack full of groceries onto the small table and collapsed into a pile of clothes and rags that served as his chair. He glanced up at the last rays of daylight sneaking in through the small holes in the foundation he called "windows". He thought about the day, and a small thought entered his mind just before he drifted off to sleep. He didn't think it to be important, but it stuck with him and influenced his dreams.

"Life in the outside world - could anything make it worthwhile?"

"I was born and raised in northern London. I'm hoping to go back there soon."

*finishes wrapped the wound up and puts the first aid kit back on the ground*

"I'll be right back."

*Lavian steps back into the kitchen, washes her hands, then returns to sit back down.*

"So are you ready for tea? It should still be warm. *pours tea from the tea pot into the three tea cups she brought*

*puts the tea pot down and grabs the sugar cube tongs*

"How much sugar would you like?"

"Oh, no sugar for me" Father Edmond says with a smile as he takes the cup of warm tea. "Thank you for the tea miss, and for bandaging my arm" he says as he sips his tea. He drinks the tea with his right hand and hangs his left arm over the side of the chair, silently gesturing the cat coco over to him.

Father Edmond continues to sip his tea and absentmindedly pets the cat coco. Animals tended to stay away from him unless he was in his completely human form and most animals that had seen Father Edmond transform any part of his body, as this cat had, tended to avoid him completely. This cat however seemed to be accustomed to the unusual, confirming what Father Edmond had sensed about the cats owner.
"I've known the innkeeper here for a long time, he's a good man. Doesn't care who you are or where you came from as long as your a good worker." Father Edmond says smiling as he continues to pet the cat.

Father Edmond sipped his tea and continued to pet Coco.
"If you have work to do then I should probably be leaving so I'm not in the way." He stood up and bowed slightly to her.
"Good evening miss" he says to the young lady and then turns his head to the cat "Be sure to keep her out of trouble now." He turns to leave, as he nears the door he turns his head back to the young women "If you ever need anything you can find me at the Vatican, just ask for me." And with that he steps out into the night air. It was still raining ever so slightly as he walked back towards the Vatican. that girl and her cat, I will have to get some more information on them but for now I should return and report he thinks to himself as he walks through the rain, the sky slowly turning from the black of night into the gray of pre-dawn.

Father Edmond entered the Vatican as the first rays of sunlight struck the spire of the cathedral. The rain had stopped and for being out all night Father Edmond was remarkably dry as he knocked on the door of Carlisle Flanagan.

"Yes Father Edmond" came the voice of Carlisle Flanagan from the other side of the door. Father Edmond opened the door and entered the room.

"I hear you had some trouble on your walk last night" Carlisle Flanagan says as he looks at Father Edmond's ripped shirt sleeve, the white of the bandage showing through.

"Yes, two werewolves were chasing an innocent girl down some of the alleys. I dispatched the one who appeared to be the leader and let the other one live with a piece of silver lodged in a few of his bones." Father Edmond replies.

"Why did you let him live?" Carlisle Flanagan asks, his eyebrow raised.

"I was not ordered to hunt him." Father Edmond says flatly.

"And what happened to the girl Edmond" Carlisle Flanagan asked. Father Edmond had hoped he would not ask about her.

"I escorted her home where she insisted she bandage my arm." he says holding his arm up.

"Do you know why the werewolves were after her" Carlisle Flanagan asked.

"She was protecting her cat, they were apparently using it as a chew toy." Father Edmond responded with a slight chuckle.

"Retribution has new field assignments. It appears that a Demon has appeared in the southern end of Sicily. Can you be ready by nightfall?" Carlisle Flanagan asks picking up some papers from the small desk next to his chair.

"I can be ready now. What type of Demon is it this time?" Father Edmond says.

"Here is your assignment Edmond, I expect this taken care of quickly." He says handing Edmond the packet of paper off his desk. Father Edmond opens it and quickly reads through the papers. There at the bottom was the information he was looking for. Minimal force is neccessary, first limiter only followed immediately by the popes symbol and his signature. Father Edmond looks up at Flanagan.

"I shall have this taken care of quickly" he turns and walks out of the room. Having till nightfall Father Edmond sets out to the library to pay a certain librarian a visit. She might be able to get the information hes looking for.