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Adrien could see no way out of the woman's plannings - whatever they were. Her grip, though gentle, was strong and forceful; he could not for the life of him stuggle out of that demonic grasp. Plus, that air he mused of earlier...there was something about her that made her seem somewhat familiar. She was no normal human being, that he was certain of. She was demonic, in a sense that was somehow natural, and very old. But she was poise, and very charming. How could he refuse?

He allowed the mistress to drag him where she chose, stumbling behind her like a three-legged mule, tripping over anything that deemed trippable objects. In his hand he carried the carved figurine, hoping beyond hope that it would give him strength and courage.

"My...parents," choked Adrien, keeping his eyes downcast. Even if the maiden before him was looking ahead, he didn't want to chance her seeing the tears glistening in his eyes. "I mustn't....they must be avenged...."

Cliford nodded and though he would like to work with this woman he wanted also to keep their origins a secret a bit longer as well. "My dear Ariai is allergic to most metals. The minerals in them make her reacted in a most uncomfortable way." He then looked at Ariai to make sure she understtood what he was doing and why. "My name is Clifford Gelar by the way. Its a pleasure to meet you Madam Anderson."

"I shouldn't have any silver... I don't wear jewellery," Faith responded as she hesitantly took the money. She had no idea what currency it was. She was just a small twon girl who only knew her North American currency. "What kinda money is this?" she asked rather rudely as she inspected it. She was quite intelligent but at times she could be just plain stupid. She blamed it on too many lost brain cells from partying in her younger years.

With a rather overly dramatic sigh, the young woman pulled a rusted old pocket watch from her pocket and checked the time. Cursing under her breath, she shoved it back in her pocket. Her bus had not come on time. It was either running late or it had been early. "Screw the bus," she muttered, "I'm better off walking."

After a few seconds of silence, she pulled the watch out again. 'Crap...' she thought before looking over at Ariai and then at Clifford. "I s'pose this watch could have some silver in it? I always thought it was just a piece of scrap metal with no value," she said, laughing rather nervously. She felt bad for setting off the woman's allergies even though there was no way she could have known them... unless, of course, she ahd been paying attention to the signs. But that was not Faith's style when she was talking business. She thought of nothing but business when she was in investigator mode.

"As the situation stands, I believe it would be better to speak of of in another location. However, I can inform you that it regards the recent troubles that have have started to make themselves more apparent." Georg looked around as well and saw his old friends speaking to a human woman. "If you do not object, I believe it would be a wise course of action to try to regroup with my friends."

Liek pulled him as if not noticing the tripping. She slowed her walking a little when he spoke but shrugged. "You may find what you seek where I take you, but you may not as well. Though you will be with family." She said and tugged him towards the haven that she stayed. At least for now, she liked to move, though this one was her favorite. "Oh looky! Cliffy and Ari are here! Lovely!" She rushed towards the haven with a new vigor. It didn't matter if they knew her or not, she knew them. Though first names and what they looked like was usually it, the rest she didn't pay attention to. Though those were really only those who often came to the haven.

Once close enough she launched herself onto the back of Clifford, whether making it or not was a different matter. He could move or some sort, which she would tumble away unharmed with a pout before becoming active again. She had purposely left the boy by Ariai so that she would watch the youngling. She was old enough to tell that was what he was, she was sure. But her main mission was still to latch upon Clifford's back.

Deimos' ice green eyes scanned the streets, looking for his next victim. He wouldn't kill this one, he told himself, for two deaths in one night would be bad for his privacy. Plus, it was just plain rude. Though he hated his sire, the old vampire had taught him to respect his prey, a bit. A soft breeze blew his dark hair into his tanned, heart-shape face. He was one of the few vampire who could actually hold a tan, if he went into a salon every two weeks or so. Which is exactly what he did. He was amazed that it had worked. Moving his hair out of the way, it was then that he saw her.
Or at least, her in the sense that he thought that she was a he. He had to blame her short hair for that. His hunger was so strong for more blood that he couldn't even use his sense to discover that she was a she. But that didn't matter to Deimos. All that mattered was that he get fed. He walked up next to her and smiled. "Hello there," the vampire said in a charming way, "My name is Deimos. And I cannot help but wonder why such a beautiful creature such as yourself is walking around alone at night."

"Oh dear, oh dear! The days so bright with delight, and shining with morning, no one wishes to come out to play during the day! Those that are dead yet not living, have such hard time to learn what is coming. So many wish to know who is doing this matter, yet the Madd Hatter, for once has no explanation to give to them and they make such a clatter! Sneaky they are, that they are better, to escape one such as I, the Madd Hatter." Liek spouted tragically as she moved around. Her speech was hard to follow and usually only those who knew her enough could follow.

She bounced to the youngling and took his hand tugging him closer to the elder vampire. "I found this one on my travels this good night. Just moments ago I saw him, which gave me quite a sight! I think he be scared, that or shy. He speaks very softly and I could of sworn he almost started to cry. He wishes to avenge, his parents I think, but from who I can only guess since he doesn't seem to want to speak. I thought their Excellencies might help him best, for senseless murder is such a pest." She finished with a spread of her arms in a dramatic grace.

((Okay, basically she's saying that she hasn't had much fun, the zombies are stupid, and many have come for her information but she doesn't know much on who's behind it either. In the second one, I think it's rather clear that she's describing Adrien... Umm, and her speech is kind of like a poem, usually in rhyme. You pause a bit at each punctuation. I'll see if sometime I can't record this and make a sound byte to have you understand better...))