Party Haven-9pm
Another club just a few blocks from downtown Lost Haven, a scantly clad woman walks in and barely notices the cool temperatures for the evening. She is enjoying the night as if it was her first night. In reality, it was her first night sense she somehow came into being at dusk. The first couple of clubs she went to just didnt quite appeal to her. It was something about the music or atmosphere or even the food. Nothing really appealed to her. Once she entered this club, though, something or more like someone caught her eye. He is 58 blonde finely built but not overly muscled. The age couldnt be much more then 23. It looks like he is definitely popular with the women since three to four of them were around him. Jessica grabbed a drink from the punch table and took a swig of it. She then made a face and dumped it onto the floor. Her main goal and appetite is for that cute blonde guy who thinks he is every womans dream. As she saunters over there swinging her hips she pushes aside the other women and then reaches up and kisses the guy on the lips heavily. It surprises the guy who fully embraces the new woman and enjoys the kiss. Then they walk away hand in hand and out the door.
So may I have the name of a great kisser who knows who she wants?
The name is Jessica, Jessica Vanders and you are indeed correct that I know what I want. I want you and me in some fun positions in a comfortable room.
Then I think I know where to be of some help in that department. Let us go to my apartment.
Clausius Hotel Lobby 8am
Angela wakes up in her clothes from yesterday with a migraine looking around hearing a weird report on the TV. Someone found her assistant manager and current crush dead in his apartment drained dry of his blood. The police are refusing to say this is a vampire running loose in town, again. In the town of Lost Haven, something like this isnt too terribly unusual but still a bit shocking for Angela. The reports say no sign of a struggle or break in. Then she hears a scream from one of the maids who runs down the hallway saying they found a dead man. With the additional noise of the scream and people turning the TV volume up, Angela gets up and almost falls but gains her balance. She then heads out of the hotel lobby wondering how she got there. Last she knew she was out cold on her bed in her apartment right after she got home from work. Shaking the last of the cobwebs from her head, she decides to head back home away from the noise. For whatever the reason, everything seems a bit sensitive but a migraine would do that to you. By the time she reaches her apartment, news about both deaths is on the news. It seems that both died in similar ways but the police are still refusing to say they are connected and everyone is talking about it. Angela simply ignores them as she unlocks her door and walks in to find the book that Hagath traded in on her kitchen table.
What the world is that doing here? Last I remember, I thought I read something back in the store but dont remember bringing it home.
The only response was a meow from her black and white striped cat.
Oh hey Zeeb, I guess you are hungry. Let me see if I can find you some cat food. Ah here you go. You really should lie off or youll be as fat as a pig. I wonder if I should head into work since most likely the police will eventually go there and probably want to talk to me and every other employee. It probably will be easier on them if I do head into work and take back this book. Oh well, I guess I go find some Aspirin for this migraine and maybe a good hot tea to wake up with.
Angela walks into her bathroom and finds her Aspirin. Then she heads back to her kitchen and stops in her tracks as Hagath stand there smiling broadly Hagath is in another old fashion dress that laces up from her waist up to her neck line. The dress is a solid brown color except where the laces are at which a nice orange with the strings is being yellow.
Good morning, my sweet Angela. I see you decided to keep my book. Something about you told me that you and it should be together. It seems we have some very peculiar news this morning even for this town.
All Angela could do is stand there with her jaw dropped at the site of the customer from yesterday standing there as if she owned the apartment and knew Angela for ages. Angela then closes her mouth a few times as if to speak but nothing comes out.
Would you be a dear and show me where youre hot drink mixer is at? I have a cankering for some of the hot tea I brought with me but didnt have time to make at home. With everything going on from last night, I figured it would be wise for me to come see you before you went to work.
Again, all Angela could do is raise and lower her mouth once and then point towards the cabinet next to her fridge. There sits a coffee maker, hot tea pot, and a cappuccino mixer. Hagath walks over to the hot tea pot and starts making her tea and puts it on the stove. Angela walks over and watches this acquaintance and one time customer make tea which oddly enough is what Angela was craving at the moment. Hagath then proceeds to rummage through the cabinets until she finds the coffee mugs. She also finds the honey in the cabinet. Once the tea was ready, she pours two mugs and adds honey to one of them. Then she walks on by Angela who is still staring in somewhat disbelief and sits down on the couch.
Come, my dear, we have lots to talk about. You might want to bring that book over here as but leave it shut for now. It would be safer for both of us if you did.
Angela does as if she was an obedient student which was her norm. She lays the table on the coffee table between her and Hagath as she sits in the chair opposite of her guest or maybe intruder which Angela has yet to figure out which one is more appropriate at the moment.
Here dear, you will want this tea. It is great with honey even though Im so much in the habit of drinking it straight. You wont need those medicines once you get a sip or two down your throat. Your head will clear right up and youll be right as rain on a crisp spring morning.
Angela takes a couple of sips of the hot tea and then quickly puts it down after burning her tongue and mouth. Then she shakes her head again and her migraine is gone and is fully awake.
Who are you? How did you get in here without me noticing you following me? Why are you here? My cat would have hissed like crazy since she doesnt like anyone besides me. What is so important about this book? What is it doing in my apartment? When
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Ah, one of the few times you are on sensory overload and cant understand anything. Such a fine brain and intelligence even with some of the more odd interests for one of your caliber unless someone knows you better then you know yourself. I see graduating from Harvard with a double major and triple minor in four years. Congrats on that accomplishment since that should have taken seven to eight years to do especially with summa *** laude honors college and top of your class. You really should have had offers coming at you from the best companies and universities but I found you working part time at a bookstore. What would someone do with a double major in sociology and political science attached to minors of ancient history, linguistics, and occult studies? The majors could have been applied to many areas especially with the linguistics minor but the other two minors stick out like a sore thumb.
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I eventually plan on getting my doctorate in archeology. Sadly, I was so busy trying to keep my 4.0 that I missed out on the deadlines for the qualified schools and I guess I did want a break from school. Pushing 21 hours for three years and 9 hours during the summer straight didnt help. The only reason it wasnt four years of 21 hours is that I started light with 15 hours and then went to 18 hours. Had to beg my advisor to let me break the hour limit and do the 21 my second year. After I proved that I could do it, then it wasnt an issue even though the advisor still protested the additional majors and minors.
So with all of your intelligence, all you want to do is dig in the dirt. Child, you didnt need to go to school for that. All you needed was the right shovel and a patch of dirt.
But for me to understand what I was looking at, I would have to understand the culture and political structure of things in both present and past. I may go into the Masters program somewhere and pick up either geology or geography before I head towards the PhD. There is so much to understand of an ancient civilization for one to truly get a grasp of what they are looking at when they dig up a piece of pottery or hopefully a scroll.
Ah, one who understands patients and learning before she goes plunging into the unknown? However, curiosity surely does kill the cat; present company excluded of course, Zeeb. Only if your master read a different spell then what she did then the news and police wouldnt be on another vampire hunt as if this city needs anything to be scared about at night.
Angela looks down at the book and then back at Hagath with deer in head lights look. She then takes a longer sip of her slightly cooler tea and is able to relax once again. There is something different and yet comforting about this tea which Angela enjoyed.
You have yet to answer my questions, Hagath, it was Hagath correct?
Yes it is, Hagath and as for your other questions, all in due time my dear, all in due time.
