There was a shift in the air as night fell that one didn't notice when the daily worries of being human clouded your senses. A cool blanket the fell over you as if made of wind but with that tiny spark of life. That movement that echos some where deep within ones soul. And there are of course those little spot, buildings that gave off more feeling of life then at night then a whole town at the height of day.

Though Rohan wouldn't say that the building he current found him self in was full of life it certainly was lively. The house they were staying in was once a beautiful but small Victorian home. Back when the paint had been fresh and humans had leaned more towards brighter colors for their homes. Now the almost turquoise paint had darkened to matched the waters of the northern sea the white edging a dull gray. the dark hardwood floors blending in much better with the more muted colors ten the load eye catchers they had been. Dust had settled along the gray wrap around porch and in the corners of windowsills. The modest two story home was other then minor cosmetics well loved and taken care of.

Inside on would find for hint of dust or fad in paint. The owners, an elderly couple who moved around a fair bit for humans of their age, took care of the inside though they had little reason to venture out anymore. From what he had gathered from his only night at the residents a local boys was paid to bring them groceries or whatever else they found themselves in need of.

They were scared of the monsters that had now come out of the shadows. It suited him well. Their fear made them misjudge. A man come looking for his runaway bride- his current alibi for showing Marin's picture around- was far above that of the monsters in human form. Yes Rhoan Weaver was far to well put together to be of that lot.

A smile played upon his face as he stared out of the upper floor window into the town below. Rumor had gotten to him that a child no older the Marin was suppose to be had turned up in this town. Adjusting the black silk tie under the collar of his gray oxford he gazed across the town at the roof that could be barely seen. The mansion housed a clan of vampires well known for being just a bit too obvious. And his orders had been clear, no one was to feed from Marin. No one.

Taking his leave of the view the ginger haired man crossed his room in a gesture that resembled floating more then walking. There was more in this town then just the chance of finding that lovely little human.

Little Addy was also calling this town her home. Truly it had been some time since he had seen or heard word of his sister. He did hope she didn't make things difficult, though testing just how much she had learned about going up against his kind would be entertaining.


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(( have to make a food run. will post Weaver's part in my net post.))