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Chapter 6:Old Friends; New Friends
"My, my, what brings a pretty little thing like you to a place like this?"
Colera turns around at the sound of a voice to see a crooked face with a crooked nose and recognizes A tall burly white man with a shaved head and racist tattoos clearly visible along his arms. Steven Johnson is many things first and for most among them is his career of choice that of a racial terrorist. He is willing to do most any type of job as long as it involves death and destruction and is for the right type of person at the right price. He is the sort of miscreant who's only problem with neo-nazis and skin heads is that they are not aggressive enough. Someone truly worthy of a persons disgust. He had attempted to convince her to marry him last year and only let up after she broke his nose. He is not about to let her go that easily. "Well, if it isn't good ol' Steven" Keeping her voice calm as if she isn't the one at a disadvantage. "Why, I thought I'd seen the last of you." She leans against the bar with her legs crossed in a pleasant manner. She sees Storn in the back of the room watching her closely. A fact that she continues to find unnerving. He moves a little bit closer with once seeming to alter his conversation with the young waitress he's been flirting with. An action that has been making Colera rather angry, not out of any semblance of jealousy but because she has been in the girls place and knows that even though Storn may not seem dangerous at face value his delusions of un-life perpetrated by the ingestion of blood make him far more dangerous then most of the more obvious patrons. He catches her eye glaring and she can both hear and feel his slippery thoughts invade her mind. **This is a dangerous game you are playing** The words penetrating her mind make her cold and she surprises a shiver. She hadn't realized that he had that ability. Still looking at him hoping that he can pick up on what she is thinking, and yet hoping that he cant she thinks **I know just how dangerous this game is and I can take care of my self** She glares at Storn across the room. Storn is really beginning to irritate her If he can invade her mind it could make things far more dangerous then she anticipated. He could know her plains before she is even aware herself. She realizes quietly that she shall have to keep her mind as well guarded as is possible..
"My dear colera, you have but gotten more beautiful Then you have ever been." his smile is only to add emphasis on the fact that he continues to have designs for her future. The glimmer of lust in his eyes as he looks her over merely verifies the fact. Colera smiles sweetly. Things are going just like she planes. **the fool is falling for it hook, line, and sinker, now its just a mater of reeling him in.**
"You still terrorizing my old neighbor hood, of have you gone on to bigger things?" she questions in a polite voice that goes with a sweeter expression. The large man grins revealing jagged teeth and says in a gruff voice "The same old Colera, tough and sweet at the same time. All that time spent with that painter hasn't changed you much, has it?"
Colera sighs softly and says "More then you know Steven, more then you know" her voice picks up a more challenging note. Johnson raises an eyebrow and leans forward licking his lips "Oh?, and how have you changed my dear? Nothing too apparent I'm sure." his gaze gliding along her body. She surprises a shudder and says very gently "If you are interested, as you do seem to be, then perhaps you would like to see me in back later?" With this Colera gets up and goes to the back of the room were Storn is whetting.
"Just what did you think you were doing over there? That man has a lot of connections. He practically runs this part of town." Cutting in "I know perfectly well what I was doing. I can handle Steven just fine, in fact I was the one who broke his nose." she informs Storn threw clenched teeth "in fact, unless you actually wroth that man and his friends hounding you I would sagest you find a way of eliminating him as soon as possible with as little evidence as possible. He has just a large a design on me as you do."
Storn gives her a quire look. **Who is this woman who speaks of such things with out a second thought or fear. I really don't know anything about this woman except for her name, and the fact that she looks so like my long departed wife.**
"Anyway" She continues **she's still talking, what is it that she is saying?** "I think he took the bate." He looks at her questioningly. "Weren't you listening?" She shakes her head, knowing the answer. "I was saying" not even trying to hide her disgust "that I think he took the bate. He thinks that I'm now ready to take his offer from a year ago. He's going to meet me out back after awhile. See he's over there watching me. His friends are fully aware of his interest in me and cant possible make a direct connection between his planning to meet me and his disappearing. That scum bag has as many enemies as friends. Besides I'm sure he's big enough to feed several vampires." The last satinet thrown in as an attempt to get Storn too admire that neither of them are vampires or, at lest, to slip up. She is not ready to accept his story. She is certent that some of it is true, but not all of it. **Something is missing from this, but what?** Whither it is true or not she will have something to show from all of this. She turns on her heal fast snuff to cause the skirt of her dress to flare before she storms over to the other side of the main bar.
There is one small consolation she takes from this experience, What ever way events turn later on tonight she will be rid of one problem at lest. She will then just have to find another way to aliment the remaining one. Colera walks across the bar and is about to continue to the door when she hears two people talking in one of the booths. the word that catches her attention is vampires. She moves closer to hear the conversation.
"Yes Ronden, vampires. I am curtain that they not only exist but inhabit our city and, in fact, use this part of town for their hunting grounds." The younger man glances nervously about and replays to his companion "They are right Van Rossin, you are crazy. I should have listened."
"If you wont out be my just. I wont keep you here. Just remember my warning. " Ronden is a large man who looks more then capable of defending himself. Van Rossin is a tall yet slander man with a slight posture. Anyone who saw him would wonder why he wasn't jumped. Those who recognize him know that it is because he is a much respected man if not feared. To most his recent obsession, bazaar at best, was prove of insanity. **Here is a man to remember.** "A, 'scuse me, but I thought I hurried you say something' about vampres." Colera bates her eyelashes to add effect. Van Rossin looks up. "I said vampires not vampres..." Colera's act has much the same effect on him as it does on most men, not that she uses it a lot. "Well my dear, wont you sit down."He motions to the other side of the table and Colera changes her look from hurt to happy innocence as she sits. "What is a girl like you doing in here? You could get hurt."
"Oh, well the man I am seein' likes ta come here once in a while. We don't live far away. So what was ya saying' 'bout vampires. I'm really interested." Which isn't a lie, Colera needs all the information she can get on vampires and she plans to milk this man for all that he is worth on the topic. Anyway, he just might come in handy later.
"Well, first of all, I'm close to proving that they exists once and for all and that they must be exterminated."
"Oh. There aren't any in here are there?" She asks,keeping up the act "I don't think so, but they are in our city."..........................