Daniella had the cab driver drop her a couple blocks from her haven, she still had to find dinner and the night was young. Stepping out of the cab, she scans the area as she shifts her shopping bag to the other hand closing the cab door behind her. It was early enough that the bars were still open, and she decided on one that looked busy, at least from the loud music and drunken people going in and out it seemed that way.

Making her way into the bar, she finds a small table and sits down, asking the waitress for gin on the rocks. She puts her new shoes on the other seat, making so if someone wanted to sit down they would have to ask her. She then turned on her senses and scanned the room, looking for dinner, and maybe someone interesting to talk to. That thought made her Beast roar with laughter, it then reminded her that these people were dinner, nothing more. While she couldn’t argue with the logic, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of loneness at it. While never aging, having cool blood gifts and healing fast were great, she still longed for someone to share it with. And the cattle could be fun, but they could never know what she was, nor would they ever be able to understand it if they did.

It takes her a moment to see her drink sitting in front of her, and she realizes how lost in her thoughts she could get. Smiling and shaking her head, she picks up the drink, and scans the room again, her eyes finally resting upon a gentleman at the bar. With his dark features and long hair, her interest was sparked and she studies his aura. It was an interesting mix of bright red and silver, with a hint of light green. Her Beast stirs, whispering to her, telling her she could use his emotions to get what was needed.

Smiling, she stands and makes her way through the rest of the people, ignoring the looks and rude comments about her body. Though if her ass was grabbed there was going to be a fight that was a simple fact. Gently placing her hand on his arm, “Greg?!” she asks, her voice sounding surprised and excited. The guy turns, looking confused, “Excuse me? Sorry, my names Rob.” As he looks at her, she can see his aura changing; there is now some deep red in it. Looking embarrassed, “I’m so sorry! You look like a guy I went to school with.” Her smile widens, “I’m Aubrey by the way.”

The conversation went on for what seemed like forever as Daniella struggled to appear interested in his love life. Though the way he was drinking, and his sad state, made him an easy target for dinner. When she insisted on helping him out and into a cab, he more than happily accepted, resting his arm across her shoulders as she led him out. He wasn’t drunk, but wasn’t too steady on his feet either, which made for an interesting walk. Once outside, she sat him down on the bench, as she sat down as well, his arm pulled her closer. She noticed the movement of his head as he leaned closer to kiss her, and she let him, knowing the Kiss he was going to get in return would be the best one he ever had. She turned her head to the side, pulling him closer to her at the same time, and felt her fangs with her tongue. Gently kissing his neck, she felt his body respond, and then pierced his skin, the warm rush of blood filling her mouth. Her Beast made happy noises, relishing in the blood as it filled her dead body, Rob, well, he just moaned with pleasure. Taking what she needed, her Beast happy and sated, she runs her tongue over the wounds, allowing them to heal. Pulling away, she sees the blissful expression of his face, and stands, grabbing her shoes, she makes her way home, a pleased look on her face.

When she gets to her Haven, she finds that the dry cleaners have dropped off her dress, and she takes it off the door. Paying a little extra to have it dropped off was great, she thinks as she unlocks the door. Once inside, she doesn’t bother with the lights, one of the perks of having heightened senses was seeing in the dark. Making her way to her room, she places the dress on the back of the door and as she turns around, she freezes. If she had color to her dead skin, she would have lost it at seeing a box placed carefully on her bed. The Beast takes over, a mixture of fear and anger floods over her and she quickly listens for any sound, and goes into a defensive stance. She hears nothing, and as her eyes scan the darkness she picks up no colors and her Beast doesn’t sense another. What the hell, she thinks, still on alert, she walks to the bed. The box was small, wrapped in brown paper and was light when she picked it up. Gently unwrapping it, she lifts the cover to find a simple white piece of paper. When she takes the note out, a smaller box is under it, and she looks confused. Opening the note, it was not just the handwriting that made everything stop, but the signature at the bottom, Viktor. The boxes falls from her hand as her hands begin to shake, this can’t be real, it has to be a joke she thinks slowly sinking on the bed. The note slips from her hand as she realizes it was real, he was alive, he knew where she was, and had been in her Haven.