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[__trinity_]

The vampire shifted uneasily before Trinity, not seeming able or willing to meet her cold stare. He was untrustworthy and she had been suspicious when the sorry excuse for a vampire stopped her in an alley way.

"What exactly did you see?" Trinity asked, her eyes narrowing and her arms folded over her chest. "Julian, what exactly happened

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[kilraven]

Leaning against the wall outside the mouth of the alley, Kilraven listened to the sounds of kinetic impacts and vulgar language that told the sad story of the state of New York's unliving and their limited efforts in human resource management.

And people think the police are rough. Doesn't anyone try honey before the vinegar anymore? Ah, but here she comes. Mustn't get caught up and forget my own manners.

Straightening out his ubiquitous half-length black coat, the Kilraven started speaking after Trinity had cleared the mouth of the alley by one pace.

"It is rather difficult to find good help these days, isn't it? I quite understand, really. It's hard every time I need to break in a new secretary and they simply don't last."

[__trinity_]

Though she was usually quite aware of her surroundings, Trinity found herself caught off guard due to the fact that she had been focusing on too many thoughts all at once.

She searched for the source of the voice and found it quickly. A demon. Her posture stiffened as her eyes fixed on one spot in the darkness.

"Who are you?" Trinity asked, ignoring his previous statements.

[kilraven]

Kilraven smiled in the shadows and spread his arms expressively.

"So long in the modern cities of cities and yet you know me naught? But then, it is true that you have never called upon my offices in all these generations. Allow me then to introduce myself. I am Quintus Kilraven, a simple cthonian. Your lot often call me Quin. My card."

He took a step slow step forward and, observing the etiquette of the slow hand popularized by police dramas, very deliberately reached into his pocket to pluck a business card out and offer it gripped between fore & index finger. Minding the tension in the dame nosferatu, Kilraven allowed a hint of brimstone to cling to the card as a olfactory confirmation of his status. While she should sense his nature, the demon had found oftentimes, the simplest gestures helped set the nightfolk at ease.

[__trinity_]

Trinity regarded the card with suspicion, her eyes drifting between and the demon's face. Taking a tentative step forward, she took the card from his clutches and skimmed over it.

"And what is it you want with me?" she questioned, keeping her guard up in any case that he was untrustworthy.

[linadark]

Sorry, i'm a writer in a foreign country and i was looking for some examples of vampires because i'm writing a book about it... i requested to be in the community so that i could understand what it means to be a vampire... but i'm actually meeting with this person now and i hope he can give me more than a big picture about modern vampires...
thanks anyways... your stories are really helpful...