It was one in the morning before Edward finally pushed away the last test, capped his red pen, and staggered to bed Friday night. Seven ‘o’ clock this morning he’d done a good impression of waking up, gotten in the shower, and dressed. He’d thrown on a pair of gray slacks and a black button down shirt tucked neatly into the pants. A black leather belt and his nappy black boots to complete the outfit. He’d run a little bit of gel into his hair to battle the frizz, picked up his wallet, a book, and a file containing the remaining tests and essay’s from his Friday class, his keys, and a pocket knife and left.

Outside the door, Edward kicked the newspaper over the threshold and closed the door firmly, locking the several deadbolts. He then climbed down three flights of stairs and got into his red truck. Every Saturday morning, he made it a point to get out of the apartment, have some coffee and breakfast and finish grading the papers he’d collected the previous day form his mostly non-compliant students.

So here he sat at one of the small round tables for two that are so common in coffee shops, a folder of tests, a set of keys, and a tall Styrofoam cup of black coffee loaded down with sugar. He’s taken barely three sips of the content but already he looks awake and very much alive. His blond hair still appears damp with the gel in it, his clothing pressed to wrinkle-free perfection. His slim face was set in a gentle from that seemed to be frozen on his face, his mouth turned down at one corner. He sat with his back straight, his head bent, peering over a paper lying in front of him, between him and his precious coffee, his red pen poised like a knife ready to combat. Already the paper contained two red marks over it’s face. Michael, the owner of the paper, had called him late at night and asked him to pick him up from a club. He’s not happy with Michael, or his test paper.

"Work I’m afraid is necessary youngling" Lucius spoke, he sat on the coffee bar with his leg crossed over the other. "Where would we be with out or philosophers and scholars of old? Hm?" He stood down from the bar, one foot after another. He wore a short sleeve t-shirt with a shirt over the top, jeans with shoes also.

"The night is young and here you are brooding over a test paper... no no no, It is necessary but as they say... all work and no play makes Edward a dull boy" He crossed his arms across his chest and stood up right and gazed into the boys eyes with deep thought and consideration.

Edward stabbed the pen downward in an arch over the paper, blotting red ink over a word and scribbling a comment, most likly so verbal abuse over the word having been used in the wrong context or some sort like that. He barly raised his eyes to the man.

How had he known his name? Had they met before? Were it night time, Edward would probably be turning stone cold with paranoia at this very moment, call it vampire-phobia. But it is not night time and to the extent of Edwards limited knowlege due to limited sources, he's not heard of a vampire that was able to walk the daylight hours.

So, this said, rather then run for the hills, Edward raises his blue eyes without raising his head and lets a frown crease his blond brows.

The night is young...makes Edward a dull boy... Edward is a dull boy.

"It is morning." That's it. It is not night at all, so how can it be young? Would it not be the day is young? He didn't question why the other might know his name.

Lucius remained in the confined shadows of the Trés Chic making the illusion that he was indeed a vampire in the light... he had to be careful of course. Luckily he had taken up lodgings under the earth of the open basement.

"Dear Edward, the night is young... so I tell you this, morning may be treated as night is, for creatures may still walk" He stopped and smiled "But walk a façade. I should not really be speaking with you in the open air... but yet I enjoy it and I enjoy watching you write here" He stopped and gazed into Edwards mind ever so clearly.

for creatures may still walk

This did not make him a happy man. Edward ceased moving his red pen over the paper but didn't look up, didn't shift position, didn't straighten. Nothing. Just...frooze.

-Creatures. My ass. They were monsters.-

Edward didn't move still. He was currently wondering exactly why he wasn't carrying a weapon. Oh yes, because it's daytime. Day light! It was suposed to be his sanctuary. But here was this....not man.....thing...most probably a vampire, sitting in day light hours, tlaking to him. Knowing his name. How did he know his name?

I enjoy watching you write here

"What do you mean?" His lips hardly moved, his voice had become tight and quiet. Dear, sweet jesus. Don't take the daylight from me too.

Lucius laughed very loudly all of a sudden, the sunlight was moving slightly so he had to work fast.

"You make assumptions" He smiled to the boy alone exposing his fangs for a moment and then putting them away. "You know what I am, you know of our kind... I just come to tell you to not assume, for assumption is a dangerous tool"

He looked out of the stain glass window at the people walking out in the day "My god there are so many, all walking together in the day... I never thought I would see such a display" His eyes widened but he remained his composure and thought.

"The writing.... I love to write, and I have an affinity and a love of watching people write, its a passion and a hobby of mine" He grinned.