A tall figure moved gracefully on the path through the rather extravagant park. The recently set sun still casting a rainbow of colors over the sky. Making it the color of brilliant flames. The very same flames which would spell death to all of the woman's race. Though the thought of being killed by the light didn't seem to really affect the woman walking.

The soft click of her shoe's heels on the pavement was only interrupted by a slight sound of sobbing coming from a child farther along the path. The young boy, no older then seven, was huddled against a tree tears streaming down his face. The woman who was walking stopped next to the boy and bent down some letting long wavy hair with slight curls on the end fall in front of her face. "Now child why do you cry at such a magnificent time in your life as this?" Her voice was sweet and kind and she had a very motherly smile on her face.

The small boy had curly blonde hair with crystal blue eyes, his face was somewhat plump but his body was thin and his clothes seemed much too large for the child. "You’re not my mommy" squeaked the boy in a high pitch childish voice.

The woman simply continued to smile. "What are you doing here child? Surely you did not come here alone? Where are your parents?" She seemed to act like she had heard nothing, like she would not respond unless he was answering her questions.

"My-My-My brother and I were playing." He frowned looking at the ground. "But...he called me some bad names and left me here. He's not very nice and I can't find my mommy." At this the boy began to cry more the tear's streaming down his face even more.

The woman shook her head gently. "My poor little baby. Come, I'll find your brother and teach him a lesson then I'll take care of you. Does that sound alright dear? I'm sure you'll feel better when we're done alright?" Without waiting she reached down and picked up the small boy and smiled down at him before walking further down the path were she knew a group of older boys were smoking.

Passing a large oak tree she frowns at it before continuing on, and on the other side of a tree a woman with blonde curly hair and bright blue eyes was laying with her neck torn open and her clothes stained badly with a dark red liquid.

"So dear, tell me about your brother, what is he like? Does he ever hurt you?" She seemed quite caring as she walked proudly and gracefully down the pavement.

The little boy still seemed shocked about being picked up by a woman who was not his mother. He seemed to awaken from a daze when she spoke to him again. "He...he hits me sometimes when I talk about daddy, and he hurts mommy to when he's angry. He gave me these, but mommy doesn't like me talking about it." The child pulled his shirt up some to show many bad bruises and scars.

"Oh my, that just won't do. Does he ever make you angry? Have you ever wanted to hurt him back?" She seemed to be talking about the weather as much as talking about the small boy being beaten.

The boy seemed to think for a moment. "When he hurts mommy. When he hurts her I want him to die. He's so mean, I want him to die. I want him to never be able to hurt my mommy again!" He seemed to be shaking with rage as tears glistened in his eyes.

"Don't you worry dear, I'll take care of everything, it's what I'm here for." She patted him on the head as they came closer to a tall boy with the same hair as the child she held.

"Oh what now Matt did you decide to tell on me you stupid dick? Did you? Well it won't matter, it never does." The boy seemed to be angry but turned away from them. "Bringing some stupid bitch to try and help you? What did you finally get mom to leave us? I knew you would, you’re just a little fucking brat."

"Dear dear, he is quite bad isn't he? Well let me just set you down and I'll deal with him for you okay Matt? Good. Just sit here and be quiet now child, it will all be over real soon." She set down Matt and began to dust dirt off her dress as if he wasn't even there.

"What you stupid bitch? You're going to teach me something? What you going to do hit me with your purse? You going to nag me to death like the whore you are. You're just a whore; by the clothes you wear I would bet a well paid whore too. How much do you charge? I could do with a bit o-" He was quickly interupted as the woman now seemed to focus only on him.

"You will shut your mouth this instant you filthy man. You want to be treated like a man then? Talking to me like that? Okay then I'll treat you like a man. You'll be begging me to stop by the time I'm finished with you." She moved forward in a blur and was standing infront of him in an instant. "Now then."

"Get away from me you crazy whore!" He began to shove her but would have done more to be shoving a wall of bricks. "I swear I'll call for hel-" It just took a quick movement and a loud crack and the boy's jaw was hanging from a flap of skin leaving it bleeding badly.

"Much better." She began to wipe her hands on his shirt before leaning forward and timidly licking the blood. "Druggie eh? You're blood taste horrible." She reached around and grabbed his arm and twisted pulling it out of its joint and leaving it to hang by skin as well but not before twisting it so it was in an inhuman pose.

"I always loved art." She short her hand forward glad that she was not wearing long sleeves or gloves. She went into his chest ripping his sternum as if it was a wet paper plate. After digging around for a few second she found the heart and didn't rip it out. Just held it so it would stop beating. She could only imagine how painful it had been for him, though he had most likely went numb halfway through the event.

Pulling her arm out she found a dry patch of pants and cleaned her arm off before picking up the now horrified child who was to afraid to move. "No more big brother now."

He didn't speak but relaxed completely apparently coming to realize that it was his fault that his brother was dead. She sighed and leaned forward kissing the boy's lips gently. She moved over and bit into the boy's neck letting the flow of blood poor into her mouth until his body went limp and she let him drop to the ground dead.

"A very productive dusk I must say." The vampire Alexandra smiled her fangs still dripping with the blood of her fresh victims. She could still taste the pure amazing flavor from the child. She glanced at the bodies and with her mind picked them up and let them drift floating to a neat little already dug grave, as if she had planned out the entire thing, and maybe she had.

Alex dusted herself off some and stepped back onto the path and smiled. “A very nice evening indeed.”

A slender figure of a Scottish vampires slinked among the shadows. She had to be wrong... No one was that old. Her sense of age had not been that great, and lately she had been honing it, but... That was insane...

If she was right, the vampiress she was trailing after was at least double her age... And Llehna was 'no spring chicken', being over a thousand years old herself, and an Amman, to boot.

Trailing her still, she hesitated as she nearly trod on the carcass of what had likely been a beautiful woman. Her eyes flashed. She did feed, but was very careful about it. She was also unusually neat about it. Either the person who had committed this was famished, and just let it get away from them, or they had no qualms about the pain they inflicted.

Stepping behind Alexandra onto the path, her dark eyes regarded her coolly. She was not a saint, but she disliked the very young being treated so. She was rather young herself, physically - on the borderline of adulthood in the time in which she had originally lived.

"Well, you are honest, at least. You promised to take care of him after his brother..."

There was not a trace of irritation in the voice. There was, however, the slight burr that attached itself to her speech when she was piqued, for ill or good, even after so many years. She was not really sure what she intended to do, though she was ready should the woman prove less than hospitable. If the woman really was that old... Then Llehna might have some problems if she wasn't friendly.

No matter - She straightened her petite body to it's height (which was really not that much anyway) and tipped her chin up slightly in a nodded greeting, knees bending slightly in a vague allusion to a curtsy.

The woman had been in a seclude place, so Llehna had no complaints there... the unneeded force still got her a bit, though. Resting one hand lightly at her waist, the other fell at her side carelessly, her steps bringing her closer. She might be uncertain, but she could feign lack of concern.

She did, however, ward her thoughts against this woman. She might lack the power to read minds, or she might not - either way, with someone so old, she had no desire to have the extent of her powers demonstrated on her...

Alexandra turned and looked at the new vampire calmly as the older brother's body was dropped by her mind into the pit next to a oak tree, as soon as her mind stopped holding it with her mind she calmly tossed the boy's body into the hole with his brother and then caught it with her mind and set it in the hole on top of his brother.

"Oh yes, I try to be honest to my prey. No point and lying to them when they are going to die anyway." As she spoke the mother's body began to drift to the pit as well.

"You know what is amazing though? The entire time I was killing this woman she never screamed, just told me not to hurt her child. It's really too bad I had already decided to finish the entire family before that. Ah it's not that big of a deal." The mother's body fell with a thud into the pit and Alex began to wipe her hands off as if they had dirt on them.

"Now that the bodies are nicely hidden and it's still early. Oh, maybe I can go and try and find a man to keep company with. Yes, I have sensed quite a few male vampires around." She was gazing rather lovingly now at the buildings nearby

She seemed to have completely forgotten about Llehna before glancing back up at the woman and looking shocked before her eyes ran quickly over her. "Then again a woman's company is hardly worse then a man's, many time's it's far nicer." For about an instant Alex had a seductive look in her eyes as she gazed on Llehna, but just as fast as it came it was gone. "Oh I guess you confronted me for a reason? I would hope so as I do not like wasting time for nothing."

Alex motioned towards a bench calmly and walked over towards it. "Oh, how rude of me, I'm Alexandra Gadis and who do I have the pleasure of gazing upon? So how can I help you? Or is this just you wanting to get to know someone new?" Alex hardly seemed interested in much right now, her eyes kept going to her nails which she seemed to be angry at.

"Blood always stains my nails; it's the worst part of eating hands on." She sighed at actually began looking at Llehna. Hmm, clearly from those islands above Britain; Ireland, Scotland, or Wales most likely. Not weak but not near a threat, thinks high of herself or is at least trying to make me think that. Possibly offended by my display with the humans. Clearly trying to make sure I don't find her weak.

I guess I could be mean and take down those barriers that hide my power for a moment? Give her a shock and a scare, maybe then she would actually curtsy as one should when meeting someone older then yourself. Possibly later depending on how this little chat goes.

"So sexy, I first need to ask you two things. What can you tell me about the leader of the Amman? I was thinking about meeting him or her and arranging some things but I want to know something first. Secondly, do you know of anyone older then myself in this city? If so who? I would like to know what the ages are like here." She didn't look any different then she had a few seconds ago and she spoke with an almost clear arrogant tone but that could be passed off from being in a hurry. "Come now speak up."
(Short, nothing to say though.)

"It seems to be a motherly instinct to protect ones children - many mothers over the years have pleaded for such... Sometimes it is granted them... Most of the time."

Her tone and the way she rolled her eyes over the pit indicated what silly lavishness she considered the waste. She would not, and had no reason to openly chastise the woman, so she simply settled on a mildly disdainful tenor.

Llehna trailed after her, pausing a good yard away still, always out of arms reach. The woman seemed to have little remorse even in the little Llehna had seen and heard - and she had no intention of getting near to the woman without knowing if she were a threat.

"Forgive me if I do not sit, but I enjoy walking in the evenings - stretches the legs, opens the lungs and all that..."

Her eyes and a slightly bemused smile indicated that she was in no way attempting to hide her caution - but she was not going to act anything other than nonchalant, either.

[olor=green]"Neater...dining... is my preference as well, but I am sure it will not take too long to remove the stains."[/color]

At least, not from her nails. Such things had a way of dwelling on one's soul, though... Perhaps she did not have one.

"My name is Llehna Benedy, but you may adress me simply as 'Llehna'."

The burr was still in her voice after listening to the woman. Something about her manner had a way of getting under your skin even while it commanded attention.

"The leader of the Amman is someone whom you will have to locate on your own, unless it might be that you wish to join that Coven. Your knowledge of it surprises me if you do not know much more of the vampiric population within the city..."

"There are, as you noted, many male vampires inside the city limits. They range in age from the very very old to the fledgling, though to be perfectly honest I can only guess at who the oldest of the vampires are here. The Amman leader would probably know... If you wish to speak with the Amman leader, then I will relay that desire and and let it be acted upon as the leader sees fit."[/green]

She very carefully concealed not only the name of the leader of the Amman, but also the gender, having a care to keep both out of her mind, by concentrating on other things.

[color=green]"The only thing that my curiosity really prompted me to ask of you was: your age. How old might you be, though I know it is not polite to ask among ladies, you appear to have many lifetimes behind you, yes?"