Argen walked along the edge of town and came across a church St.Marys it was called, he was tired and this place looked empty and untouched by mortals so he decided to go in and have a rest, maybe it was a sign, but his silver cross pendant seemed to feel warm while he was walking through the church. He walked through the church and then into the catacombs, where a familiar scent filled the air, but he could not place his finger on it, there he walked forward towards the tombs looking for a place to rest, he hardly liked sleeping on rocky floors, but oh well... Until he heard a sound...

Helen sat on a pew reading a book slightly, hearing the soft sounds of rodents scurrying around the church. She flipped the old worn pages, which had yellowed over the years, and scanned the words filling the parchment. Hearing someone enter the old church, Helen raised an eyebrow, and turned her head, hitting her boot on the pew making it echo and pierce the silence.

She nodded her head, acknowledging his presence, and returned to her book. She wans't much for words, and most people disinterested her. She wasn't much of a social person, even though she used to be, in her mortal life.

Was death so different than life?

Perhaps it was...

Argen turned around and ran back towards the pews there he saw a woman, Vampire, sitting reading a book.

Argen putting his guard up not knowing why she was here,
"Hello who are you" He asked not stupidly nor aggressive

Argen being in his base age form of 17-19 looked a bit slim but none the less he looked on guard.
Argen looked at her from top till bottom, she had icy blue eyes much like him, she had dark hair much like what he had before he dyed it. She was very attractive, but as he had learned from his meetings with Aneksi beauty could be dangerous.

Helen looked up at the male vampire, and furrowed her brows. Who was she? Who was he?!

"Helen." She said, "who are you?" She closed her book, allowing herself to start a conversation with this man. She decided she was too tired to be rude, and well, it had been a long time since she'd had some kind of talk with someone else.

He looked a bit tense for being in the church. They were apart of the same coven, apparently, so she had no quarrel with him. "I'm not going to hurt you, sir. We're in a chruch, and our coven no less." She told him. Such violence and things were dishonorable to this place.

"My name is Argen"
Argen loosened up then he heard the word Coven, so this was one of the vampire covens, figures that he would be drawn to here.

"Well I'm not from around here, I didnt know this was a coven building,I merely thought it was a church" feeling stupid,Argen began to play with his pendant and look down. But he remembered Gregorio had taught him about the covens aswell as his own research.

"Well I hope I am in the right coven building if not please allow me to leave"
Then Argen noticed he could feel the age on her, she was but a child he had no reason to fear her, but still he remained calm and content.

Helen nodded at the sound of his name, and pondered where he might be from. Though she could sense a bit of Italy in his voice. Her lip upturned ever so slightly, and she looked up at him, and tried to see into his eyes. "Do I hear a trace of Italy in your voice?" She sighed, and leaned against the pews. Her birthplace. Though she only spent her first few years of life there, she considered it her origin, her home.

She watched him grow uncomfortable, and shrugged. "No matter, this is the coven Nephim. I assume you belong here?" Most vampires shy away from churches, so one whom did not fear it naturally would be one of Nephim. She did not know much of the covens, but only the Nephim chose holy grounds for their sanctuaries.

"Why yes do hear a hint of Italy in my voice I was born and raised there, are you of Italian Origin"

Argen wondered about the Covens Gregorio told him of the Nephim, and how he was of that Coven so naturally so must Argen for he loved holy land, and the holy symbol, Looking at his silver cross pendant.

"Well judging from the evidence I am in the right place, now allow me to intoduce myself properly to one of my Coven,... I am Argen Surio, the host of the Silver Desire."

Argen bowed his head and his gray hair fell over his head.

Helen closed her eyes with a simple nod. "Yes, I was born there. In Rome... Though I'm afraid misfortune cut my stay a little short." She didn't go into details. Perhaps he would if he asked, but she wasn't one to spill her life story to the disinterested.

Raising an eyebrow, Helen wondered why this man was so... formal. Most likely an older vampire of ancient ways. She hadn't seen someone bow to her in quite some time. The Silver Desire? She had no idea what that was, but her interests were peaked. She stood however, and curstied with her black pants and combat boots with a small smirk. "And I am Helen Gusare, the host of Misplacement." She sat back down, folding her arms across her chest.

Yes, she did mock him, but it was all in good fun. "So, what is this Silver Desire you speak of?"

Argen chuckled, well he was being a bit crazy today and she had all right to mock him.

"The Silver Desire is what made me what I am today, even my name Argen Surio is from the latin words for silver desire, for it was the call of silver that lead me through darkness it hath caught my soul and .... well to put it simply the silver desire, is the feeling you get when you look at silver and it overwhelms you, makes you want it makes you feel you need it,The desire to own it, hence I have taken it upon myself"

Argen pointed to his hair, aswell as his many silver pieces of jewelery.

"With this wear it makes me love myself even more, and enthralls mortals and women into my aura"

Argens baggy black pants, over lapped by his black and silver over coat looked like a cross between a goth and a minister which in a way he was, as he fingered his cross pendant.

"Well I am a bit well obsessed with silver, but oh well"
Saying that Argen changed his age to his base form of the plucky 17 year old he had been when he was sired.

"As a new friend let us talk or better yet you choose."

Listening to this vampire’s explanation, Helen cocked her head slightly. Was he pulling her leg in mockery as well? It sounded awfully silly, and well, Helen took it upon herself to let him know that.

“I’m so pleased you’ve found something to pleasure yourself with.” She snickered, and shook her head. She was continuously amazed by the absurdity of one’s love for oneself. She wasn’t sure how she would come to love herself like others did. In fact, she saw little of desirable qualities within herself. However, Helen was a bit of one for low self esteem, so naturally she thought such of herself.

"Well I am a bit well obsessed with silver, but oh well."

A bit? Helen grunted, and rolled her eyes. A bit of an understatement, really. She shrugged, and looked over his attire, and definitely agreed with his obsession statement. Perhaps silver was something that made him happy. At least he had that; which, of course, Helen did not.

"As a new friend let us talk or better yet you choose."

Helen raised an eyebrow, and titled her head slightly, not understanding what Argen had said. “Pardon?”

Argen watched the female vampire as she looked down on him, confused at his foolishness, Argen was happy, at least he could bring interest into someones life.

"Pleasure myself you say I have never pleasured myself since I was a boy of 14"
Argen buckled out laughing, he was a bit drunk, a few bottles of vodka would even drop the oldest of vampires.

"But silver does give me a certain, warm feeling inside" Argens face dropped.
"I guess I could act a bit more normal" Argen rolled his eyes at the word normal.

"Pardon you say, I am sorry, merely meant shall we talk or shall we do something of your choosing."

Argen tilled his head to the side and smiled a large smile.