Nedeya crouched in a corner of the library, directly infront of the French history section. She thumbed through a small book that discussed a rather small group of people, a family that had become well known at this time, not because they were royalty or anything along those lines, but because of the trouble they had caused.

She laughed quietly to herself as she skimmed tales of accused witches, and members of the Doubrough family who had apparantly been possessed. It was all comical to her, having been there for many of these occurances.

Slowly and carefully returning the book, so as not to damage it's cover which had already taken quite the beating over the last half a century, she stood brushing herself off before another book caught her eyes.

She took a small black bound book off of the shelf, taking a seat in a chair not far from where she had found it, slowly opening it, as if in hope of finding a rare treasure. The title, Blood Rose, didn't seem to say much, but she had an odd feeling about this one.. it wasn't your standard literature, yet she was unaware as to why it was that she felt this.

Gabriel sat in a nearby chair. Books of all shapes and sizes lay infront of him as he read through them and wrote down a few detail on paper. He glanced around for a split second thinking he had sensed another near him but quickly decided he had been wrong. So he then went back to reading through the books.

Under his hand lay several notebooks full of facts and names. He had been working on a family tree for a long while now. Being in a deep sleep for a few hundred years ment he had loss track of the Lanorus bloodline and now he was trying to pick up where he left off.

He only wished he was in rome or another country in eroupe so he could find more books with facts on his family. So far he had found little that would help him find out who was living and who was dead. Most of the information made no sense. People suddenly dying for no apperant reason. Men and women of his family suddenly vanishing. It made no real sense to him.

He kept skimming through the text hoping to find a clue. Something that would explain the rest. Maybe he could find a flaw in his bloodline which had led to the deaths. A rival family who killed them off perhaps? No it still didn't match up. An entire generation suddenly vanishing with no one to carry it on and yet a hundred years later another lanorus was born? It wasn't adding up.

Eventually she became bored of the books. She had read them all before, except this one that she had just discovered. Replacing each of the books she had looked at, she noted the dust that surrounded them, dust disturbed only be her movements.

She began to walk, her eyes scanning other areas of the library, different genres, different time periods... there was so much here to discover, so much that went unnoticed.

She reached the door now, muttering a few words under her breath before stepping outside into the cool night air. She needed fresh air, having spent hours upon hours in the confines of this very building, her face buried in books that carried the perfume of their age, a scent picked up gradually throughout the wrinkles of time.

As she stood outside the door, she reached into her pocket, drawing out a cigarette and a small, chipped, black lighter. She balanced the cigarette between her lips as she brought the lighter up, allowing the flame to catch the end. A quick drag seemed to satisfy a craving that had been haunting her while within the library.

The smoke slowly escaped her glossed lips, entering the freedom of the night air. A full moon above created an eerie effect in this area of town. The streets appeared abandonned, as if the entire city died with the sun.