Steadily the night life arose, the day was done and routines were broken. The average worker always looked forward to the night, as do many. Automobiles began to race along the pavement to their pre-determined destination, but in a sense, isn't everything? Vocals announced trimuphantly with zealous intent, laughter filled the atmosphere, glee graced every 'lobe. The ravers and warriors of the night were free to do what they pleased, for now at least. But, not everyone particularly likes this night life, this reckless gallivanting and carelessness. Some choose to have a more closed in, scholarly life, and Alistair was one of them... Well, now he is.

Albeit, Alistair's surroundings did not fit the scholarly ambience, but his intentions were pure, for a -better- lack of words. If you could not tell already, the place was very homly, pathetic in attempt to pass itself off as any type of creation. The ground laden with scraps of metal and pieces of concrete. The windows were decimated, if not fully destroyed. The appearance of the faulty building was assumed to be abased by mortals due to selfish, mediocre, and antagonizing quarrels that turned into a more physical event. Alistair chortled at the thought of this, for he used such tactics upon unsuspecting pawns, causing them to have such quarrels and manipulating them into physical altercations, quite the useful way to lay waste to one's enemies without the needless sullying of one's own hands. But, this was not the tip of the iceberg. The floor, or what was left of it, was stained with urine and blood. The -liquids- combinded to form a smell nauseating to the utmost degree.. To the typical mortal that is. The smell was quite the change for Alistair, albeit not pleasant, but a change. Feasting upon others sounds like a task completed with ease, but this is a fable beyond all others. Factoring in the struggling, the screehing and the release of urine and feces after feasting upon the victim, the idea would no longer seem so... Easily accomplished. Then, if the leader so pleases, factor in the smell of rotting corpses within the coven; a careless act indeed, but the leader would not hear of insubordination.. This was a fact.

Alistair sat silently within the confines of the Warehouse, free to depart when chosen however. Alistair's posture allowed others to know of his position; slumped over, tresses covering his visage like a viel. Within his slightly effeminine hands laden a book.. Old, musty and deteriorative in nature. upon the outer cover of the book laden golden characters, forming the words: "Concentrating is Key to Mental Excellence", or so he assumed. Alistair knew little of this book's history, or even it's author, for he abnegated it from his former leader. The book was, indeed, intended for the more -advanced- vampire, or to put it simply, an elder vampire. The book contained valueable information of mental gifts, and how certain covens were bestowed with these gifts and why others were not as fortunate.

Alistair's main encumbering thought was that of his former compatriots. Knowing that this treason to them, even if he was exiled, would not go unpunished. Every waking moment his mind concocts some unheard of theory of how he will meet his end.. There was no doubt that his demise was imminent, if not by his former brethren or even his former superior himself, `twould be by another vampire or even a mortal. His arrogant, careless ways would catch up to him, this is known, but when... When shall it happen? The calm before the storm is the most nerve-racking than the storm itself.

After a bit of reading he placed the book upon the floor carefully, reclining back upon a wall, head now tilted upwards. His flesh enjoyed the silver beams of radiance from the scant satellite above, eyes taking in the sight of the raven, star-strew heavens, soon partaking in a sigh. He parted his lips moments after the sigh, arms coiling about his chest. Slowly derived his vocals from the parted pair, the sound deriving was a little more than a whisper, "How are we any different from mortals? We lose a few attributes and gain others... Humans are the same in a sense, except naught is lost or gained, they are merely given what they have.. Well, I suppose that's not entirely true. They work to achieve certain goals and things as we..." He sighed, lips quivering ever-so slightly. "Sometimes, I ponder... About the useless... I should forget I ever thought of this. I cannot allow a lowly thought such as this to grace me and allow it any consideration.."

But, Alistair continued to ponder of it, he continued to ponder over his homeland and his former coven. "Sometimes... I wish I never went down that alley to take a short-cut to my affair partner. Why wasn't I loyal to Karen? Why did I have to cheat...?" His head lowered, teeth gritting with immense force. "... This is my punishment. I will see to it that the bestower of my -gifts- meets his end.. I will sawn you asunder with my bare claws.. This is a fact." He finally silenced before retriving the book once more, eyes glancing over the symbols and squiggles within the book, trying his hardest to understand.

(ooc: If you don't mind me joining I will as soon as I finish reading.)

(OOC: No, not at all.. Go right ahead, it's open to all.)

The night was still a mystery to many. It's endless dark and shining diamonds captured the attention of those who did not stay awake long enough to see it. Or those who could not remember the night that they had stumbled from some bar with a man or woman they did not know. The night was like a deep, endless see of people who did not know daylight and creatures that could take your breath away if they chose to cross your path.

Jason was knewly awakened to the beauty of the night yet it still held many mysteries the boy had yet to uncover. Eternal life and youth was greated but not by his choice nor really the choice of the other. Fate had played hand in his exile from the light and Jason still held it against her. Cruel this unseen beauty was and she had no mind to change him back. Take away this curse she decided to give.

With no home, no food, no money Jason wandered aimlessly from abandon building to abandon building to hide from the harsh rays that would beam down at dawn. There was much time before the sun would show his face but the 16 year old felt the need to find shelter now. Which is why he bumbled into the dying memory that reaked of rotting flesh and stale urine. The mortal side of Jason would have covered his nose and ran but the vampire in him invited the smell as one would a fresh picked rose.

Jason was oblivious to the other that took up residence here and made it a home for himself as he entered. In fact if the other was sitting in plain sight Jason paid him no heed. All that he worried about was finding a place in this make shift tomb that would protect the halfling from the sun. With those thoughts in mind Jason began exploring.

Alistair continued his relentless studying after his undeserved break, repeating and attempting to sound out each word or what was suppose to be words. His cheeks slowly began to show trace lines of thin veins, his anger was rising from his lack of understanding. He clutched the book with -massive- and -manly- hands, teeth gritting and grinding. "You ignorant, worthless idiot! How am I suppose to learn anything with your constant ramblings?! You're naught but an old fool! How can anyone have the patience to understand this non-sense?!" His head arose, crystalline tears swelling within his eyes. "I'm sorry.. Forgive me and my impatience.. I'm trying.. I really am." His visage austered once more, nostrils flaring. "Bolderdash! You lying ingrate! You try naught! You only make excuses! Do what needs to be done and silence! Read the book and learn, do not question it's logic!"

He took in a deep breath, relaxing and regaining composure, or what was left of it. He remained in his defeated position, taking quick breaths. He lowered his head once more, nose practically within the book. He began to mutter once more, the words slowly coming to him, understanding a few words at a time. "Venting out fustration can really clear one's perspective and understanding of things.. Maybe I will understand this after all.." Serenity, or what he considered it to be due to the cars, sirens and such, was still about him; helping him, relaxing his mind.

But this would not last. His 'lobes began to twitch, something was in the area... Something.. An unknown something.. Maybe.. " Malkavians..." He whispered as he stood, eyes narrowing just a bit. "Come out, you flithy mongrels... I know you want the book. I will fight to the ending of my existance.. Even if it is a lost cause.." He clutched his phallanges into a striking position, claws sharp and at the ready. "If you want me, so be it.. But, I will not be taken down like some mutt!"

Voices? The muttering of words were picked up by his increaed hearing and he followed the sound of arguing. People were here? This came as a shock to the young boy. Why? Why would someone be this is old, run down place if not for a smiliar reason as his. To hide or escape someone or something. Curiosty took over him and Jason cast all caution into the wind. Head held high he moved forward.

When the man came into view Jason could only raise an eyebrow in confusion. Was he....talking to himself?! Jason saw no others around and he wasn't sure the man had seen him yet. Wow. What a weirdo. Jason began to question himself if this was the best place to hide. This guy migth be some escaped mental patient and he could be crazy.

But when the man began to shout out in his direction about protecting the book it almost confirmed Jason's suspicion that the man was clinically insane. Why in the hell would Jason want some stupid old book that he didn't even know the man had until he heard the babbling and saw the man with it. Figuring that he should at least show himself before the man went into another rage he stepped from the shadows that hid him.

"It's okay." He said, hands where the man could see them. "I'm not after the book." Whatever that meant. "I was just looking for a place to rest. I mean you no harm." Why did he feel like a police officer trying to make some agreement with a crimial holding someone hostage?

Alistair's hands dropped to his sides, both hands empty. Alistair trilled his fingers, feeling the emptiness about them. "Holy shit... I lost it..." He thought frantically as his eyes widened. The man was indeed within Alistair's sight, but he was neglected at the moment. He looked to the ground and there it rested; cover upwards. He kneels down, retrieving it slowly in manner. Soon, his attention returned to the boy... But to Alistair he had just arrived. "What the duece do you want? How long have you been there? Why are you here? ... Are you spying on me?!" Though the man had already stated his business there, Alistair had forgotten, or had not listened due to anger. "If he says nothing, he's a Malkavian.. He must be a runt, he's rather small." At that moment exactly Alistair's 'other half' began to debate once more. "Well, lookie here, we have an assumer within our mitts. You're not different from him.. You're even more puny than he... Not to mention forgetful, a clutz, and idiotic."

Alistair shook of the voice within, disregarding all that was said. He finally relaxed, knowing he couldn't have been Malkavian, he was around them enough to know the aura by now, as well as the actions. "My apologies... I'm just a little.. On edge when it comes to new people. I am Alistair... Would you have a name you'd like to be addressed by?" His body soon lowered to it's seated position once more, legs folding and book within his lap.

Jason's hands lowered when he saw the man frantically searching for this book that he kept talking about. This was insane. This man was obviously off his nut and probably din't have the mind to just look down and see it laying there. Jason thought about slowly retreating at this moment. He wanted to get the hell out of there.

However once that man had recovered the book his attention was returned to Jason, who hands shot back into the air. "Shit...I'm gonna die..." Was all he could think at the moment. What with the way the man was spouting questions he'd already answered it now felt like a police interrogation. "I- I....." Fear took the boy's voice away as he watched the man with wide eyes. This was surely it.

However when no deadly blow came he almost beganto relax. The words that came from...Alistair...were calmer and more inviting than the ones he'd been previously using. Still Jason was not about to let his guard down and he remained a safe distance from the man. "J-Jason..."

Alistair nodded, smiling lightly. "Why are you so uptight, 'Jason'? I'm not going to bite you... I'm not in the mood for at right now.." He joked casually, assuming that Jason was, too, a vampire. " Well, are you going to tell me why you're here? Because I am still wondering. It's probably not my place to ask, but I'm just intrigued is all.. Curiousity can be a rather powerful force. I am sure you've been a victim of it once or twice; I'm sure we all have." Alistair slowly began to close the book slowly, placing it beside his being upon a -clean- portion of concrete. His gaze settled upon the floor afore him, studying the cracks and such in slight amusement, awaiting Jason's answers. ".... Something's odd about this one... But what? Was he hired or does he have hidden intentions or agenda?" " I was thinking the same thing... Not literally, but in the sense of the matter... He seems a little to jumpy to be vampiric, yet not enough to be mortal.. Like some half-way meeting place of the two, mayhap?" "Come on now... There's no such thing, or that I know of. You either are or you aren't, right?" The -two- stopped momentarily, pondering the situation in their own way to draw to different conclusions.

" Well, how about this?" Alistair suggested an idea quietly to the -other-; a test, if you will. " Fine Alistair, we'll try it your way.. For now. But, at the very moment it starts to fail we will try mine, understand?" The two agreed upon the solution to find out the truth, hopefully, if it works.

Jason listened as the other spoke. Asking questions then rambling about curiosity. Jason knew why he'd come in here. Jason knew why he was so nervous and afriad but who this guy believe him? "I-I came in here to escape day light..." It was the truth. "I wanted to make sure this would be a good place to hide." Also the truth. He stayed back from the vampire, taking a few shaky back from him.

As he watched Alistair have some sort of inward battle with himself Jason figured this was a good time to leave. "But I see you've already taken this place so I'll move on and find somewhere else." He began to walk backward "It was nice meeting you."

Alistair chuckled softly as Jason began his retreat from the Warehouse, but what for? Naught seemed out of sorts, to Alistair at least. He shook his head slightly, locks swaying to and fro from the momentum. "Well, if you wish to retreat here, then by all means do so. I am sure we both can reside here to dodge the day-light hours. I haven't a thing to do, so it wouldn't be much of a disturbance if you departed or not.. But, `twould seem you've made up your mind already, so I suppose I shall bid you adieu?" His gaze carried over to the book beside him, scowling at it in distaste and manifesting hatred. He regained his composure after a bit of childish distaste for something difficult, poking at it in amusement before clearing his throat, returning his attention to Jason. "I now assume that you are a vampire, as well? Or, something close to it.. Not many humans hide from the sunlight, unless their deluded minds actually tricked them into believing they are, in fact, vampiric... Like it's some poser trendy fad for them to partake of. It's an insult to all Vampires everywhere when these little cretins choose to 'play' vampire... With the fake fangs and sharpened incizors. Such pathetic attempts to be something superior."

He lowered his gaze as the longings began once more, the want to be freed from this curse, yet the want to stay as is. "Mayhaps there is a half-way point? No... There can't be.. Only rumours... Only rumours.." He returned his attention to Jason once again, chuckling uneasily. "My utmost apologies, Jason... Sometimes I get a little carried away.."

"I I don't know what I am." Jason admitted. He stopped moving and watched Alistair. Was he a vampire? Maybe. Jason wasn't totally sure. Of course Jason didn't know what he was either. "All I know is that sunlight hurts my eyes and skin." Did that make him a vampire? He knew that Vampires would die in sunlight but he was still fine. Why hadn't he burnt when the hot rays of light hit him? So many questions. So few answers.

Jason knew that people PLAYED vampire. He met a girl once that was convinced she was of the undead. At the time Jason thought she was crazy but now...now he was not so sure. After that man attacked him in the street...Jason didn't know what to believe. Slowly he stepped closer to the man that sat with the book he seemed obsessed with. And...he heard something...

"Mayhaps there is a half-way point? No... There can't be.. Only rumours... Only rumours.

Where had that thought come from. It surely was not his own. It wasn't in his voice. it was just..there...in his head. Like he'd heard someone speaking but neither his or Alistair mouth did move. "Could their be a halfling? Is that possible?" He asked the man as if the thought was common knowledge. As if Alistair had said it out loud.